Brad Harris - The brother lover

She stepped to the window and looked down beyond the pool. He was not about the patio, nor could she see him working in the garden. Beyond the trees she could see the old guest house where he had a small apartment. The building had been converted to a garage with the upper portion made into living quarters. Angie had learned that Joe was an artist who had taken the job on the estate because it gave him plenty of free time for his painting. If he was not visible about the grounds, then he must be busy in his little studio.

Angie fluffed her hair as she came to the door to the carriage house. She straightened herself and arched her back as she knocked. She waited, then tapped again more loudly.

"I said come in!" a voice shouted from inside.

"Well I didn't hear you," she answered as she opened the door and stuck her head coyly into the house. She saw only a flight of steps. Damn, the girl thought as she closed the door. All her posing outside was a waste of time.

"I'm up here," Joe's voice came from the head of the steps. "I'm sorry, but I'm at a point where I can't take a break."

She slipped up the steps and stepped into a large room which was filled with easels, paints, canvases, and completed paintings. Joe's back was to her as he concentrated on the large nude which sat on an easel before him, Angie gasped in sudden shock. Laura smiled brilliantly from the canvas. Laura's tits jutted out from the painting. Laura's hairs glowed about her pussy as Joe's brush worked quietly around it. The blonde girl stood in awe of the ability of Joe. She was even more awed by the nude beauty of her stepmother. She had never seen such beautiful tits in her life. They were about the same size as her own. This she already knew. What she discovered from the canvas, though, was the luscious shape of Laura's nipples. They weren't small and tight like hers. They were large and soft and inviting. They were the prettiest nipples she had ever seen.

Angie waited in silence for Joe to finish the delicate strokes of his brush which gave fire to the individual hairs about Laura's cunt. Her eyes glanced over the room and took note of the other paintings. Mostly they were abstracts. When the handyman did paint more realistically, he seemed always to do it with a nude. There were half a dozen other naked women scattered about in various poses. Angie felt a spark of jealousy when she looked at the fabulous tits of the maid. How many times had Carmen posed for him? How did they relax after each sitting?

"What the hell are you doing here?"

Joe had finished his detail work. He turned and glared at the young blonde. His mouth tightened in a disgusted line. He looked at her sternly. Angie smiled as though he had given her a warm greeting.

"Everybody left me," she answered, "and I got lonely."

"So you decided to come over and distract me, did you?" Joe grumbled at her.

"Don't let me disturb you," she pleaded. "I'll just sit here and watch you. I promise to be as quiet as a kitten."

She puckered her lips and twisted her body to display her tits. She held her thighs tightly together and tiptoed over to a chair. Then she smiled shyly.

"See," she remarked, "I can be as quiet as a mouse. You'll never know that I'm here."

"I'll bet," he snorted. "I doubt that you could sit still for thirty seconds if your life depended on it."

He stared at her with anger in his eyes. He stared deeply into her, then let his eyes drop to roam over her body. Angie could feel her body warm under his slow, careful scrutiny. When he looked back and met her eyes, his expression had softened. He smiled suddenly at her. A twinkle had come into his face.

"You want to pose for me?" he asked her.

The girl stared at him, not comprehending for a moment. She glanced about at the tits and cunts and asses which glistened from the canvases about her. She looked back at the artist, eyes wide in excitement at the possibility.

"You mean like these?" she asked, indicating the nude paintings about them.

"Strip!" he ordered her and reached for a sketch pad.

Angie stood and waited for him to give her further direction. She waited in vain. He sat studying her as though she were merely part of the landscape he was about to paint. The girl suddenly felt very ill at ease. She was not going to be so exciting to him as she had planned. Her tits could not match those of Carmen. Her tits did not have such beautiful nipples as those of Laura. Damn!

"Well?" he asked her. "You suddenly turning chicken on me? You been prancing those tits and that ass of yours all over the estate and now you're suddenly modest?"

Angie glared back at him. Damn him and his taunts! The little blonde whipped off her halter and thrust her tits towards him. He looked at them and nodded his approval. Then he waited for the remainder of her body to be revealed. She slid the tight shorts off her ass and down her thighs. Joe's charcoal pencil was moving rapidly about his pad. He tore a sheet of paper from the pad and tossed it onto a table and began to sketch quickly on the next sheet.

"Come on," Joe urged. "Give me a look at your pussy."

Angie opened her mouth to answer. Instead she shrugged her shoulders and slipped the scant wisps of nylon down her hips and thighs. She stepped free of shorts and panties and held her arms out from her body in an indication that she was all his. Joe continued to sketch rapidly, tearing out pages and beginning fresh sheets. His eyes concentrated on her body, bringing stinging sensations to the girl as they roved about her young curves.

"You going to throw those sketches away?" she asked about the growing stack of paper on his table.

"Hell no!" he laughed. "I'm just getting a large number of working sketches of you. Now I want to do some work in pastels to catch the skin tones."

He got up and came to her. Electric sparks shot through her body as he touched her. He took her by the shoulders and turned her about, carefully observing every line of her lithe form. Then he took her to a large throw rug beneath a window. He placed her on the rug and stood back to study the play of light on her skin. He came back to her and posed her body. Angie felt the renewed thrills of his touch as he turned her body, his hands on her tits. He suddenly softened from his professional manner and smiled warmly at her.

"Feel more relaxed?" he asked. "It's always a little frightening to pose nude. You wonder if your body looks as good as the others."

His glance included the other nude paintings about the room. Joe patted her rump affectionately, then cuddled an excited tit.

"Don't worry," he assured her. "You've got a hell of a body. I knew that the minute I saw you out in the garden."

The teen-ager smiled up at him and nestled her tit into his hand. Her heart beat increased at the way he clipped her boob. She moistened her lips which were suddenly dry and parched. She swallowed quickly to cool an arid throat.

"I was afraid you didn't like it," she gulped. "Because I didn't stand there and pant over you?" he laughed. "Sure you've got a good body, a great body. It's worth putting on canvas. Whether it's worth panting over is something else. I look at full tits and round asses all day. They don't excite me that much. I'm much more interested in whether a girl knows what to do with them."

"I know what I want to do with them," Angie whispered in a broken voice. "I want to roll my tits all over your face. I want to feel your lips and hands and tongue on them. I know what I want to do with my pussy. I want to rub it all over your cock. I want to slip it over your cock and suck the hell out of a steaming prick."

She watched his expression. She had spoken more honestly than she ever had before. She had told him clearly why she came over to the carriage house. She hoped he would understand she came to be fucked. She did not come just to tease him. She reached for a hand and pressed it into her crotch. Let him feel the way her cunt was panting for him. She pushed her tit against the caressing hand. Let him feel the way it throbbed. She was no prick-tease! If that was what worried him, then let him forget his cares and get that big cock out of his pants.