[At this point, Camilla could spontaneously catch fire and Relm wouldn't notice, just so long as she keeps her breasts completely still. Staring at her dick wouldn't so much as register for her, she only even glanced away from her sister's magnificent pair to confirm her sketch was still going the way she wanted it to.
This is heaven for her. And hell. Her obsession with big, bouncy tits and the knowledge that her own may never compare are completely at odds now.]
Uh huh. [She forgot what she's agreeing to there. Relm can't even manage what can be called half attention to communication, she's much too fascinated by Camilla's rising nipples. Her own barely change at all when she gets excited, save getting harder, but these ones are visible larger than they were just a minute ago.
Wait, does that mean that Camilla is...? No, no, she can't be getting excited. It's just the air, Relm likes to keep her room cool. Yeah, that explains everything.]
...Yeah, I bet. [Okay, that snaps her out of her breast-ogling fugue a little. Hello, envy, welcome back to being prominent on her mind.] If you want to rest them directly on the bed, be my guest. It won't ruin the sketch or anything.
[The distracted reply is more proof she's having an impact. Or, rather, her breasts are. She licks her lips, grateful that Relm didn't choose to look up in that moment or her intentions might show clearly on her face.]
[Relm's more sullen, fiery attitude coming back was almost a bit disappointing. She was pretty cute, so distracted and flustered. It made her want to just eat her up! Camilla smiles, hopefully back to hiding her intentions, and goes ahead and sets her bare breasts down on the mattress.]
Say, Relm... [she tilts her head ever so slightly, hair moving as she does.] What would you say if we added, say, another element to this piece?
[Even after getting annoyed by her sister showing off like that, Relm gets back to being rapt with her milk jugs in no time. Any wicked intentions Camilla might have are completely lost on her as she meticulously takes down every little detail of what she sees, only barely needing to change anything at all once they're sitting directly on her mattress.
...She's going to rub her face on that spot just as soon as she's alone again.]
Huh? [She blinks a few times and somehow manages to look Camilla in the face.] Another element? Like what?
[She racks her brain for a second, but nothing comes to mind that they could add to this. Camilla must have something devious in mind, she immediately concludes, and while she knows she should be wary, Relm is curious enough to listen to her.]
Well, [she tilts her head again] most of the sketches I saw were just the breasts at rest, right? The kind of thing you could draw by seeing them... [Relm could have drawn those from looking at her, or their mother, or models in swimsuits.]
[Surely, her would be the first bare breasts Relm had seen since she was breastfed but she's greedy. She wants more and more and to take more "firsts" from her sister. She shifts ever so slightly, feeling her own forbidden excitement. Even if her greed backfired and she were kicked out, she could probably just retreat to her room with a toy. She probably could have done that from the second she heard Relm's gasping through the door. The sight she'd managed to catch was already worth it, though.]
I wouldn't suggest draping anything over them but... What about resting something in-between them? [her eyes flick down again and she looks back up quickly, not wanting to be caught] ... like a water bottle, or maybe one of your brushes? That's something you don't see as often, right?
Or, [don't sound too eager, don't let it show,] if we were to drip something on top to make them shine? [to make them slippery, more inviting, easier to imagine sliding between]
Uh huh... that's what every model I've used has looked like. [She can't go around like, sketching pictures of big bouncing breasts or anything. Not unless she just outright watches porn. Where's Camilla going with this?]
Something in between... [Relm furrows her brow, visibly mulling that over. Lucky for Camilla, she's horny enough for boobs in general that any red flags are smoothed over by the fact that that does sound kind of hot. The brush, especially, it's almost like she's... making her mark on them?
The next suggestion, though, that snaps Relm back to reality and leaves her giving Camilla a wide-eyed look. Drip stuff on them? Like water? Or maybe like that hot candle wax thing she saw one brave trip on the internet...]
So, lemme just get this straight. You want to like... cover your tits in something shiny that draws even more attention to them, while you've got something stuck between them? [She makes a 'hmm' sound, then gives a casual shrug.] Okay, why not. I got some spare brushes on the table right there, give it a shot. And uh, as for the dripping stuff... lotion? Hand soap? [Or maybe a heaping shot of Relm's jizz- no, no, what the fuck is she thinking?]
[No, no, exactly that! Of course, she can't suggest that, it would take a ridiculous amount of obfuscation for no red flags to come up on that. She just needed to evoke the image, though. If she evokes the image, planted the idea in Relm's head about finishing that little jerk-off session on her big sister's tits...]
[She could play the long game.]
I just think it would be fun! [she giggles, shoulders and breasts bouncing with the movement. After that, he'll go for one of the brushes. It's not quite a comparable size but it was something closely associated with Relm herself. That had to be worth something, too. Before returning to her spot, she experimentally rests it between her breasts and squeezes them together. Perfect.]
Baby oil is pretty fun to use for something like that. [Just that hint of experience to taunt Relm with, to make her imagine it,] There's lotion in my room but, well... I wouldn't want to upset the flow of your work. [She settles back down, tits resting on the sheets, idly swirling the paintbrush with a finger as if it were a straw in a drink.]
