I Was My Sister’s Life Model

Literotic asexstories – I Was My Sister’s Life Model by BobbiR,BobbiR
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.

Luckily, Aggy piped up. ‘We’ll pay you, if that’s what you’re worried about.’

‘Course,’ said Belle, who’d already sat in one of the chairs and was getting out her art things.

‘OK, then.’ I was still not sure I’d agreed to this, but couldn’t think of a way out.

I stood there, clutching my dressing gown round me until Emily said, ‘Get up there then. We haven’t got all day.’

I looked at them. They all seemed busy nattering among themselves and getting their things sorted. It amazed me how much stuff girls carried round all the time. None of them were taking much notice of me, so I felt brave enough to get up on the crates and drop the dressing gown with my back to them.

‘OK, back view alright with everyone?’ asked Emily in a tired voice.

‘Shame,’ muttered Cass and there were some giggles. But they didn’t ask me to turn round.

I stood there for ten minutes, then they got me to sit down. They put me in a couple of other poses over the next half hour or so, none of which involved me displaying my cock to them, so I started to relax. I thought about being stared at by four good-looking girls, of course, but most of the time I didn’t look at them, so I didn’t get an erection. My mind wandered. In fact it wandered so much, when they asked me to turn round I did it without thinking.

‘Christ,’ I heard Belle mutter.

‘You weren’t kidding,’ said Aggy. ‘Is that real?’

‘Oh yes,’ Cass said.

They sat staring at my cock with their mouths open. My first reaction was to put my hands over it. But then I thought, what the hell, let them look. I even put my hands on my hips. ‘What?’ I said, though I was aware I was beginning to blush.

‘God, Charlie,’ said Belle with a grin, ‘where do you put it?’

Then they were all laughing and cracking jokes about big cocks and cucumbers and didn’t I get lots of offers and how happy I was going to make some lucky girl, and on and on until Emily finally said, ‘Maybe that’s enough ogling my brother’s overgrown willie. Should we do some art?’

‘I suppose,’ said Belle, looking at me and smiling. Oh, that smile.

‘It’s going to be difficult to concentrate on other parts of his body,’ said Aggy.

‘I’m not going to bother,’ said Cass and that set them off giggling again.

Eventually I said, ‘Look, do you want me to model for you or not? Cos I’m not going to stand here just so you can make fun of me.’ I knew I sounded like a kid, but that was how they made me feel. They weren’t much more than three years older than me, but it felt like ten. I was attracted to them and I was scared of them. I just didn’t know how to deal with them.

Immediately Belle came over and put her arm round me. ‘Oh Charlie, we’re sorry.’ She’d taken her leather jacket off and I could feel her tits through her thin dress. ‘Sit down a minute.’

I sat on the crates and she sat beside me, still with her arm round my shoulders. Aggy came and sat the other side. ‘We didn’t mean anything. You’re really brave modelling for us and we really appreciate it.’

I sat between them, very aware of my naked body sandwiched between theirs, my cock lying between my legs in full view.

‘We know it must be difficult,’ said Cass, bringing her chair closer, leaning forward and putting a hand on my knee, ‘standing there naked in front of four girls staring at you intently.’

‘I’m not sure I could do it in front of four men,’ contributed Emily.

‘I definitely couldn’t,’ said Aggy.

‘Me neither,’ said Belle.

‘Oh, I could,’ said Cass, and that got us all laughing, including me. Cass had a reputation of being up for anything. ‘I know,’ she said, her eyes suddenly bright. ‘Why don’t we all strip off? Then Charlie wouldn’t feel so embarrassed.’

The others looked at her with their mouths open. I could hardly believe what I’d just heard.

‘You’re kidding, right?’ said Emily.

‘Why not?’ insisted Cass. ‘We’re all girls. We’ve seen each other in the showers. We haven’t got anything to hide. And I’m sure Charlie wouldn’t mind. Would you?’

‘Er, I guess,’ I mumbled.

‘Fuck,’ said Aggy. ‘I don’t know.’ But I could tell she was considering it.

‘Let’s just think about this,’ said Emily. All eyes turned to her, as if she was the final arbiter. It was her studio, after all. But she didn’t seem to have anything to add.

‘Well?’ said Cass. ‘You’re not going to say you’re worried about your brother seeing you naked, not after you’ve been looking at him for hours.’

Emily couldn’t think of an answer to that. ‘Well, OK, if Belle and Aggy are up for it.’

The four girls looked at each other for a few seconds, then they grinned, then they laughed. ‘Fuck, let’s do it,’ said Belle.

Then they started stripping, and in a couple of minutes I was gaping at four naked young girls. Unfortunately they immediately sat on the chairs with their pads on their laps, so all I could see were lots of tits. Even so it was a gorgeous sight and I could already feel stirrings in my groin. I adopted my pose and for the next couple of minutes there was silence and I could feel my cock beginning to swell. Soon it would be obvious. I didn’t know what to do.

Then Belle piped up, ‘It’s a bit quiet. Don’t you have any music in here, Em?’

‘I don’t, but Charlie’s got loads.’

‘I’ll get something,’ I said quickly before anyone could object and without even bothering to put on my dressing gown I was out of there. I heard a few giggles behind me, but I could live with that. At least they hadn’t seen me with a stiffy.

It took me ten minutes to gather some stuff together. I exhumed an old iPod I had from God knows when, then had to scrabble around for something that it could fit into. I dusted off a couple of old speakers and carried the whole lot up to the studio. When I got there Aggy had taken my place on the crates and was posing for Belle, Cass and Emily. I stared at her. She had a really athletic body, but sexy at the same time. She had small firm tits and legs that had the kind of muscles I wouldn’t have minded. Her stomach almost had a six pack it was that flat. Even her bum looked tight. But I couldn’t drag my eyes way from her pussy. It was completely shaved and looked amazing. I stood there like a dork until my sister said, ‘Well, are you going to plug that lot in or are you going to stare at Aggy for the next hour?’

I blushed. ‘Sorry, er, no, er…’ I stammered like a kid and quickly started setting the sound system up.

I heard a few giggles behind me. ‘Poor Charlie,’ I heard Belle say. ‘We shouldn’t be mean to him.’

Emily said, ‘He’s getting paid enough.’

I switched the music on and Cass said, ‘That’s better.’

‘Yeah,’ said Aggy, beginning to do a few moves on the crates. ‘Now I can dance.’

‘Oh, you’re hopeless,’ said Emily, throwing down her pad. ‘You’re supposed to be keeping still.’

‘Well, get Charlie up here again,’ said Aggy. ‘He’s good at standing to attention.’

This was greeted by more giggles. I got up on the crates and tried to remember the pose I’d been in. I thought if I concentrated on keeping still I wouldn’t think about Aggy’s pussy so much and I wouldn’t get an erection. The girls started drawing again. It was better with music. It stopped them chatting and gave me a distraction from the state of my cock. It didn’t work for long though. Within a few minutes of staring at the girls tits I could feel my cock stiffening. I wanted to put my hands over it but didn’t want to draw attention to it. Which was pretty funny really, considering they were staring at me as much as I was staring at them.

I caught a couple of glances passing between them, then Cass said, ‘Oo Charlie, what are you thinking of? You’re getting a stiffy.’

‘What do you expect?’ said Em. ‘He’s a boy, isn’t he?’

