"There you go again!" she snapped.

"Oh get off it. You know you love to look at pictures of yourself." And it was true. Josie was a beauty and knew it. At eighteen her complexion was like milk. She had a smattering of freckles across her short nose but the rest of her was a creamy and delicate white. She had firm, high-riding breasts, just as white as the rest of her. Only the small nipples were tipped with pink. Pink the same color as the inner surfaces of her cunt. To Ronnie who had an olive complexion, her sister's skin was a wonder. She loved to take pictures of her with as little on as possible. Josie had a model's willowy body. But it was hard to get the shy blond to unpeel much more than her sunglasses.

Only once had Ronnie talked her into doing a semi-nude thing. And even then Josie had insisted on wearing her panties. Panties which were another source of teasing for Ronnie to draw on. Because Josie wore only pink panties trimmed with white lace. They were very delicate and feminine and each pair had her name embroidered into the sheer material. Ronnie had caught her without them only once. She'd surprised Josie while she'd been drying after a hot tub. The Nikon had clattered three times before the blushing blond had wrapped the towel around her and fled to the safety of the bathroom again. Ronnie wondered if her young sister ever touched herself. And though she guessed that Josie did, there was really no certainty. Josie was that private.

Today the pretty Josie had on a knee-length blue dress. She liked blue. Light blue, pastel blue, sometimes even a dark navy. And with her cornfed looks, her blond bangs that just cleared those turquoise eyes, the blue did dangerous things to her overall appearance. Dangerous for her. Josie seemed to be totally innocent of her latent sexuality. No, Ronnie thought. It wasn't even latent any more. Not since she'd gotten so leggy and lithe.