The Naked Model

The Naked Model 1 and 2

By Kahuntwm

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The Naked Model, Part One
by kahuntwm

How can an art teacher get her student to pose in the nude? Involve a mother who loves to embarrass her children and all sorts of wonderful things can happen.

CFNM, OON, incest, embarrassment and humiliation

Quinton Evans, age 12
Molly and Mike Evans, parents, age 38
Paula Evans, age 12 and twin to Quinton
Ali and Alicia Evans, twin sisters, age 16

June and Peter Anders, age 40, Molly sisters and and aunt and uncle to children
Clarence, age 13, and Eliza, age 15, children of June and Peter and first cousins to Evans’ children.

Jessica Swazy, art teacher at the children’s school.

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Miss Jessica Swazy was at a crossroad in her career. Currently the visual art teacher at the Hunt Middle and High School in the capital city of Appleton in Lorath, the small kingdom located in the Alps region of Europe, Jess was approaching age 30 and she needed to expand her horizons if she was to be taken seriously as a serious artist. Her forte was landscapes and portraits. She was good, but her next few paintings needed to be spectacular, if she was to take the next step. She didn’t want to leave teaching, but she wanted to combine teaching with a career as an artist who had showings and who could sell paintings to augment her yearly income.

Her portraits did bring in some money but they were commissions paid by parents to have family portraits or portraits of their children. Instead she needed to create canvasses that told a story and with adults and children in the picture. She needed generic portraits of people as opposed to specific people who paid commissions. She needed to paint scenes and people which would sell to many people and not just to one family.

For instance, she wanted to paint the scene of Ashestes’ children being presented to the populace when Ashestes became queen of Corona in ancient times. We all know the story as the young prince stands before the multitudes with his sisters kneeling before him looking up at him in admiration.. The problem was that the prince would have to be painted nude and his sisters would have to be dressed in silk dresses like the Greek females wore back in the day. Where would she get models for that?

Well, as a matter of fact, she knew who would be the perfect boy to model for the prince. There was a student in her art class who was twelve years old and just the most beautiful thing she had ever seen. His face was as cute as could be - expressive, even pretty, and not a blemish in sight. His light curly hair, his large, bright blue eyes, his small, perfectly formed nose, his luscious and large lips, his perfect teeth, and his strong chin made for this boy a charismatic marvel.

And his body! It was...well, that was part of the problem. She didn’t know much about his body. Like most boys in Lorath, he was shy and always dressed completely - not much skin was showing. He looked perfect, but she needed more assurance if she was going to invest time and money in creating her painting. One thing she did know was that this boy was circumcised since all boys born in Lorath were required by law to be circumcised when they were born. Poor Jessica - she got wet just thinking about this lad of twelve and what his sex organ might looked like. Of course, she could paint this picture with her boy model in a speedo but what was the fun in that?

This pretty lad, so comely, so beautiful, was named Quinton Evans. And he had three sisters, whom she wanted to also be in her painting. Paula was Quinton’s twin and Ali and Alicia, twins themselves, were sixteen years old. While Quinton was the main object of Jessica’s desires, the three girls were strikingly beautiful and seeing them in the nude would be very satisfying. Was Jessica a secret lesbian? No, she was straight, but nudity was wonderful regardless of gender. Who wouldn’t want to see Paula’s smooth vagina? Really, Jessica thought, her skin was probably as silky white as her brother’s.

Now, Jessica was lucky that she lived in a country that had laws governing nudity that were most notable in their flexibility. My readers do not need to know all the details but children could model in the nude under certain circumstances. First and foremost, a parent or guardian or family member had to be present when the child was posing naked in the artist’s studio. Jessica was okay with that. She wasn’t thinking of sex with a child, she was thinking of embarrassing a child - that was so much more fun. Having the mother or father present when a boy or girl had to get naked would be half the fun. The other half would be just seeing a boy like Quinton made completely vulnerable as she, the artist, got up close to study his little sex organ.

The funny thing about the law - it provided a caveat that allowed the artist to ‘interview’ the child first, to be sure the child fit the requirements that the artist had for her painting. And the parents did not need to be present for this first interview - or even know about it. So, Jessica got to work ingratiating herself with Quinton, to become friends with the boy, so that he would trust her. Would that be possible? It turned out that it would.

First, Jessica recognized that the boy seemed to have a crush on her - it wouldn’t be the first time a young student had ‘fallen in love’ with his or her teacher. This situation usually didn’t last long as the child would soon outgrow this ‘first love’ as the teacher did nothing to encourage the feelings and was always sensitive to the child’s feelings. In Quinton’s case, however, Jess decided to do the opposite and encourage the boy.

For instance, in class, she would praise his art work (whether deserved or not) - not overly so, as she didn’t want other students getting jealous or even noticing what she was doing. No, she praised just enough to encourage Quinton, and she never, at least in class, physically touched his shoulder, for instance, while praising him.

But once she got this far, she would quietly ask him to meet her after class or after school when she would have the time to properly talk about his art work and make suggestions for him to do even better. In these more private times (but always making sure the door to the classroom remained open so the other teachers or students who were walking by in the hallway might get suspicious about what was happening), Jess made sure to put a hand on Quinton’s shoulders, or sit next to him and put an hand on his leg, or give him a hug at the conclusion of the session. She could not help but notice how positively Quinton responded to these ‘innocent’ touches. He even, a couple of times, gave her a quick hug.

At other times, when no one could hear, she would praise the clothes he was wearing, or comment that with his body he would make a great model, or mention how ‘handsome’ he was, and so on. She was careful - she never overdid it but she could tell that the boy was responding to all this praise. Soon, the boy was coming into the room after school without being asked, and soon, she was giving him private art lessons - always with the door open and always above board.

Jess devoted two months praising the boy’s art work, then just praising the boy for being a boy, and then praising his astounding beauty - what child (or adult, for that matter) doesn’t like being praised for his or her looks? Quinton certainly enjoyed it. Finally the day came when Jessica felt comfortable enough to begin the process of getting the pretty boy naked in her studio. Jessica asked Quinton if he would remain after class (and miss recess) so she could talk to him. Young Quinton, who was very fond of his teacher, if not actually in love with her, said he would.

