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"So do we have a deal?"
I didn't hesitate. With a big smile on my face, I gave him a quick, "Yes."
He then shook my hand. When I left his apartnt, I had in my pocket a big fat cheque. As soon as I got ho, I showed it to Emma. When she saw the amount, she squealed with delight.
"Las Vegas here we co!"
Then she looked at , daring to say no. There was no way I was going to disappoint her, so I nodded, and that got a big hug. I waited until after our evening al, before telling her that there was more to co. Sir Bartholow Ponsonby, had paid half now, with the rest on completion of the painting.
She was stunned at first, but then she declared, "Dubai here we co!"
This ti I shook my head. She tried to look annoyed, but she couldn't help smiling. When I laughed, she joined in.
We had married when we were twenty five. I was a budding artist, and she was an accountant. It's only now, seven years later, that I was making a decent living. I was getting a reputation as a good artist, and as a result, lots of work.
I'm not fussy, I paint whatever the client wants. It might be the view from their house, or their pet cat. It can be anything. However, over the last two years, quite a lot of my commissions have been for paintings of won, and most of them nude!
It started when I did one for a local aristocrat. His wife posed nude for . Since then, it's got a lot of work, from his friends and acquaintances. Sir Bartholow wanted one, but not of his wife. And he told why that was.
"Don't get wrong. I love the old bird, but like , she is past her pri. I want a painting of a young nubile woman, in an erotic pose. Sothing that will get my juices flowing."
I knew just the woman he was thinking of. It was Charlotte. She had modelled for before, and she didn't mind taking all her clothes off. However, there was a problem with her. While posing for , we had beco lovers. When she wanted to leave Emma, and I said no, it went sour. I still rember her parting words, as she had stord out of my studio.
"Hell will have to freeze over before I work for you again."
And now, with global warming, that was never going to happen.
I now had a commission, but no model. I wanted to discuss it with Emma, but I couldn't. She might ask why Charlotte wasn't going to do it. I decided to speak to my Sister about it. I called her.
"So you want to ask my friends if they will model for you?"
"Yes, and hopefully one of them will want to do it."
"And they have to be naked?"
"Yes."
"I'll ask. But they are all going to say no."
"It's worth a try."
"OK, but I do know sobody who will say yes."
"Good, who is it?"
"It's ."
"Very funny."
But I wasn't amused. She had raised my hopes, and then she had dashed them.
"I'm being serious."
It took a few seconds to realise, that she was indeed serious about it.
"No, you can't."
"Why not?"
"Because you are my Sister."
"I have always wanted sobody to paint , and I don't mind being naked."
"You can be naked as often as you want. But not in front of ."
"And I'm not working for the next two weeks, so the timing is perfect."
She tried to talk into it, but I was having none of it. However, she did agree to ask her friends.
The next day, I worked late at my studio. I had a painting to finish. At seven, I applied the last brushstroke. Then I stepped back to admire it. Tomorrow, I could start on Sir Bartholow's painting. But I still didn't have a model.
When I got ho, I was surprised to see my Sister there.
"Serena has been telling that you are looking for a model."
"Yes, Charlotte can't do it."
Thankfully, Emma didn't ask why that was. I then looked at my Sister.
"Did you ask them?"
"Yes, and they all said no. And Lucy told to tell you, that you are a pervert!"
She then laughed, and Emma joined in. I didn't, because it wasn't funny.
After Serena had gone, I poured myself a large whisky. As I sipped it, I thought about the commission. I could use a photograph of a beautiful woman. Anyone would do. That would be my basis for the painting. However, even while I was thinking about it, I knew that it was a bad idea. I had tried that before, and it hadn't worked. It wasn't the sa as using a model. If I did that, I would produce a diocre painting, rather than a good one. I was on my second drink, when Emma joined .
"You look worried."
"It's that damn painting. I don't have anybody to pose for ."
"Sorry, I should have said. You now have a model."
I looked at her, in disbelieve. Then I started to get annoyed. She might think it was funny winding up, but I wasn't in the mood.
