I Was My Sister's Life Model

My older sister went to art college. I had no talent for art. I couldn't even tell if she was any good or not. Mum seemed to think she was brilliant, so I took her word for it. To tell the truth, art leaves me cold. I don't even know what I like. It's just stuff to hang on walls. You might as well take a photo with your phone if you want a picture to look at. I've taken plenty of those. My thing is music. But you don't want to read about all that.

So Emily - my sister - went to one of those fancy art colleges in London. It was pretty near where we lived, so she didn't have to leave home. I didn't mind. I know brothers and sisters are supposed to hate each other, but we weren't like that. We got on OK. She was pretty loud and annoying sometimes, like when one of her paintings wasn't going right, but most of the time she was alright. She also had lots of girlfriends who were always coming round. They'd disappear into her room and play crap music and laugh a lot. I'd put on my headphones and let them get on with it. Actually, to be honest, that wasn't entirely true. Most of her friends were pretty hot and they didn't seem to care too much how little they wore or how much of their bodies were on show. For a teenager it was pretty frustrating. Needless to say, they figured pretty highly in my masturbation fantasies. I complained that they were always teasing me but mum was dismissive. 'They're young girls. What do you expect?' It was never nasty teasing. Apparently they were just having fun.

On the other hand, Emily knew she had to keep me onside. I was her regular model. When she started showing a bit of ability at art, mum and dad converted the attic into this huge studio with a massive skylight, racks for her paintings, a sink and a couch to rest on when she was exhausted from painting too much. It was a tip but no one was allowed in there without her say-so, not even mum or dad. She used to draw me when I was doing my homework up there or listening to some tracks. Sometimes she'd ask me to pose in some weird position, in which case she had to give me some pocket money. A few times she'd get me to wear particular clothes she liked and do a proper painting. Once she got me to pose with my guitar. I think it was that picture that got her into college. It looked good to me, but what do I know?

When she went to college I assumed that'd be the end of my modelling career. Which was a bugger because I wouldn't get the pocket money. But in fact I was even more in demand. Mum and dad were away a lot with their international charity work by then and most of the time we had the house to ourselves. Emily wanted me to pose almost every other day. I was cruising at school. I was into music software in a big way by then, but I gave myself plenty of time off. Besides I quite liked sitting looking at Sis work while she was trying to draw me. Quite often she had a girlfriend or two with her and they would all draw me. It was kind of flattering in a way to be stared at so intensely.

One day she announced she wanted to draw me topless. 'We're into human anatomy now,' she said, as if that was sufficient explanation.

It was OK by me, especially when she said she'd pay me more. So from then on I had to take my t-shirt off and let her study my muscles and tendons and all that. She got me into poses that showed off my light and shade, as she put it. Some of them were painful, but she didn't stick me in them for long so I didn't get cramp or pull a muscle.

None of her friends from art college had a studio like Emily's so they were round our place a lot. There was plenty of room up there. Room enough for ten of them, though there were usually only three or four. There were a couple of crates, which Emily got me to stand or sit on so they could get a good view of me. They sat round on chairs, sometimes hiding behind their easels but mostly with drawing pads on their knees. The place stank of turps for cleaning their brushes, but I got used to it. It was a bit embarrassing sitting without a t-shirt on in front of her and her friends the first time. They said things like, 'Oo, look at all those muscles,' and 'What muscles? I can't see any,' and 'Hold your stomach in. Oh, sorry, you are,' etc etc. Hilarious. That sort of thing made me blush at first, but they were soon busy drawing or painting or whatever.

One day, when mum and dad were away on one of their endless trips, Emily came into my room. She'd just started her third year by then and I'd left school in the summer. Unusually for her, she seemed a bit tongue-tied. She kept asking me about my music and what I was listening to. Which was weird because she'd never shown any interest in it before.

Eventually I twigged she wanted some kind of favour. 'Out with it. What do you want?'

'Do you reckon you could pose for me nude?'

'Fuck, no way.'

'Oh come on, Charlie,' she said, using her best pleading voice. 'We have to do male nudes and the models they have at college are all fat or old or weird looking. I need someone young, who's still got some muscles.'

'I'm not having you staring at my tackle for hours.'

'I wouldn't be. I'm more interested in back views.'

'Or my bum.'

'And it wouldn't be for hours,' she continued as if I hadn't spoken. 'I just need to make some quick drawings.'