Since this story is about young Quinton, rather than Miss Swazy, the art teacher, it would perhaps be prudent to talk a little about him. At twelve years old, there wasn’t a lot of history to talk about, but it must be clear that he was an artistic child and not into sports, as such. The love he had for his art teacher was his first experience with ‘live’ as such (and Miss Swazy knew this was only ‘puppy love’). Now, Quinton was very intelligent so he wasn’t thinking he and his teacher would later get married. But he loved the way she looked, the way she talked, the way she walked and he very much loved being with her.

Now, Quinton loved his twin sister Paula very much, but that was a very different kind of love. She was really his very best friend. He loved his mommy because she represented security and her love for him was ‘unconditional.’ Quinton knew that Miss Swazy didn’t love him as he loved her - he was much too young for her and he knew it. But she was very fond of him and they had something very special between them. He trusted her completely and was, therefore, very open to any suggestions she might have and would help her in any way he could when she needed it. And he found out Miss Swazy needed some help.

“Quinton, dear,” Jess began, “I need your help with a painting I am doing and I would like to give you the details to see if you would be willing or would want to participate.”

“Sure, Miss Swazy,” the boy answered, “I would like to help if you need it.”

“I am doing a series of small paintings of children doing things like playing a sport, or swimming with the family, or just having dinner at the table. I would like it if you would model for some of these activities.”

“Sure, I guess,” Qinton replied. “I don’t know how long I can do one pose without going crazy but I am willing to try.”

‘Great.” she said. “We will do these poses in my studio at my home and you would need to supply your own clothes, such as jacket and tie, play clothes, soccer uniform, etc.”

Although Jessica did not need parent permission to do this first ‘interview’, she decided to chance everything and keep the boy’s mother involved. After all, she needed to build trust not only with Quinton but with his family if she was going to get the boy naked for extended periods of time. She knew Molly and her husband Mike and had socialized with them in the past. She had noticed that they were somewhat freewheeling and she couldn’t help but notice how loving the family was. There were lots of hugs and kisses among the parents, Quinton and the three girls so she knew that they were close to each other. So she called Molly and they met over coffee one day.

“Oh, we are fine with Quinton modeling for you, Jess,” Molly said. “You say he is willing to do this?”

“Yes,” Jess replied. “How it works is that you or your husband or one of his older sisters bring him to the studio and stay with him. These first sessions will take about one or two hours and he has to supply his own clothing. There is a separate changing room so that he can have some privacy.” She described the particular scenes she was looking to paint (not mentioning, of course, that she would never actually paint these domestic scenes).

“Now, Jess,” Molly said a bit more seriously, “we know you have painted nudes before. So I have to ask - will you be asking for any of that?”

“Now, Molly,” Jess said, “that might be in the future but is not the plan now. But, even if I wanted some of that, you would have to be there in the room, so there is no way that can happen without you knowing.”

“Good,” Molly said, “because I don’t think Quinton would ever get naked for you and especially if I am in the room. That boy is somewhat shy, understandable given he has just sisters for siblings and most of his cousins are female. He is surrounded by females. But he is a boy who takes chances and risks and he is very open to suggestions. But you said ‘in the future’ - what did you mean by that?”

“Since you brought it up, I do have one painting that I am planning on doing.” Jess then describe the painting of Ashestes’ children being proclaimed before the crowd.
“Now, that is in the future and the boy does not have to be nude, but it would be better if he were. But it is not a gamebreaker.”

“You know that I have three girls and my sister June has a boy and a girl. If there is no nudity, they all might like to be models for the ‘Ashestes’ painting. But I am intrigued and I have a confession to make. Both Mike and I have dreamed of seeing our children in the nude. Once we mentioned ‘nudist camps’, but the kids just joked and went ‘yuk’ about that, so we never brought it up again. If you would like, maybe you could push Quinton in that direction. I think he is in love with you. All he talks about is you and his art classes. You have our permission to try with my son. Let’s see how things work out with Quinton.”

Things worked out well with Quinton. He modeled in a suit, regular school clothes, and various sports uniforms. Either mom or dad were there at each session and each enjoyed helping their son get ready for the photograph and the actual painting. Quinton did seem bored with the actual posing, but although he did not show it, he loved it when Mrs. Swazy touched him on the hand, or back, or leg, or head, to fine tune the pose. Jess finally felt it was time to test the nudity possibilities.

Before she could broach it with mom or dad, Molly called to say that she and her husband and the girls would be going to visit her parents and would not be able to attend the next modeling session.

“Well,” Jess said on the phone, “we will just not do this Saturday and that way Quinton could go with you guys. It is not like we are on a strict timeline.”

“Oh, we appreciate that, Jess, “Molly said, “but Quinton is enjoying the modeling so much that he would rather do that than go with us. We told him that as long as you were willing to have him without one of us around, then we were okay with that.”

“What about your sister or her husband? Would they be willing to chaperone Quinton?”

“Oh, no,” Molly said, “they are all coming to visit mother with us. Besides, we thought you might use this session to see if Quinton was willing...you know...to pose with less clothing?”

“Good idea and I am glad you brought it up. You know I would never initiate that proposal.”

“We know that and we trust you. I can’t wait to find out what happens,” Molly said. Neither can I, Jess thought.

So the magic day arrived. Jess had to pick the boy up since the family left for mother’s place early. Quinton had no idea what was coming, but he was his usual excited self looking forward to modeling for and being with his favorite teacher.

After twenty minutes of Quinton posing in a soccer uniform, Jess began the most important conversation she would have with this beautiful boy.

“Quinton, dear,” she asked during a pause, “do you know the story of Ashestes?”

“I think so,” the lad answered. “Mr. Thompson told us about it in our history class. Wasn’t she a queen in the ancient world who fought for her children, especially her son, so that they inherited their father’s lands? I believe that the queen saved her daughters and that the son, a prince, became king.”

“Yes, indeed,” Jess said, “aren’t you very knowledgeable. Well I am painting a large canvas showing the prince, who was just a boy your age, acknowledging the cheers of the populace while the queen and his sisters surrounded him, bowing to his majesty.”

“That sounds pretty cool,” Quinton said.

“Would you like to model the prince for me?”

“Really?” the boy answered excitedly. “That would be an honor.”

“There is one tiny, little problem that you need to know about before you say ‘yes’ and before I ask your parents for their permission. Traditionally the boy is presented as an innocent and therefore, naked.”

There was suddenly silence in the room. Quinton pondered what he just heard and wasn’t sure he liked it. “You mean, you would have to paint me when I have no clothes on?”

“Well, for accuracy purposes, yes. I wouldn’t ask you except you are just so perfect for the part.”