I sighed, before asking, "Who is it?"
"It's your Sister."
"Serena?"
It was her turn to sigh.
"Yes, you only have one Sister."
"She volunteered, but I said no."
"That's why she ca to see . When she told , I thought it was a good idea. I want her to be your model," then she smiled, before adding, "A model that you can't fuck."
I was going to deny it, but the look on her face said, 'Don't you dare'.
I gave her my little boy look, and then I said, "Sorry, how long have you known?"
"From day one."
"Why didn't you say sothing?"
"I knew it would blow over, and it did."
"So are you angry?"
"No, but don't make a habit of it. And you now have to do sothing for , to make up for it."
I was going to say yes, to whatever it was. But I hoped that it wasn't going to be doing the shopping.
"You have to fuck , and while you are doing it, tell what you did with Charlotte."
I was so shocked with what she had said, that when she left the room, I didn't go with her. Then I ca to my senses. I quickly got up, and then I followed her up the stairs.
We were now in the bedroom, and I was frantically taking her T-shirt off. Next was her bra. And I cursed as I struggled to unhook it. Was it stuck? But then it sprang open, and her big tits spilled out. I was on them in a flash. Even after all our ti together, they still excited . They were firm, and her nipples still pointed up. They were a teenager's wet dream.
I eagerly sucked on her nipple, and then I moved to the other one.
"Did you do that to your whore?"
"Yes."
My hand was now between her legs. When I got to her opening, I pushed two fingers in.
Before she could ask, I said, "Yes, I fingered Charlotte's big cunt. She likes three inside her."
"Do the sa to ."
I did. It was a tight squeeze, and I had to push hard. Sotis, Charlotte wanted more, and she would get all my fingers. Then I would rub her clit with my thumb. I didn't dare tell Emma that, because if I did, she would want the sa, but it would be too much for her.
I was now moving my fingers in and out, slowly fucking her with them. And my mouth was still on her nipple. My cock hadn't yet made an appearance. When she wanted it, she would tell , and I would get it out. I was happy for her to be in control. It was her reward, for being so casual about my infidelity.
Ten minutes later, I was beginning to think that it would end like this. That I would just finger her to a climax, rather than fuck her to one. She was enjoying what I was doing, but there was no indication from her, that she wanted to be fucked.
Then, with relief, I heard her say, "You need to fuck with your big cock."
As soon as I unzipped myself, it sprang out. I liked her calling it big, but it isn't. However, at seven inches, it was above average. And, more importantly, it gets hard quickly, and it stays hard.
She now had her hand on it, and she was slowly stroking it.
"How did you fuck Charlotte?"
She didn't let answer, before continuing with, "I bet the bitch bent over, and you fucked her juicy pussy from behind."
"Yes, and I'm going to do the sa to you."
I had done that to Charlotte, but I had also fucked her in several other ways. One of the positions had even been new to . But now wasn't the ti to list them.
Before entering her, I moved the head of my cock up and down her slit. Then I rubbed her clit with it. I waited until she started pushing her bottom back, before pushing into her. When it was fully in, she gasped. She always did that, and it always made smile.
Sotis, we do it gently. A slow build up, that leads to a nice climax. At other tis, it's fast and furious. Today it was the latter.
I was now fucking her, as if my life depended upon it. And she was spurring on.
"Did you make her scream?"
"Yes, and she was loud."
I had told her what she wanted to hear. Even though I had fucked Charlotte hard, she hadn't really done that. Emma was going to speak again, but she stopped when I upped the pace.
Both of us were now getting close. She was moaning after each stroke, and I was grunting. I was desperate to empty my balls, but if I did it before she reached it, then I was a dead man.
"I'm nearly there."
That was good news, but I would still bet that I was going to beat her. And if I did, I would slow down, and that might stop her climaxing. Fortunately, I knew a trick that should work. It wasn't guaranteed, but most of the ti it was successful with her.
