Every Sunday was Family Dinner night. It was something that we have maintained in my family for years now. The four of us were there, scrambling to set the table and pleasant chit-chat carried from one person to another. I was pouring the wine while joking with Dad about my recent photo shoot when I overheard my mother.
“Have you told your brother yet?” she asked Kelly as she set down the pasta.
“Mm-Mmm.” Kelly shook her head looking at me.
“One sec Pops.” I turned to my sister. “What’s up?”
She rolled her eyes as we she took our seats. “Well, I was going to wait until after dinner so thanks Mom. Kinda’ let the cat out of the bag there.”
“What’s going on?” I asked again.
“Your sister had a little bit of an opportunity,” said my dad as he began to serve himself.
“Let her tell him, Charles.” My mother took a sip of her wine as she settled in.
Kelly took a big breath and turned to me. “You know how I have been dabbling in designing clothes? Well, I’ve been having a great time at it and I’ve been getting some great feedback. It’s kinda like you and photography; I’m a natural. I’ve got a great eye for style while keeping it flirty and kinda fun; especially for women with bodies like Mom and me.”
“Something for girls with curves,” Pops chuckled as he raised his glass.
“Charles!” Mom smacked him with her napkin causing Dad to flinch.
Regardless of how it was taken, Dad’s comment was pretty spot on. I hadn’t really studied their figures before, at least not on purpose, but both my mother and sister were shapely gals. They were in no way what you would consider thick, thanks to yoga, but both have curves where men like to look. Some credit due to their regimen and some to genes.
“So anyway, like I was saying, I’ve been really diving in deep on this, and last week one of my professors passed on a few photos of my work to a contact of hers and they loved it! They asked to see more and I want to really blow them away.”
“Holy crap, Kelly! That’s awesome!”
“I know, right!” She was ecstatic. Her green eyes sparkled as her grin stretched across her face. “Right now, they’ve only seen a couple of my pieces. A summer dress, a couple tops and shorts, and a swim suit. What I want to do next is show off what I can really do and step it up a notch both in style and presentation. Soooo… Jason.” She started to push her silverware around her plate. “I was wondering…”
“You want me to be your photographer, don’t you?”
“Don’t worry, I’ll totally pay you. It would mean a lot to me and you are the best photographer I know.”
“Sis, don’t worry about it. We’re family; I got your back.” I laughed. “So what you thinking? Day shoot, night shoot, studio?”
“You know I was thinking something like at the beach. I figured it’d be the best way to show off a spring and summer look. It’s just an idea.”
“No, I like it.” I smiled. “Have you thought about models yet?”
Her eyes went wide. “Oh shit, no I forgot.” Her eyes went wider as she covered her mouth. “Sorry Mom! I keep swearing around you.”
Mom waved it off. “Honey, I keep telling you; you’re twenty-one. You’re an adult.”