“I don’t think I could do that,” he finally said. “I mean, you would see everything.”

“That is true, but given how close we are to each other, I was hoping that you wouldn’t really mind all that much. You know I love you and what is a little nudity between an artist and her favorite model.?”

“Well, wouldn’t mommy have to be here when you painted me?”

“Yes, but I have talked to her and she is okay with it if you are. I thought we could put a partition over there so that while she was in the room as chaperone, she wouldn’t see anything, if you know what I mean.”

“I would be too embarrassed even discussing it with mom. I am embarrassed just talking to you about it.”

“I know, sweetie,” Jess said as she came to him to give him a hug. “I wouldn’t ask if I didn't really need a model and you are the only boy I would be comfortable with. It is so personal. Tell you what, I will let your mom know we had the discussion and that you are very reluctant to do this. But I will ask you to think about it and next session, let us talk again and see how you feel after contemplating it.”

And that is how it was left and Jess and Quinton finished that day’s work. But the following days were difficult ones for the lad. He really liked Miss. Swazy and he knew that to create such a panorama would greatly help her desire to be taken more seriously in the art world. Such a painting would be an important ‘feather-in-her-cap’ moment for her career. And could he say ‘no’ given all she has done for him?

And he knew that Miss Swazy would never laugh at him or make him feel awkward. And he knew she had painted nudes before, or so he was told. And his mom wouldn’t see anything. If Miss Swazy saw his little cock, it would be their little secret, something special that the two of them would share. He would like that. And once she saw him naked, it wouldn’t be so bad the next time she saw him naked. And after that first time, it would be very special knowing that his favorite teacher knew what his cock and balls looked like.

Meanwhile, unknown to Quinton, his mother and art teacher had another discussion over coffee.

“I hope you don’t mind that I had this discussion with Quinton,” Jess said.

“Of course not,” Molly laughed, “I encouraged you to have this talk. May I suggest that when you meet with him again, that again it just be you two. Maybe in a private moment, you can get him to reveal all to you - give you a sneak preview of what he has hanging between his legs. Maybe do a quick drawing of him - you know, anything to break the tension. Because once you see him naked, the ice would be broken. And you could show me the picture because I want to see my boy naked and he won’t let that happen unless we change the situation.”

So when mom dropped Quinton off for the next modeling session, Quinton, for the first time, was very nervous entering the studio. He was surprised that mom went off shopping instead of coming in as she usually did. But off he went.

“Quinton, how is my handsome young model today?” Jess said with enthusiasm. “Come, let us sit on the couch.”

Quinton gingerly came over and sat next to his art teacher. She ruffled his hair and placed an arm around him. “Did you think about what we talked about?”

“Yes, and I think I would be too embarrassed to have you see me naked.”

“Why don’t we try and see?” she suggested.

“What?” he asked. “You mean right now.?”

“Yes, now - slowly, You know - have you get used to it. Raise your arms up,” she said.
The boy paused for a long time. Jess gave his leg a squeeze and took each arm and raised them up and then quickly she pulled his shirt up and off. Quinton was surprised by the suddenness of the moment. At a bat of an eye, he was sitting next to Mrs. Swazy without a shirt on.

“Oh, my god,” she exclaimed. “You got perfect little nipples. She quickly placed her forefinger on one of his nips and circled around. He gasped. No one had ever played with his nipples. He didn’t know people actually did something like that. And he certainly had not known how nice it felt.

Then she said, “Quinton, raise your arm up.” She helped the stunned boy do it and she used her thumb to rub his armpit. “Oh, how cute. No hair - just perfect. It feels so smooth.” As Quinton just stared at his teacher, she suddenly leaned over to smell his armpit. “Oh, it smells like ‘Irish Spring.”

“That’s the soap I use when I shower and I just showered before I came over.”

“I can tell. Not only is your chest and underarms pretty and smooth, but you smell good all over.”

Quinton now had calmed down, getting over his shock of what Mrs. Swazy was doing. He was embarrassed but I also liked what she was doing.

“Take off your sneakers and socks - I need to see your toes.”

That sounded odd to the boy but he did as asked. She kneeled down in front of him and took one foot into her hand and massaged the boy’s toes. “Perfect feet and your toes are as straight as they can be.” She smiled at him and then quickly looked at his thighs. Quinton was wearing shorts and she could see right up the leg and see his boxers. She couldn’t see anything else but she knew she was getting close.

“Quinton, dear,” Jess said, “would you do me a favor and stand up.” He did so knowing that the only thing he was wearing now were his shorts and boxers. “Now, honey, please take down your shorts but leave your boxers on,” she asked.

Quinton stood there. Mrs Swazy sat on the couch so that her eyes were level to the boy’s midsection. He was breathing heavily and they stared into each other’s eyes.
“Remember, my dear, how much I love you,” Jess whispered. Quinton gulped and then slowly lowered his shorts and kicked them away. Now, only his boxers stood between Jess’ eyes and his sex.

Jess could see how scared Quinton was but she knew he wasn’t trying to stop her. So she startled the boy by leaning over and kissing him on each nipple and then on his tummy. She could hear him gulp and then moan with what sounded to her like pleasure.

“Quinton,” she whispered, “you know I love you and would never harm you, yes?”

“I know,” he whispered back.

“Sweetie, I am going to lower your boxers and you will be completely naked. Is it okay with you if I see you all naked?”

Now completely under her control, Quinton said “yes, that is okay for you to do it.”

So now, Jess put her fingers around the elastic of his boxers and began to lower them. Quinton stared at what she was doing and he could see the base of his cock appear. She could see and was so happy that there was no hair to obstruct her view.
Another brief tug and the boy’s entire penis popped into view, perfectly formed and with the cutest crown and pee slit ever. Then the boy’s testicles appeared and off came the boxers.

She just sat there, staring at Quinton’s most intimate and private area, his immature sex organ. His penis was about two inches long and quite thick, she thought, for a twelve year old. Without asking, she brought her hand up and rested his balls in her palm. He gave out a loud gasp but he didn’t pull away. When she had his entire sex organ in her left hand, she took her right hand and gently pulled on his cock and just stared at the whole package, as if doing a study of his sex organ.

“Do you mind that I am holding your male stuff in my hand?” she asked.

“No, it feels good,” he whispered.

“Do you want me to stop?” she asked.

“Gosh, no,” he replied.