‘More like a man,’ said Belle, ‘with a thing that size.’

‘And it’s growing,’ contributed Aggy, staring at it with her mouth open.

I put my hands over my groin. ‘Sorry,’ I muttered, blushing. ‘I can’t help it.’

‘No, don’t cover it up,’ said Belle quickly, then blushed.

‘It’s pretty impressive,’ said Cass. ‘I wouldn’t mind seeing how big it gets.’

‘Me too,’ said Belle.

‘Leave him alone,’ said my sister.

‘We’re not doing anything,’ protested Cass. ‘Are we, Charlie?’

I mumbled something but couldn’t look at them. I was hoping my cock would go down of its own accord, but it seemed to like all the attention. I could feel it getting harder and my hands were doing a useless job of hiding it.

‘Come on, Charlie,’ said Belle. ‘Let’s have a look.’

‘Please,’ added Aggy.

I moved my hands away and my cock sprang to attention.

‘Fuck,’ muttered Cass.

By then they were all standing round me so they could get a closer look, all except my sister, that is. She was looking, but pretending not to.

‘God,’ said Belle. ‘Does it get any bigger?’

‘A bit,’ I mumbled. Fuck, what if I spontaneously ejaculated or something? I wanted to go, but I was rooted to the spot. All those naked bodies; I was beginning to sweat. I closed my eyes.

‘Oo look,’ I heard one of them say, ‘it moves.’

‘Oh yeah.’

Then I felt something touch it; a fingertip or something. I didn’t dare look.

‘What are you doing?’ It sounded like Aggy’s voice.

‘Just seeing how much.’ That was Belle.

‘And?’

‘It feels pretty stiff. Maybe that’s as big as it gets.’

‘Wow, impressive.’ That was Cass. ‘I guess we must turn him on.’

I opened my eyes. They were all looking at me.

‘Do we, Charlie?’ said Belle, smiling. ‘Do we turn you on?’

I grunted. I didn’t trust myself to speak.

‘I think we must,’ said Aggy.

‘It’s kind of flattering, isn’t it?’ said Cass.

Emily spoke up from a couple of yards away. ‘Stop teasing him.’

‘Oh Charlie doesn’t mind,’ said Belle. ‘Do you, Charlie?’

I shook my head. I didn’t know where I was or what I minded. Suddenly I felt a hand round my cock.

‘Look, I can only just get my hand round it.’ Belle had her hand lightly wrapped around the shaft. It felt like nothing on earth. No one had ever touched my cock before except me. Now the gorgeous Belle was holding it. Fuck.

‘Let me try.’ Aggy’s hand joined Belle’s a little further down. ‘You’re right. My God, it’s really thick.’

My legs started to tremble.

‘You don’t mind, do you, Charlie?’ said Belle.

‘You look as if you need to sit down,’ said Cass, suppressing a laugh.

‘Sit next to me,’ said Aggy, letting go of my cock.

I sank down on the crates. She sat down beside me. Belle still had hold of my cock so sat the other side. Cass pulled a chair up so she could watch. ‘What does it feel like?’ she asked Belle.

‘Really hard. Like a bloody tree trunk.’

They all giggled.

‘You’re awful,’ Emily said. ‘He’s only a boy.’ She was standing a few feet away but she was still watching.

‘I’m not a boy,’ I muttered, feeling stung.

‘That’s right,’ urged Cass with a grin. ‘Stand up for yourself.’ That brought on another burst of giggling.

‘That doesn’t seem to be a problem,’ said Belle, beginning to move her hand up and down my shaft. More laughter.

Fuck, I was going to come, I knew it. If she carried on doing that there’d be no stopping it. She didn’t stop. I tensed, as if willpower might make me not come. I made an involuntary noise in the back of my throat, then I was coming, all over Belle’s hand and all over me.

I mumbled, ‘Oh God, sorry,’ or something like that. I couldn’t think. I was halfway between ecstasy and embarrassment. It felt amazing and excruciating at the same time. I seemed to be coming for five minutes. It felt endless, a fantastic release. Probably it only lasted a few seconds in reality. Which was fortunate because I was consumed with embarrassment.

‘That was quick,’ Belle said.

‘Well done, Belle,’ said Aggy. ‘You’ve obviously got the touch.’

‘What a lot, Charlie,’ said Cass, staring at all the come lying everywhere. ‘Have you been saving it up?’

‘I think we must turn him on,’ said Belle.

‘Now look what you’ve done,’ I heard my sister’s voice. I didn’t know if she was cross with me or with her friends.

Aggy and Cass looked at her and giggled.

I stood up. ‘Sorry,’ I mumbled again then I was out of there, clutching my dressing gown and trying to stop come dripping all over the stair carpet. I could hear their laughter all the way to my room, though I pretended Belle wasn’t joining in.

For the next fews days I kept out of my sister’s way. Fortunately mum and dad came home a couple of days later so it didn’t look that obvious. But then they were off again, saving lives in Ethiopia or some other hopeless country. I stuck my headphones on and concentrated on my music.

Emily didn’t leave me alone for long. She asked me a couple of times if I’d pose for her and I told her to forget it. But my sister isn’t someone who takes no for an answer. One day she came into my room without knocking and sat down. I had phones on and didn’t take them off. I ignored her but she just sat there. In the end I realised she wouldn’t go until I’d let her say her piece, so I took the phones off. ‘Yeah?’

‘I just wanted to say I’m really sorry for what happened, you know, the other day.’ She actually looked as if she meant it. ‘I don’t know what happened to Cass and the others. But they’re really sorry too.’

‘They didn’t sound it.’ I remembered their laughter following me out of the studio.

‘They’re really worried about you. Belle in particular. They know they embarrassed you. They really regret everything. And that’s not like them. I mean, you know what they’re like. Usually they don’t care what they do. Regret just doesn’t figure in their vocabulary.’

‘No, it doesn’t.’

‘I know I should have stopped them. I mean I’m your sister. I should have been looking out for you. But it probably wouldn’t have done any good. Once they get going there’s no stopping them.’

‘Yeah.’

‘Anyway, I just wanted to say I’m really sorry. And if it’s any consolation, so are they.’ She looked at me, what’s the word, contritely. ‘Are we forgiven, Charlie? Say yes, please.’

I didn’t much care one way or the other. ‘OK, I guess.’

She put her arms round me and gave me a wet kiss on the cheek. I wiped away the dampness with my sleeve.

‘Thanks, Charlie, you’re a star.’

I thought she’d go after that, but instead she sat down again.

‘Yeah?

‘Nothing in particular,’ she said. ‘I just thought we could chat for a while. You know, it’s really lonely up there by myself and not even mum and dad in the house. I mean, we don’t talk much, do we? You do your music and I do my art. We should talk to each other.’

‘I suppose.’ She was right. We did live in our own little worlds. ‘But you’ve got loads of friends.’ Actually, I was jealous of her and her friends. I only had one guy I was really friendly with and I never saw him outside school. I was too scared of girls to talk to them.

‘Oh, there’s the crowd I hang out with. You know them. They’re not exactly people you have meaningful conversations with. We just have a laugh together.’

‘Yeah.’

‘I mean, don’t you have a girlfriend, someone you can really talk to?’

‘No.’

‘That’s a shame.’ She looked as if she meant it. ‘Well, you can talk to me any time you want.’

‘What about?’

