I only lasted so long before I got too fidgety. I padded over to Kylie, who frantically tried to keep me away from her painting.
“Nooo,” she said. “It’s not ready yet.”
“I know that,” I said. “But I can’t handle just standing there forever.”
Kylie couldn’t physically hold me back, though I rather enjoyed her attempts. They involved an awful lot of her body pressing against mine.
The painting itself was not what I expected. Certainly my nude and erect form was pretty much what I’d pictured, but I somehow hadn’t realized that Kylie had added it to the nude of herself that she’d been playing around with. The pose she’d put us in was not sexual, necessarily, but was awfully close and sensual for naked siblings. Plus, she’d insisted on leaving my hard cock in, which didn’t help sell any kind of platonic scenario.
“Good lord,” I said.
“It’s not finished,” Kylie repeated in a half-whine.
“I’m not talking about that. Ky, we’re practically snuggling in the painting. Naked. Together.”
“I know. That’s what I want.”
“But… but… if someone sees…”
“Who’s gonna see? I already wasn’t gonna show anyone but you. Nothing’s changed.”
I sighed. “And you had to leave my cock in like that?”
She smiled impishly. “I like it.”
“Of course you do.”
Kylie reached down and lightly trailed her fingertips along the top of my shaft. “I know it makes the painting a little porn-y. But… it’s for me. It’s what I want.”
“You want my dick?”
She flushed in mild embarrassment, which had been my intent. “I didn’t mean it like… like that.”
“Or did you?” I tilted her head back to face me, but in the process noted that she had some splatters of paint on her, and she’d made a bit of a mess on my chest when she’d been trying to push me away. “Hey! You messy girl.”
“Not my fault. You wouldn’t stay where you were s’posed to.”
I arched an eyebrow, and instead of arguing simply dipped my fingers in some paint and flicked them at her. She stared with an open mouth in mock-horror, then retaliated in kind.
Our ensuing paint fight was ridiculously childish, all things considered, and quite messy too. It graduated quickly from flicking paint, to smearing it, and from there it was a short journey to basically just feeling each other up, paint forgotten.
Kylie wrapped her arms around my neck and kissed me deeply. Her breasts were soft and a bit slippery from the paint. I grabbed her ass and lower back, holding her tight. My cock was pinned between us, harder and needier than ever.
I couldn’t stop myself this time. Not anymore. I just couldn’t.
“I’m going to take you to bed,” I told Kylie.
“Ok,” she said in a faint voice.
“Like, for real.”
“I know.” She nuzzled my neck. “Take me.”
She couldn’t have melted any closer to me. She would have done anything I asked in that moment, I was quite sure. I, likewise, would have obeyed any directive she gave. It just happened to be me who took charge first.
It was a long, slow process to get back to her bedroom. We wouldn’t let go of each other or stop kissing long enough to just walk like functional adults. We tripped over several paintings on the way, and probably ruined a couple in the process. Neither of us was watching where we were going basically at all.