“I think I really like sex,” Kylie said as she drew lazy circles around my nipples with her finger.
“Was there some doubt about that?”
“No. Not really. Just good to know for sure, is all.”
“Fair enough.”
We cuddled a while longer before Kylie got restless. She grew increasingly fidgety, then finally hopped out of bed.
“I’ma go paint for a bit,” she said.
“Yeah. I figured.”
“I think I’ll work on something new. But maybe later you’ll come pose for me again? I wanna finish up our painting at some point.”
“Our painting?”
“You know, the one with-”
“I know which one you mean. Just… calling it our painting, is all.”
Kylie flushed slightly. “Well, I mean, it is. It’s us.”
“Uh huh. But you meant it’s, like, ours.”
“So?”
“So… nothing I guess. It’s just interesting.”
Kylie stared at me, chewed on her lip for a moment, then left.
I lay where I was, just thinking. The painting meant something to Kylie, I was sure of it. It was possible it was nothing more than just her expressing her interest in me via her art. That was almost fine, though I still didn’t like the idea of such blatant evidence of our sexual union hanging around to be spotted.
There was a chance it was something deeper. That might be ok too. It was hard to say.
Who was I kidding? I had accepted where Kylie and I were going, where we’d already been. I loved her. She loved me. We were going to do more sexy sibling things. That was just what it was. And if she wanted to paint sexy pictures of us, then what the hell was I worrying about it for? Painting was what she did. Of course she’d do a portrait of the two of us. I was important to her. It was a good thing.
I padded naked through Kylie’s apartment and peeked into her studio area. She was just as naked, and as usual totally oblivious to being snuck up on from behind. It was tough not to get stuck staring at her nude form as her arm swung gracefully this way and that.
‘Our’ painting had been set aside for the moment. I took the time to study it, despite its incomplete nature. Looking at it with fresh eyes, the way my sister might, without letting my worries affect me, I saw it differently. It wasn’t a fatal mistake waiting to happen, or an expression of feelings too deep for me to understand. It was just us. Me and Kylie; naked, together, and in love.
She had painted what I felt when I looked at her. That was what it was. Though, presumably, it was actually what she felt for me instead of vice versa. Either way, I needed to leave well enough alone. Let her work. Let her be happy.
I tiptoed away to clean up and put some clothes on. I could go for a walk or something, give Kylie some peace. Chances were she wouldn’t even know I was gone.
****
The plan for me spending nights with Kylie when I had days off had been an arbitrary suggestion at the time, but actually seemed to work fairly well. It took some restraint from both of us, since we often found ourselves craving more. Sometimes we simply gave in to our desires and hooked up when we weren’t supposed to, but we tried our best.