So she continue to massage his sex and soon she saw he was getting an erection. He just stood there in wonder and didn’t pull away when he felt his penis get hard. Once he was fully erect, Jess gave the whole package a squeeze and then released the boy. He gave a sigh of relief and she thought ‘this I will save till next time.’

“Quinton, dear, could you turn around so I could observe your cute ass?”
The boy did and then felt Miss Swazy’s hand touch his cheeks and then he felt her lips as she kissed each cheek and then kissed his butt crack. He gasped again but again, did not move. She then broke the spell by giving a soft pat on his butt, and turned him around. She drew him to her to give a great hug. He put his arms around her and she put her hands on his ass. She could feel her little hard-on against her and smiled.

“Thank you, Quinton, for doing this for me. You need to know that you are absolutely beautiful when naked and you have the perfect cock and balls and perfect ass. You will be perfect for my painting. Now get dressed because your naked little body is driving me crazy. You are so pretty.”

Quinton was shaking as he got dressed. It was not easy to have such a profound, intimate moment with someone he loved. Now, she had seen him naked, had touched his most intimate parts, and she loved everything about him. She loved his nakedness and his body and he was completely and utterly conquered by his wonderful art teacher. This twelve year old would be floating above for many weeks.

But what to do about mother? Quinton knew that the next session she would be there and partition or not, she would know what was going on. She might even see him naked. What should he do? What could he do? It began to dawn on the lad that there wasn’t much he could do about mother. Quinton knew he had to continue with the nude modeling because Jess (she gave him permission to call her by her first name when they weren’t in school, and given what had passed between them, it seemed appropriate to be on a first-name basis) was depending on him for her important painting. Perhaps dad or uncle Peter could accompany him - they would stay behind the partition and not try to see him naked and even if they did see him naked, what difference would that make?

While young Quinton was contemplating his problem, Jess was filling mother in with what happened.

“Oh, Molly,” Jess said, “your son is so beautiful in the nude. He has a perfect body and the only hair he has is on his head.”

“Did you touch his sex?” Molly asked with anticipation. “Tell me all about it. Describe his cock and his balls.”

“Yes,” Jess said with a smile, “I did place his penis and testicles in my hand. His little cock was two inches if not more, and his balls? - just so precious. His sex organ is so cute.”

“Oh, I can’t wait to see him. How are we going to work it?”

“Easy,” Jess said. “Just wait behind the partition until I get him naked and in a pose and then, just come in. What can he do?”

“Great,” Molly said. “By the way, I talked all this over with Mike and he agreed that our three daughters will pose for the prince’s sisters, and my niece Eliza also will pose. But to start, the girls will need costumes.

“Oh, boy, that is great,” Jess said. “Will you make their costumes?”

“Absolutely,” Molly replied. “Soft silk that will simply flow over their lithe bodies - not completely see-through but enough so little will be left to the imagination. The girls will not be wearing anything underneath. As I understand it, Quinton doesn’t actually have to be present when the girls model, is that so?”

“Technically, yes,” Jess said “but we don’t have to do it that way. It really would be better if the whole group was posing as a group since that is what I am creating on canvas. And Quinton won’t know he doesn’t really need to be there. It will be good for the girls to see your son standing there nude while they are looking up at him.”

“Oh, god, he will be so humiliated,” Molly said with glee. “I can’t wait for that day! One more thing. My nephew Clarence, who is thirteen, might pose. My sister June and her husband Peter, would like him included. Naked if possible. If not, he will need a costume so I will make one for him. He also is quite a looker, just like Quinton. I assume you are okay with him participating.”

“Oh, yes,” Jess said. “I will find a place for him in the picture.”

But the next session would still be just Quinton. Jess will have to photograph him in the pose she wants, then do a preliminary drawing of him, and then the oil painting on the canvas. It would take about three sessions and he would be needed at the studio posing for all three. After that, she would not need him for the touching up, but he would be needed when the girls come for their sessions modeling.

Quinton did try to get his dad or uncle to chaperone him the next session but neither was available so mother it would be. Quinton spent the whole week being nervous about having mom there. He could not contemplate the idea that she might see him naked. But he was trapped. There didn’t seem anything he could do.
He didn’t realize that his mom, instead of being reluctant to be there and would not try to see him naked, wanted to be there and would definitely see him naked. She already was dreaming about how red her son would be when he discovered his mom was staring at his nakedness. So she and Jess worked out how this would happen. It wasn’t complicated, but Jess was a little conflicted about tricking Quinton, but not enough to stop all this.

It was important to both ladies that Jess could not be seen by Quinton as violating his trust. And, in truth, Jess really had no choice in the matter. Molly was in total control of the situation as only she had the power to withdraw her son from the whole project. In part, that was why Jess had to go along with the plan for mom to see her boy in the nude. To be fair, Jess, of course, liked the idea. As she had discovered, Quinton was at his most cutest and precious when he was seen nude by someone else.

When Quinton and his mother arrived at the studio, he went off to the bathroom to change into his robe and Molly settled down behind the partition with a book. As far as Quinton was concerned, his mother would not be able to see him when he posed although she could hear everything. Poor Quinton - he had seriously miscalculated. Perhaps he had no reason to suspect anything but he clearly did not think his mother wanted to see him naked. Accidently see him naked, just for a second or so? Possible, but not likely. He did not realize how aggressive his mother could be.

Jess had decided that she would paint two different poses of Quinton in the nude. She still was working on the composition of the boy and the four sisters in the painting. The first choice was the obvious one - the prince standing majestically lording over all before him. The second would be different, more daring, more unusual, and more distinctive. The prince would be sitting on the throne, one leg lagging over the arm of the throne, and looking down with contempt of his inferiors, including his sisters and his mother, the Queen. That painting would really get publicity. But would Molly and Quinton go along with such a graphic portrait?
Well, first things first.

“Now Quinton, dear,” she said to the boy when he came out wearing his robe, “I want you to stand with legs apart and your hands on your hips, looking defiantly at those below you. You want to look triumphantly, confident, and arrogant, dominating over all. Do you think you could do that, dear?”

“I think so, Miss Swazy,” the boy said, looking at the partition to be sure mother was still behind it.

“Oh, good,” she said. So she placed Quinton on the platform. “Now, sweetie, I am going to remove the robe, okay?”

The boy gulped hard and whispered, “I guess it is okay.”

Jess thought, ‘My, my, I have already seen him naked and he is still feeling embarrassed that I will see him again in the nude and actually paint his portrait. How incredibly precious.’

