The Artist, The Model, The Brother

The artist, the model and the Brother.

This is an incest story of the relationship between three people, an artist and a Brother and a Sister who model for a group of artists. But the artist had designs on the sister in the past. Includes brother sister incest and bi sexual moments. All sexual activity is between adults over eighteen years old.

The Artist.

Tuesday night was life drawing night. As small group of us would pool money together to pay a model. We gathered on the top story of a local bookshop and art supply store. One of our group was a manager there, so we had the venue free. There were about eight in the group if we all came. Artists of different skill levels.

It was the end of the term and we had money left over, so tonight was going to be special; Two models. We were told a boyfriend and a girlfriend.

As per normal we arrive and set up. I'm early. I do not want to waste time. I decided to work behind an easel tonight. Some work at desks. This is a fortunate decision.

The couple come up the stairs, they normally chat with the artists before going into the store to change. Tonight is no different.

Fuck, I know her. I even asked her out once in high school. She declined me nicely. Said her heart was already cast to another.

I hid behind the easel looking busy. I knew tonight I would see my youth crush naked. Nude, I remind myself. In life class it is nudity, nothing sexual, it's a body to draw as one would a pile of bricks, detached. This is what my life drawing lecturer emphasised at art school.

I had graduated and was working a job as I built the courage to go out and be an artist. This was my way to keep my hand and eye in.

I reminded myself that I had drawn friends nude before at art school. Fellow students were often our models, as it helped pay for their art courses. We all have to eat, I remind myself, although I feel myself growing in my pants. It's only because I had and yes still have the hots for her. I wondered who her boyfriend was, but I couldn't place him. He looked familiar.

She was in my year group so like me had to be twenty-five. I didn't see a ring. I wanted the possibility that her heart was less solidly committed elsewhere now.

No gold band to say I've made up my mind. She was sweet. We always got along well.

They come out nude. We always do short five-second then ten-second poses to get our eye in.

Immediately I am lost in the action and cannot think the thoughts I had been having. This was good. It sets the mood for the session. They posed individually and apart. Two bodies changing forms. Artist trying to get single lines of expression of form before the word change.

The secret of drawing is always looking at the model but never much at your drawing. Draw what you see, remove what you think you know. I don't know if she recognises me.

We move to five-minute poses. They sit apart still. We select who we want to draw. I draw the guy. It was easier to start with him. His body is well built although I think I made his chest too big.

Perhaps it's because he is close. We are drawing in a tight space. Body distortion close-up is always a problem for the drawer. Perspective warps. I like the butt and the chest, it's just the waistlines that suck.

Also, I feel myself getting jealous of him. He is sharing the body I have desired. But there is something more. I can't put my finger on it let alone my conté crayon.

We change again. We can't move positions but the models do. Now she is facing me. She has to see me soon. Recognise me. The two still stand apart but face each other. Looking at each other's eyes. It is intimate because they see into each other's eyes for thevduration. It is erotic in that they are nude.

She looks up before they set in a frozen stance. Our eyes meet in recognition. I am electrified and then I am relieved. I don't need to hide now. I can draw freer. A warm smile hits her lips. A slight nod and a wink. Then she looks at her lover and they freeze for five minutes.

It is an unusual moment in life when a moment is frozen in time while others are in a frenzy of activity.

I work in outward forms and lines. I feel my skills have leapt a level. I remind myself that this is nude. But my eyes can't seem to leave the W shape of her thigh gap. Her delicate crease, her slightly swollen labia majora, her body shaved bare of pubic hair, making me think she is younger than I know she is.

And then there is him. It was like looking at the obverse of a coin. His thigh gap, hers, his hips slimmer male and a male version of the hips that faced me. I am haunted by the familiar. But I know her. So yes I am sure that's it. She is and he isn't.

Five minutes are up. For all my thinking I have achieved a lot. They change. He now faces me. I see her bottom is sweet and formed. Her white bikini line tells me she is only nude for modelling. I like it, as it gives me further lines to draw form.

Her hair falls crinkled as if they have just skipped out of the surf. Arms crossed, closer standing but unsure. I cannot see it but her arm is folded over her breast. As his are crossed as well, a hand over his shoulder. I see him scratching an irritation on his upper back but frozen. I think our coordinator said this is eight minutes.

They are comfortable. Hips thrown, seeing Greek classical forms or is it archaic? Kora and Kuros. Female and male, nude. Although in the archaic the female was always clothed.

Now I must confess I am no good at faces. I avoid them if possible, and I don't waste my time on them in these short poses. I want to edit out the badness of them, the misshapen and distorted looks. But I am disciplined to leave in all my mistakes.

Now they are touching. I take a breath. This moment starts an intimacy I want to see and draw, but do not want to see.

The hands touching are the beginning of romance. Hold on, his hands say Not too close. Perhaps he is afraid his masculine appendage will grow.

I take it in. My jealousy surges some. I take it in but lose time, frozen with an empty sheet. I decide to use the side of the chalk and concentrate on form and shape not line. The drawing is as hesitant as their pose. So much is wrong. I know that I am thrown.

Time for me to regroup so I don't lose this golden opportunity.