I argued the toss for a bit longer, but she clinched it when she offered more money. I'd never been naked in front of anyone before, but I'd been as good as on the beach in speedos, so I reckoned I could hack it. I worried that it might be a bit weird stripped off in front of my sister but that wasn't what really concerned me. Although I was eighteen I was a bit short for my age - a bit over five foot five - and as a consequence looked younger. I got a fair bit of teasing from her and her girlfriends as a result. But even that wasn't the real problem. The fact is I had a larger than normal schlong, even when it was flaccid, and I wasn't too sure how she'd react. Would she laugh? Would she make some comment? Would I go red? And worst of all, would I get an erection?

The next morning I hoped she'd forgotten about it, but she was ready and waiting, eager to get started. She hung around while I was having breakfast and psyching myself up. 'You don't have to hover,' I said. 'I'll be there.'

I had a shower then shoved on a dressing gown and went up to her studio. She was fussing over her paints and things and I realised she was probably as nervous as I was. She'd painted nude men before, but maybe painting your brother is different. I said, 'Where do you want me?'

'Start sitting on the chair. Choose a position you're comfortable with and we'll go from there.'

'OK.'

I sat on the chair and let the dressing gown sort of flop beneath me. I leant forward with my chin resting on my hand, my elbow resting on my knee. It wasn't that comfortable but I did it mainly so she couldn't see my tackle.

'That's great. Do you reckon you can stay in that position for 20 minutes?'

'Sure.'

She worked away on her drawing pad, looking at me intently the way she always did and gradually we both began to relax. My mind began to wander like it usually did when I was modelling for her and pretty soon it didn't seem weird to be sitting in front of her with no clothes on.

'OK,' she said after 20 minutes, 'do you want to move?'

'If you like.' I sat sideways on the chair with my leg up a bit so my cock was still hidden from her.

'That looks a bit uncomfortable. You sure you can hold it?'

'Yeah, no problem.' In fact it was already aching a bit, so I put my hands round my knee. That was a bit better.

'Thanks for doing this, Charlie,' she said. 'You're quite fit.'

I didn't say anything, just concentrated on not blushing. My mind wandered again and before I knew it she'd finished with me in that pose.

'Can I do one of you standing?'

'Sure,' I said without thinking. I stood up, too late realising I'd have difficulty hiding my cock. I put my hands over it and half turned away from her. 'This OK?'

'Nice bum,' she said.

I looked sharply at her, expecting her to be laughing. But she looked quite serious, neutral. Swallowing what I was about to say, I assumed she meant I had a nice bum to draw or something like that. Not that she was saying she found it attractive. Which was a relief. She drew me as I was, half turned away from her. When she'd finished she looked pretty pleased with herself, holding her paper away from herself as if she were examining a priceless vase she was thinking of buying. 'Let's have a look then,' I said.

She turned it round. 'It's pretty good, even if I say so myself.'

It looked alright to me. She'd made me out to have more muscles on my back than I thought I had, and definition on my legs I was pretty sure must be exaggerated, but I wasn't complaining. I looked like some kind of athlete. 'Very flattering,' I said. Even my bum had muscles.

'Only a tiny bit of artistic licence,' she said. 'Like I say, you've got a good body, Charlie.'

For the next few days I took to doing a bit of weight training and looking at myself in the mirror. I know, pathetic. But I'd never really thought of myself as having much of a body. I thought I was too skinny. But if my sister said I looked good, who was I to argue? She looked at men's bodies all the time, so she must have known what she was talking about.

The next time she asked me to pose she had one of her girlfriends from college with her. Cass was deliberately 'arty' looking, like Emily. She wore secondhand clothes, Doc Marten's boots and stuffed her blonde hair up under a workman's flat cap. No matter how well she covered it though, she couldn't hide the fact she had a great body. She had lovely full tits and often went without a bra. I was hoping Emily wouldn't ask me to pose nude for them both, but she got right to it. 'I told Cass you wouldn't mind posing nude for us. That OK?'

What could I say? Agreeing to it with my sister had put me on a slippery slope. I knew I should have refused straight off, but it was too late now. 'I suppose,' I said with as little enthusiasm as I could muster. In my room I stripped and put on a dressing gown. I made sure my cock was fully flaccid and tried to think of anything but the two girls waiting for me upstairs. In the studio I sat on the crates half-turned away from them, hoping that would be good enough. It wasn't.