So Jess removed the robe and there stood Quinton, beautifully naked in all his considerable glory - the cute face, the well defined chest with perfectly placed nipples, the taut stomach and thin waist, his delicious penis and his smooth scrotum holding his precious balls, his solid legs, thin ankles, and perfectly straight toes.

Jess just stood there staring at this pretty boy and focusing especially on his small but dominant sex organ. Nervous before his disrobing, young Quinton felt weird as he saw his pretty teacher stare so hard at his nakedness, his embarrassment growing more and more. And then he heard something behind him, a gasp or some sound.

Mom had snuck quietly in after Jess had stripped her son naked. She saw the boy’s back, not as interesting as his front but just as beautiful. The lad’s smooth ass had two smooth and fleshy cheeks, separated by a curving and inviting butt crack.

When Quinton turned to see what the noise behind him was about, he was shocked to see his mommy. He quickly covered his boy parts and blushed a brighter red.

“No, no, son,” Molly said as she approached her naked son. “Please, do not cover yourself up.” She put her hands around Quinton’s wrists and slowly pulled his hands apart. There, finally, mom could see her son’s penis and his two balls, hanging innocently in his smooth ball sack. She was frozen by the sight of such beauty, knowing that this small penis and small balls were precious simply because they were the cock and balls of her son.

Then the fun began.

{End of Part One}

The Naked Model, Part Two
by kahuntwm

How can an art teacher get her student to pose in the nude? Involve a mother who loves to embarrass her children and all sorts of wonderful things can happen.

CFNM, OON, incest, embarrassment and humiliation

Quinton Evans, age 12
Molly and Mike Evans, parents, age 38
Paula Evans, age 12 and twin to Quinton
Ali and Alicia Evans, twin sisters, age 16

June and Peter Anders, age 40, Molly sisters and and aunt and uncle to children
Clarence, age 13, and Eliza, age 15, children of June and Peter and first cousins to Evans’ children.

Jessica Swazy, art teacher at the children’s school.

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There they stood, face to face. The boy was naked with his most intimate parts exposed to the eyes of his mother. At twelve years old, he was embarrassed if not humiliated, but also trapped. There was nothing he could really do about it. He watched as his mommy’s eyes lowered so that she could closely inspect his little sex organ. Suddenly she kneeled down in front of him so that his sex was directly in front of her eyes.

Jess placed a hand on the boy’s back to steady him. Mommy took her thumbs and forefingers and held the boy’s testicles and then she gently - oh, ever so gently - tugged on her son’s perfect penis before she blew on and touched his penis crown. His instinct was to pull away and grab his robe but something held him back. Was his humiliation becoming irrelevant to his feelings of pleasure at what was happening? He knew his mommy loved him but he was unaware at how much she loved his cock and balls.

Molly released her son and stepped back. “Jess,” she said, “please continue posing him and I will sit here and watch.”

While somewhat relieved that mom was no longer touching his little privates, he wasn’t too sure that he wanted her watching him for the hour or two he would be posing. But he quickly realized that he was not in control of the situation, so he sighed and turned to Jess.

First she posed him as the totally confident boy king, legs apart, with hands on hips, and looking up at the heavens as his family and people gazed at him as a god. Jess was pleased at the look and immediately began to make preliminary drawings. Mom, meanwhile, just sat looking at her son with a broad smile on her face while thinking ‘God, he is beautiful.’ Quinton meanwhile was acutely aware that his balls and cock were hanging out there for mom and Jess to enjoy.

Once, mom walked behind her son and looked at his young ass. “Oh, Quinton dear, you have the perfect little butt - as delicious as it could be.” While Quinton contemplated how anyone’s ass could be ‘delicious’, mom resumed sitting in front to enjoy the sights.

Then Jess decided to change the pose. “Now, Quinton, I want you to sit on the chair with your right leg hanging over the arm of the chair. This time, I want you to look as the most arrogant and saucy boy in the world. You don’t want to instill magnificence in the people, but to instill fear - you want to let them know that you now dominate your family and your people and hold them in contempt.’

“But isn’t that a bit graphic - I would be like, you know, exposing everything,” he pleaded.

“Now, Quinton,” mom interjected, “that is the whole point. We want to see that little soft part just under your balls and the beginning of your butt crack. Isn’t that right, Jess?”

“Oh, yes,” Jess replied. “Remember, dear boy, every inch of your body is beautiful and perfect.”

Again, what could the boy do? He assumed the position and it was better than mom or Jess had hoped for. His perineum was smooth as could be, and his butt crack was not only shown, but open enough so that one could see the boy’s pristine orifice. Magnificent!

Mom just sat there and with her eyes, devouring every inch of her son’s most intimate areas. At one point, Quinton looked at her and when her eyes met his eyes, she mouthed ‘You are so cute, sweetie.’ One could see mother’s point - her son was indeed cute. His body had a wonderful sweeping curve to it - it was as if his arms and legs just naturally flowed from his torso so that a feeling of oneness, of completeness, and of unity presented itself in the body of this boy. The only gap to this picture of youthful flow and smoothness was Quinton’s cute penis and testicles which protruded out in this picture of perfection. As a result, the boy’s nudity dominated the picture,, and his sex organ dominating his body. When the portrait was finished, the viewer’s eyes would flow to the center of the canvas which was where the boy’s penis and testicles rested.

But what made the boy so cute when he was posing was that he was clearly embarrassed to be seen like this, especially by his mother and his teacher. He felt he was being spied on, that somehow his privacy was being violated, which of course, it was, so that this feeling of embarrassment he was experiencing was impossible to forget. His body radiated beauty but his face exposed the conflicted feelings that he was experiencing - the feelings of embarrassment and humiliation fighting against the feeling of pride. He felt beautiful and loved that his mom and teacher couldn’t take their eyes of his nakedness, and especially, his sex.

The ride home was awkward for the boy. Now fully dressed, he still felt naked sitting next to his mom while she drove. He knew that all she saw was his nudity. He should have been depressed by that thought but he wasn’t. He loved the idea that now she has seen his nakedness and that is how she always would see him.

Well, what was done was done. Now, he thought, the embarrassment would pass. But young Quinton was wrong again - the embarrassment would continue ten fold.

“Now Quinton,” mom said, “your three sisters and your cousins Eliza and Clarence are going to be in this painting. Miss Swazy and I have decided that it could be perfect that your real sisters and cousins would be portraying your sisters and family in the painting. Just imagine them sitting there while their brother lords over them as the god he had become.”

