Page 7 of My Shining Stepbrother

I have never freehanded anyone other than myself. What if I fuck this up completely? “Are you sure you trust me to do this freehanded?”

“I trust you, Rose. Now come and get me ready. Should I take my shorts off or roll them up?” He winks with that cocky-ass attitude coming back into play.

Now it's time for me to bite and play right back.

I lick my lips and look over his body. “Taking them off would be easier if you are comfortable with that.” I take my bottom lip into my teeth with a small smile and look back into his eyes.

Without thinking twice, he stands up and pulls down his shorts revealing his tight briefs that show the outline of his massive member. Now I have a mild panic attack. The mix of him wanting me to freehand a Greek mythology tattoo and him standing in his briefs in front of me has my heart pounding.

I excuse myself from the room for a moment and rush to Ricky, having my moment while freaking out to him. “Ricky, I'm having a mild panic attack!”

He turns to me with worry etched on his face looking over my body. “What's wrong?!”

“He wants me to freehand the tattoo on his leg!” Saying it out loud makes me feel silly now.

Ricky's amused face throws me off, though. “What's the freak out for then?” he asks with a light laugh.

“What if I screw it up?!” My tone raises slightly, but he shakes his head.

“Give me your leg,” he says while pointing to one of my legs.

I hesitantly lift my leg, and he takes it in his hand, telling me to look at it. “You see this line work and the perfect detail?”

I see the work I've put into it with every stroke. The pride I hold in my legs for what I've accomplished. I nod my head, not trusting my own words.

“You created such a raw piece. It shows the love you poured into it and your passion for it. You did this, Rose. You not only freehanded this but also did it upside down and on yourself. You are fucking amazing at what you do. Find your bad bitch confidence and show the world what you have.” He lets go of my leg, looking back at me.

“That's different, Ricky.” My nerves begin to bubble again, and I feel my hands shaking. I did it on myself, and if I messed up, it was okay because it was on me. “This one is on Reese, though, and he has amazing tattoos. I can't compare it to your work.”

He places his hands on my shoulders to ground me and forces me to look at him. “You may not think you can do this, but I know you can. I could never do what you did, Rose. We both have our skills, and they won't compare. Now go in there and prove yourself to nobody but yourself.”

I thank Ricky for talking me back down to reality and calming me. When it comes to supporting me in my work, he is always there to help me.

I walk into my booth and see the god of a man sitting in nothing but his briefs. He looks so relaxed with his hands behind his head, lifting them lightly to elevate his head and look at me as I walk in.

This will be pure torture, and I caused it for myself. How am I supposed to look and touch his body but not caress it?

Chapter 4

- Rose -

I stare as I enter back into my booth. This God of a man is sitting in nothing but his briefs. He didn’t even bother to put his shirt back on, and now I’m drooling. The man is a piece of art himself, and it’s utterly breathtaking.

After I asked where he wanted it, he pointed to the spot with a devilish smirk. Of course, he would like it right there. The only blank place on his thigh is next to his massive bulge. I swallow hard. Today might be the day I die, and I am okay with that.

I prep the area professionally and lean over, putting my face right into his crotch. I feel like a schoolgirl who has never seen a dick before. Nothing can go wrong, though, right?

Although I'm nervous, Ricky's words repeatedly play in my head. My hands don't shake, but I feel like they may once I touch him. I take a deep breath and begin to relax. I lift my hand to grab my machine, but his hand stops mine with a firm squeeze.

“Relax, you are going to make this look stunning. I trust you, so take a breath and relax.” His caring and soft voice soothe me, making my nerves wash away.

I look into his eyes and give him a genuine smile. “Thank you, I needed that.” My voice comes out delicate and calm, even surprising myself.

I grab my machine and get to work. I take my time and focus all of my attention solely on his skin and leg. I let my mind picture what he would want and create that image on his skin. My heart is racing just from him sitting here, but knowing I'm touching his skin is burning my insides. Even if it is only his legs.

- Reese -

She is a damn goddess, one of pure beauty. I am holding myself back as much as possible, but the more she touches me, the more my cock is screaming to be sprung free. All I want to do I bend her over this chair and make her scream my name for the world to hear. The little voice inside my head calmly reminds me we can't cross that line. Our parents are together, and I have to remain calm around her. The soft touches to my leg, though, are making it challenging. I throw my head back and allow my eyes to close but hold in the moan wanting to escape. The image of her body presented in front of me swarms my head.

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