'Come on, Charlie,' said Emily. 'Stand up like last time.'

'No need to be shy,' contributed a grinning Cass. 'We're just going to draw you, not seduce you.'

'I know, I know.' I stood up, ignoring the girly looks that passed between them. I turned my back. 'OK?' I didn't wait for an answer and dropped the dressing gown.

'Thanks,' said Emily. 'That's great.'

I heard a murmur from Cass but couldn't make out what she said. Emily tried to suppress an answering giggle but didn't succeed. I ignored them.

Fortunately there was silence for the next ten minutes, so I assumed they were busy on their drawings. Gradually I got used to standing naked, as I'd managed before with just Emily, and my mind wandered. After all, I couldn't see them and while I didn't exactly forget the two girls were there, I was able to think of other things. The trouble was, I thought of sex. So it wasn't long before I had the beginnings of an erection. Desperately I thought of school, homework, trains, buses, computer games, but it didn't do any good. My mind kept coming back to girls and their bodies, all their lovely curves and bulges, all their secret parts, damp pussies and gorgeous bums.

'You OK for another ten minutes?' came Emily's voice.

'Sure.' I tried to make my voice sound normal, but to me it sounded more like a strangled croak. Once again there were suppressed giggles from the girls. I stood my ground, though I was trying to think of a way I could get out of there with my dignity intact.

Another ten tortuous minutes went by. My cock continued to stiffen. Then just when I thought I'd have to grab my dressing gown and run, Emily said, 'You can rest now if you want.'

I pulled the dressing gown over my shoulders and sank down on the crates.

'Don't you want to look at yourself?' asked Cass.

Curiosity got the better of me. 'OK.' I shuffled over and they showed me their drawings. I couldn't help saying, 'Is that really what I look like?' They showed a pretty fit-looking body. I felt quite chuffed.

'Well, it's not imagination,' said Emily. 'This is a life class, remember?' she added sarcastically and Cass smirked.

'I just thought you might have exaggerated a bit.'

'Not at all.' Cass's smirk turned into a genuine smile. Fuck, those tits. I blushed at the thoughts that were going round in my head. 'Do you feel brave enough for us to do a front view?' she added. 'Or would you be too embarrassed?' It came out as a challenge and I couldn't help rising to it.

'No, I mean, yeah, OK. But shouldn't I wear something, you know...?'

'The models at college wear posing pouches,' said Emily, making a face, 'but they look horrible.'

'Besides,' smiled Cass, nodding at my middle, 'I doubt we could find one to fit you.' They both giggled and I realised my dressing gown was bulging over my still semi-erect cock. I quickly put my hands over it.

'Come on, Charlie,' pleaded Emily, putting on a serious face, 'this is work for us. We have to practise the human body over and over. You're just line and form to us. Like a bowl of fruit or a bunch of flowers. Nothing more.'

'Thanks. I think.' I wasn't sure I liked being thought of as no more exciting than a still life, but it was reassuring they weren't going to laugh at me. I took a breath. 'OK, double the money and I'll do it.' I knew they could afford it but didn't think they'd go for blackmail.

They looked at each other. 'OK,' said Emily.

So I climbed onto the crates, dropped the dressing gown, put my hands over my tackle and turned to face them.

'Hands by your sides,' ordered Emily. 'Think of the money.'

I let my hands move to my thighs.

Cass's mouth opened - and stayed open.'Oh my God.'

Emily looked at her, then looked at where she was looking: at my cock.

I felt myself blushing. I couldn't help it, even though it was them who should have been embarrassed, not me. They were the ones who had asked me to stand baring all. I hadn't asked to stand with my cock hanging out for them to ogle. I put my hands back over my tackle. 'What?' I tried to sound annoyed.

'Nothing.' Emily looked away.

'Nothing,' echoed Cass, but she couldn't tear her eyes away, even though the object of her fascination was almost hidden. 'But...' She looked at Emily and they both raised their eyebrows. 'I mean... I've never seen...'

'One that big?' finished Emily and Cass nodded. 'I mean it's...big.'

I pulled up the dressing gown. 'OK, show's over.'

'No, don't,' said my sister quickly. 'Don't go. We're not making fun of you, are we, Cass?'

Cass shook her head emphatically. 'No, no.'