“But I will be naked - they will see me naked. That position on the chair opens everything on me to their eyes. I can’t do that.”

“But you must. Think of what is at stake for Miss Swazy and for the art world.”

“Will Paula and the twins also be naked?” he asked, although it almost sounded like a demand.

“At this point, no,” his mother replied. “They all will be wearing a silk dress that is half see-through. Very sexy.”

“How is it fair that they see me naked - really naked - and I don’t get to see them?”

“Well, fairness is not really the point,” mom replied, “creating a painting on an ancient myth is the point. The idea is that the prince, by himself, by his god-like specialness, is the dominant one. Even naked, he is more magnificent than any of his siblings could possibly be. That doesn’t mean they have to be dressed while the prince is in the nude, but it is how the artist wants it.”

Clearly, Quinton had submitted to the inevitable - more family members will be seeing him naked and he would have to handle the embarrassment if not humiliation. But it would not be easy. Getting naked in front of his favorite teacher and his mother was one thing, getting naked in front of his twin sister, his older sisters, and his cousins was something else again. They would all know how he looked naked, how long his cock was, and how his balls hung, but he wouldn’t know anything about them. On top of that, his dad, uncle and aunt also would see him naked as he was sure they would attend the modeling session.

Another part of him pulled in a different direction. Perhaps it was something special to have a body that everyone wanted to see. He knew he was good looking, but other kids were good looking, including his cousin Clarence, Eliza, and his sisters. All this may all be true, but in the end, Quinton still felt embarrassed and now he was feeling more humiliated than before.

So the day arrived. Dad drove him to the modeling session so he could get ready before everyone else showed up. His sisters would follow with his mom, and his uncle Peter and Aunt June would bring fifteen year old Eliza with her thirteen year old brother.

When Mike and Quinton arrived, Jess was still working on the setting so she sent them off to the dressing room. There, in the quiet of the room, Quinton looked at his dad with plaintive eyes.

“Hey, little buddy,” Mike said, “I know this is difficult. I mean, even I haven’t seen you all naked since you were about four. But according to your mother, you are quite the looker - ‘the perfect little body’ she said.”

“Well, it isn’t that perfect, but it is okay, I guess,” Quinton said. “But I am going to be the only one naked and in front of my sisters and my best friend, my twin. I am having trouble handling this.” Mike gave his son a hug and Quinton began to undress. When he got down to his boxers, he paused. His dad approached him with the robe.

“Come on, sonny boy, off with the underwear.”

So Quinton lowered his boxers and he was naked. He looked at his father who was looking at him with his mouth open and eyes wide. “Your mother was right - you are fuckin’ beautiful - pardon the language.”

“Really? Or are you just trying to make me feel good?” the boy said.

“Oh, little buddy,” his dad said. “I speak the truth. I don’t mean to embarrass you but you sex organ is as precious as can be. Usually, penises and testicles are rather ugly. But yours - smooth, flowing, and perfect for your body.”

It felt weird to Quinton to hear his father talk about his package that way, but he was glad he said what he did. His daddy’s approval was important for him to have. Embarrassed he might be, but he was getting more comfortable in his body and feeling better about himself. They heard the others come into the building so with dad’s help, Quinton got himself secured in his robe.

Clarence and the girls made a lot of noise coming in due to their excitement. Getting to see Quinton naked was one reason for the excitement but an unspoken one. They also were looking forward to being part of this painting that Miss Swazy was creating.

Because the girls would not be wearing anything underneath their silk costumes, Jess set up separate partitions so that each girl had her privacy. Both Molly and her sister June were in the room with their daughters to make sure the costumes were properly on and tied in with the sashes. Clarence and his father went to the room where Mike and Quinton were waiting.

“Hi, Quinton,” Clarence called out when he and his father entered. “How is it going little cuz.”

“I am not so little and I am only a year younger than you,” Quinton retorted.

“I know but it is fun to tease you,” Clarence said.

“Come on, son,” his dad Peter said, “let’s get you into costume. It is like your sister’s costume, silk but with a short skirt, like the ancient Greeks wore. You will have a red sash which is what the males wear whereas the girls will have a green one.”

“I get to keep my boxers on, right?”

“Wrong,” Peter said. “Like the girls, you wear nothing underneath.”

“Then they can look up and see everything - this skirt is a lot shorter than the dress-like skirt the girls have.” Clarence complained.

“True,” said his dad, “but they are unlikely to struggle to look up, so don’t worry about it.”

“You sure?” the boy said. “They all seemed pretty excited about seeing Quinton here naked - not meaning to rub it in, cuz.”

“I think I am beginning to hate this day,” Quinton said.

“Enough talk,” Mike said. Come on, nephew, show us all what you got and then get into that costume.” So Clarence quickly stripped off his boxers and stood in the nude. Quinton looked right at his cousin’s cock and balls and noticed, with relief, that Clarence’s penis, while a little longer than his own, was not appreciably bigger than his cock.

Peter immediately helped his son put on his costume which covered his nudity - just barely. The two boys went to the restroom and Mike said to his brother-in-law “Clarence is a cute child - a nice cock.”

“Yes, he is and he has a nice penis. Hopefully we can get him to pose nude in the future.”

So the four walked out into the main room and were taken aback by an astounding and beautiful vision. All four girls had stunning hairdos, pretty necklaces, and flowing silk dresses on - and nothing else.

Paula, Quinton’s twelve year old twin, radiated that perfect child look. She had only begun, it was clear, to grow her breasts out and Quinton quickly noticed that he could see his sister’s little nipples. Through the silk material, he could see his sister’s butt and he thought he could see her butt crack. He could see her pubic area but could not make out her vagina. That was a disappointment but getting this close was okay, too.

His twin older sisters, Ali and Alicia, age 16, and his cousin Eliza, age 15, were more defined. He could see their breasts - not fully grown but very pronounced - with their nipples. While he couldn’t see their vaginas, he was sure that he could see the pubic bushes. Boy, it was going to be hard not to get a hard-on. His dad had told him that if he felt he might get one, he could just walk off and go to the dressing room.

