Lisa looked at the sketches sitting on the easels spread out around her.
At age 28, she was managing to make a living with her God given talent, even if her work was far from spiritual. An art degree and many long hours had finally translated into a reputation for sincere and well presented personal sketches. Several sets of her sketches had been bought for the purpose of decorating halls in various places.
Off to the side, sitting on the table, leaned back against the wall, was the best of the bunch so far. Ali was a natural. She was very pretty, and yet she still exuded a unique innocence and sensuality at the same time. That was rare.
Like so many, she'd been uncomfortable at posing nude to begin with, but she'd quickly gotten over that.
Lisa stepped back and bit her lip as she compared angles on two of the sketches. Light shading could make a profound difference if it was done differently, and Lisa didn't want to waste these drawings. Her newest young model had served to inspire some beautiful nude sketches; the modest curves of her breasts, the flat of her belly followed by the gentle descent down between her legs. And even on paper, the sensuality. Ali, even her image in shades of gray, made Lisa's pulse quicken, and as Lisa pressed her thighs together and ran a hand across her breast, she smiled and admitted to herself again that she did indeed find the young girl attractive.
And tomorrow, she reminded herself, she's bringing her boyfriend with her to pose. Ali had initially resisted the term, 'boyfriend,' finally yielding to it just to bring closure to the issue of who the young man was to her.
Lisa turned away from the sketches and walked over to the edge of her bench, shrugging her shoulders back as her shirt fell away from her body. She pulled the drawstring on her shorts, and they fell to the floor. If she'd been wearing a bra, Lisa would have shed it, but she wasn't wearing one. She liked working wearing as little as possible. Her thumbs hooked into the waist band of her panties and she pushed them down from her hips.
She enjoyed drawing and painting nude. It was liberating.
She looked at the sketches again and picked up her pencils.
This one, she thought. In it, Ali lay reclining, her legs spread gently apart, revealing her sex.
Slowly, with concentration and skill beyond what most possess, Lisa applied the points of her tools, and over the next couple of hours, her sketches came to life.
Night fall.
Lisa picked up her clothes and walked slowly across the floor of her studio into the area she claimed as a living space. Throwing herself down onto her bed, she looked out the window at the starry sky as shadows danced across her naked body.
What would tomorrow bring? she wondered. Would Ali's modeling partner lend himself as well to the sketches? Would they have it? Would they have that magical chemistry that makes mere sketches of couples come alive with sensuality?
Her fingers traced around her hardening nipples and she hoped.
The next morning, Lisa was up and out of bed earlier than usual. In and out of the shower, she waltzed into her kitchen naked and grabbed something to eat before going to get dressed.
And then, nervous anticipation.
Finally, Ali and her partner, Tommy arrived.
He was a good looking boy. Like Ali, his physique had not filled out completely yet, but Lisa could see he would be quite handsome when he did.
The first round of posing went well, and all too soon, it was time to call it a day.
Lisa watched as the two young people walked away to their car, and she thought to herself, they're so at ease together.
She ate a quick dinner and then returned to her sketches. She knew she already had several of Ali's nudes sold. Tomorrow, she'd move them towards doing nude sketches posed together.
The next morning, Ali and Tommy arrived right on time, and after picking up where they'd left off, Lisa steered them into more personal, intimate poses.
Lisa immediately knew she had a winner. The ease they felt together translated very well into a relaxed presence in front of the easel.
Near the end of the day, she propositioned them. Would they pose nude for her? Together?
They left that afternoon, saying they'd think about it.
They came back the next morning, ready to move forward, ready to pose nude for her pencils.
Lisa started them off slowly, working toward the goal.
Shortly, they stood together, not quite in an embrace, the only piece of cloth between her breasts and his chest her bikini top.
Ali seemed nervous.
And then... what did he say?
Sis?
Lisa stopped, lifting her pencil from the paper.
Were these two brother and sister?
Tommy said he was just encouraging Ali to relax, and Lisa dismissed her thought.
Later, Lisa pulled Ali to where the completed sketches rested.
She was embarrassed. What girl, especially one on the verge of posing nude with her boyfriend would ever protest him seeing her nude? Yet she'd clearly expressed apprehension about Tommy seeing her nude sketches. Their hands joined, and Ali's body language indicated she'd relaxed, and then it was time for them to begin posing in a manner that suggested true intimacy.
They exchanged hushed small talk as Lisa sketched.
Her pencil stopped.
Sis.
That diminutive word again.