The dance begins. The pose becomes dynamic as does my hand. Although I have had glimpses of his genitals now is the first time I see all. He is obviously a shower. He is big, or carries the promise of big. It is warm and his ball sack competes with his length.

I make some judgements, and determined that I hadn't make his tackle bigger than it is. It is often the problem of drawing breasts. Young males always draw these bigger when first drawing from life. I did my first time.

Maybe it is because he has revealed his masculinity to me. Suddenly I am captivated by him also. He is a part of the whole. He fits with her and I realise my jealousy is something else. Maybe regret, maybe longing.

We are moving again. She glances at me again. I know her name. I choose not to speak it. I want the distance. The new pose is a gesture of bowing to her whom he loves. She, still shy, twirls her hair but avoids his open nakedness. He has to hold their lean. It is hard to do. He is good. He has done this modelling before. Again I am distracted by her slit and overwork it. Her breasts still covered, I have not had the opportunity to draw them properly, as others opposite have done. I like the drawing though. I feel I capture the emotion as well as the form. His head is too small but, oh well.

A break is announced. It is a time of observing. Students go around looking at each other's work to this point. Some are better technically than me, some are not. I'm happy with the emotions and some comment I have captured this. But here is the thing the models also walk around and look at how we have captured them. They do this nude, as if it's natural. I prefer it that way. It keeps it in the nude category.

At college, I was used to this. One day a model was a bit cold. A student we all knew. A body not dissimilar to the girl I was drawing. She put on a crocheted shawl with big holes. Partly covered is much more erotic than completely nude. I had to go for a walk, the one and only time in years of life drawing.

He is standing next to me.

"I like your work. You have caught us. How we feel about each other."

I say a throttled thanks. He moves on. At last, she comes to me. She looks.

"You always were the artist. I heard you went to art school. It shows. I would like to see more of your work one day."

I look her in the eyes. They are playful. I feel a spark of what I felt before when I talked with her at school. It's why I asked her out. I felt I had a chance.

We are called to our stations. The male model comes over to us to start the move to the platform.

"He is good. I like his work, Sis."

"Do you remember my older Brother from school?"

"I knew I knew him, but couldn't place him."

There is a table where they stood before, and chairs. But they ignore these and sit upon the cloth draped on the floor. Kneeling, sitting they are back to back, their forward arms entwined, her hand upon his knee. His on her thigh. Intimate, but comfortable. Like they have lived together for life. I realise this is true.

They are brother and sister comfortable. Siblings sharing their nudity. Naked together and not ashamed. It is strange.

Suddenly I wish I had a sister. Now I'm confused. Did I have it wrong? I was imagining lovers. Was he the reason she turned me down? Or was he simply intimate as a brother? The touches familiar as a family's touch. The care in looks, care not lust?

I look at this pose. As I draw, my mind is now open but also scandalised. If they are lovers it is incest. That takes the taboo and morality to another plane. They obviously do this work together but what happens before and what will happen after? Do they make wild passionate love when they get home to release three hours of tension?

I imagine he had to lose a load before coming out. How else is he soft? Did she blow him first? My mind is now out of control and I stiffen up.

Or is he not hard because she is his Sister and he does not think of her that way. They change again and bring out chairs. I look at my work. I like it. It is minimal. Is that because my mind is distracted and I drew slower?

They sit on the chairs. They are utilitarian chairs and this does not help establish comfort. I struggle again.

It is a fifteen-minute pose but I freeze up. I see when I look at the faces that I have made them angry and aggressive. It is the opposite of how they look at each other. I realise this is my emotion I have drawn not theirs. I want them hating each other.

After ten minutes of struggle, I use my hands to mask out the heads. They are shocking.

Why do I not cut my losses, with scissors?

The same reason I don't use erasers. I found that if you take out a wrong line your next one simply recreates the mistake. Makes too small an adjustment. I'm no Michelangelo or da Vinci, and they rubbed nothing out. In fact, they left the lines faint and let the mind choose the right line. This then they would emphasise if necessary. They just ignore the false start or draw the corrected limb in the corner.

So I never edit a learning drawing. But the crop tells me I'm confused about them. They clearly love each other and I should be pleased. Whether it is as siblings or as sibling lovers who am I to judge? Their love is beautiful either way.

They change again, she sits sideways on her chair. He holds his hand out to her but has a clenched fist. I wonder at the symbolism of this. Does it mean he is violent toward her?

But then I realise it is practical. He has to hold his arm out straight for fifteen minutes. His fist makes his arm ridged, so he can take the weight of her arm. His knuckle locks into her collarbone. He is strong. That takes doing.

I need to say something about hands. No artist likes them. Rembrandt and others charged extra per hand required in portraits, as they were hard and took much more work. They need studies of their own for every pose. Most in the room leave them out. Hands are much bigger than one thinks thus mine are all over the shop.

He is relieved when time is up. He shakes out his hand. They walk around a bit. The next ones will be twenty-five minutes. She approaches me.

"How's it going?"

"Challenging but wonderful. You are so comfortable together."

"I guess we are. Can I talk with you before you leave?"

I hesitate.

"Once I'm dressed that is. I miss your friendship."

My heart spikes in hope.

"Of course, I look forward to it."

This time they sit closer. Her leg must be touching his penis in this pose. He is stoic, he should be hard. But they are relaxed, at home together.