When I put my finger on it, she gasped. She knew what was going to happen next.
"Yes, I want it."
I then gave it to her. Straight in, up to the knuckle. It almost made her climax, and the next stroke did. Seconds later, I got mine. A single finger into her asshole, had worked. But should I tell her than Charlotte preferred two?
We were now cuddling, enjoying the warm afterglow of good sex.
"Jed?"
"Yes."
"I do hope that it is really over between you and Charlotte?"
"Yes, you have my word."
"Good, but just to be clear. If it isn't, and I find out, then I am going to cut your cock off."
That made shudder.
"And it will be with a blunt knife!"
The next day, I called my Sister. When I told her that she could be my model, she wasn't surprised.
"I knew Emma would talk you into it."
I asked, "Is tomorrow OK?"
It was, and we agreed on a ten o'clock start.
That evening, while I was relaxing with a beer, I thought about Serena. She was a few years younger than . Twenty five, to my thirty two. She was the clever one, and she had a proper job. Sothing to do with finance. She had tried to explain it to once, but it had gone over my head. And Serena wasn't just the brainy one in the family, she was beautiful as well. To go with her good looks, she had a curvy body. n always noticed her large breasts, and rounded bottom.
If only she wasn't my Sister!
The next day, I was in my studio at nine thirty, getting everything prepared. To my surprise, my Sister was on ti. She was wearing a scruffy T-shirt, and split jeans.
"Hi Bro, do you like my clothes?"
I showed my disapproval, by shaking my head, and she then laughed.
"I didn't see the point of wearing anything special, since I'm going to be naked."
Before starting, we had a coffee.
"Are you ready?"
"I'm always ready. Do I do a striptease, or do I just take my clothes off?"
I ignored her. She then started taking her T-shirt off, and I turned away, to give her so privacy.
"Are you going to paint with your eyes closed?"
It took a while to understand what she ant. She was going to pose for naked, so I didn't need to look away while she was undressing. When I turned around to face her, she was smiling.
My eyes were drawn to her large breasts, now only covered by a bra. She was a similar size to Emma, but more rounded. I then watched her take her jeans off. After stepping out of them, she bent down to pick them up. I was amazed at how relaxed she was. She was undressing as if I wasn't there. It might not be a big deal for her, but I was finding it uncomfortable.
She was now completely naked.
"What do you think? Will my body excite Sir..."
She'd forgotten his na.
"Bartholow Ponsonby. If it doesn't, then nothing will."
That made her giggle, and while she did, her breasts wobbled. That was too much for , I had to look away.
I was now ready to make the first brushstroke. She was reclining on the sofa, her breasts exposed, but her pussy hidden. All I could see was her bush, and it was wild. That had surprised , I had expected it to be neatly trimd, or for her to be shaved.
It wasn't long before she stopped being my Sister, and beca just another model. After an hour, we stopped for a break. She wanted to see what I had done, but I said no. When she pouted her lips, and leant forward, pushing her breasts out, I almost gave in. It was a rule of mine, that nobody gets to see my paintings, until they are finished.
We were now back to work. She was in the sa pose as before, and I was finishing the outline of her body.
"This sofa is comfortable, but I don't think Sir Bart will like it being in his painting."
"It isn't going to be in it. You are sitting on a Victorian lounger. That's how I am going to paint it."
"What about ?"
"What do you an?"
"Are you going to paint as I am, or are you going to make changes?"
"I'm painting you just the way you are."
"So I'm not going to have bigger tits, or longer nipples?"
"No, what you have is more than enough."
That made her smile, but she was probably thinking that I was just flattering her. But I wasn't. Her body was as close to perfection as you can get, and I was sure that Sir Bartholow would agree with .
After another hour, we stopped for the day. She was happy to stay longer, but I explained to her that it was better like this. Little and often. That was another one of my rules. Before she left, we arranged the next session. It was in two days' ti.