Maybe... yeah, I think you're right. [It's so not fair that she can jiggle on command like that. It makes Relm's head feel light and her cock want to strain. God, how she wants to grab it and start yanking right now, there's a huge pair of luscious breasts right there, she could hit them from here with her cum...
But she can't. It's her sister. Camilla would never forgive her.]
Oh.
[But what if she never knows?]
I don't have any baby oil or anything... [The mental image of them glistening and slippery makes the idea she's getting all the more enticing. Relm does have a bottle of hand lotion in her nightstand, she uses it for exactly what Camilla walked in on her doing, but she doesn't mention it.]
I um... I've got an idea. But you have to close your eyes while I put it on you. It's, uh, a special formula of mixed up lotion and stuff, and I don't want you memorizing how I make it and selling it behind my back.
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This is heaven for her. And hell. Her obsession with big, bouncy tits and the knowledge that her own may never compare are completely at odds now.]
Uh huh. [She forgot what she's agreeing to there. Relm can't even manage what can be called half attention to communication, she's much too fascinated by Camilla's rising nipples. Her own barely change at all when she gets excited, save getting harder, but these ones are visible larger than they were just a minute ago.
Wait, does that mean that Camilla is...? No, no, she can't be getting excited. It's just the air, Relm likes to keep her room cool. Yeah, that explains everything.]
...Yeah, I bet. [Okay, that snaps her out of her breast-ogling fugue a little. Hello, envy, welcome back to being prominent on her mind.] If you want to rest them directly on the bed, be my guest. It won't ruin the sketch or anything.
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[Relm's more sullen, fiery attitude coming back was almost a bit disappointing. She was pretty cute, so distracted and flustered. It made her want to just eat her up! Camilla smiles, hopefully back to hiding her intentions, and goes ahead and sets her bare breasts down on the mattress.]
Say, Relm... [she tilts her head ever so slightly, hair moving as she does.] What would you say if we added, say, another element to this piece?
[A totally innocent suggestion.]
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...She's going to rub her face on that spot just as soon as she's alone again.]
Huh? [She blinks a few times and somehow manages to look Camilla in the face.] Another element? Like what?
[She racks her brain for a second, but nothing comes to mind that they could add to this. Camilla must have something devious in mind, she immediately concludes, and while she knows she should be wary, Relm is curious enough to listen to her.]
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[Surely, her would be the first bare breasts Relm had seen since she was breastfed but she's greedy. She wants more and more and to take more "firsts" from her sister. She shifts ever so slightly, feeling her own forbidden excitement. Even if her greed backfired and she were kicked out, she could probably just retreat to her room with a toy. She probably could have done that from the second she heard Relm's gasping through the door. The sight she'd managed to catch was already worth it, though.]
I wouldn't suggest draping anything over them but... What about resting something in-between them? [her eyes flick down again and she looks back up quickly, not wanting to be caught] ... like a water bottle, or maybe one of your brushes? That's something you don't see as often, right?
Or, [don't sound too eager, don't let it show,] if we were to drip something on top to make them shine? [to make them slippery, more inviting, easier to imagine sliding between]
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Something in between... [Relm furrows her brow, visibly mulling that over. Lucky for Camilla, she's horny enough for boobs in general that any red flags are smoothed over by the fact that that does sound kind of hot. The brush, especially, it's almost like she's... making her mark on them?
The next suggestion, though, that snaps Relm back to reality and leaves her giving Camilla a wide-eyed look. Drip stuff on them? Like water? Or maybe like that hot candle wax thing she saw one brave trip on the internet...]
So, lemme just get this straight. You want to like... cover your tits in something shiny that draws even more attention to them, while you've got something stuck between them? [She makes a 'hmm' sound, then gives a casual shrug.] Okay, why not. I got some spare brushes on the table right there, give it a shot. And uh, as for the dripping stuff... lotion? Hand soap? [Or maybe a heaping shot of Relm's jizz- no, no, what the fuck is she thinking?]
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[She could play the long game.]
I just think it would be fun! [she giggles, shoulders and breasts bouncing with the movement. After that, he'll go for one of the brushes. It's not quite a comparable size but it was something closely associated with Relm herself. That had to be worth something, too. Before returning to her spot, she experimentally rests it between her breasts and squeezes them together. Perfect.]
Baby oil is pretty fun to use for something like that. [Just that hint of experience to taunt Relm with, to make her imagine it,] There's lotion in my room but, well... I wouldn't want to upset the flow of your work. [She settles back down, tits resting on the sheets, idly swirling the paintbrush with a finger as if it were a straw in a drink.]
If only there were something more convenient...
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But she can't. It's her sister. Camilla would never forgive her.]
Oh.
[But what if she never knows?]
I don't have any baby oil or anything... [The mental image of them glistening and slippery makes the idea she's getting all the more enticing. Relm does have a bottle of hand lotion in her nightstand, she uses it for exactly what Camilla walked in on her doing, but she doesn't mention it.]
I um... I've got an idea. But you have to close your eyes while I put it on you. It's, uh, a special formula of mixed up lotion and stuff, and I don't want you memorizing how I make it and selling it behind my back.