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Little Sister's Sculpture Project
by Beating Off Bob (beatingoffbob@yahoo.com)
***
Lori's brother ruins her art project so she demands he
model for its replacement. What she ends up with is
useful as well as beautiful, but it's still not as good
as the real thing. (MF-teens, inc, 1st, size, mast,
oral, preg)
***
Lori scraped one last sliver of clay away from her art
project. It was finished. She looked at it critically.
It was a recreation of the statue "The Thinker" that
she had done from photographs of the famous piece. It
had taken her six months. But it looked good. She was
sure anyone would recognize it. The muscles in the
naked man's body had been much harder to form than she
had thought they would be. But now it was done. She'd
turn it in tomorrow. Ms Haskins would fire it in the
big kiln in the school and she'd get an 'A' for sure.
She was really quite proud of her work. She set the
statue carefully on the shelf behind the door, where no
one would see it and be tempted to bother it. Then she
went over to her vanity and sat down to begin the
hundred strokes she gave her long blond hair every
single night.
She looked at herself in the mirror just as critically
as she had examined her art work. She saw a nice
looking girl of sixteen, with a modest bosom under the
oversized T shirt she usually wore to bed each night.
She frowned at her nose. She'd always thought it was
slightly bent. She leaned forward and peered more
closely at it.
It was then that her brother Rod came barging into her
room. He slammed open the door, yelling "Hey squirt!
Have you seen my Algebra book?"
The door swung back against the wall forcefully. It hit
the shelf. "The Thinker" teetered... and fell. Both
occupants in the room turned at the sound of it hitting
the floor and shattering into a thousand pieces.
"Oh... sorry." Rod said and started to ask his question
again. Then he stopped. The look on his little sister's
face was that of cold blooded murder, about to happen.
Her mouth was open and she was taking in a breath that
he thought would be used to scream loud enough to wake
the dead. He looked back at the brown pieces of clay
scattered across the carpet. "What was that?" he said.
It has to be said here that Rod was a man's man. He was
tall, thick in the neck, broad shouldered, and powerful
in all ways. Four years of football and wrestling had
done that for him. He was afraid of no man in a face to
face confrontation. He'd been in two fights during his
High School years, and had won both within seconds. He
was a tough guy.
But right now he was backing away from his 5' 6"
sister. Her face was beet red, her hands were in fists
and she was STALKING toward him like she was going to
eat him for a snack. "THAT!" she growled "WAS MY ART
PROJECT. I SPENT SIX MONTHS ON IT, IT'S DUE TOMORROW,
AND YOU JUST RUINED IT BY BARGING IN HERE, YOU PRICK!"
Rod put his hands up between them, palms facing his
sister. "Calm down Lori. I said I was sorry. Hey, no
problem, I'll just give you one of my old ones. You can
turn that in. It's cool."
Lori thought for about a tenth of a second about that.
Her brother's art projects were usually made of
popsickle sticks or something like that. "I CAN'T use
one of YOUR stupid projects, you PRICK! It has to be
something from human ANATOMY and that's something YOU
wouldn't even know how TO SPELL. YOU'RE A PRICK! A
STUPID BIG MALE PENIS WITH NO BRAIN." She started to
cry.
Being called names by his sister didn't really bother
Rod. Her crying because of him did. He tried to take
her in his arms and hug her, but Lori was having none
of it. She pushed him away, batting at his arms and
hands. Then she suddenly stopped. She stared straight
at his chest, her mouth open. "THAT'S IT!" she
squealed. "You ARE a prick. I mean you HAVE one."
She looked upward, into his eyes. "Take your pants
off." she ordered.
Rod was confused. Most men would have been, had their
sister been ranting at them one minute and telling them
to take their pants off the next. "What?" he asked.
"I said TAKE YOUR PANTS OFF YOU PRICK." Then she
giggled.
Rod just stood there. "Lori, what's wrong?" He was
trying to understand. But his sister was acting crazy.
"Look. You ruined my project, right?" she said in a
tone most people would use on a five year old.
"Uh huh" he nodded.
"And I have to have a project to turn in tomorrow,
right?" she smiled, nodding.
"Uh huh" he nodded again.