I was now working on another painting. This one was for a friend, and I was doing it for free. It was of his dog, 'Rover', who had recently died. He had given a picture of it, and I was now turning it into a painting. What a contrast. The day had started with my beautiful Sister, and she had been naked, and it was now ending with a mongrel dog!
I got ho early, just after four. Emma was in the kitchen.
After giving a kiss, she asked, "How was it with Serena?"
"OK, make a coffee, and I'll tell you all about it."
She did, and then I told her. I played it down, as if it hadn't been a big deal. She was just another model. But it had been different. It's not every day that you see your Sister naked.
That night, we made love. Charlotte wasn't ntioned. However, my Sister was there, but only in my mind. I couldn't help it, I kept thinking about her. When I sucked on Emma's nipples, I was imagining what it would be like, doing that to Serena. And would her cunt be as wet as Emma's was? When I climaxed, I almost called out her na.
We didn't get up until almost nine. Then we had a leisurely breakfast together.
"What's your plan for today?"
"I'm going to finish that piece for Jim."
"How is Rover?"
"He's still dead."
"Very funny, but I ant the painting."
"Two hours and it should be done."
It ended up being three. I had found it difficult to concentrate. I kept thinking about my Sister, rembering her naked body.
I was about to leave my studio, when Sir Bartholow phoned . That wasn't a surprise. He would want to know how it was progressing.
"Jed, have you started it?"
"I have. And I will be doing more tomorrow."
"Good, but I want to discuss sothing with you."
"OK."
"Is the lady naked, and in an erotic pose?"
"Yes, just the way you wanted it."
"I might not have been specific enough."
I thought that he had been, but apparently not. I was now waiting for him to say more. It was a few seconds before he did.
"I don't just want her breasts to be displayed. I want her legs to be open. Wide open."
"You want to see her pussy?"
"Crudely put, but yes."
"Anything else?"
I was being sarcastic, expecting him to say no. But he didn't.
"Yes, no pubic hair."
The call had now ended, and I was trying to make sense of what he had said. He was paying for it, so he could have what he wanted. But where would he display it? That was his problem, getting a new model, was mine. I rang my Sister.
"So now you see why I need to find a new model."
"He's a dirty old man."
"He is, but he is paying a lot of money. If I don't give him what he wants, he will not be happy."
"But it's not a problem."
"It is, unless one of your friends can be persuaded. And this ti they wouldn't just be naked, their pussy will be there for the entire world to see."
"I don't need to ask them, because I am going to do it. I'll be at your studio tomorrow at ten."
Then she ended the call. I was shocked. Had she really agreed to pose with her legs wide open? Yes she had, and she would be doing it tomorrow. I knew that I should call her back, and tell her no way. But I wasn't going to.
As I was driving ho, I kept thinking about my conversation with Sir Bartholow. Was he going to call again, and ask for more changes? Insist that he be included in the painting. Standing next to Serena, with her holding his erect cock? And of course, he would want to exaggerate his mber. I shuddered at the thought of that.
This ti, she was late, by half an hour. I was beginning to think that she had changed her mind.
"Sorry Jed, it took longer to shave than I expected."
That got hard, and I had to discreetly adjust myself, while she made the drinks.
"Next ti, I am going to bring so better coffee. Shall we start?"
I gave her a big smile, to hide my nervousness, and then I said, "Yes."
As before, she took her ti undressing. When she got down to just her knickers, she stopped.
"You do realise, that when the painting is finished, I want a nice present."
"Yes, you can have anything you want."
And I ant it. But I wish she would get on with it. I was desperate to see her pussy.
She was now on the sofa, in the sa position as last ti. I could see that she was shaved, but her pussy was hidden.
"You need to open your legs."
"Like this?"
I nearly dropped the paint brush. He wanted it all to be on display, but this wasn't subtle. Her legs could not be any wider, and she had raised her knees. I was staring at her, and I didn't care if she noticed.
"Do you like it?"
I nodded my head several tis, and it made her giggle.
"I like to think that I have a nice pussy."
She had, and the image of her showing it to , was one that I would never forget. But I needed to compose myself. I took a deep breath before speaking.