Fortunately for Mike and Pete, they did not have to worry about getting erections in public and that was good because they both felt (separately - it wasn’t as if they discussed the issue with each other) they would grow very hard just seeing their daughters practically naked and with the hope that in future sessions, they would see more than ‘practically naked,’

The four girls were taken a bit back when they observed the reactions of Quinton, Clarence, Mike and Peter. Eliza, the oldest, felt a tinge of pride. Clearly the males liked what they were seeing and she loved that they liked what they saw. Alica and Ali also felt a bit of pride but they also felt more embarrassment than Eliza was experiencing. Paula, however, was definitely feeling embarrassed. She and her twin brother were very close - each the other’s best friend - and she turned red when she saw how intently her brother was eyeing her. Of course, if all went to plan, she would shortly see her twin brother completely naked and knew how embarrassed he would be when that happened. She got over her embarrassment by looking forward to seeing her brother’s sex organ.

It took Jess a few minutes to place Clarence and the four girls. Clarence was standing next to and a step down from the throne. The girls were placed beneath the throne looking up at the now empty throne. Eliza was on the far left (as you look at the throne) with Paula next, and Alica and Ali were to the right of the throne. The most difficult thing for them to do was to place themselves in such a way that their profiles were clear but still looking a little backwards to the throne.

Jess, with the help of the parents, soon had everyone placed properly and it was quite a picture. The costumes were perfect - loose fitting, silky, and opaque - presenting a picture of the children as close to being naked without actually being in the nude. Except for nipples, which showed through the silk costumes, none of the adults could actually see the sex of the five children. Peter thought that Clarence’s genitals might show a little but there was only a suggestion of what was there.

Now it was time for Quinton to take a seat and hang his right leg over the chair of the throne. But first he had to disrobe and at the moment of truth he got very nervous. So Jess had an idea.

“Quinton, dear,” she said, “why don’t you come over with me and stand in front of the throne, here on the floor. When you are ready, slip the robe off, and let everyone see how handsome you are.”

Quinton looked directly at his twin sister and she gave him a sweet smile. So the boy undid the robe and slipped it off his shoulders and watched it fall to the floor. Now, he was completely and utterly naked before his three sisters and two cousins, as well as his father, aunt, and uncle. Standing in front of his family, Quinton paused where he disrobed. Then he slowly walked by his sisters and cousins up the platform to the throne. As he walked by, red with embarrassment, he saw his sisters and cousin pay special attention to his cock and balls as they bounced around. Then, in turn, they were fascinated watching his ass as he ascended the throne.

Jess broke the moment by asking Quinton to sit and place his right leg over the arm of the throne. Reluctantly, the boy complied and thus exposed every inch of his most intimate and private areas. The flow of his body was interrupted only by his delectable sex organ. The five adults and the five children seated just below the throne, could see, up close and personal, the boy’s smooth perineum and the beginning of his butt crack, which was partly open, exposing his sweet little anus. Quinton’s embarrassment and humiliation was complete.

Jess began to paint and the models seated or standing on a step below the prince were quiet and still as they modeled. Paula, Quinton’s twin sister, just loved staring at her brother’s smooth scrotum, his cute perineum, and his rosebud of an anus. ‘I got you now, brother,’ she thought. ‘I see everything. You have no secrets left.
From now on, your cock and balls are mine to see and remember.’

Quinton could not help but notice how his twin sister focused on his most intimate parts. He could almost read her mind and now knew he was all hers. He knew that everytime they were together, even when he was dressed in clothes and heavy coats, she would only see him naked. His embarrassment was not only profound, but it was for evermore.

But, of course, he also could see his sister in her slim and light silk dress. Although she was not naked like he was, she was as close to being naked as possible without actually being in the nude. He could stare at her and imagine her nakedness but he could not actually see her in the nude.

When Miss Swazy, during a short break, asked Quinton how he was doing with the nakedness, he said “I think that I should not be the only one here naked. I mean that my own twin gets to see me naked but I don’t get to her naked - where is the fairness in that?”

“I understand why you might want to see your sister naked - she is the most beautiful young girl. Quinton dear, I cannot change this picture. The prince has to dominate and he has to be naked. However, I have a plan that might solve your problem in a future portrait.”

Quinton did not know it, but at the time he was experiencing these emotions of embarrassment and humiliation, plans were afoot to rectify this situation. Peter was very entranced by seeing his daughters so close to nudity yet not quite naked. His focus, however, was on his youngest daughter. Her beauty was truly transcendent, just like her twin brother. Peter, who had no intention of having sex with any minors, especially his minors, was taken aback by how affected he had been just seeing his twelve year old son sitting on that throne completely naked - not just naked, but completely open, showing every inch of the parts of his body which should have been private.

Peter was not gay so he was surprised at how much he enjoyed looking at his son’s naked body and seeing just how embarrassed he was. If he was so taken with his son’s nakedness, just think how it would feel, he thought, to see his daughter in the same state. He confessed all to his wife, Molly.

“All I want,” he said, “is for Jess to paint the two of them, both naked, on two chairs, one leg up, facing each other and each admiring the sex of the other. It would be a portrait taken in time, so we could always see again what we see today, a time in our children’s life which they would soon grow out of, becoming young adults. I want to preserve what we are seeing today.”

Molly did not object - the beauty of her son’s body had a profound effect on her, also. She didn’t say it to Peter, but she was feeling a bit more incestrous thoughts than her husband. But she also knew that she would never have sex with any of her children. She loved them too much to do that to them. But she did love seeing them so naked, so vulnerable, and so beautiful. She even had a talk with Quinton on the subject.

After one of the modeling sessions, Molly took her son on a ride to get ice cream - a just mom and son type activity. “So, Quinton dear, how are you holding up with all this modeling?”

“Well, mommy,” he said, “with the actual modeling, everything is fine. I am surprised at how long I can pose, just staying in one pose, never moving.”

“I am so proud of you,” mom said. “I know how hard that can be - just sitting there and never moving for fifteen or twenty minutes. Impressive.”

“Can I ask a question?” the boy asked.

“Of course, honey, fire away.”

“Do I look okay - you know - naked like that?”

Molly wasn’t really expecting this question since Quinton seemed to go along with all the nude modeling. She didn’t want to be so effusive that her son got the wrong idea (actually the right idea but one she could not act on) about her feelings about seeing him naked and all that. “Well, Quinton, I know how embarrassed you are and perhaps think that a mom should not see her son that way. But you are so pretty and for me, to see my son so naked, is very special to me. It means you trust me and you love me as much as I love you.”

“I thought you might be grossed out.”

“Oh, no,” she replied. “I love seeing nude portraits - I think there is nothing wrong with nudity and the human body is beautiful. Your body especially is beautiful. You are so cute, just sitting there, letting all your boy stuff just hang out.”