"And the project I'm going to turn in is going to be a
sculpture of YOUR prick. I mean penis." she blushed.
She hadn't quite thought this out when she'd first
thought about it. When she'd yelled "prick" at him all
those times, she had a sudden mental picture of an
erection. Who better to model for her than the idiot
who had ruined her project in the first place.
She explained it to him.
"But Lori, I'm your brother." he said in response.
"So?" she said, hands on hips.
"So, if I take my pants off you'll see my prick." he
said in his most reasonable voice.
"Of COURSE I'LL SEE YOUR PRICK!" she yelled. "THAT'S
THE WHOLE POINT YOU IDIOT."
"But..." he stepped back as she took a threatening step
forward. "OK, OK, don't get your panties in a wad." he
had his hands up again. Then they dropped to his gym
shorts and he slid them down to his knees. He let them
drop and stepped out of them. He shuffled his feet,
embarrassed to be standing completely naked in front of
his little sister. It was a good thing mom and dad were
off visiting Uncle Bob and Aunt Vicky. They'd never
understand this.
Lori was staring at her brother. She'd seen him naked
before, of course. But not like this. Now she was
actually LOOKING at him, examining him critically, with
the eye of an artist. She suddenly realized he was a
good looking guy! Her eye followed the curve of his
muscles as they rippled across his chest, along his
arms. Her eyes dropped to his groin.
Wow. His penis hung down a good six inches. It had a
pointy tip and she was glad he was circumcised, since
she thought it would be hard to sculpt that with a hood
on it. It didn't look very impressive though. Not like
the one in her imagination had looked, anyway. Looking
at it, trying to imagine making something like that in
clay, she began to have second thoughts. It would be
too hard.
Hmmmm... hard. "THAT'S IT" she yelled. She startled
Rod, who had been trying to figure out just what she
was doing, staring at him all over like that, and then
at his cock for so long. He watched as she went to the
shelf and got down a plastic bag that had a lump of
brown clay sealed inside. She reached in, pulled it out
and threw it down on her work table. She sat down,
began kneading the clay and looked up at her brother.
"OK, come over here." she ordered. He did and stood
about three feet from her. "OK" she said again.
And then, like it was the most normal thing in the
world to say, she said. "Now... make it hard."
Again Rod couldn't comprehend what she was saying. It
wasn't that he was stupid, he just wasn't on her plane
of thinking right then. "What are you talking about?"
he said.
"I can't sculpt... THAT" she pointed at his limp penis
with one long fingernail. "It needs to be hard...
erect. Then I can make one that looks like it." It
sounded so reasonable when she explained it.
"I can't just make it hard" he said. Right then he was
afraid it might never get hard again. "It doesn't work
that way."
Lori threw him a scathing glance. "OK, if you felt like
beating off, and you wanted to get it hard so you could
do that, what would you do?"
Rod got really red in the face. "Come ON, Lori. Sisters
just DON'T talk to their brothers about this kind of
stuff."
"Of course they do" she said in a frustrated voice.
"We're talking about it."
"Yeah, but..." Rod didn't know what to say. Lori took
matters into her own hands. She had an idea. She hoped
it would work, because if it didn't, she'd feel bad
about things for a long, long time. She stood up and
whipped off her nightshirt. Now she stood, clad only in
pale blue bikini panties, facing her brother. She tried
to stick her chest out, but felt so foolish doing so
that she immediately straightened her posture. She
glanced down at his cock and smiled. It was working.
She heaved a sigh of relief. If he hadn't responded to
her nudity, she'd have felt ugly for years.
Rod was thunderstruck. He had tried to sneak peeks at
Lori for years now, she being the most available nearly
naked girl in his life. And now, here she was, only a
few feet away. His eyes hungrily roamed over her soft
round breasts, with their strawberry nipples. He licked
his lips. Then, unconsciously, he reached for his cock
and stroked it. It hardened even more.
"Oh goody," smiled Lori. "Now we can get to work."
Rod scowled. He'd been had. But, she was almost naked,
after all, so things weren't all bad. "OK, but you have
to stay the way you are," he said.