‘Anything.’ She waved her arms about to encompass the world. ‘For instance, why you’re so worried about the size of your penis.’

‘What?’

‘Well, you are, aren’t you?’

‘Yeah, but that doesn’t mean I want to discuss it with you.’

‘Why not? Who else is going to be sympathetic except your big sister? Come on, Charlie. You tell me about that and I’ll tell you why I haven’t got a boyfriend.’

‘Because you’re a lesbian?’ I didn’t think she was, but it suddenly occurred to me she might be.

She laughed. ‘No, I’m not. Not that I haven’t thought about it,’ she added. ‘I mean, Belle’s gorgeous, isn’t she? I see the way you look at her. No, it would spoil everything if we shagged. Anyway, they’re all screaming heteros, just like me.’

‘So why then?’

‘Because all the men I know are either juvenile or misogynists, that’s why,’ she said vehemently.

I’d never seen her suddenly so angry. ‘Which am I?’

‘Neither, of course.’ Then just as suddenly she was calm again. ‘Well, you can be annoying at times. But you’d never hurt a fly, Charlie. And no one could call you juvenile with a thing that size.’ She nodded at my groin. ‘Anyway, tell me why you’re embarrassed about it.’

‘Because I’m scared people will make fun of it like your mates did.’ Actually it felt a bit of a relief to get it out in the open. I’d never told anyone how I felt before then.

‘I can’t think why. Most men would be envious and most women would be excited – or scared.’

‘That’s not how your girlfriends reacted.’

‘They were surprised, that’s all. And they didn’t know what to do so they laughed, just like most people do when they’re confronted by something they haven’t seen before. They didn’t do it because they found it funny. They didn’t do it to poke fun at you.’

‘That’s not how it felt.’ I knew I sounded like a grumpy kid, but I couldn’t help it.

‘Well, I didn’t laugh when you posed for me, did I?’

‘That was different. It was just you.’

‘Believe me, Charlie, you’ve got nothing to be embarrassed about. I mean, I think it’s amazing. I’ve seen some really pathetic willies on life models and some pretty weird ones too. Yours is just great. I think you should be really proud of it.’ She grinned. ‘I only wish I could have done it justice when it was erect. But we’re not supposed to do pictures of that.’

‘Why not?’ I asked, more out of genuine curiosity than anything.

‘Some men have painted themselves with erect penises, but mostly they exaggerate anyway. If a woman paints one she’s regarded as a slut. We’re not supposed to find male anatomy attractive or we’re branded as little better than whores. Crazy, isn’t it?’

‘I suppose so.’

‘I mean, I don’t mind admitting I’m absolutely fascinated by men’s parts. Maybe it’s because I’m an artist, I don’t know. But I know I really wanted to take a good look when you were, you know, with the girls the other day. But I felt embarrassed to be too interested because, well, you are my brother.’ She gave me a look which I knew meant she was about to ask me a favour. ‘I don’t suppose you’d let me see it now, would you?’

‘You mean my cock?’ That was a request I wasn’t expecting.

‘To help you get over your embarrassment,’ she said quickly. ‘After all, you’ve already posed for me, so it’s not as if I haven’t seen everything before. Then I can convince you you’ve nothing to be ashamed of.’

‘Now? Here?’

‘Why not? Maybe it was my studio that put you off before. Maybe it’s better in your own room, where you feel more comfortable.’

She had a point. But it still felt a bit weird showing my cock to my sister. What if I got an erection?

‘And don’t worry if you get an erection,’ she said, as if reading my mind. ‘It’s nothing to be ashamed of.’

‘OK. If you’re really that interested. Do you want me to stand up?’

‘If it’s better for you.’

I stood up and dropped my jeans and boxers. My flaccid cock flopped out, all 8 inches of it. She stared at it. I could tell there was some remark hovering on the tip of her tongue, but she choked it off. She leaned forward in her chair. ‘It is big,’ she said eventually. ‘But it’s a good shape, Charlie. It’s perfect, really.’ She moved her head from side to side so she could see it from all angles. ‘You don’t feel embarrassed, do you?’

‘I guess not.’ It was weird standing with my jeans round my ankles while she examined my cock, but I didn’t feel embarrassed. Actually, I felt a bit proud that my sister was so fascinated.

‘Do you mind if I touch it?’

I shook my head and mumbled something.

She put out a finger and poked it so that it swung from one side to another. ‘It’s funny. At that size I’d have sworn it had to be erect, but it’s not, is it? It’s quite loose and floppy.’

I grunted agreement.

She put her thumb and forefinger round it. ‘I can only just get my fingers round it. It feels really thick.’ She put her whole hand round the shaft. ‘Look, my fingers barely meet.’ She looked up at me. ‘Are you sure it isn’t erect?’

‘Absolutely,’ I said.

She grinned. ‘You should be in porn movies or something.’

I made a face. I’d never been that interested in porn. All those women with their inflated tits didn’t turn me on at all. I preferred the natural look – like Belle. The memory of her naked went straight to my groin and I felt the beginnings of an erection.

‘Oh, it’s moving,’ said Em. ‘Are you getting naughty thoughts?’

‘I might be,’ I admitted, blushing. ‘I’d better get dressed.’ I bent to pull up my jeans.

‘No, don’t. Don’t be embarrassed. Besides I want to see how big it gets.’

‘Really?’

‘Of course. I’m fascinated. This is the first time I’ve examined one really close up.’

I shrugged and let my jeans drop again. Emily held my cock in her hand as it slowly stiffened and swelled. It was a good feeling. She held her hand in place as my cock rose, looking at it with her mouth partly open. I tried not to imagine her mouth closing on the head, but once the image was in my mind it wouldn’t go away. Within seconds I was hard and pointing at a steady 45 degrees.

‘Wow, that’s something.’ She put her other hand round the shaft as well. ‘Even with two hands I’m not covering it. How long is it now?’

‘I’ve never measured it.’ Which was a lie, but I wasn’t going to admit it to her.

‘Get a ruler,’ she said, her eyes wide.

I fumbled for a 16-inch ruler on my desk and she held it against my cock. ‘That’s got to be at least 10 inches. Fuck. How do you deal with it?’

‘With difficulty,’ I admitted.

‘I’m not surprised. God, it feels great though. All hard and stiff.’ She looked up at me. ‘You don’t mind me doing this, do you? Tell me if you want me to stop.’

I shook my head and grunted. I didn’t want her ever to stop. It felt too good.

She ran her fingers over the head. ‘This bit’s all smooth and soft. Does it hurt?’

‘That’s fine.’

‘It feels lovely, Charlie. You mustn’t ever feel worried about it.’

‘OK, I won’t.’

‘I love how hard it feels. And it’s so big. Some lucky girl is going to go wild over it one day.’ She grinned up at me. ‘Now I know what ‘hung like a horse’ means.’

I managed to smile back. Her hands were moving over my cock all the time, almost as if she wasn’t aware of it. I could feel my orgasm getting nearer. ‘I think you’d better stop now.’

‘Are you going to come?’

‘Probably.’

‘Should I let you go?’

‘I don’t want to make a mess.’

She smiled and didn’t let me go. ‘Don’t worry about that. I’d like to make you come. Would you mind? I didn’t really see it the other day. The girls said it was amazing. They’d never seen so much. I’d like to see it properly for myself.’