"Close your legs a bit, and lower your knees."
It took three attempts, but eventually, she had the pose that I wanted.
I was now in work mode, concentrating on the painting. However, my eyes kept being drawn downwards, to her pussy. Her tits were magnificent, but they were there for all to see. What she had between her legs was normally concealed. It had now been revealed to , and it was a hidden gem.
She had large lips, and her clit was prominent. Her opening was clearly visible, and because of her pose, it was slightly open.
If only she wasn't my Sister!
When we had finished, she dressed, and then we had another coffee.
"So when do we do this again?"
"Tomorrow, if that's OK?"
It was.
As she was leaving, I said, "And don't be late."
She ignored .
As soon as she closed the door, I started taking my jeans and underwear off. I then lay on the sofa, cock in hand. Thinking about my Sister, got it hard.
My hand was now frantically stroking it. Watching her, had been frustrating, and I now wanted to reach it as soon as possible. I did, in less than a minute.
I was now ho, in the kitchen, with Emma. She was cooking our evening al.
"It'll be ready in five minutes."
"Good, I'm starving."
"How was it today?"
"OK, just routine."
"So your Sister posing nude for you, is just routine?"
"Yes, she does it all the ti."
That made her laugh.
"But seriously, doesn't it get you excited, even just a little bit?"
Fortunately, she had her back to , so she couldn't see how uncomfortable her question had made .
"No, apart from her tits, you can't see much."
That was a blatant lie, and I hoped that she would never get to see the painting.
The next day, I was in my studio at nine. Serena wasn't due until ten, but I wanted to make so changes to Jim's painting. When I had shown it to him, he had liked it, but he had asked if I could include Rover's favourite toy.
Half an hour later it was done. Now, next to Jim's dog, was a large rubber bone. I shook my head. I was a professional artist, with a growing reputation. I shouldn't be doing paintings like this.
Serena was on ti.
As soon as she was through the door, she showed her watch, and then she said, "See, it's one minute to ten."
It was, but what had she done to her left hand? It was bandaged.
While we had our coffee, she told about it. She had slipped in the shower, and while breaking the fall with her hand, she had sprained her wrist. Fortunately, her friend Alice was staying over. She had applied the bandage.
"Are you sure that it's not broken?"
"Yes, Alice knows first aid. It's just sprained. It will be OK in a few days."
When she had finished her drink, I took the cup from her.
"I guess we should start."
"Yes, but you need to undress ."
Then she waved her bandaged hand at , to make it clear why that was.
Smiling, she said, "Alice had to help to dress this morning."
This ti, she was smartly dressed. A blouse and skirt, instead of T-shirt and jeans.
I was now unbuttoning her top, and despite my best efforts to control it, it was getting , and my cock, excited. When the last button was popped, I carefully took her blouse off. Now that I was close to her, her breasts looked even bigger than normal. As I reached around her to unhook her bra, she leant forward, and they squashed against my chest. We were almost hugging, and I desperately wanted to kiss her.
When her bra was off, she stepped back.
"Now for my skirt and knickers."
I mumbled, "OK," but I didn't dare look at her. If I was to see her beautiful face, and pouting lips, then I would surely lose control.
Her skirt ca off easily. Now for her knickers. They were red, and very small. The fabric was stretched tight against her. I managed it, but with trembling hands. I hadn't been this nervous, since I was a teenager.
She was now naked.
"Thanks, I could have undressed myself, but it would have been difficult."
Then she moved her head, to give a kiss. It was my reward for helping her. It was on the cheek, but she kept her lips there for longer than was necessary. And when it ended, she was still close to .
Then, without thinking, I suddenly kissed her.
It was on the lips, and with passion. But then I stopped. With horror, I realised that I wasn't getting anything back. Had I just made a fool of myself? Then, to my relief, she responded, with an intensity that matched mine.
We were now exploring each other's mouth. It was as if ti was standing still. I was so absorbed with what we were doing, that I had almost forgotten that her magnificent tits were there.
