Page 1 of Accidental Baby With My Brother's Best Friend

Chapter1

Liam

She poses before me as naked as the truth. Her hair falls in long waves around her slender figure. The dim lighting in my studio reflects softly from the glistening surface of her body, giving her an almost ethereal appearance.

Her breasts are high, full and round. Her nipples are dark pink from arousal. She looks so beautiful and seductive that I want to tear at her skin with my teeth.But I don’t. Instead, I wipe a drop of sweat off of my brow, staining my face with paint in the process.

I hold up my brush for a moment, my eyes darting between my painting and the naked woman before me. She’s watching me with wide eyes - waiting for me to finish the job. I smudge a little more paint on the canvas and let out an appreciative sigh. She smiles, then laughs quietly, making me laugh too, although it comes out sounding a bit like a strangled cough.

“Are you done?” She asks softly, her eyes fixed on my paint covered face. “Or do you need more time?” A hint of a smile plays on the corner of her mouth, but I still can’t look away from her chest. She looks down at herself, twisting her body slightly to give me a better view. I can feel my mouth start to water at the sight. Finishing this painting will be one helluva task.

Why am I doing this? Simple. A top client with a deep wallet asked for a nude painting of a “beautiful woman”. Since Alana was going to be around this evening, and with us already being very familiar with each other’s bodies, we decided to kill two birds with one stone and have her be my model. Actually,sheinsisted. She certainly did not want me spending my evening with a different naked woman, so this makes the job easier.

“I might need forever. It’s taking every ounce of control I can muster to stay focused on the painting and not take you right here, right now.” I tell her, meaning every word.

She blushes slightly at my admission. “Why the wait?” She glances down at her own nude body and I watch as she runs her hand down between her thighs. “Wouldn’t it be easier to just...?” She trails off suggestively, giving me an unspoken invitation that I understand all too well. Heaven help me. I’ve got less than twenty four hours to finish. At this rate, I’ll be damned.

“This.”I respond, gesturing towards the half-done painting.“This needs to be finished first and you need to stay still.”

The table stool she’s sitting on creaks under her weight as she leans forward onto both hands resting on her knees. She tilts her head slightly to the side, and her breasts bounce against each other. I’ve seen enough women undressed and exposed by now not to stare, but somehow I can’t.

Alana has one of those Hollywood goddess bodies that would make most models jealous, like something straight out of a magazine cover with a beautiful face to match. High cheekbones, full lips, soft brown eyes and thick lashes that accentuate them and make them appear even more alluring. Rumor has it that she’s ninety percent plastic and liposuction, but I couldn't care less. A body like hers should be worshiped, not questioned.

“You’ve been at this for hours. We should take a break.”Her voice is low, raspy even. I know she doesn’t mean anything by it…or maybe she does, but the comment still sends a bolt of desire coursing through my veins, heating my blood. Maybe it’s just me, but there’s a hint of seduction in her tone.“C’mon.Don’t be such a workaholic.”

“I have no choice. I’m sort of stuck and I need to be done with this—”

She closes the little space between us before I can finish, placing a finger across my lips.

“Shhh...”she says, leaning into me and kissing me gently. My cock jerks in response. The damned thing has a mind of its own. Her eyes wander downward until they fall upon the erection jutting against my pants and smiles. The room gets a couple of degrees hotter when she traces the outline of the shaft with the pad of her thumb and it jerks again in response. In one motion she places her hand in my pants and starts to massage my dick.

“See? He gets it. I didn’t travel all the way here just to sit on a stool and have you paint me.”

“No, you didn’t. But we have an agreement and we’re sticking to it, please. I need to get this done as soon as possible and shipped off to the client.” I say, barely able to utter the words.

Even though everything in me urges to pull her closer, to kiss her and fuck her senseless, I remain firm. Can’t have her thinking I’m easy prey. I take her hand from inside my pants and off my erection, placing them at her sides.

“Okay fine, you win. But you’re gonna make up for this later.”

“Right. For now, you sit back while I finish up my painting.”

“Fine. Killjoy.”With that she returns to her seat while I turn my attention to my painting again, ignoring the fact that she’s watching me intently out of the corner of her eye. This isn’t my finest hour but I’ll fix this once I finish. I lean over my canvas and start again on the details of her body.

The slight curve of her hip bones, the smooth expanse of her abdomen, the dip of her stomach. I paint her as if she were a work of art, rather than flesh and bone. All of my concentration and focus comes crashing down when she spreads her legs apart, exposing a glimpse of thigh and calf, her perfect little triangle. A moan involuntarily escapes my throat at the erotic sight.

She bites her lower lip, obviously aware of what she’s doing to me, then grins at me wickedly but I refuse to acknowledge her actions, focusing on my painting instead. Her fingers twitch restlessly against the edge of the table top as she watches me paint, clearly enjoying the way she’s affecting me.

Then she spreads her legs open wider, reaches down with one hand and slowly starts to finger fuck herself, grasping her breast with her other hand and squeezing. The sound of her wet pussy and her low pitched moans are filling my ears and sending my libido into hyperdrive.

“Ah! Fuck it.”I say finally, standing up from my stool and turning away from my easel. She smiles at me, the corners of her lips curling up sensuously, her pale skin glowing with the afterglow of her pleasure. She stands slowly, swaying toward me.“Come here.”I tell her, moving my hand to cup the underside of her jaw, caressing her soft cheek as I bring our faces together, capturing her parted lips with mine.

“Now that wasn’t so hard, was it?”She murmurs teasingly, pulling back from me, her eyes sparkling with amusement and lust.

“You’re gonna pay for making me suffer like this.”

She shrugs, her bare shoulder brushing mine and goose bumps raise on my skin at the sensation.“Gladly.”

I groan and press my forehead against hers, inhaling deeply, breathing in her perfume. She tastes sweet, like strawberries and vanilla mixed together.

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