I could barely speak. ‘OK.’ Already I could feel the first spasm coming. Even as I felt it, my cock jerked and a jet of come landed on her arm.

‘Oh!’ She cupped a hand at the end of my cock and kept the other one moving slowly up and down it. Spurts of come shot into her palm.

‘Oh fuck.’ It felt fantastic. I was in ecstasy. I came and came until there was nothing left. Even then my cock twitched in her hand.

She looked at the hand containing the pool of come. ‘That’s amazing. I’ve never seen so much.’

‘Sorry.’

‘Don’t be sorry.’ She leaned forward and gave me a quick kiss on the cheek. ‘It’s lovely. You should be pleased you can produce so much.’

I managed to find a bunch of tissues. She wiped her hand and I pulled my jeans and boxers up.

She turned down her mouth. ‘It’s a shame you have to put it away. Doesn’t it feel uncomfortable?’

‘It’ll go down in a minute.’

She smiled. ‘Well, that’s your solution then.’

‘What is?’

‘Whenever you get a stiffy when you’re posing for me and the girls, you can just go and give yourself a hand-job, then it’ll go soft. Problem solved.’

Of course, I hadn’t agreed to pose for her again, let alone her girlfriends too, but she knew I would. I needed the money. Besides, she was right. Maybe to jerk off was the answer. Whatever, after that little episode I didn’t think I’d be as embarrassed in front of them as I’d been before.

A few days later I heard the girls arrive and troop up to the studio. It wasn’t long before Em was at my door asking if I minded posing for them again. I made a show of thinking about it and made sure I got the money up front before I agreed. But what teenage boy would have said no to stripping off in front of four beautiful girls? I was still nervous about getting an erection in front of them but I reminded myself I could always pretend I had to go to the loo then jerk off to get rid of it. They’d know what I was doing, of course, and giggle as usual, but I reckoned I could handle it.

I went up to the studio in my dressing gown and was surprised to see all the girls still dressed. The expression on my face must have given me away, because Belle said, ‘We thought we’d better not excite you with the sight of our naked bodies, Charlie.’ She gave me a hug and a peck on the cheek. ‘Yeah,’ chimed in Cass. ‘You know what happened last time.’

‘Huh,’ said Aggy, sporting her usual skintight sporty gear. ‘He’s a boy, isn’t he? He gets aroused by anything.’

‘Leave him alone,’ said Belle, hugging me tight. ‘He’s a sweetie.’ I didn’t know which was worse: to be accused of being a sex maniac or to be protected as if I was 10 years old. The latter was certainly more humiliating. Would these girls always be belittling me?

I was saved by my sister. ‘Come on, let’s get on with this. Charlie’s costing us money.’

They stuck me on the crates and told me to move this way and that until they’d got me standing in a pose they were all satisfied with. I tried to stare into the distance like they told me to, but my eyes kept wandering. Mainly to Belle who had kicked off her Doc Martens and was sitting with her legs splayed and her pad propped up on her knee, her mini-dress almost up above her bum. Aggy’s six-pack was nearly as much of a draw, bare between her leggings and her crop top. Cass’s full tits bulged against her low-cut top, her nipples obvious without a bra. Within ten minutes I could feel the familiar twitches from my cock. I knew I would soon have a stiffy, especially if the girls continued to stare so intently at my torso. I thought, not all of them could be drawing my cock, could they?

‘I’m just going to the loo,’ I announced when the tension proved too much.

‘Fuck,’ said Aggy, ‘you can’t go now. I’m just doing your legs.’

Cass sniggered. ‘He’s going for a wank. Poor Charlie can’t take it any more.’

Em said, ‘Let him go. He just needs a pee.’

‘Poor boy,’ said Aggy, grinning. ‘He’ll find it difficult with a stiffy.’

‘Don’t be mean,’ said Belle. ‘He can’t help finding us arousing.’

I was blushing and trying to get my dressing gown on, but Cass got up and held onto my hand. ‘Don’t go, Charlie. We can help you out the way we did last time if you like.’ She winked and turned to the others. ‘Can’t we, guys?’

They all looked at each other then laughed. ‘Sure,’ said Aggy. ‘Why not?’

‘Absolutely,’ said Belle. ‘Leave it to us, Charlie.’ She took the dressing gown and led me over to the low old-fashioned couch. ‘Sit down and get comfortable.’

‘You did him last time,’ protested Cass. ‘Let Aggy have a go.’

‘Oh yes, please,’ said Aggy, lasciviously licking her lips, which made the others burst out laughing.

In a moment I had Aggy and Belle either side of me on the couch and Cass behind me with her hands on my shoulders. I looked at my sister, but she just shrugged. ‘Don’t look at me. You can always just get up and go.’ Which was true but not very helpful. I didn’t know if the others were serious or if they were teasing. Was I going to get a proper hand-job or would they just get me erect then laugh?

Aggy put her hand round my cock. ‘Oo, naughty. It’s already getting hard.’

Fuck, that first touch was electric. Belle watched my face, smiling. ‘Go on, Charlie. Show us how big you get.’

Aggy stroked her hand up and down and pretty soon I was as hard as a stick of rock, all ten inches. Cass bent over me from behind. ‘Enjoying yourself, Charlie?’

I didn’t think she needed an answer so I didn’t give one. I looked at the girls. All three were looking at my cock. Aggy’s hand was moving slowly up and down, occasionally pausing at the top and playing with the crown. ‘Look, it’s winking at me.’

Belle kissed my cheek and tweaked my nipples and the feeling went right to my cock. I felt my muscles stiffen. ‘Go faster,’ she urged Aggy. ‘I think he’s going to come.’

‘What, so soon?’ Aggy’s hand moved quickly up and down my cock and I felt my orgasm start. I wanted to move but Cass was holding me down. It seemed to make the explosion more intense when my orgasm hit. Suddenly I was shooting all over Aggy’s hand and my bare stomach.

‘Oo, that was quick,’ she said, pumping me steadily.

I jerked and more come shot out of my cock.

‘Look at it all,’ murmured Belle.

Aggy knew exactly how fast to go to make me continue to come and I seemed to be shooting for at least a minute, though I don’t suppose it was anywhere near that. I just groaned with the pleasure of the release. When I’d finished, my come was everywhere.

‘There’s a good boy.’ Belle gave me a kiss on the cheek. ‘That’s better, isn’t it?’

Then all three were kissing me. I looked over at Emily, who was standing in front of me with her hand on her hip. ‘I don’t suppose there’s any chance you could do some modelling for us, is there? We are paying you, after all.’

‘Sorry.’ I got up, grabbed my dressing gown and went off to my bathroom to have a wash. I could hear girly laughter all the way down the stairs. When I went back up my cock was its normal flaccid size and I managed to keep it that way for the remainder of the session. At the end I got kisses from all the girls, even my big sister. That night I fantasised about Belle sucking my cock and had another orgasm.

After that I started looking forward to the modelling sessions. Well, who wouldn’t have? Instead of being embarrassed about displaying my cock, I even hoped I’d get an erection so one or other of the girls would give me a hand-job to get rid of it. But at the next session things didn’t turn out quite that way, not at first anyway. Posing for them naked I just couldn’t get hard, no matter what fantasies I tried to imagine. The problem was I’d been so turned on at the thought of what was to come I’d had a quick hand-job in my room beforehand. My cock stayed limp.