I now had both hands on them. As I groped them, I could feel how heavy they were. Then I went for her nipples. She gasped when I found them. After sucking on each of them in turn, I stopped, so that I could speak.
"Lie on the sofa."
She was quickly on it. In the sa pose as for the painting. But this ti, her legs were wide open so that I could finger her.
When my hand moved up her leg, she gasped when it got to her thigh. I kept it there, as I sucked on her ripe nipple
"I need you to touch my pussy."
I moved my hand higher, and then my fingers slowly moved around it. Briefly brushing against her lips, but keeping away from her clit, and her opening.
"Stop teasing ."
I could hear the pleading in her voice.
I now had two fingers at her slit, the tips of them pressing against it. When she pushed her pussy upwards, I gave her what she wanted. Both of them deep up her cunt.
"Fuck, that's good."
When I started moving my fingers, she started moaning. And she was loud.
"I need to fuck you."
"No! You're my Brother."
I almost laughed. Her Brother had two fingers inside her, and he was greedily sucking on her nipple. We had already crossed the line.
"Please let . I won't tell anybody."
I must have sounded like a whining child, asking his parents for sothing that he desperately wanted. But I didn't care. I just wanted her to say yes.
"No, but if you give a nice climax with your fingers, then I'll jerk you off."
I wanted more, but I would settle for that.
"It's a deal," then I added, "Do we now shake hands?"
That made her chuckle, and while she was doing it. I got my cock out.
When she saw it, she didn't comnt. I would have liked her to go wide-eyed, or tell that I was a big boy. However, she also hadn't laughed, so she must think it was adequate.
Her hand was now on my cock, and she was stroking it, in ti with what I was doing to her. When I rubbed her clit faster, she responded by quickening her stroke. She also got the added benefit, of my mouth on her tits. And I was doing my best to suck in, not just her nipple, but as much of her breast as I could.
It was now a race. First to climax is the winner. I was frantically rubbing her clit, using two fingers, to make sure that I was covering all of it. And she was stroking my cock at lightning speed.
I got there first. But as I shot my load onto her tits, she went rigid.
"Fuck, I'm in it."
She definitely was, and it was a big one. When I had finished, she was still going, and she had my cock in a vice like grip. I was relieved when her orgasm ended, and she released my cock.
I got up, and then I looked down at her. Her legs were still wide open, but her eyes were closed. She was making a low sound, a sort of whimpering noise.
I went to the kitchen, to make us both a drink. When I got back, she was sitting up. On the floor were so used tissues. She must have noticed looking at them.
"Sobody made a ss on . And there was a lot of it."
Then she giggled.
I didn't know what to say, but I felt that I had to say sothing.
"Are you..."
I stopped, but she finished my sentence.
"OK with what happened?"
I nodded. I wasn't sure that I was going to say that. But what she had said, would do.
"Yes I am. What about you?"
I thought about it. I had just emptied my balls over my Sister, while fingering her to a climax. I should be racked with guilt, but I wasn't.
"Sa for ," then I added, "It was no big deal."
She looked at , wide-eyed, and then she laughed. I joined in.
We finished at twelve thirty. I stepped back to admire what I had done.
"Can I please look at it?"
I shook my head, and she pouted. But I didn't give in.
Before leaving, we had another drink together.
"What we did was nice."
It had been better than just 'nice'.
"But if you ever tell anybody, then I will cut your cock off."
I muttered, under my breath, "With a blunt knife," but she didn't hear .
I was OK driving ho, but when I saw Emma, I had a sudden surge of guilt.
"How's the painting?"
"Nearly done. One more session should do it."
While we ate, I felt as if there was a large flashing neon sign on my head, declaring my latest infidelity. I needed to loosen up. If I didn't, then Emma would suspect sothing.
After clearing the plates away, she said, "It's your lucky day. I'm in the mood."