His sister looked at him and arched an eyebrow. Then
she began molding the clay, making it longer, like a
big hot dog. She squeezed and pushed and molded and
pretty soon it actually began to start looking a little
like a penis. Rod stared at it. Now it looked like his
sister was playing around with a penis. That made him
even harder.
She kept glancing at his cock and then back at the one
in her hands. But she was all bent over and he couldn't
see her boobs any more. Then she made him take his hand
away from his cock, so she could see it better. Pretty
soon he started getting bored and his cock began to
flag right along with his attention span.
Lori noticed. "Rod!" she said "It's wilting. Do
something."
He looked at her. "I can't. You made me quit playing
with it. It doesn't stay hard forever, you know."
She looked startled. "No. I don't know. In fact, I
never even saw one of those before tonight. Not a real
one anyway. OK, what do we need to do?"
Rod's brain finally kicked in, zeroing in on her use of
the word "we". He decided to try his luck. "Well, it
stays hard a lot longer if a girl touches it or maybe
puts it... in her mouth or something."
Two things happened to Lori in that instant. The first
was that she was outraged at the idea that her brother
was suggesting that she touch him or even worse! But
the second was a flood of very peculiar and nice
feelings that stirred in her loins and zipped up to her
bare nipples. She started to yell at her brother, but
stopped. She had to get this project ready. It was the
majority of her grade and she needed that `A`. She
looked at her brother and saw the puppy dog hope in his
eyes. It almost made her laugh. He was such a goofball.
"Come here" she said.
Rod walked over to his sister, his half-hard cock
leading the way. He stood, his cock at her eye level,
with his hands on his hips. Lori peered at his penis.
It looked different close up. She could see a lot more
bumps and ridges and veins on it. She didn't think
they'd be too hard to duplicate. She reached out to
move it around, so she could see how it attached to the
balls.
To her surprise it got harder almost instantly. Now she
could see that the tip was actually sort of arrowhead
shaped. It flared backwards and then the diameter
shrank quite a bit. It looked like if you shoved it
into a tight place, it might get stuck. She realized
exactly what the "tight place" was that she was
thinking about and flushed red. Her panties suddenly
felt tight and confining.
And wet.
In an effort to lighten things up a little, Lori began
talking to her brother's cock. "Well, now, aren't you a
handsome fellow" she said, again moving it this way and
that, so she could see all the details. Now it was so
hard that it stood out from his bush at a 45 degree
angle all by itself.
She held her model up beside it and began to make the
clay look like the flesh. When she saw his penis begin
to fall from it's 45 degree angle, she reached out,
wrapped her hand around it, squeezed and then slid her
hand up and then back down the hard length. She'd heard
girls talk about doing that. Rod hissed. His cock
resumed its position of attention.
"Good boy" she said to her model.
She had to play with it two more times before she was
ready to take a break. She had been talking to it
nonstop for a while, commenting on how strong and
handsome "he" looked, and about how proud she was of
"him" to stand at attention for so long for her. "He"
had started leaking milky drops of stuff when she
played with "him" and these had also made her panties
get wetter and wetter.
When she lay her model down on the table she made her
decision. It had performed well for her, and it
deserved a reward. She leaned over and kissed the tip,
rubbing her loose lips all over the slippery wet head.
Rod groaned and swayed backwards, his arms lifting to
compensate.
Lori pulled her lips away and looked up at her panting
brother. "If it... if it... went off? ... would you be
able to make it hard again? So I could finish?"
Rod heard her words and almost came at the thought that
she might let him get some relief. She'd been killing
him for fifteen minutes now.
"Yes!" he barked and his hand shot to his cock to jerk
it off. He was stunned when Lori batted his hand away
from his aching cock and took it in her own. She
stroked it gently, several times, and then leaned in to
tease the tip with her lips and teeth again. She gave
the tip a big wet kiss and looked up at her brother
again. "I don't know what that stuff is, but it tastes
yummy."
Then she opened her mouth and took the whole head in.
She had time to roll her tongue all around the smooth
soft/hard glans and then suck experimentally, when her
mouth was filled with a slightly salty stronger version
of what she'd been tasting before.
Rod groaned again, louder this time and said "Oh shit
Oh shit Oh shit!"