Course, it didn’t take long for the sarcastic remarks to start. ‘Charlie’s looking a bit tired tonight,’ ‘Must be all the exercise he’s been doing,’ etc etc.

I didn’t blush that much, though. By that time I’d got used to the way they talked about me as if I wasn’t there. In a way I actually liked it when they laughed at me. At least they weren’t ignoring me, which was what I got from most girls. They looked good when they laughed, even more beautiful than usual, especially Belle.

‘Charlie’s very quiet tonight,’ she said in a break from all the chatter and giggling.

‘I’m trying to rise above all your girl talk,’ I said, trying to join in.

‘Nothing’s rising that I can see,’ said Cass, looking pointedly at my groin.

‘Yeah,’ agreed Aggy. ‘It is a bit disappointing, isn’t it?’

‘Even unflattering,’ said Belle. ‘Don’t you find us a turn-on any more, Charlie?’

Emily laughed ironically. ‘I don’t think that’s true.’

‘Why’s he flopping about like that, then?’ said Belle. ‘It’s very unflattering.’ The girls laughed.

‘We could always strip off like before,’ suggested Cass. ‘That might get him going.’

‘Good idea,’ said Aggy. ‘I’m feeling a bit hot.’

‘Oh no,’ said Emily, but within a couple of minutes Aggy, Belle and Cass were stark naked.

‘Come on, Em,’ insisted Cass, get your kit off. Don’t be a party-pooper.’

‘He’s my brother,’ protested Emily, going red.

Cass looked at her. ‘You’ve been starkers in front of him before. What’s the big deal now?’

Aggy said, ‘Yeah, why are you going red?’

Cass sniggered. ‘Probably because she’s jerked him off herself.’

Emily went even more red. The others noticed and jumped to the obvious conclusion.

‘Oh my God,’ said Belle. ‘You did.’

‘I didn’t,’ Em protested, looking purple. But she was almost grinning too.

‘Maybe not just now,’ said Cass, ‘but you have done him before, haven’t you? Come on, be honest.’

My sister tried to look ashamed but didn’t succeed. ‘I just wanted to see what it was like. Charlie didn’t mind.’

‘You dirty girl,’ said Aggy, laughing.

‘Yeah, what a slut,’ said Belle, joining in.

‘You pervert,’ added Cass. ‘Your own brother.’ Then they were all laughing like drains and Emily was taking her jeans off.

With their clothes scattered everywhere the naked girls advanced on me. They led me to the couch and Cass took the space next to me. ‘My turn,’ she announced, taking hold of my stirring cock.

Emily wanted to stand behind the couch, but Belle and Aggy sat her on the other side of me. ‘You can tell me if I’m doing it wrong,’ said Cass.

Belle grinned. ‘She’ll probably want to join in.’

‘I won’t,’ protested Em.

‘Huh,’ scoffed Aggy. She and Belle positioned themselves behind the couch, leaning over so they could get a good view. They each gave me a kiss on the cheek. ‘You just lie back and enjoy yourself,’ murmured Belle in my ear. It sounded as if she really meant it. I could feel her tits resting on my shoulders.

Cass started stretching my foreskin up and down and gradually I felt my cock stiffen. It felt a bit reluctant after my recent orgasm, but it was recovering fast. She stroked the head with her fingertips a few times then used both hands to stroke the shaft. Soon all ten inches were hard.

‘That’s better.’

She continued with two hands but I could tell it was difficult with her sitting beside me. She let go one hand. ‘Help me, Em.’

‘I can’t,’ protested my sister.

‘Go on,’ encouraged Belle, ‘you know you want to.’

‘But he’s my brother.’

‘So what? It didn’t stop you before, did it?’

‘Oh God,’ Em muttered but she put her hand on my cock below Cass’s. I gave an unintelligible moan. It felt lovely to have two different hands on my cock.

‘Shh,’ murmured Belle, putting her hand over my mouth. ‘We’ll have no noise from you. They’re concentrating.’

It was an added thrill having my mouth covered. Not that I couldn’t breathe or anything. But I pretended to feel restrained and made some protesting noises.

‘Shh,’ said Belle louder. I obeyed.

I didn’t want to come as quickly as I had before. I wanted the great feeling to last as long as possible. Cass and Em were doing wonderful things to my cock. Cass would stroke it while Em played with the head, then they’d swap.

‘Do you like me and your sister playing with your cock, Charlie?’ asked Cass with a grin.

I nodded and made a noise. Belle tightened her grip over my mouth. ‘I thought I told you to be quiet.’

‘Don’t suffocate the poor boy,’ laughed Aggy.

‘Isn’t it meant to make orgasms more intense?’ said Belle. ‘I’m only helping. Aren’t I, Charlie?’

I mumbled something, which she took to be agreement.

‘See?’ she said. ‘He loves it.’

I didn’t know about being stopped from speaking, but I certainly loved what Cass and my big sister were doing. My legs straightened as I felt my orgasm coming. I moaned louder.

‘He’s going to come,’ exclaimed Cass. ‘Go faster, Em. Let’s make it a big one.’

They both speeded their movements and within seconds I was coming all over their hands. I moaned against Belle’s hand and my middle jerked up and down as the come shot out of me. Fuck, it was amazing.

‘Good boy,’ said Belle, removing her hand from my face and giving me a wet kiss on the mouth. Her lips felt soft and sexy and her kiss prompted another jet of come.

‘Belle!’ said Aggy, looking at her in pretend shock.

Belle blushed. ‘He deserves a kiss after all that hard work.’

‘He doesn’t seem to be complaining,’ said Aggy. ‘Look at all that come.’

‘Fuck,’ I muttered as the last drops of come dribbled out of the end of my cock.

‘Language,’ said Belle, slapping me lightly on the shoulder.

‘Sorry.’

They all laughed.

My sister held up her hand shiny with come. ‘Can someone get me a cloth?’

‘I wonder what it tastes like,’ said Cass, looking at her own hand.

‘Yeuch,’ said Aggy, making a face.

Cass spread her fingers and licked the tip of one.

‘Well?’ asked Belle.

‘Doesn’t taste of much at all,’ said Cass. ‘It’s supposed to be good for the skin, though. All that protein.’ She started spreading the come all over her tits.

The others watched her open-mouthed. It looked very sexy.

I felt exhausted. I slumped back on the couch between Cass and Em and closed my eyes.

‘Poor Charlie,’ I heard Belle say. ‘He looks completely fucked.’

They all laughed. I heard a tap running. When I opened my eyes Em was wiping her hand with a damp cloth. Cass took it from her and wiped her own.

‘What about Charlie?’ said Belle. ‘Shouldn’t we clean him up too?’ She took the cloth from Cass, sat in Em’s place next to me and wiped it up and down my cock and over my stomach. ‘We can’t have you all covered in come, can we?’

My cock was still erect when she’d finished. I wasn’t surprised, seeing as how I was still surrounded by four beautiful naked girls.

Belle let it go and it stayed upright. ‘Oo, look at that. It’s amazing.’

Aggy said, ‘Maybe we should give him another go.’

‘You’ll spoil him,’ said Em. ‘He’s had his treat. Besides, he’ll never come so soon after that one.’

Belle said, ‘Well, I don’t mind trying. We can’t draw him in that state anyway.’

‘Belle,’ said Cass, laughing, ‘you’re such a slut.’