I have time to tone and sculpt their bodies. The bone paper ground brings the opportunity to draw in light not possible on white paper. There you need to leave the light alone. But light draws form as does shadow. Without shadow, nothing is seen. Light dances on surface adding sheen and lustre to skin. Time is up. I realise he has but one leg. Ops.

The next pose offers two meanings, both possible, both intimate, both alluring. She sits on the floor and drapes herself over the chair and his legs. Is it one of submission, or one of adoration? Either way, she says I worship you. Their eyes see only each other, locked together for twenty minutes. Are they talking behind those eyes? Replaying moments of life lived together. Or is it longing for the moments that would follow were they not trapped in the absurdist time that stretches moment to eternity.

In a world of sexualisation, it is the moment she would lean further and take his penis in her mouth to blow him.

But this is neither implied nor taken, because the eyes remain frozen in their mutual love.

He is Big Brother. One she always looks to, admires in that trope of time. He is the one who captures her heart, where she has cast her heart. He is her hope, protector and friend. It is a barrier and a longing. Have they crossed lines, stepped over the precipice into the forbidden?

Frustratingly I am too far stage right to see the junction. To know what his other hand is doing? To see her breasts perhaps caressing his knee? Too obscured to see what she could see if she looked down? His genitals are on display as his legs are splayed.

It is a complex pose that takes all the time to help resolve in chalk. Chalk draws a line, a line must be drawn somewhere.

As if this were not enough the next pose blurs the line and brings the greater intimacy.

They simply hug full-bodied. Every surface of skin that can meet does.

It is a hug with many purposes.

A time to hug. A time to hold. A time that wraps itself in love. A time of one. A time of support. A melding of bodies into one.

For the first time, I can see he has grown a bit down her leg. Because I am on this far side, I realise I am the only artist that can see this. His penis pressed against her thigh. Not quite lodged between but clearly present. For fifteen minutes, no twenty it must be all they can think of. Fuck it's all I can think of. Yet somehow this closeness, this hug of love, this full-bodied expression of who they are together is the most beautiful thing I have seen tonight.

I love them both. Love them as one. They are together. They need to be together, they must be together. All these things scream at me in this pose. It is right. This love is eternal. Let no man separate.

They part, our time is up, and slowly they make their way to the store room to dress. They don't take long and soon join the excited chatter of the artists to whom they have gifted this incredible intimacy. We know that this was special. We look at each other's works, enjoy the successes and struggles. Our models move around and receive thanks and praise for a masterful night's work. They stop at my work.

"Feel free to look through the pad."

It is a large Folio pad. They move through it together commenting, enjoying the moments and memories, as one would a photo album.

"That pose was hard, my arm was aching." Memories of their inner struggles in keeping still. I was busy packing up my gear.

At the final pose, Anne pauses. Her name is Anne, I can name her now. She runs a finger up the drawn length of his penis.

"I thought this was covered."

"Apparently not." He looked at me. "Leo you have done well. I'm glad it was only your eyes that saw."

Ann giggled. Her eyes sparked with mine. "We will talk in the car park."

We reset the shop.

At the cars, we lean against them.

"Leo, many times I have regretted saying no. Ben and I would like to have you at our place for dinner, maybe later this week."

"I would like that." My hope rises again. My interest piqued.

"Bring these drawings with you. I would like to see them in better circumstances."

Also Ben adds, "Bring your drawing equipment. Perhaps we can sit for you, more intimately next time."

I have trouble imagining what could be more intimate.

We arrange for Friday night, and share contacts on our phones.

"I will bring the wine." I declare as we say goodbye and drive off into the night.

The Model.

We model at different places around this small State. Mainly it is up here in the north. Mostly we model alone, but occasionally we get a gig together. Most art groups pay cash. This is handy, as it's not a lot per hour. The uni, our regular client, is paid per session by bank transfer.

I work as a barista, but my partner has an office job. I say partner. More soulmate. What we are cannot be described, we just live it.

We have not been to this drawing group before but the word around the other models is it's a wonderful group, very loving and caring. I look forward to the times I work with Ben. It is always so intimate. Connecting comes naturally and we bring out the best in artists.

We walk up the stairs, having been let in at the back door. People are arriving with us some are already setting up. Immediately I recognise one of the artists. He is buried behind an easel, but I think he saw me first coming up the steps.

We chat a bit with other artists, but he makes himself scarce. His name is Leo. I can understand that this will be hard for him. The organiser announces we are all here and invites us into the store room to change. He tells us there is a staff toilet but this may be easiest.

As we remove our clothes I mention to Ben that I knew someone.

"I know, I recognised him too. I think he is hiding from you," he chuckles.

"I wouldn't be surprised to find him gone when we come out."

"Na, he's a guy, an opportunity to find out what he missed on seeing. Isn't he the one?"

I nod. "I knocked him back for you. Told him my heart was cast somewhere else. We stopped talking much after that although we lived the year out."

"That's right, at school."

"Yes, I think he was crushed."

"But you regret it now, I can tell."

"I do. Not that you have not been, shall we say fulfilling."

"Well, we need to get out there."

"Do you mind if I mostly start with my back to him. I think he might need to get used to me, nude."