'It was just a surprise, that's all. We won't make any more comments, honestly. Please pose for us. Please.'

I thought of the money. 'OK, but no staring.'

Cass frowned. 'That's going to be difficult seeing as how we're supposed to be drawing you.'

'You know what I mean.'

I stood in front of them for twenty minutes feeling embarrassed. Which was fortunate because it meant I didn't get an erection. I didn't look at them because I felt if I saw their eyes devouring me I'd be sure to get aroused. This was money, I kept telling myself, stop thinking of sex.

After twenty minutes they asked me if I'd change position or if I wanted a rest. I figured my hour must be nearly up, so I said I'd had enough. I put on my dressing gown and went to leave. Emily said, 'Thanks, Charlie,' and Cass got up and quickly kissed me on the cheek. 'Yeah, thanks. You were great.'

My cheek burned for the rest of the day.

I thought about it a lot over the next few days, though I tried not to. Part of me quite liked being looked at in the buff by a couple of good-looking girls and my masturbation rate went stratospheric. But I couldn't get over the feeling they'd been laughing at me. I didn't know much about male anatomy, but I knew enough to realise my cock was larger than most - maybe a lot larger. I hadn't seen that many, other than in the changing rooms at school. It never occurred to me that Em's friends might have been attracted to me. I was a good two or three years younger. I certainly lusted after them, but it was ridiculous to think they might have thought the same about me. So I was pretty certain they were just using me: to be their model, obviously, but maybe also to amuse themselves. I felt embarrassed every time I remembered how Cass had reacted to the sight of my cock. I almost resolved to tell Emily I wouldn't be posing any more. But then I thought of the money.

Cass was there again when I went to the studio in my dressing gown. She was all smiles and even gave me another kiss on the cheek. 'Thanks for doing this, Charlie. You're a star.'

They had me standing for ten minutes, then sitting with one leg out, then leaning back on an elbow. Luckily I didn't get an erection, so I even began to relax. Even when I looked at them and saw how much they were concentrating on looking at me. Then Emily's phone beeped. She looked at it and got up. 'I'll just be a minute. Stretch if you want to.' Then she was out of there.

I stood up and flexed my legs, which were a bit stiff. Cass immediately put down her pad and came over. Before I knew what she was doing she'd wrapped her hand round my cock and was squeezing it. 'What are you doing?' I almost shouted, paralysed by surprise.

'Just checking it's real.' She looked down at it with her mouth open, gave it a quick stroke up and down then gave me another peck on the cheek. Before I could react she was back in her seat with her pad in her lap.

The door opened and Emily came back in, accompanied by two more of her girlfriends. I quickly shrugged into my dressing gown.

'Hello Charlie,' they chorussed, all smiles. 'We've come to join your life class. Hope you don't mind.'

'What did you two get up to while I was gone?' said Emily.

'Nothing,' I blurted out before I could stop myself. Cass gave me a wink and I felt my face going red.

All the girls fell about. 'Oo Charlie,' said Belle, the one who always wore a mini-dress whatever the weather, a leather jacket, the inevitable Doc Martens and hair that changed colour every week. Today it was streaked pink and green. She had the most amazing smile and a gorgeous body. All of me lusted after her. 'Have you been a naughty boy?'

'No,' I muttered, feeling my face going more red.

'Oh, leave him alone,' said Aggy, an athletic type who always wore crop tops and wildly patterned tight-fitting leggings that left nothing to the imagination. She gave me a hug, which made me even more embarrassed. 'I'm sure he's been perfectly well behaved, haven't you?'

I mumbled something, but no one heard. They were too busy having a laugh at my expense.

'Nice dressing-gown,' said Belle, meaning the exact opposite. 'I hope we're not expected to draw that.'

'This is a life class,' said Cass, giving me another wink. 'The dressing-gown is just to preserve Charlie's modesty.'

'Leave him alone,' Aggy said again. 'You're making him blush.'

'I'm not,' I protested, like some 10-year-old. 'I'm hot.'

'You'd better take it off then,' said Emily matter-of-factly. 'Come on, let's get started.' She moved four chairs in a rough semi-circle round the crates.

'Hang on,' I said. 'I don't remember agreeing to four of you using me as a model.'

'Two of us, four of us - what's the difference?' she said. 'You don't have to do anything more. You only have to stand there looking bored.'

'That's not the point,' I started, then couldn't think what was the point.