I gave her my best smile, and I hoped that I looked enthusiastic. Given a choice, I would take a rain check. But I didn't have a choice. I would have to perform, and to the best of my ability. Anything less than that, and she would be asking questions.
We had an early night, and as soon as we were in the bedroom, she was taking my clothes off. I let her strip naked, before undressing her. We then kissed, only coming up for air, after a few minutes.
"When it's finished, will you miss seeing your Sister naked?"
I would, but I didn't dare tell her that.
"No."
I then started tweaking her nipples, hoping that it would distract her. ntioning my Sister, was making feel uncomfortable.
"That's nice. I bet Serena would like you to do that to her."
I didn't know what to say to that, so I kept quiet.
"I think that you want to fuck her. To bend her over, and put your big cock deep up her pussy."
I stopped playing with her nipples, and then I said, "That's enough."
It ca out louder than I had intended, and it got a nervous laugh from her.
"Sorry, I shouldn't have said that."
I sighed, before saying, "And I shouldn't have shouted at you."
She then kissed , and all was forgiven.
Despite my initial reluctance, it ended up being a good fuck. She got an epic climax, and mine was a good one. However, the earlier one, by my Sister's hand, had been better.
It was now Friday morning, the final day for Sir Bartholow's painting. This ti, we had arranged a later start. Eleven o'clock.
I got to my studio at ten thirty, and then I waited for Serena. She was ten minutes early. In her hand, she had a jar of instant coffee. As I took it from her, I noticed that the bandage had gone.
"So is your wrist OK now?"
"Yes, it's as good as new."
I had been hoping that it would still be bandaged. That would have given the excuse to undress her. I made the drinks, eager to see if the coffee she had finally rembered to bring, was any better than mine.
It wasn't.
"Isn't this coffee wonderful?"
"Yes it is."
Honesty might be the best policy, but sotis it's better to lie!
When she took her clothes off, it was done with her usual casualness. I was hoping that there would be a sign from her. Sothing to indicate that she wanted to touch her. But there wasn't. It was as if I wasn't there. So last ti had been a one-off, never to be repeated.
She was now in position, and I was painting. But her pose wasn't quite right.
"Move your left leg to the side."
She did, but it was now worse.
"The other side."
"It might be better if you co over and move it."
I gave a big sigh, and then I muttered under my breath, "Do I have to do everything myself."
She must have heard it, because she laughed. And that irritated even more.
I was now next to her, holding her leg. I quickly got it to the correct position. When I removed my hand, she started moving her leg. I was about to shout at her, but I stopped, when I realised what she was doing.
Her legs were now wide open, and I was staring at her pussy. She was offering it to .
With a woman, you are supposed to start at the top, and then work your way down. Her mouth first, then her tits. And finally, her pussy. But I broke all the rules. I went straight for her cunt, and with my tongue, rather than my fingers.
When I nibbled on her thick lips, she groaned, and when I sucked them into my mouth, she gasped. I kept doing it, and she got louder. Then I went for her clit. This ti I was gentler. More subtle.
I started by slowly moving my tongue over it, in a long sweeping motion. It was getting her excited, and if I was to continue, then it wouldn't be long before she climaxed. I eased off. This might be our last ti together, so I wanted it to continue for as long as possible. For it to be morable, for both of us.
I was now concentrating on her opening. Trying to get as much of my tongue into it as I could. It was making her squirm.
"Finger , and lick my clit."
I moved back to her clit, and it made her moan. I then gave her a single finger, but just the tip of it. I then slowly pushed it in, up to the knuckle.
I now had a nice rhythm going. My finger was moving in and out of her, and my tongue was lapping her clit. I had got it right. It was enough to keep her excited, but not enough to make her suddenly climax.
But I was wrong!
Her body was now rigid, and her head was moving from side to side. I got up, and then I turned away. I couldn't look at her. She was in ecstasy, but I was frustrated. I left the room, to make myself a drink. Not because I wanted one, but because I wanted to be alone. While the kettle was boiling, I heard her shout .
"Jed, co here."
I did.