It was a tight space. Artists working mainly on tables, a few on easels. We moved quickly through the five-second poses. These were the most dynamic because we did not have to hold them long.

We start apart for the first five-minute pose. I'm sure Leo is drawing Ben. If I had two boys, well men, in my life, it would be these two. But I have one. We move again, I can't help thinking things through. In modelling the artist cannot think. But the model has all the time in the world to think. That's not true, the artist thinks so fast but it is different thinking.

Time is up, five minutes are short. I face him for the first time. I carry a small towel to sit on in case I get damp. I hold this around my neck in both hands. This helps support the pose, it also means my arms are over my breasts. I think this will help. Just before we freeze our eyes meet. I smile and wink. His body relaxes as is to say ok, It's ok, I can now draw. There is a spark. An old spark though. A powerful spark.

I keep my eyes on my partner but my mind is on him.

We were close at school. Good friends always edging on the possibility of more. Leo is by nature shy. We did art together. It was little surprise he went to art college. We lost touch then. But we really lost touch when I turned down his proposal to go out, to be his girlfriend. I know it broke his heart. But I had to find out where my other love would go. He didn't know that two weeks after I turned eighteen Ben and I had turned our passion and explorations up a notch.

Perhaps it was bad timing. Had he had courage three weeks earlier I would have walked a different path with my Brother. I was thinking this all the time I looked in my Brother's eyes. He knew what I was thinking about, I could see it in his eyes.

Our next pose brings us closer. I have my back to Leo. But our body language with both of Ben's crossed arms speaks. My one arm over my breasts the other covering my lower nudity. As if to say I'm not sure.

I don't know if anyone realises but we carefully choreographed our poses to tell a story. We work deliberately toward the intimacy that will come later. It's like we both are hesitant to be naked together. Do we dare to touch across the gap?

Ben is good. He can turn off his mind and thus his lust. It is good that he is a shower. He is never small enough to cause him to doubt his manliness. It helped that I had helped him empty those hanging balls before we came. A task I love. I have ways to dry myself out before a gig, so I don't leak. Think of a device for cleaning a clarinet. We girls think all the time, guys zone out. I have the device in my bag should I need it. A trip to the toilet. It is possibly needed with Leo here.

Change pose. Finally, we touch. My hands on his shoulders, his on my waist, but as if holding me back a bit. It's a simple gesture of the hands but it communicated everything. Ben and I have a conversation in the silence. I know I have permission to explore more. To test what we talked about so many times. He knows how I felt about Leo. He knows that what we have is not totally complete. Not enough for either of us. He knew Leo from a distance. He approved of my friendship then. As we found out more about ourselves and how we did things together there were holes. Once the heat passed, nearly seven years now, we always talked about the possibilities of others. What that looked like we did not know.

I know he found Leo attractive in a way, albeit because I found him attractive. We often saw through each other's eyes. We found our sexuality fluid. We had to, to cross the line into taboo.

The time moves to our next stance and our bodies dance, we are caught mid-swing. Life should be danced. That's what our dalliance has taught us. Take the risk, see where things end up. Ben knew I doted on him as we grew up. Old enough not to be embarrassed by his little sister. Protecting me, a shoulder to cry on and counsel when I needed it. So he walked me through my feelings for Leo. He taught me the theory of sex. No touching, just giving me the birds and bees that our parents had abdicated. He knew my conflict between him and Leo. In both cases, he said Wait until you are eighteen. We were always cuddly. We shared movies, walks, he took me to dance, and he was my chauffeur. Watched me dance, I danced into his heart but I was always there.

I need to stop thinking about the first times we took while Leo gained his courage. I have a job to do. We change to a longer pose. We break after this one. It's as if he is about to fall on one knee, to declare his love. To ask me out.

Not that Ben ever did that for me. We were both constrained. Touching and desires meant we flowed together over all the lines siblings should not cross. Yet we did. My infatuation with my brother led the way, and I know he was waiting till we did not break more laws than one.

I willingly fell into his arms and have never regretted a second. But now we both wonder. We have talked. Do we have another soul mate that we missed out on? Someone who could give us children. Did he want another girl? I another guy? And as we have pondered those things serendipity brings someone from my past in the back door. But could we share our love? More importantly, could someone accept the love we shared? We doubted we could stop. It would take a special person to live with sharing.

It was break time. Time to put my thinking on hold.

"Are you alright Sis, I know what you are thinking?

"The spark is still there. I think it's mutual. I doubt he knows who you really are. You start his end I'll start the other."

We move looking at the work. This part we love. To see each other through considered knowing eyes.

When the time comes I talk to Leo about his art and art school. He is good. I let him know I like his work. Ben comes over and drops the bomb. I knew he would.

"He is good. I like his work, Sis."

"Do you remember my older Brother from school?"

"I knew I knew him, but couldn't place him."

He now pits his memories and vague recollections together. Ben was in year twelve when we were in year eight. That awkward time our puberty brought shyness to the possible, until we hit senior school. We became close friends in Seniors. I see Leo's countenance change.

The impossible now changes to possible. Was all he had seen just sibling closeness? He knew my brother was important to me in our later school years, but Ben was away at University. Although occasionally he would meet him in passing in the house.

Our next pose brought us closer, seated like we were about to have a serious chat.