His hips jerked, thrusting his spurting boner deeper
into her mouth and she unconsciously jacked him a
couple of times while her sucking mouth stayed clamped
on. She swallowed reflexively and decided that this was
no chore at all. She could get used to doing this! She
was going to have to put her hand in her panties pretty
soon, though. She itched BAD down there.
To heck with it. She slipped her hand inside her
panties, slipped a finger into her pussy and began to
rub her clit furiously. Before he had finished
depositing his gift in her mouth, she was thrilling
into a nice quiet orgasm. She decided that having
something in her mouth like this made it even easier to
get off.
Finally Lori pulled off of his shrinking cock, smacked
her lips, jerked her hand out of her panties, and sat
back. Rod staggered backwards until he came to a wall
and then slid down it slowly, gasping for air.
"Wow Lori" he gazed at her adoringly. "That was too
cool."
She just smiled at him. "Why thank you big brother. I
had a pretty good time too."
They got a snack, walking around mostly naked, and then
went back to her room so she could finish her project.
Rod automatically started playing with his dick. It got
thicker and longer, but not hard like before. Lori
tried, and things improved a little, but still no
really rampant boner. Rod looked at her helplessly. "It
still feels pretty satisfied, I guess." he said.
So Lori got more clay and made two lumps that she
fashioned into balls. They were difficult too, because
she had to make the smooth clay look wrinkled. When she
was satisfied with them, he still wasn't completely
hard again though.
Then Lori had yet another idea. She stood up, bent
over, and peeled her sticky panties down her legs,
stepping out of them daintily. She sat back down facing
her brother, and slowly let her knees swing apart to
the sides. She was feeling horny again, so she slid one
finger down over her sparse blond curls and used it to
split her pussy lips, which were all stuck together.
Her pussy gaped open, looking right at her brother's
wide eyes.
His prick jumped to it's maximum hardness. Lori just
smiled. "I won't need all that long now." she said.
"I'm almost done. I just need to finalize the details."
Now she compared her model to the real thing and made
tiny adjustments, scraping here, pushing there, using
tools now and not just her hands. She used a paper clip
to make the piss slit and the hole. Rod winced as she
did that, but she didn't notice.
Being this close to his cock again was making her even
more horny. She could feel her juices running down the
cheeks of her butt. Finally she was satisfied with the
penis. Then she picked up the testicles she had
finished a while before, and attached the two pieces.
She held them up next to her brother's and was
ecstatic. It was amazing how real the model looked. It
didn't have hair, but you couldn't have everything. Now
she really looked at her model closely. Could she
actually turn this in? Ms Haskins would either give her
an `A` or demand she be suspended, one or the other.
"OK. All done. You can go to your room and take care of
our friend there."
Rod's face fell. "You mean you're not going to... .?"
He actually pouted!
Lori laughed. "Don't get greedy you big... PRICK!" she
burst into gales of laughter.
Rod frowned, but couldn't keep it up. He laughed too.
"Really, Lori. Thanks. I mean I never thought... well,
you know. Thanks." He backed away.
He wasn't out of the door ten seconds before Lori had
two fingers pounding away in her pussy, her face inches
from the facsimile of her brother's erection. She came
hard and long, this time.
The next day Lori took her project into school in a
shoe box. She had brought the pieces of the broken
sculpture in a sack, in case Ms Haskins wanted to see
them. She went up to Ms Haskins nervously. "Ms
Haskins?"
Rachel Haskins, the 25 year old first year Art teacher
turned her brunet head toward one of her favorite
students. She was proud of Lori for working so hard in
the class this year. Lori had made all the
"unpleasantness" of teaching worth while.
"Yes Lori?" she said.
Lori was pink faced. "Um... I know I said I was going
to sculpt 'The Thinker', but my brother knocked it off
the shelf last night and broke it."
Rachel's joy dimmed. Was this just another student
trying to pawn off something quick and dirty to get a
grade? What a lame excuse.
Lori held out the sack, opened it and poured out the
broken man. Rachel could see that it really had been a
representation of the famous statue. She couldn't let
Lori get over on the system, however. "Lori, it's too
bad about your project, but rules are rules. I'm afraid
I won't be able to give you full credit for this." She
looked at the pile of broken clay.