‘I know,’ agreed Belle, taking my cock in her hand again. ‘But I like the feel of it.’

‘I bet you do,’ agreed Cass. ‘You’re so horny you’d probably let him fuck you.’

‘Well, wouldn’t you?’

‘Oh my God,’ said Aggy. ‘You would.’

‘Stop teasing him,’ said Emily. ‘Leave him alone.’

‘We’re not teasing,’ said Belle. ‘Are we, Charlie?’

I shook my head and mumbled something, though the truth was I thought she was teasing. Thinking of actually fucking Belle made my cock even stiffer, which of course she immediately noticed.

‘Oh Charlie,’ she said, putting on a stern look, ‘you’ve gone even harder. Does the thought of fucking me get you excited?’

I didn’t trust myself to speak. I nodded and went red.

‘You can’t, Belle,’ protested my sister. ‘He’s only a boy.’

‘He’s legal. Besides, he’s very big for his age.’

They all laughed, even Em. All the time Belle was steadily pumping my cock. Even after coming so recently it felt great. Feeling suddenly brave, I leant over and kissed one of her nipples.

‘Oo Charlie,’ she said, pretending to be shocked, ‘that’s very forward.’

‘Don’t look so surprised,’ said Cass. ‘You’re practically pushing your tits in his face.’

‘I am not,’ protested Belle. But she didn’t move away. Instead she twisted round a bit and said, ‘You can kiss the other one too if you like.’

I did and felt the nipple harden in my mouth.

‘Do you like kissing my tits, Charlie?

I nodded.

‘I can’t believe I’m watching this,’ said Emily. But she looked more as if she were enjoying the sight than she was shocked by it.

Cass leant towards me the other side. ‘Do you want to kiss mine too, Charlie?’

I nodded and mumbled a yes then her nipples were in my mouth. At first they were smaller than Belle’s but then they swelled and went just as hard. When I released them they were all red. Then Aggy bent over the back of the couch so that her tits were either side of my face. They were smaller and firmer than the others but tasted just as sweet.

‘What about yours, Em?’ she said, smirking at her. ‘He’s a nice kisser.’

‘No way,’ said Em. ‘He’s my brother.’

‘That didn’t stop you giving him a hand-job,’ Cass pointed out.

‘Well, I was curious.’

‘You were horny, you mean,’ smirked Aggy.

‘Well, he’s not kissing my tits and that’s that.’

‘Sorry Charlie,’ said Belle. ‘You’ll just have to make do with us.’

I turned down my mouth and they all laughed. I put my hand on Belle’s tit and wrapped my lips round the nipple.

She pretended to be shocked. ‘Oh, now he can’t get enough.’

‘Don’t make out you don’t like it,’ grinned Aggy. ‘You’re practically pushing them down his throat.’

‘Well, he’s hungry,’ Belle answered. ‘Or thirsty. Whatever.’

‘Oh dear, she’s so turned on she can’t think straight,’ said Cass.

Belle was still slowly pumping my cock, but although it felt great, I knew I wouldn’t come. I carried on holding and kissing her tits. She didn’t mind. If anything, she seemed to be pressing them towards me like Aggy claimed. Her arm was at full stretch to reach my cock and eventually she let it go. Immediately I felt another hand on it. It was Cass’s.

‘Getting tired, Belle?’ she asked.

‘I shouldn’t hog it,’ said Belle. ‘I don’t mind you having another go.’

I took a break from sucking Belle’s nipples and watched Cass playing with my cock. Em, Aggy and Belle looked on. ‘Why don’t you kiss it?’ suggested Belle. ‘I think Charlie would like that.’

Cass grinned. ‘I might just do that. I’ve never had one this big before.’

‘Oh God,’ muttered Em. ‘You can’t.’

Of course, that was just the kind of challenge Cass loved. ‘Can’t I? Just you watch.’ She bent forward and kissed the crown of my cock. I would have preferred it if it had been Belle, but even so I nearly jumped off the couch with the sudden pleasure of it. Cass kissed and licked along the shaft then opened her mouth and took the head between her lips. Jesus.

‘Oh my God,’ muttered Em again, but she couldn’t tear her eyes away.

‘Go for it,’ urged Aggy. ‘See how much you can take.’

Cass slowly lowered her mouth until half my cock had disappeared. I felt her tongue exploring the crown. Belle murmured in my ear, ‘Do you like that?’

I could only nod. She took my face in her hands and planted a kiss on my mouth. Her lips were slack and moist. Her tongue came into my mouth and searched for mine. She pressed harder against me as if she was really turned on. I could almost kid myself it was her who really wanted to give me a blow-job, but to have her kiss me so passionately while Cass was sucking my cock was amazing and fantastic. When she released me she announced to the others, ‘I think he likes having his cock sucked.’

Aggy laughed. ‘I’d never have guessed.’

‘I think you’re all being disgusting,’ said my sister. ‘Leave him alone.’

‘Why?’ said Belle. ‘He loves it.’

‘It’s not him I’m thinking of,’ said Em. ‘You’re enjoying teasing him.’

‘We’re not teasing,’ said Belle. She took my hand and put my fingers in her mouth. I felt her tongue wetting them then she put my hand on her stomach and slid it down between her open thighs. ‘Are we, Charlie?’

I shook my head mutely. I could feel folds of soft flesh. ‘Is this the first pussy you’ve ever touched?’ she murmured in my ear.

I nodded.

‘I’m glad,’ she said and smiled. She pressed my fingers harder and the folds parted. I felt hard bone covered by softer flesh made damp by my wet fingers. She pushed my hand down then up and down further. The flesh opened into a hole. ‘That’s it,’ she murmured. ‘Put your finger inside.’

I was so excited my hand was trembling, but she didn’t seem to mind. I put my middle finger inside her and felt the soft wet flesh close around it. Everything was suddenly sopping and warm. I couldn’t believe I was finger-fucking the beautiful Belle. A low moan came from somewhere inside her and I realised she was actually enjoying it.

‘Belle,’ I heard my sister say. She looked shocked but couldn’t tear her eyes away.

Belle kissed me again on the mouth. ‘Do you like my pussy?’ She looked down at where my hand was locked between her thighs.

I nodded and muttered, ‘Yes.’

‘Put another finger in.’ She pushed my hand further down and let out another deep moan.

Cass raised her head from my cock. ‘I can’t get any more in. He’s too big.’

‘Never mind,’ said Aggy. ‘I think Belle’s got another place for it to go.’

‘You can’t,’ my sister protested. ‘He’s never…’

I knew what she was about to say and I blushed in anticipation.

‘Oh Charlie,’ said Cass, ‘are you still a virgin?’

I don’t know why I was embarrassed by the admission. I was only eighteen, after all.

‘Are you?’ asked Belle.

I nodded.

‘Would you like your first time to be with me?’

I nodded.

‘You can’t, Belle,’ my sister protested again, but there was more excitement in her voice than condemnation.

‘Oh shut up, Em,’ said Cass. ‘If they both want to fuck, why not? I’d like to see Charlie lose his cherry, wouldn’t you, Aggy?’

‘Sure, why not,’ agreed Aggy.

Belle looked at me. ‘Do you want to fuck me, Charlie?’

I nodded.

She drew my hand out from between her legs and kissed the fingers. ‘Lie down then.’