Again Leo did not have the benefit of my face. He really had the worst position for this. Nearly always side on at best. I wondered if he would be up to coming to our place sometime for more drawing. A private session where we could be more open. I knew my brother would be up for it. Maybe a testing ground.

I didn't want to get too far ahead of myself, but I cannot help but think of Leo as a lover now. I had only known one. Was Leonardo a virgin? I hoped not, if so the damage of my rejection was great.

Leo, Leonardo is destined for art. He said his Dad liked the Turtles. While the jokes got stale he liked the ninja bit. He actually did martial arts right through school. I wonder if he still does. He never told anyone at school. Not something you should brag about. But he did take off his shirt and demonstrate once for me. Fuck his body was fit. Under that mild-mannered exterior.

I'm getting wet I need to stop those thoughts.

We are in the long poses now. We say a few things as we change.

"How's your mind holding up Sis," he whispers.

"Hard to contain."

"I thought so, tell me later."

We moved the chairs so that Leo's side of the room can see more than my back. I sit perpendicular to Ben sideways on my chair. My feet on his thigh. It is comfortable, and we have twenty minutes. Ben's bits are well out in the open for this. I remain demure. In this business, if my legs are spread to cause my curtains to part, then I cover with that small towel.

This is a big Brother pose. Him seated while the slightly annoying sister uses him as a footstool. We used to do it many times watching movies which I knew he tolerated, because little sister always had the choice. If I were lucky, he would rub my toes and feet. It was the most physical contact he would allow. It made me happy.

Sometime in year eleven Leo and I would sit the same way and he would rub my feet. It embarrassed him, but maybe because he was getting hard. He took me to the senior leavers as year elevens. We had the task of organising it for the outgoing year.

We dressed up. Fuck he scrubbed up well. It was then that I knew there was someone other than my brother I loved. But he made no move, not even a kiss. Even though we partnered most of the night.

I felt let down. I talked to my brother on the phone after, late that night. I woke him. He told me it was hard for a guy. He gave me some insights as to the conflict his mind was in. The long and short of it he was sure Leo liked me but didn't want to lose the friendship.

I would have fucked him if he had asked, against the counsel of my Brother. But he didn't even go for a kiss at the door.

The next year played out in the world of the Platonic. Study together, art classes, coffee after school, but familiar. He was almost more my brother than my brother. We were now thoroughly stuck in the friend zone.

Except I could say things to my brother I couldn't say to Leo. I almost asked him out once. It was then that I knew I had a conflict. I felt torn because I knew deep down I would be very happy if my Brother were my first. I was disappointed that he didn't wait for me to be his first. But then I know at University he had a few brief stands of sex. Never a week, more than one night. He confessed to me that year his feelings for me always got in the way. They couldn't make him happy.

Time to change again.

Same again, but this time closer. I looked at Ben. Ben looked directly ahead. He was face on to Leo. I knew he looked at Leo as he drew us. I could see something in his gaze that said Leo might be fine with things, other things. It was an artist's gaze and at this angle, the best torso to draw was his. Ben normally zones out. Looks beyond the artist. But this time I knew Ben was carefully observing the artist. Shifting his focus so as not to make Leo uncomfortable. I stop thinking and try to zone out on my Brother's face. The face of the one I love. The one who makes me cum every day. The face I know so intimately it hurts. Can another do the same? I leave the question hanging.

Our second last pose. It is another Brother pose. Me on the floor. Him seated. One we used this afternoon before we left, at the end of rehearsing the poses. When I sucked his long cock into my mouth until he was hard. Then worked him into a sweat, until he came hard. It emptied his balls so he could do this tonight. We showered before we left after we held each other in the last pose. He returned the favour then. It was our favourite precursor position to more. I would sit at his feet and look longingly until we moved into action. Big Brother, little Sister. It spoke of who we were. Him doting, me idolising. This pose was just for me. Leo did not cross either of our minds. Just us.

The last pose. Standing, we wrap ourselves in each other. It is a hug and more than a hug. Our bodies are almost identical fitting perfectly. His penis was down my thigh. Not too far in unless it looked indecent. It was only me who knew that the length of him hardened against my flesh. He grows a little but not much. What you see is what you get. Just a choice of soft or hardened. If he grew much he would be impossible to fit in. He filled me as it was.

This pose we called our one body. We were one physically and metaphysically. We could only get closer if he is in me. Which we often do. On modelling night we both are happy with the memory. It was also our celebration pose of a night well spent. The further a promise of things when we got home. Post-modelling sex was always very best. It was because we had spent three hours indulging in our thoughts and feelings without barriers but totally unexpressed. It was edging at its very best. It was Zen. Our zen. We hold this for twenty minutes and it's time. Discreetly Ben moves to the store door first. My body shields his growth from scrutiny. Artists are normally too engrossed in looking at their work to notice that we disappear.

In the store room, I held my brother's cock.

"You did well, I felt this monster tonight."

He drags a finger through my groove and slips it in.

"Fuck you are wet Sis, much wetter than normal."

I grin

"Leo?"

"Yes I say, do you mind?"

"No, I agree let's ask him over, soon."

We agreed on Friday night.

"Would you fuck him if I were there, watching?"

I cum at the idea, just a little. I use that little towel.