"Oh!" yelped Lori. "I HAVE a project. I mean I did
something else. After it got broken I mean. But... it's
sort of... private." She clutched the box to her chest.
Rachel felt better. Lori had lived up to her
impression. "Well, that's OK, I guess. What is it?"
Lori fearfully extended the box in both hands. "Please
don't be mad Ms Haskins. It was the only thing I could
think of doing that I could get done in one night."
Rachel was intrigued. She carefully lifted one end of
the box top, irrationally worried that something might
jump out at her. She got a glimpse of the object
inside. Her jaw dropped. She lifted the lid completely
and examined Lori's project. She felt her pussy dampen
and her nipples tingled. It was exquisite. It was a
life-size sculpture of an erect penis. It had been done
with loving care. Rachel frowned. It was almost too
good.
She began to have doubts again. Could Lori be trying to
pawn off a professionally produced piece as her own
work? Rachel reached in and turned the penis over. Now
she saw the flaws in the work. The ball sack wasn't as
good as the penis itself. It had been done more
hurriedly, with less detail. Much less time had been
spent on it, though it too looked quite lifelike.
"There's a lot of sperm in that ball sack," thought
Rachel Haskins to herself. Again her pussy spritzed.
She went back to the penis. She tried to control her
animal desires. It was too big to be life-size. It had
to be nine inches long from the amazingly detailed tip
to the base. But that was about the only thing she
could see that made it anything less than a true work
of art.
"It's beautiful," she admitted to Lori, who grinned
ecstatically. "It's a little out of scale, though."
"I don't understand," said Lori, her face falling.
"It's a little too big to be life-sized. That's what
you were trying for, right?"
"But..." Lori said innocently "It's exactly the same as
my model. I held them side by side!" She realized what
she had just said and her face flamed. She ducked her
head. She was SO embarrassed.
Rachel caught herself with her mouth hanging open. This
sweet innocent girl had actually SEEN a real monster
penis like this one? In the flesh? Now Rachel thought
about leaving the room. She needed to calm down. She
needed... well, she needed something like she was
holding in her hand! She smiled as she thought how very
happy she was going to make her boyfriend when she got
home tonight.
"Well then" she said, trying to keep her voice level.
"In that case, I'd say it's about perfect." Lori lit up
again. "Now," Rachel went on. "Since this is classic
work, we need to preserve it. I think you should use a
plain white or black bisque on it. That way, when it's
fired, it will soften the details just a little, and
make the whole thing smooth and nice to the touch."
She pinked up a little as she realized she had
suggested this piece should be handled, rather than
just displayed. "And it's going to have to dry for a
while. I can't put this in the kiln yet or it would
ruin it, and this is too good to ruin. "I hope you
understand, though, that we won't be able to display
this with the rest of the projects. I'd actually like
to - it's that good - but poor old Mr. Peterson would
have a heart attack." She smiled again.
They both giggled at that.
Two days later Ms Haskins gave her back the box, along
with a bottle of black bisque glaze.
"I pushed it a little, but the first firing went well.
Paint this tonight and I'll fire it again tomorrow.
That night she carefully painted the sculpture and then
took it back to Ms Haskins. Rachel examined it
carefully and said "Perfect. Come see me after school
today. It should be done by then."
Lori was back in the Art classroom right after school.
Ms Haskins was at her desk and smiled when she saw
Rachel. "It came out beautifully." she said. She opened
a drawer and pulled out Lori's project. It WAS
beautiful. It was shiny black and now it looked...
ferocious. It was the epitome of maleness. It made
Lori's knees weak and her pussy got wet immediately.
She reached out and caressed the smooth hard head, then
jerked her hand back, embarrassed that she had lost
control.
Ms Haskins smiled a wry smile. "Don't feel bad. I did
the same thing." She blushed a little. "In fact, I'll
tell you a secret about this if you'll tell me who your
model was."
"Oh, I couldn't," blushed Lori. "I'd be too
embarrassed."
"I understand," said Rachel a little sadly. "Well, I'll
tell you my secret anyway. It took every ounce of self
control I had to keep myself from trying this beauty
out when I took it out of the Kiln. You did a fabulous
job on this Lori. If you ever decide you don't want to
keep it, please remember me. I'd love to own this."