She and Cass got up and made me lie down on my back on the couch. Belle knelt astride me, bent down and kissed me, then taking my cock in her hand, angled it between her thighs. I felt the head rub against the lips of her pussy. Then she lowered her hips and I felt my cock slide into the warmth of her pussy. Fuck, it felt amazing.

‘Go for it, Belle,’ said Cass. She knelt beside the couch and watched as my cock slipped between Belle’s bum cheeks.

‘It feels huge,’ breathed Belle, smiling at me. I looked down and saw that only half my cock was inside her. She raised then lowered herself again. A little more of my cock disappeared. ‘Oh fuck,’ she muttered. ‘I can’t take any more.’

Cass’s eyes were bright. ‘What’s it feel like?’

‘Big.’ She smiled down at me again.

Aggy came round the couch and knelt beside Cass. She put her arm under my head and angled it up. ‘Can you see better now?’

I muttered something and she gave me a kiss. ‘How’s it feel to be having your first fuck?’

‘Fantastic,’ I said. I could barely think for the feeling of Belle’s pussy wrapped round my cock. It was so much better than I’d imagined in my fantasies.

‘Go on then,’ said Cass eagerly. ‘Fuck him, Belle.’

Belle started moving up and down and I felt my cock sliding in and out of her clutching pussy. I could feel every ridge, every little ripple of flesh. My cock felt more alive than it had ever been. I wanted to come but knew I wouldn’t. I wondered if I’d ever come again. Belle started to move faster. I tried to match her movements, but she muttered. ‘Don’t move. Let me do it.’ She grabbed my hands and pressed them on to her tits. She closed her eyes and her moans got louder. She suddenly speeded up her movements.

Cass said,’Oh, she’s going to come.’

‘Way to go, Belle,’ said Aggy.

Then Belle went rigid and her thighs tightened round my middle. ‘Oh fuck, I’m coming,’ she muttered, her body jerking uncontrollably. She fell forward and buried her face in my neck as the orgasm took her over. She moaned and moaned until slowly it passed and she lay still.

‘Wow,’ I heard Cass say after a while.

‘Yeah, wow,’ agreed Belle. She lifted her face and gave me a long slow kiss. ‘Thank you, Charlie. That was amazing.’

‘Did he come?’ Aggy wanted to know.

‘I don’t think so,’ said Belle. ‘Did you?’ she asked me.

I shook my head. ‘Sorry.’ I don’t know why I said sorry but I had the feeling Belle, at least, would have been flattered if I had come.

‘Oh, poor Charlie,’ said Aggy. ‘Maybe I should have a go.’

They all laughed.

‘Why not?’ said Belle, smiling at me. ‘I bet he’s still hard.’

‘OK, out the way then,’ said Aggy, standing up.

Belle slowly eased my cock out of her and they all looked to make sure it was still erect. ‘Oo, nice,’ said Aggy, climbing onto the couch in place of Belle.

‘Don’t,’ I heard my sister say, but no one took any notice.

Aggy, being more athletic, didn’t kneel either side of me like Belle. Instead she planted her feet on the couch and squatted. She reached for my cock, but Cass was there first. ‘I want to,’ she said.

‘OK,’ said Aggy.

Cass held my cock upright and Aggy lowered her middle onto it until the head was touching her pussy. Belle knelt in her place beside the couch and kissed me as I felt Aggy’s hairless pussy slowly envelope my cock. Fuck, it felt glorious.

‘Do you like that?’ Belle asked me.

I couldn’t do much more than nod.

Together we watched Aggy slowly lower and raise herself, my cock appearing and disappearing into her warm pussy. ‘What a lucky boy,’ Belle said, smiling. She kissed me and tweaked my nipples. I felt Cass’s hand cupping and caressing my balls. Aggy’s fucking was much more controlled than Belle’s. She even had control over her pussy muscles, which she could contract and relax so that it felt like she was milking my cock. It felt good but it wasn’t as sexy as when I’d been fucking Belle. I felt almost as if I was just there for her to enjoy herself. She put a hand down onto her pussy and played with herself and it wasn’t long before she started to come too. It was a really subdued affair, almost without any movement on her part, except for a sudden stiffening of her legs. She closed her eyes and sighed and stayed in the same position for about a minute. I could feel her pussy going through contractions, but if it wasn’t for that I wouldn’t have known she was coming at all.

‘That was lovely, Charlie. Thank you.’

Cass said, ‘Did he come?’

‘Nope,’ said Aggy.

‘My turn then,’ said Cass.

‘I can’t believe I’m watching this,’ I heard Em say. ‘This’ll probably scar him for life.’

‘But in a good way,’ said Cass, laughing.

‘I think he can take it,’ said Belle, stroking hair from my forehead and kissing me. I loved her kisses. They were really affectionate.

Cass took Aggy’s place and knelt like Belle had. Fucking her was fast and furious. It was like she was afraid I might come before she’d had a chance to and was determined to get there first. She supported herself with her hands on my chest and went up and down on my cock like she was on a trampoline or something. By this time my cock was feeling a bit numb and I wanted her to come almost as much as she did. I tried to help by matching her thrusts and after a while it seemed to do the trick. She was perspiring and gasping and had her face screwed up almost as if she was in pain. Then she was crying out, ‘Oh fuck, yes, I’m coming!’ and she went into paroxysms. She rubbed her pelvic bone against mine until it almost hurt and didn’t stop jerking about until it was completely over. Even then she kept on moving occasionally, saying, ‘I can still feel it. Fuck, fuck.’

When she eventually got off me, all four of us sat on the couch, me between Belle and Aggy, Cass beside Aggy. Belle kissed me. ‘Did you enjoy that, Charlie?’

‘Oh yeah. You’re amazing. And beautiful.’

‘Ah, thank you,’ she said, giving me a kiss.

We all looked at my cock, which was still standing proud and stiff. ‘Poor thing,’ said Cass. ‘It still hasn’t come.’

My sister was standing by the sink pretending to wash some brushes and trying to ignore us. She turned to see the girls all looking at her. ‘What?’ she said, blushing.

‘Your little brother still hasn’t come,’ Cass said.

‘So?’

‘Well, we’ve all fucked him,’ said Aggy.

‘No!’ said Em, realising what they were suggesting. ‘No way.’

‘Why not?’ said Cass. ‘You know you want to.’

‘I can’t.’

‘Yes, you can,’ said Aggy. ‘Of course you can.’

‘He’s my brother, for fuck’s sake.’

‘So what?’ scoffed Cass. ‘We’re not going to tell. Besides, you’ve already jacked him off. It’s not like you’ve never done anything with him.’

‘That was different.’

Cass and Aggy went over and tried to persuade her. Belle said to me. ‘Do you want to fuck her? You don’t have to if you don’t want to.’

I wasn’t keen on fucking my sister, but the girls seemed so enthusiastic about it and somehow I didn’t want to spoil the mood. I’d fucked the three girls. I was grown up. I was one of their crowd.

‘I can’t and that’s final,’ I heard Em say, which saved me the trouble of thinking up an answer. She grabbed her clothes and walked over to the door. ‘I’m going to the bathroom.’

‘Shame,’ said Cass when she’d gone. ‘I was looking forward to seeing a bit of incest.’

‘Me too,’ said Aggy.

‘We should get dressed,’ said Belle, ‘otherwise Charlie might start getting ideas again.’