Let's get out there they are waiting."

This is when we get to see the calibre of the artists. Sure a few are technically better than him, some only beginners, but Leo is the only one that caught our feelings.

Watching ourselves on that journey to intimacy through the conté crayon in his hand was moving. He showed our love and our desires. I thought my brother was covered by my thigh but he caught him in this pose. I almost came again.

I wonder if he was jealous. It was clear in an early drawing that he was conflicted and he butchered our faces. But from then on, it was after he knew Ben was my brother, from then I felt he understood. His drawing said the people he had drawn were intimate right into the taboo. Leo grew up an only child and yet somehow he knew. But will he take up the offer?

In the car park, we waited for Leo to emerge. He had a grin on his face. I started off deliberately blunt.

"Leo, many times I have regretted saying no. Ben and I would like to have you at our place for dinner, maybe later this week."

"I would like that." My heart leapt, yes he will come. I want to see those drawings again to study the emotion he captured and perhaps talk about them, the three of us.

"Bring these drawings with you. I would like to see them in better circumstances."

Also Ben adds, "Bring your drawing equipment. Perhaps we can sit for you, more intimately next time." Leo's jaw dropped. He was stunned a little while at the offer. Then covered with a promise of wine.

We bid goodnight and we drove home excited with the possibilities.

We didn't say much. We just anticipated. That night as soon as we got in the house we made the wildest passionate love perhaps ever. Certainly the best post-modelling sex ever and that is saying something.

Ben came three times in me before he conceded he needed to work the next day. We slept hugging as one.

The Brother.

I arrived at their unit with some trepidation. No, a lot of trepidation, because my mind had been painting pictures all week. Images of Ben and Anne in more intimate poses. What did Ben mean more intimate? But that last hugging pose, what could be more intimate? Were they asking me to draw them having sex? Was this what this was about? If that was only it, then it was cruel. Asking me who obviously crushed on Anne to draw the intimate connection she had with her brother. To record their incest.

But then Anne told me she regretted knocking me back. Did she want me back in her life? But I knew I could not replace the oneness of that last drawing. The wildest possibility was they wanted to share me, share with me. Was this a three-way wanted? Then could I love both of them, could Ben love me? That raised so many never-tested questions.

So trepidation was present in my knock. Anne opened the door and threw her arms around me.

"You came! I so hoped you would."

I almost dropped my big drawing pad and the wine. Ben appeared and took the wine.

"I'm glad you came. It was all Anne worried about this week. Would you turn up?"

They ushered me into the open space kitchen family room.

"I'm cooking tonight," Ben said, "give you two a chance to catch up."

We sat together on the sofa.

"You don't seem to have changed much Anne. Now I'm not looking at you nude."

We all laughed, Ben could hear and was paying attention.

"Neither have you Leo except your drawing has improved. Are you still doing Tichi or whatever it is you did?"

I laughed. "TaiChi is the old people's form in the park?

I do Aikido."

"Wow impressive, are you belted?" Ben asked.

I hung my head and humbly said, "Double Dan Black. It keeps me fit."

"Shit, I had better not upset you then, seeing that you like my sister."

Anne looked at me. Actually up and down my torso.

"You must have spectacular abs?"

"Dinner is ready," Ben interrupted. Eat first, then we can talk after and if lucky get in some drawing time for Leo."

"You were serious?"

"Yes Ben, we often feel our public poses can only go so far. We both love modelling together. So why not let a great artist enjoy us and our hobby?"

"But food, if you can open the wine?"

We sit down to some tender steaks, salads and a quiche slice.

"I don't know if my body would hold up against yours Leo? You must be built, in that sleek fit way. You are not gym muscle-bound."

"I doubt I could compete with you though Ben. That's one impressive penis."

"Hey, let's not get into penis envy you two. I happen to think you are both very alright."

"Have you ever been on the other side modelling?" Ben asked?

"I did once. At college. The model didn't show. They asked if anyone wanted to volunteer. I wasn't feeling like drawing that day so I thought why the fuck not? It would be good to feel what a model feels. It would help my drawing. So I did."

"How was it?"

"Strange. For all my martial arts I thought holding poses would be easy. Fuck was I wrong." They laughed.

"Did it have any benefits?"

"Well, one of the slutty art students took me later and gave my body a work over. Good sex was a benefit I guess, but we had no connections."

Anne looked dreamily. "After modelling sex is the best.

That said we need to come clean. My brother and I are sexual partners and soulmates."

"I wondered, I couldn't perceive how you weren't."

"You aren't shocked Leo?" Ben enquired.

"Not really, I saw the love in your bodies. If an artist does not perceive what is going on under the surface he is not very good."

"Did the session make you jealous?" Anne enquired.

"Frankly yes, at first. Before I knew Ben was your brother. Then I enjoyed watching you both. I could see the unashamed love as different. I'm not sure what to think of it at one level, as I've never really gotten Anne out of my mind."

Anne reached her hand over and put it on mine.

"Sorry Leo, the truth is I haven't got you out of my mind either."

"Was Ben's the heart you cast your lot with or someone else?"

"No, it was Ben."

"Sorry buddy, but you were two weeks too late in asking."

"I guess you had home-field advantage. How did this happen, was it always there?"

