[As always, she takes Relm's haughty commentary in stride. Being a hellion had never stopped Relm from being cute, after all. Camilla was just willing to excuse all manner of rudeness if it came from someone she loved. If that made her a masochist, then, well, fine. She would certainly be a masochist.]
Perfect! [Camilla's face practically lights up when Relm gives her a somewhat positive response.]
We could start right away- [she leans back, starting to pull down the neckline of her shirt. She gets far enough that Relm can definitely tell she's not wearing a bra today before pausing.]
Oh, right, you were... [ahem] busy weren't you... [So, that means she should clearly take her giant milk jugs out of here, right...]
[Sometimes, Relm just has to wonder if there's something sneaky behind Camilla's sweetness. That snooping through her room and looking through her dirty sketches is definitely giving some credibility to the idea... but whatever, she's her sister, they do these things, right?]
Oh. Uh. W-we, um... [Oh, god, is she really exposing herself? Just like that? Relm has seen those things before, but it's been years, and she didn't know boobs were really anything but those weird things her mom and sister have on their chests. The idea of getting them exposed before her makes her mouth feel dry.]
...You already interrupted me. I can, um... f-finish later. [Relm avoids making eye contact, but she really doesn't want Camilla to leave. For her art's sake, of course.] S-so, you're the model here, you can pick what kind of portrait it is. Just tell me when you're in the position you want to be painted in.
[Sisters certainly rummage through each other's things. The motives may be different but that was entirely normal. And Camilla had gotten through quite a lot of her life being sneaky. With looks like hers, a careful application of subterfuge and feigned ignorance was key.]
[And it paid off. All it took was the ditzy move of starting to strip and she'd gotten Relm's attention.]
If you're sure, dearie. It's not healthy to hold it in too long... [And that was what mattered most, after all. Health.]
[Camilla pulls off her shirt, exposing herself with practically no embarrassment. She had any number of excuses, after all. They were both girls, they were sisters, and as far as anyone would ever know, it was modeling. Let's see, how about...]
Like this? [she cups her breasts with her hands, lifting them up and pressing them together. From an artistic standpoint, there was the way that her fingers sunk into the softness. From a temptation standpoint, it made a very alluring bit of cleavage.]
[Maybe it's high time Relm goes through Camilla's stuff... except what in the world could she expect to find except clothing way too big for herself? Maybe a diary buried somewhere way in the back of a dresser drawer?
Whatever, she'll keep her head in the now. And her eyes. This was so wrong, she shouldn't be staring right into her sister's rack like this, but hormones are dangerous things, and all the blood that should be helping her brain think is down in her cock.]
Yeah, yeah, I'm sure! I told you I'm okay with it, didn't I? [Nevertheless, she still gets flustered when Camilla brings up her interrupted masturbation session. As soon as she's alone again, she'll finish herself off, that's what she thinks.
She actually feels her jaw drop when Camilla's top comes off. Looking at nudes in drawing books is one thing, actually seeing them lightly bouncing before her eyes is something else entirely. Relm's eyes are so wide, staring so hard, she's sure she'll never forget anything she's seeing, right down to the individual bumps on her areola.]
Uh huh, just like that. [Her words are a little dopey-sounding, she's so distracted. Swallowing loudly, she turns herself about to get into a better position, momentarily forgetting she's completely naked and her dick is sticking out from between her thighs. She grabs her sketchbook and a pencil, fumbling around a little due to her inability to tear her eyes away from Camilla holding up her jugs, and gets right into sketching those curves.] Wow, you, um... I'm sure this will be a great drawing.
[Camilla's eyes briefly dart to between her sister's legs. Now, she can't be caught staring, not with Relm looking at her so carefully.]
[Or, maybe it was fine, since Relm seemed absolutely hypnotized by her breasts.]