"Do you want a coffee?"
"No," then she smiled at , before adding, "Do you want to fuck ?"
Sohow, I managed to keep a straight face, as I said, "Yes. But let finish my drink first."
She was now looking at . Her face was a mixture of surprise and disappointnt. She couldn't believe that out of her pussy and a coffee, the coffee was my priority.
Then I laughed, and she realised that I was joking.
I took my clothes off, before going to her. My cock was now semi-hard, but it would soon be back to its best. When I got to her, she helped it, by giving it a couple of strokes.
"It's a nice cock."
"You an a big one?"
She shook her head, a bit too quick for my liking, before saying, "No. But it's a nice one."
So it wasn't big, but I already knew that.
Looking at her, I said, "Is this a quick fuck, just for my benefit?"
"No way! I want another climax. If you take your ti, I'll get one."
We were now kissing, and my hands were on her large tits. I was gently playing with her nipples. They were responding to my touch, by getting bigger. My Sister had it all, good looks, and an amazing body. And I was now enjoying it.
When we stopped kissing, she said, "You taste nice. What have you been eating?"
"My favourite, pussy."
She laughed, and while she was still doing it, I latched onto her nipple. As I sucked hard, she moaned. I was now doing it properly. Starting at the top, and working my way down. After my fill of her large breasts, her pussy would be next.
For the next ten minutes, it was just her tits. I kept switching from one to the other. And while I sucked on one, the other got my fingers.
"My pussy needs to be fingered."
When my hand moved between her legs, she reached for my cock.
"No, if you stroke it I'll co. I'm, saving it for your cunt."
This ti, she got two fingers, and I thrust them in. It made her gasp. I then started fucking her with them. As I did, I tried to imagine what it would be like, if it was my cock inside her, rather than my fingers. I just knew that it would be special.
And it was now ti to do it.
"I want you to bend over."
She mumbled sothing, but I didn't catch what it was. However, she did move.
She was now in position. Her top over the arm of the sofa, and her bottom high up. I didn't waste any ti getting my cock to her opening. Then I pushed it in. It went in without much effort, because she was so wet. When it was fully in, she grunted, and that made smile. She didn't regard it as big, but it could still fill her cunt up.
I was now fucking her, and it was in the sa position that I had used for the first ti with Charlotte. That had been good, but this was better. However, I had a problem. I wasn't going to last long. I was OK with that, but I wanted my Sister to reach it as well.
I upped the pace, hoping that it would move her on. It did. She was now making a lot of noise, especially when I went deep into her. But it was also moving dangerously close to my climax. I needed to do sothing, and do it soon. Then I had an idea. But would it work? There was only one way to find out.
When I pushed them in, it made her gasp. I had just given her two fingers into her asshole. And to my relief, she was enjoying it.
I was now fucking both her holes, and she was coming to the boil. My balls were also tightening, so I knew that I wouldn't be able to last much longer.
It was a long deep stroke that made her reach it, and her writhing about, as her orgasm surged through her body, that gave mine.
I thought that I would never stop spurting. We had started almost together, and we ended within seconds of each other. I was now slumped over her, exhausted. And she was making whimpering noises.
After we had recovered, we showered. Then we got to work. She on the sofa, posing, and putting the finishing touches to the canvass. Half an hour later, it was finished.
This ti I let her look at it. And when she saw it, I got a big hug, and a kiss. She liked it.
And Sir Bartholow did as well.
"Any chance of you giving her number?"
I shook my head. When I left his apartnt, I had in my hand another cheque.
It was now a week after the final session with Serena. It was taking a great effort not to think about what had happened. Every ti I did, it tortured . I just had to realise that it had ended. I made a decision to put it out of my mind, and to move on.
But then I got a call.
"I'm George Rockefeller. I want a painting, like the one you did for Bart. And it has to be the sa woman."
By the ti the call had ended, I had agreed to do it. But had I been too hasty? Would my Sister agree to pose naked for again? Then I laughed out loud.
"Of course she would!"
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