She inched up to Deximo, swaying in that dangerous little excuse for a bikini, "Wanna make some porno with me, Mister Professional Photographer?"

Deximo almost took the bait, then stammered once more... unintelligibly.

"But who'll run the camera?"

Deximo asked what she meant.

"Who'll run the camera when we're getting all hardcore together?"

Deximo hadn't been cockteased like this since Windi Welch was in our studios and now Gigi's hands were gliding up his trousers. Deximo somehow managed a sputted comment about her 'brother'...

"He doesn't wanna fuck me on camera. Just in the bedroom... and the living room... and the kitchen... and the bathroom... and the porch... and the swimming pool... and the..."

Finally, one of us had to say something and it was Deximo, "Okay, Gigi... uh... that's kind of weird..."

She giggled until her cheeks got bright red, "Oh... gawd... he's my STEP BROTHER... we're like totally not related..."

Ah... it's coming together now... that lucky Johnson... well, maybe...

Deximo decided it was time for more photos and less conversation at this point. I'm not sure why. Either she was completely teasing him or he could have had one hell of a time 'getting all hardcore' with Gigi. Brother or no brother. Either way, Gigi was ready to get back to business.

"Okay, but wait... I have something else I wanna show you... give me a few secs. I mean seconds!" Her giggle was contagious as I couldn't help myself, either.