“No. I guess you couldn’t.”
****
Our attempts at controlling ourselves never had much hope of success. Perhaps if I’d left early, like right after waking up, we would have been fine. At least until I visited again. But in close proximity, with our boundaries stretched past the breaking point, with our constant teasing of one another… yeah, it was never going to work.
We made token attempts at getting properly dressed. Those didn’t work out. I’d either follow Kylie into her room, or vice versa, and clothes would come off instead of going on, or one of us would start feeling up the other, or we’d just fall onto the bed and make out for a while.
I was getting hornier all the time and couldn’t do anything about it. Kylie wouldn’t even leave me alone long enough for me to jerk off in the bathroom.
My only consolation was that she wasn’t in much better shape than I was. I didn’t say anything lest she decided she needed to change, but my occasional sneaky feels confirmed that her panties were soaked.
Somehow, I ended up naked. Kylie wasn’t too far behind, but had resolutely clung to her pussy-messed panties. Every other part of her was bare and uncovered, which kept me sufficiently occupied that I didn’t hold her down and finish stripping her.
“You should let me paint you,” Kylie said.
Her thigh was rubbing pretty insistently on my cock at the time, which made it difficult to deny any request she might have made. I didn’t want to let her go, but I also didn’t want to tell her no.
“What, right now?” I asked.
“Yeah.” She bit her lip. “I mean, honestly, if we don’t do something…”
I knew what she meant. She was very nearly naked, and I was entirely so. We kept getting closer and closer.
I wanted to fuck her so badly. It was a crazy thought, an insane need, but it was unquestionably true. She was so beautiful, and soft, and warm. The feel of her on my skin, her lips on mine, the way she squirmed in barely restrained lust…
She was still my sister, but I had no idea how long that would last if we didn’t do something.
“Ok,” I said. “Paint me.”
It was a respite of sorts, if not what I’d hoped for. Kylie got something to focus on other than wanting to crawl back into bed with me. I didn’t.
I was made to stand naked by the wall of large windows, in the best lighting. I felt a bit silly at first, being naked and erect while also the subject of an artistic endeavour. The way Kylie’s gaze changed to consider me as an object rather than her brother whom she desperately wanted to bone was slightly unnerving.
I alternated being weirded out by the situation, and being turned on. There was a certain eroticism to being nude and dispassionately examined. Plus, of course, I was still free to watch Kylie’s lithe, nearly-naked body while she worked.
Rather unfairly, I thought, was that even when I managed to chill out, stop thinking about sex for a minute, and let my erection start to droop, Kylie would frown. She’d put down her brush, walk over to me, and stroke my cock a bit until it livened back up. Just not fair.