Is that so? [With being exposed and the Relm's attentive stare, those nipples start to stand up to attention. Otherwise, she's trying to keep still for Relm's drawing. To think, one of the drawings in that secret sketchbook would be undeniably hers. That was addicting. Her mind is racing ahead to what other things she could get away with in the future.]
[Maybe she should leave something for Relm to find in her room. Some of those bras she threatened to cut up? Maybe one of her toys? No, the risk of her mother finding that overwhelmed the thought of Relm finding it.]
I'll hold them as long as you like, Relm, but... they are a little heavy. [The humble brag, yet another of Camilla's devious techniques.]
[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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Perfect! [Camilla's face practically lights up when Relm gives her a somewhat positive response.]
We could start right away- [she leans back, starting to pull down the neckline of her shirt. She gets far enough that Relm can definitely tell she's not wearing a bra today before pausing.]
Oh, right, you were... [ahem] busy weren't you... [So, that means she should clearly take her giant milk jugs out of here, right...]
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Oh. Uh. W-we, um... [Oh, god, is she really exposing herself? Just like that? Relm has seen those things before, but it's been years, and she didn't know boobs were really anything but those weird things her mom and sister have on their chests. The idea of getting them exposed before her makes her mouth feel dry.]
...You already interrupted me. I can, um... f-finish later. [Relm avoids making eye contact, but she really doesn't want Camilla to leave. For her art's sake, of course.] S-so, you're the model here, you can pick what kind of portrait it is. Just tell me when you're in the position you want to be painted in.
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[And it paid off. All it took was the ditzy move of starting to strip and she'd gotten Relm's attention.]
If you're sure, dearie. It's not healthy to hold it in too long... [And that was what mattered most, after all. Health.]
[Camilla pulls off her shirt, exposing herself with practically no embarrassment. She had any number of excuses, after all. They were both girls, they were sisters, and as far as anyone would ever know, it was modeling. Let's see, how about...]
Like this? [she cups her breasts with her hands, lifting them up and pressing them together. From an artistic standpoint, there was the way that her fingers sunk into the softness. From a temptation standpoint, it made a very alluring bit of cleavage.]
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Whatever, she'll keep her head in the now. And her eyes. This was so wrong, she shouldn't be staring right into her sister's rack like this, but hormones are dangerous things, and all the blood that should be helping her brain think is down in her cock.]
Yeah, yeah, I'm sure! I told you I'm okay with it, didn't I? [Nevertheless, she still gets flustered when Camilla brings up her interrupted masturbation session. As soon as she's alone again, she'll finish herself off, that's what she thinks.
She actually feels her jaw drop when Camilla's top comes off. Looking at nudes in drawing books is one thing, actually seeing them lightly bouncing before her eyes is something else entirely. Relm's eyes are so wide, staring so hard, she's sure she'll never forget anything she's seeing, right down to the individual bumps on her areola.]
Uh huh, just like that. [Her words are a little dopey-sounding, she's so distracted. Swallowing loudly, she turns herself about to get into a better position, momentarily forgetting she's completely naked and her dick is sticking out from between her thighs. She grabs her sketchbook and a pencil, fumbling around a little due to her inability to tear her eyes away from Camilla holding up her jugs, and gets right into sketching those curves.] Wow, you, um... I'm sure this will be a great drawing.
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[Or, maybe it was fine, since Relm seemed absolutely hypnotized by her breasts.]
Is that so? [With being exposed and the Relm's attentive stare, those nipples start to stand up to attention. Otherwise, she's trying to keep still for Relm's drawing. To think, one of the drawings in that secret sketchbook would be undeniably hers. That was addicting. Her mind is racing ahead to what other things she could get away with in the future.]
[Maybe she should leave something for Relm to find in her room. Some of those bras she threatened to cut up? Maybe one of her toys? No, the risk of her mother finding that overwhelmed the thought of Relm finding it.]
I'll hold them as long as you like, Relm, but... they are a little heavy. [The humble brag, yet another of Camilla's devious techniques.]
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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.