“Well, obviously I didn’t think you minded or you wouldn’t have let me do it,” he said. “I love you and while I was embarrassed, I didn’t really mind if my mom saw me naked. To be honest, I kind of liked the idea - you know, the idea that we had no secrets between us and that you liked it when I am naked.”

“Then what is the problem?” Molly asked.

“The problem is that I am the only one naked. Why can’t my sisters or Clarence be naked?”

“I don’t think that I can do anything about that for this painting. This is Miss Swazy’s big project and she has to control it. However, your dad and I would like a portrait of just you and Paula and Mrs. Swazy would love to paint it.” And Molly would love to watch her two youngest children pose for it. And what to make of Quinton’s comment that he liked it when she saw him naked? Could he have incestuous feelings for her?

As it turned out, this portrait would not be one that would be sold to the public - it would be privately controlled by the family. It actually would be three portraits of the twins.

“Now, Paula,” Molly said when her daughter and she were alone, “as you may have guessed, you will be beautifully naked for these paintings.”

“I assumed this is what you and dad were planning, but I don’t think I can do it. I mean, how can I get naked in front of Quinton and dad?”

“As for Quinton,” mom replied, “you have seen him naked and he has gotten naked in front of you and his other sisters and cousins. If he can do it, you surely can do it in front of him and daddy.”

“But it would be too embarrassing,” the young girl pleaded.

“Well, how do you think Quinton felt when he had to strip for his sister and mom? Yet, he did it.”

“And he still feels embarrassed by it all.”

“Yes, but he has handled it well, hasn’t he? That is because he loves us, knows we love him, and feels safe with us when he is nude.”

“But daddy?”

“Daddy loves you so much - why shouldn’t he see you naked? You are his special little girl.”

“Yes, you are,” Mike said as he suddenly came into the room.

“Daddy, you were listening!” Paula exclaimed.

“Indeed I was,” Mike said. “Come here, Paula, please,” When she came up to her father, he engulfed her in a big hug and said to her “You are so cute and so pretty that I want to see my beautiful little girl all naked and know that you trust and love me so much that you would do it.”

Well, a twelve year old can only resist so many entreaties and the date was set up for the first session. Poor Paula - she was so nervous that she had trouble keeping her food down. But the time came, and she remembered how brave her brother was when he first stripped, leaving him naked before her eyes. Could she deny him the same pleasure?

On the magic day of the first sitting, Quinton and Paula came out of their respective dressing rooms and stood before their parents and art teacher wearing only their robes.

“Come, Quinton dear,” Molly said to her son, “you go first.”

With a heavy sigh, the lad dropped his robe and stood before them naked and beautiful. He blushed red as his mommy, daddy, and Miss Swazy complimented him for his bravery and his pretty looks. Quinton looked over at his twin sister and saw her again staring at his cock and balls. Now, he thought, it is her turn.

Molly went over to her daughter and said “Here, sweetie, let me help you.”

With that, she disrobed her daughter and now, suddenly and stunningly, the girl stood before all, naked as she could be. For the first time, her brother could see the most private and intimate parts of his twin’s body. She was so embarrassed. She looked at her father who had a broad smile on his face as he stared at his naked girl. Her bosoms were just beginning to show but she saw his attention was directed lower. Paula could see her daddy intently staring at her hairless, soft vagina, with her slit protruding out. Then she noted that her brother was also focused on this most intimate part of her body. Then she noticed that her art teacher and her mother were doing the same.

Again, Miss Swazy quickly broke the moment and began to pose the two children.
When she finished, both were sitting on the two thrones and both had their forward legs hanging over the chair arm. Paula looked at her brother and couldn’t take her eyes off his cock and little balls, just hanging there for the world to see. She shuddered thinking how cute he and his small sex organ looked.

Quinton, with everything hanging out, looked at his sister and just marveled at her sex. Because her legs were spread apart, he noticed that her little slit had opened a bit, revealing the beginning of her vagina, that special place inside her body that was a complete mystery to her brother. She looked so vulnerable and so smooth to him and his parents. Quinton looked quickly at his parents and almost laughed at the expression on his father’s face. Dad’s face looked like Quinton’ mom when he stood before her naked.

The twins’ embarrassment was complete. Well, almost complete. The three adults decided to have some fun with the boy and girl. Peter and Molly thought a little humiliation might be fun for them and Miss Swazy to see. So Peter brought the two chairs close together so that each child could touch the other.

“Now, Paula,” Miss Swazy said, “I need another pose which I want to photograph for a future painting. We, your parents and I, want you to reach over and touch your brother’s little male thing.”

Both children gasped at this request. But the twins were divided. Quinton did not want Paula touching him but Paula most certainly wanted to touch her twin brother.
So, she quickly reached over and with two fingers, grabbed her brother’s penis. He jerked at the touch and said ‘oh, wow’.

Then Paula released her brother’s cock and grabbed his tender balls and placed his entire sex package in the palm of her hand, using her middle finger to touch his smooth perineum. The boy, knowing his mom and dad and art teacher were all closely watching this, let out a loud groan and then noticed that his little cock was growing. Oh, the humiliation!!

Mom was beside herself. There, before her eyes, her son was growing an erection of his little cock. She could not help herself. While her daughter kept a firm hold of her brother’s balls, mom grasped her son’s erection. Miss Swazy kept clicking pictures while daddy just smiled.

But daddy noticed that while Quinton’s male sex was being manipulated this way, his daughter’s virgin vagina was being unattended. So he reached in and placed his hand over his daughter’s most sacred sex spot. Paula jerked up at the touch of her father’s fingers on her love spot.

Miss Swazy, when she had enough photo shots, broke the mood before things got too far. She knew the parents had set limits of what they could do with their children. But she also could see that Quinton had not been able to touch his sister as she had touched him. So she set up one final photo shot.

“Paula, dear, just stand there with your hair flowing over your shoulders. That’s right. Now, Quinton, stand behind your sister and hug her.”

Paula began to laugh. “Mommy, daddy, I can feel Quinton’s cock poking my butt.”

That caused everyone to laugh as Quinton bowed his hair in embarrassment.

“Now, Quinton dear, place your left hand on your sister's left nipple. That is right. Now, do you know what to do with your right hand?”

Indeed, the boy did. He slowly placed his right hand right on his sister’s delicious vagina, as if protecting the entrance to her body from all evil. After all, isn’t that what brothers are supposed to do?

{End of Part 2. In the future, there will be a Part 3}

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