“Sister then.” Jay perched his hands on his hips, refusing to back down.

“You’re disgusting. Are we doing this?”

Charlotte stepped in front of us and took one of my hands and one of Asher’s. “You’ll do fabulous. Ignore Mr. Grumpy Pants. He’s good at his job, so we live with his mouth.”

“I heard that,” Lewis mumbled.

“Are you taking over?” she asked.

“Yup. Get off my set unless you’re playing the parts of Ender and Elliot.”

I thought Asher would run out the door, but his feet remained planted.

Jay and Charlotte moved off to the side, away from the bedroom set. They leaned close and whispered behind their hands while watching Asher and me. I could only imagine what they were saying.

“Okay, this is what I’m thinking.” Lewis abandoned his camera on a small table and rubbed his hands together. “I want to keep it playful at first. Suggestive. The more in-depth and sensual pictures I want to save for further along in the series.

“Today, I want to try having you both on the bed, up on your knees but wrestling or playfighting, as it were. You’re brothers. This is normal.”

“Except for the lack of clothes,” Asher muttered.

“That’s right.” Lewis smiled, but it was laced with a hefty dose of disgust. He wasn’t on board with this whole twincest thing. “But we want an element of sexiness to come through in the pictures. The blankets are tangled around your lower halves.” He gestured to the bed, seeing it in his head. “Like you’ve been tumbling around for a while. Your hair is mussed up. I want lots of touching and hands in suggestive places. I want the devil in your eyes. You.” He slapped Asher on the chest. “You’re the bold twin. I want your control to show. Got it?”

“Sure.” The single word was bit out as Asher clenched his jaw tighter.

“I want to explore those shots first and gradually move forward, making them kinkier for books two and three. Your wrestling lands you horizontal and in a tangle of limbs. The touches turn more intimate, more explorative. Ender is the one pinning Elliot down. He’s the one doing the touching. I want an almost kiss, legs tangled together. Passion. Lust. Anticipation. Eagerness. You got me?”

Visions of last Thursday night returned. Asher hoisting me into his arms and slamming me against the wall as he ate at my mouth. Our arousals gliding together. The bed. The loss of underwear. The glide. The grunting, panting, and moaning as we approached release. Then the moment I knew we’d gone too far. Asher’s escape. His week-long silence.

“You ready, kid?” Lewis’s harsh tone broke into my thoughts.

I nodded. “Yeah. No problem.”