Lori was astonished. Her prim young teacher had just
admitted that she wanted to "use" her project, and Lori
knew EXACTLY what Ms Haskins meant when she said that
word! Lori took the project and stuffed it in her
purse.
She stood there for a second, looked at her teacher,
whispered, "It was my brother," and then fled.
But she thought about what Ms. Haskins had said all the
way home.
And when she got there she went straight to her room.
She was panting just thinking about what she was going
to do. She tore her clothing off. Her panties stuck to
her wet pussy again as she pulled them down. Then she
flung herself on the bed, spread her legs and plugged
her art project up into her pussy.
It was delicious. It was delightful. It felt so hard
and smooth and it went in soooo deep. She flipped it
upside down and the balls pressed against her clitty.
She was right in the middle of a nice hard loud cum
when her brother burst into the room.
"What's wrong Lori?" he asked, sounding worried. He'd
come into the house from school and heard her moaning
and groaning and then heard her yelling like she was
being killed. He stood frozen as he realized she was
fucking her pussy with something long and black and
hard. He stared. He realized what it looked like.
"You got a DILDO?!" he yelled.
Lori rolled her head to look at her brother. She didn't
care that he'd caught her. She felt too good. "Noooo
you... you... PRICK!" she burst out laughing and then
sobbed in joy. "It's not a dildo... it's... YOU!" She
flopped back on the bed limp, gasping. She was too weak
to even pull her project out of her satisfied pussy.
Rod walked over to the bed and looked at the thing
still stuck into his sister's pussy. Now he recognized
it. It was shiny and black now, while the last time
he'd seen it, it had been brown, with a flat finish.
She'd done something to it that made it smooth and
shiny.
And now she was fucking herself with it.
His dick sprang to attention. Lori rolled her head
wearily toward her brother and saw where he was
looking. She reached down and pulled her project out of
her pussy. It made a squelching wet sound as it came
out. She glanced at her brother's pants and saw the
bulge there.
She reached out and touched it. "Show me" she said
softly.
In a flash Rod stripped. His hard organ bobbed as he
took his socks off, hopping from one foot to the other.
He walked back to the edge of the bed, his boner waving
at his sister. "Do you think maybe you could... kiss it
again? Like last night?" he begged his sister.
She held up the project, holding it next to her
brother's live, warm cock.
"I tried this," she held up the sculpture. "Now I want
to try the real thing." She pulled on his cock and
spread her legs.
Rod wasn't quite sure how it happened, but he found
himself kneeling between his naked little sister's
thighs. His cock was sheathed in her hot slick pussy
and that pussy was thrusting up at him. He couldn't
quite believe it at first, but her pussy nibbled at
him, and sucked at him and milked him until, with a
grunt and a sigh he let his balls go and blasted her
full of his thick potent sticky cum. He had fleeting
thoughts of pregnancy, and how she was going to be mad
when he found out he'd spurted in her, but he couldn't
stop that copious seed from flowing into her womb.
He found out he was wrong later, when she demanded that
he squirt in her again.
And again later. He almost didn't have the energy to
get up and go to school, but she made him.
He hurried home after school, though. Youth springs
eternal, as they say. He went straight to her room and
opened the door. She was lying on the bed, stark naked,
reading a magazine.
She lowered the mag and said, "I've been waiting for
you." Man she sounded sexy.
"Oh, I hurried as fast as I could," he said. "I'm
surprised you aren't playing with your... project."
She spread her legs, holding her arms out to him. "Oh
that? I gave it away. Now come here. I need you."
Basically they fucked like rabbits until their parents
got back home. After that it was more difficult, but
they found ways to be together. It wasn't unusual for
one of them to sneak into the other's room in the
middle of the night.
On the day before graduation, Lori and Rod sat at the
dinner table with their parents, eating dinner. Lori
was trying to figure out a way to announce that she was
pregnant when her brother made his own announcement.
"Guess what? I got a summer job!"
Everyone looked interested. "Yeah, Ms. Haskins, the Art
Teacher? She hired me to be her intern for the summer
school sculpture class." He looked proud of himself.
"She said she might let me do some modeling."
Lori spit her mouthful of noodles all the way across
the table.
END
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.
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