Jud: 26 years old, short dark brown hair, 5’6”, 36c 22 33

Joy: Jud’s mom, 43 years old, brown hair, 5’4”, 36c 28 36

Mark: Jud’s brother, 30 years old, short dark brown hair, 6’0”, slim and tall and fit.

Jud’s History:

I was married when I was 24. A year after my marriage, I was diagnosed with a rare form of cancer. I went into treatment almost immediately. Half a year into my treatment, my husband couldn’t cope anymore and left me. I have no income, so I have to move in with my parents. Thank god for Medicare, or I might as well just have left for dead. My parents lived in a 2-bedroom apartment, and Dad had to move his home office out so I can have a room. A week after moving in with my parents, my brother Mark reappeared into our lives, after losing contact with the family 5 years ago.

He said he went to the US and became a stockbroker for 2 years. After that, he joined a big company and became involved in project finance. We always knew he’d make it. He’s the smart one of the family. He said he came back to Sydney a month ago and bought a place in the Northern Beaches. A 5-bedroom beachfront ... and he called it a house.

Now that he’s back, he said he wanted us to move into his mansion, since he was still single. My Dad had his pride and refused, and Mom had to follow him. When he turned to me and asked me, I just cried and said it’s too much trouble, I’m sick and dying. He hugged me and told me it’ll be alright. His place was closer to the hospital, and the sea breeze can do me good. The only thing I have to do is to think positively.

I moved into his place the next day. My Dad was happy to get his home office back. From that day on, I progressively became better. 3 months after moving into my brother’s place, my cancer went away. My hair grew back, although it’s still short, you can tell that it’s the hair of a healthy person.

After getting the good report from the doctor, I thanked my brother for his care and said I should not burden him anymore, and I should move out. He flatly refused and wanted me to stay on. He said he’s used to having someone around the place. He also encouraged me to pick up painting and photography, which I gave up to get married. He said he’d love to support an artist. He was so sincere that I couldn’t say no. I was given a second chance in life.

Jud’s Story:

It’s 9 months since I moved in with my brother. My painting is getting better. But I was getting a little bored with painting landscapes or bowls of fruit. I always liked human form, so I started to paint beachcombers. Unfortunately, they won’t stay still enough for me to finish painting. When I asked Mom to pose for me, she said yes straight away, even though I told her that I wanted to paint her nude. It went so well that I completed 5 paintings of her in 2 months. The next project I thought of was for me to pose with Mom.

With a digital camera and my brother’s old computer, I took pictures of us nude until I was satisfied with the pose before starting to paint, using the screen as a display. Mom and I had fun taking pictures and teasing each other.

My life is getting back to normal. Mark never asked for anything in return. I offered to clean the house and do his laundry, but he refused. Every morning, Elda (Mark hired a housekeeper) will come in and cook us breakfast. Mark and I have breakfast at 7 a.m., while Elda cleans the rest of the house and does the laundry. She even cleans the pool and filter. My life has never been this carefree, not a worry in the world, and free to express myself.

One morning while we were having breakfast, Mark asked if I would like to accompany him to a dinner he threw for his clients. He said that there would only be four couples going, including us. I haven’t been going out much, so this was a welcome invite.

That morning I went out and bought myself an evening gown. It was black, loose, and low-cut both front and back. I needed to feel sexy. I spent the whole morning and afternoon pampering myself, doing a facial, haircut, waxing. I even got a bikini wax plus trimming. I let the girl talk me into shaving myself. She was pretty. For the first time in my life, I thought I wouldn’t mind if she was bold enough to lick my pussy. I’ve never had a lesbian relationship.

Mark rang that afternoon to say that he’d send a taxi around to pick me up at 7 p.m. I made sure I was on time. During the ride, I noticed the taxi driver kept adjusting his rearview mirror. I was feeling more confident about my looks. My brother greeted me at the front of the restaurant. As I got out of the taxi, I noticed my brother looking at me in a strange way.

“Is it alright, what I’m wearing?” I was worried.

“Wow, I never knew you were so sexy!” He was looking at my cleavage.