"The love yes, but not the physical. Ben being my older brother was my confidant. I always asked him for advice."

"I tell you Leo, my sister was really into you. She rang me after the year eleven formal so frustrated. She said she was all ready to lose her virginity to you that night, but she didn't even get a kiss at the door. I explained it was hard for a guy to make the move. I tried to help her catch you."

"Fuck really, shit. I was so scared to break up our friendship if she didn't want me that way. I hadn't even kissed someone yet. I chickened out.

"So the next year was frustrating Anne? I know I was. I felt we moved into that friend zone. Senior study didn't help. But I'm sure Ben wasn't a rebound either."

"No, I always wanted my brother, he was my crush and first love. But I knew I shouldn't really want him like I did. But you were my first real love, on the allowed scale."

"I can confirm that Leo. I had to endure a lot of jealousy helping my sister in her love for you."

"So what turned it physical?"

"I was home from Uni having graduated in July. Anne turned eighteen, well you tell him, Anne. You initiated things."

"I turned eighteen. You said happy birthday and gave me a card. But that was it. I decided romance was not on your agenda. I also began to wonder if you might not be same sex attracted. I wanted to lose my virginity to someone I loved. I was going to Uni, I hoped. So I sort of seduced my brother. I knew he loved me more than brotherly. He was a pushover. I told him that while I loved you, I loved him as much and wanted him to have the privilege."

"Sorry buddy, but you asked two weeks too late. It took me a week to get with her program and get over my big brother protector taboo thinking. But Anne made it very sexually attractive. Anne was so upset the day she came home after you asked her. Not at herself or me. But at you. Our relationship bloomed."

"But I never got over you, Leo."

"Is that why I'm here tonight?"

"Yes."

"But I know you two love each other. That was clear in your bodies. I don't want to come between you."

"Perhaps you don't need to Leo. But my sister needs more than me. I can't believe I'm saying this, but I would give her up if it would make her happier. I was prepared to do that seven years ago."

"I don't know what to think. We haven't even kissed Anne."

"Perhaps we can now. At least try to see if anything is there."

I looked at Ben he was smiling and nodding.

"Ok, I think it might be a bit, arh forced."

Anne came around the table and sat on my lap. I got lost in her eyes. My eyes already knew the answer. But when she kissed me I was lost. It was sparking all through my body. We progressed to tongues and our passions rose. I have no idea how long we kissed but we were both breathing heavily when we pulled apart.

"I guess that answers that? Anne said excitedly.

"How did you feel Ben?"

"Fuck man that was hot. No jealousy, but very happy for my Sister."

"You need to kiss her now dude. I mean, I need to see it. The brother sister love thing. I need to know if I'm jealous."

Anne straddled her brother and it was like two gloves. I don't know if it was the Taboo or what, but I got harder if that were possible. I knew they were together almost one person. Anne was not as passionate as she was with me but just as lost in him.

"I want to be so jealous but I'm not. It was so hot, I mean more than that, so right. She needs to stay with you, Ben. I don't want to break this apart."

"You don't get it Leo, this is not what Anne is asking."

"You mean."

Anne came back onto my lap. "I'm wondering if maybe we could be together but my brother still be able to love me."

"You mean the three of us together?"

"Not necessarily, but if we formed a bond, then every now and again, would it be alright for me to show sexual love to my brother?"

"Fuck."

"Well, no decisions need to be rushed. I just want you to think outside the box on this one."

"I think we need a circuit breaker darling. Leo, are you up to drawing us again?" Ben asked.

"I want to look at those drawings, so can we do that first and then Leo you set the next pose?"

"We have a studio here with an easel in case an artist can't work from their place." Anne leads the way.

I grabbed my stuff and Ben grabbed a second bottle of wine and the glasses.

The studio had good lighting and plenty of room. Also furniture for posing on. I set up my easel and pad, while the two of them stripped.

"Sorry, we should have done this bit clothed."

"Nothing I've not seen before, but a bit more exciting after that kiss."

We pored over the past set of sketches.

"I was thinking at the time you were leading us all on a journey to intimacy. It was clear each time I reviewed them this week."

"So you looked at them a bit?.

"I always review my drawings, I need to learn from them. But I have to say I looked at these much more than normal."

"I said he was good Anne. That's exactly how we staged it. We like to bring the artists on a journey if they have no specific poses in mind."

"So Leo if you had to pose the next one?"

"Go to this last pose first."

They fitted together instantly.

"Now I'm going to do five to ten second poses. When I say rotate rotate one way. If I say freeze freeze. I will start where I was before. Don't worry about where your penis is Ben just let it do whatever it wants to do."

"Drawing now." I counted in my head, "rotate, freeze, rotate, freeze. I draw until I have a range of vertical

lines of their bodies as would be captured by a strobe on one sheet of paper.

"Okay next," I take a new sheet, "thirty seconds each. Anne your big brother is coming off a plane and you haven't seen him for a year. How do you greet him?"

She threw her arms around his neck and lifted her body until she had wrapped her legs around him.

"Freeze."

Thirty seconds later. "Swing her from her momentum. Freeze." We progressed around in a circle.

"Okay, now you kiss him. He's your brother but you have not crossed that line, yet this is a bit more than a sibling kiss."

