54–My Stepbrother Wants To Paint Me N*ked.
Nora:
“Are you always that horny, or is it just certain days of the month?” he mumbled with difficulty, the brush still between his lips.
I shook my head, instantly feeling guilty for staring at him like a thirsty person. I heard him chuckle, then watched as he casually tossed aside. his black shirt, hitting me in the face with it, his scent almost overwhelming.
“You can sniff it all you want. That’s all you can get for now,” he joked, laughing as he teased me, and I pouted. I threw the shirt onto the couch and groaned.
“You’re not supposed to talk to your stepsister like that, you know,” I grunted at him.
“Huh? And my stepsister is allowed to lust over me?” His question made my jaw drop.
“Don’t look so surprised. You’re always lurking around whenever I’m working.”
I knew what he was talking about. It was those days when I would accidentally, or maybe purposely, spy on him.
“I was just curious about your work,” I rolled my eyes, jumping onto the high stool where his models usually sat.
He uncovered one painting to work on, and I grimaced at its content.
“Wow! No wonder you’re always horny,” I decided to tease him, commenting on the uncomfortable painting. It depicted a she–wolf in mid–transition, n*ked with her boobs hanging down as she was on all
fours.
“Hmm,” it seemed he had already lost interest in talking to me, now busy making strokes on the canvas.
I watched his muscular back, noticing a little something on the side of his ribs in the back. There was a tattoo or birthmark. I couldn’t tell. But it was indeed very intriguing to watch.
“Quit staring at me, it’s inappropriate. Go make me a drink,” he commanded, not even turning around. I scoffed at him for thinking I would prepare a drink for him.
I continued to wag my legs until he stopped what he was doing to formally turn around and give me a glance.
In those few seconds of him glancing at me, I felt like I needed to obey him. I quickly jumped off the stool and reached for his mini–bar.
“What am I supposed to do?” I was busy checking out bottles and what to do when he came from behind me and leaned over, his body pressing against my back.
He reached for a bottle of vodka, elderflower liqueur, fresh cucumber, mint leaves, and a lemon. He started by muddling some cucumber slices and mint leaves in the bottom of our cocktail shaker and as he did, he leaned on me from the back a little. I got to see his face from the side and oh Lord, he was so s*xy.
As he gently mashed the cucumber and mint, his bottom grinded against my back and sweet Moon Goddess, I was feeling like I would let out some moans at any point now. And then he added everything in
the shaker and started shaking it. I closed my eyes when he made me hold the shaker while circling his gigantic hands around my small hand and began the shaking to teach me.
Finally, he stepped away and poured himself the drink, coming in front
of me now.
“This is how you make my favorite drink,” he mumbled, taking a sip while not breaking eye contact with me.
“Oh!” I uttered.
“You’re not very nosy tonight. What happened?” I didn’t think he would notice that I was down. I was more like a bit turned on but that. part I didn’t want to focus on.
“Well, I’m not the nosy one,” I rolled my eyes, still standing in front of him as he savored the drink.
“Hmm! The nosy one is your friend, right?” he asked, but when he was about to take a sip, I noticed a very nasty smirk on his lips.
It was as if he had an intuition that he already knew I was upset about that conversation.
“Why would you paint my friend n*ked? I don’t want my stepbrother to make her go n*ked and then-” I paused when he raised his brow
“What do you think I do here?” he scoffed.
“I am not a child,” I broke eye contact, and as I attempted to flee his gaze, he grabbed my arm and pulled me back.
“I don’t sleep with my models, nobody has the spark to make me go commando,” he hissed before pushing me back.
And just like that, I had already pissed him off.
“I was just worried because Natalya is-” I uttered but got interrupted. by him.
“I want to paint her innocence, that’s all,” he shrugged.
“Huh! By taking off her clothes?” I couldn’t directly tell him that she was the kind of a person who would take any gesture seriously. I mean, even if she didn’t tell me this herself, I could tell she wanted to get
everyone’s attention and he was not the type to focus on anyone but his art or himself.
He would make her go n*ked, and then she would be crying for his attention. I knew her that much. I saw how desperately she craved April’s attention and what happened when that didn’t land well.
“Shut up! I’m done talking to you,” however, his sudden outburst left me feeling humiliated. I stood behind him in silence while he continued his painting for a few minutes before I decided I was done here.
Screw safety!
I started walking towards the door when I heard him grunt.
“Where are you going?”
I avoided him, but before I could march out of his studio, he grabbed my arm and shoved me against the wall. He did it so quickly and effortlessly that I couldn’t even complain.
It seemed normal, but what didn’t seem normal was the fact that he dropped the brush before he placed his hand above my head on the wall and leaned in on my face.
“What’s your problem?” he grunted, his beautiful face close to mine.
“I don’t want you to paint her n*ked. She’s my friend, our friendship will be ruined if you tried anything with her and didn’t take it seriously,” I expressed my worries, and weirdly enough, he listened in silence.
“Hm, so you want me to take her seriously?” he raised his brow, his hazel eyes shining under the orange wall light. My body twitched a little at his question.
“So, do you want to take her seriously? I mean, I don’t want to force you-” I felt like an idiot when I quickly spoke in a way that went against the idea of his suggestion. He smirked because, of course, that handsome a*shole noticed.
“Fine, I won’t paint her,” he said, and I sighed in relief, but he wasn’t done yet. I guess I celebrated too soon.
“But somebody has to replace her though,” he uttered, licking his bottom lip while searching for something in my eyes.
He was looking for an answer.
“I don’t know what you mean,” I could barely talk when he was this close.
“Let me paint you tonight,” My heart flipped, and I yelped in front of
him.