They laughed and with that one remark I felt like a kid again. Suddenly I felt embarrassed sitting there with no clothes on and my cock still standing up. I grabbed my dressing gown, muttered something about cleaning myself up and was gone.

I don’t know what happened after I left, but that was the last time I modelled for my sister. I didn’t mind too much, given I’d fucked Aggy, Cass and the gorgeous Belle. To say it put a bit of a strain on our relationship would be an understatement. With mum and dad around, she was ultra-polite so they never suspected anything. But when it was just us in the house, she kept well away, unless it was to be sarcastic about something I’d said or done. Her friends still came to the studio and occasionally Belle would pop her head round my door and say hello. But I could never think of anything to say to her. I would hear them all laughing in Em’s studio and I’d feel embarrassed that they were laughing at me and jealous because I wasn’t with them.

Years passed. I went to college, joined a band, made an album that sold, oh, at least 44 copies, left the band, bummed around South America for a while, had a couple of girlfriends, got a job with a music publisher and moved into a flat-share in London with a couple who couldn’t afford the rent on their own. Em finished art college and had an exhibition with about five other girls a couple of years later. For a while they were famous, the London Girls they were called, and she sold a few pictures for far too much money. She hitched up with some other artist guy 20 years older than her and moved to his big house in the country. When they married I was invited – along with mum and dad and a whole mob of friends and relations – to admire the happy couple.

Belle found me in the garden having a swig from a purloined bottle of champagne, glad to be away from the overwhelming noise of congratulations. She looked stunning. She was wearing a brightly patterned dress that showed off her tits and revealed just the right amount of her perfect legs. There was an empty glass in her hand.

‘Hello Charlie,’ she said. ‘I thought I might find you out here.’

‘Hello Belle. No Doc Martens? No leather jacket?’

‘I thought I’d dress down for the occasion,’ she said, sitting beside me on the garden bench. ‘Do you mind?’

‘About the shoes and jacket or about you sitting down?’

‘About sharing that bottle of champagne.’

‘Sorry.’ I poured her a glass. She sipped it and I took a swig from the bottle. ‘Sorry about drinking from the bottle.’

She laughed. ‘Still apologising, Charlie?’

I hadn’t heard that laugh for ten years and it did something to me.

‘So what have you been doing since…?’ I meant since I’d lost my virginity with her, but didn’t think I had to spell it out. I also knew exactly what she’d been doing, but didn’t want her to know that.

‘You mean, since we all fucked?’ She laughed again. ‘Oh, this and that. What about you?’

I gave her the expurgated version, namely the version that excluded all the remembering that amazing time in my sister’s studio and the sleepless nights thinking of her kneeling astride me naked. I got the impression from the way she was looking at me that I wasn’t telling her anything new.

‘So you’ve grown up,’ she said, looking at me, half-smiling. ‘It suits you.’

I half-smiled back, wondering what she was half-amused by. ‘Do you see anything of the others?’

She waved a hand dismissively. ‘Cass is still the same. Up for anything. Aggy does marathons. Last I heard she was trying for the Olympics.’

‘Impressive,’ I said.

‘Really?’ she said, raising an eyebrow.

I laughed. ‘You’re right. Running sucks.’

She laughed too and took another sip of champagne. My eyes were drawn to the swell of her tits against her dress. She noticed and smiled but didn’t say anything.

‘I missed you,’ I said, meaning it.

She grinned. ‘I’m sure they’d be glad to know that.’

‘I mean you, not Aggy or Cass,’ I said, annoyed that she’d chosen to misunderstand me.

‘Really?’

‘Don’t you believe me?’

‘Maybe,’ she said. ‘All these years and you never got in touch.’

‘Well, we weren’t exactly friends.’

‘Weren’t we?’

‘You were older. You always made me feel like a kid.’

‘Did I?’ She actually looked genuinely surprised. ‘I didn’t mean to.’ She took a sip of her drink.

I didn’t want to be reminded of the embarrassment of that time and said, ‘I follow you on social media.’

‘Do you? I follow you too.’

That surprised me. ‘That must be pretty boring. I never do anything interesting.’

‘Don’t you?’ she said, smiling at me.

I had the feeling we were fencing with each other but couldn’t work out why. I didn’t know why I didn’t just come out with it and tell her I’d been crazily in love with her for the last ten years and the chance of seeing her was the only reason I’d come to this bloody wedding. I suppose I was afraid she’d laugh at me or think I was some kind of stalker. I took a swig of champagne. ‘You always seem to be doing interesting things,’ I said. She worked at the Tate full-time looking after collections of drawings, but had also carried on painting and had once had an exhibition in a small gallery in the East End. I went along to it one evening. Most of the pictures were very unfashionable figure studies, some of women but the majority of male torsos. Some of them looked a bit like me. There didn’t seem to be any ‘sold’ stickers on the catalogue, so I bought one, even though I couldn’t afford it. ‘You’re still painting, anyway.’

‘More fool me.’

‘Well, I like them.’

‘Oh, where…?’ She never put them on the Internet so needed a moment to work out how I could have seen them. ‘So you went to that exhibition.’

‘Yes. I even bought one.’

‘So it was you,’ she laughed. ‘What made you traipse halfway across London?’

I decided to tell her the truth despite feeling that it would provoke little reaction. ‘I thought I might see you.’

‘Why? Did you think we might fuck?’ It sounded like that was furthest from her mind.

‘Of course not. I just wanted to see you.’ I took a swig of champagne to cover my disappointment, because that was exactly what I had thought.

‘Why?’

‘Why does anyone want to see anyone?’ I said. ‘Because I like you.’

‘Because you like me,’ she repeated.

‘Because I more than like you,’ I said.

‘Oh,’ she said. She turned away from me and I thought for one sickening moment that she was going to get up and leave. But she looked into the distance for a moment, then put her glass down on the ground and turned back to me. ‘I’m sorry, Charlie. I’ve been teasing you.’

‘Old habits die hard, I guess,’ I said.

‘Yes, perhaps they do. I don’t mean it.’ There was a pause but she didn’t look away. ‘Do you want to know what I’ve really been doing these last ten years?’

‘OK.’

‘I’ve been waiting.’

‘What for?’

‘Can’t you guess?’

‘I don’t know. Someone to recognise your genius? Fame? Fortune? A rich benefactor with a taste for male nudes? Mr Right?’

She laughed. ‘Almost.’

‘You’ve got me,’ I said. ‘I give up.’

‘You, you idiot, Charlie. I’ve been waiting for you.’

For a moment I couldn’t get my head round what she was saying. ‘What? I mean, why?’

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‘Fur fuck’s sake,’ she said. ‘Kiss me.’

So I kissed her. Her lips tasted of champagne. She opened them and our tongues met. Our arms went round each other and her beautiful body pressed against mine. I could feel every curve of it through the thin material of her dress. It was like a shot of adrenalin. I felt as if I had suddenly come alive after ten years of being in a waking coma. All that longing, frustration and aimlessness that had been my life since being a teenager just melted away. She was there in my arms. I wanted her and she wanted me.

‘Do you think we could sneak out without anyone noticing?’ I asked when we finally stopped kissing.

‘Let’s go to my studio,’ she said.

I laughed. ‘Do you want me to model for you?’

‘Of course I do.’ She kissed me again. ‘But after we’ve fucked, please.’

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