Their arms change as she moves to kiss him and one foot hits he ground.

"Freeze."

Ben's penis has hardened a bit and is rubbing on her mons as she slips.

I draw.

"You can feel that Anne?"

"Fuck yes."

"You pull your brother into you. And kiss him again."

Her hands go to his butt and his to her waist.

"Freeze."

"Grind on him, look shocked Ben."

She does and Ben pulls his upper body back halfway trying to break the pressure upon his cock.

I say "Freeze."

"Ok, break a minute."

"You are at home. Your brother is in a chair watching TV. There are spare chairs, but you want to sit on his lap.

They move to position.

I do a quick sketch.

"He is hard against your butt. Feel it. Ben, you put a hand around her waist and one hand to hold a breast.

"Freeze."

I watch his penis grow between her legs. I drew a five-minute sketch.

I come over to them.

" Stay frozen Ben, but splay your legs, Anne, so his cock runs along your channel."

I draw again.

"Stay there. Ben, I hope it's okay but I want to adjust you a bit."

He nods. I take his cock in my fingers and bring it upward, Anne slipped a bit knowing what I'm going for. His glans is now at her clit.

"Fuck." He groans.

I get hard, I touched another cock. I've never done that before. My fingers part her lips and I push him half in so his and her juices coat their junction.

I go back to drawing.

"I'm going to cum Leo. Shit," Anne says.

"Hold it, not yet."

I am doing some close-up details on the side of the sheet.

"Ok, you can cum."

She does as her hand flys down to hold him and give pleasure her body spasms and I shout "freeze!"

They do.

I draw furiously trying to capture the moments. Anne is still cumming.

"Sorry Leo." Ben blasts semen into Ann's hand and clit.

"Relax."

"Shit that has never happened."

"You're the only one still holding on Leo," Anne says "How are you going?"

"He is the only one still clothed, strip for my sister?" Ben suggests.

"I'll keep drawing but ok,"

"Good, I want to see that body."

I put down my chalk and slowly take off my clothes. I am hard. Rock hard.

I know now Ben is longer. He is still full mast.

Anne looks at my abs and torso. Then my penis is revealed.

"You have a very thick cock. I know I will feel that stretch me."

I clearly understand that is where I'll end up.

Ben holds his sister on his lap he grips her thighs and lifts her body to me, open.

"Leo, do us both a favour and please fuck Anne, while I hold her as a gift to you."

"Yes please Leo, take me."

I step between her legs and rub my penis through the sperm Ben left there. His head is still there, where I need to be. Anne pushes him down and moves me to her gaping sex.

"Push Leo." I push I feel Ben's penis move down on mine toward my balls as I part Anne and enter her. She kisses me and I thrust home. I feel her brother move his hands to my hips to pull me in and we sandwich Anne in an act of sharing.

This is too much I start thrusting hard and fast. Anne's hands run up my torso, but I feel four hands exploring me. Anne turns to kiss her brother then back to me. My hands find her breasts.

"I'm going to cum. Shit."

"Come in my Sister Leo."

He puts a hand between us and works her clit and my shaft as I move in and out until Anne and I shout in mutual orgasm.

"Fuck..."

"Come to the bed," and they lead me, our juices dripping all the way. We collapse together, feeling, kissing.

"Ben, I want to see you fuck your Sister."

I tuck my head against her shoulder and Ben who is still hard moves in missionary between her legs. Anne drapes the leg near mine over it and I watch in awe as Ben pushes in.

"Fuck," Ben whispers. "I can feel you cum bro all around my head. I guess I'm getting my first sloppy seconds."

He leans into me and kisses me.

Fuck I felt sparks, I hardened the fuck up. Anne has her hand around my cock and she felt it.

"Sorry, Leo I didn't mean to do that."

"Then do it again like you mean it."

Ben is now thrusting hard into Anne and his tongue playing with mine, Anne joins the kiss and they both cum again.

Anne jacks me off and I cum over Ben's butt. We collapse together. Ben rolls to the side and sleep overtakes us. It is nearly two am by the bedside clock.

I woke up an hour later needing to empty my bladder. Anne is aware that I move and follows after me. She leads me to the toilet and waits for me to finish.

"Are you okay Leo? That was intense and I promised unplanned."

I hold her and look in her eyes. I know she is telling the truth.

"Shall we shower together Leo, I want you to myself this time."

She drags my sticky body with her into the shower and soon we are kissing under its warm spray.

I looked at her. "I think this will work. It has too, because I love you."

"I know and you are ok with Ben?

"Fuck you have no idea. I must be Bi because fuck he turned me on. "

"Don't make me too jealous Leo."

She takes my hard penis and pulls me to her.

"Take me here." I pull her body up so it is the same position they were in earlier and I take her against the shower wall tiles. We fuck with passion and lust. All the time sharing tongues in a long-lasting kiss until we both cum hard.

We rinse and dry and move back to the bed to sleep with Ben.

"He sleeps like a log when he is out." She giggles. "I love you, Leonardo. Thanks for enabling me to keep loving my Brother."

"I love you so much. Teach me how to care and love your brother as deeply."

When we wake it is to a brand new life.

...

I don't intend to write a sequel to this one. Let your minds write the story from here, one of your choosing. Your liking.