“Do you like being fucked in both holes, Kayla?” Daniel asked.
“Yes.” I gasped. “Am I bad that I like that my stepbrother is fucking my ass while my stepdaddy fucks my cunt.”
“No, you’re not bad, you’re very, very good,” Daniel replied, his voice husky. His mouth dropped onto my neck and he licked and nibbled there making me gasp. “Keep doing that,” Parker ordered him. “It’s making her pussy tremble against my cock.”
“Dirty girl,” Parker whispered in my ear. I loved his nickname for me. I was his dirty girl.
We slid against each other’s bodies with the paint on our skin, until the guys were ready to come. “Shoot onto the canvas,” I asked. “Please.” Their thrusts built and I was being rubbed up and down the canvas as they got closer to their climaxes. “Fuck,” Parker’s hips jerked against my ass. “I’m about to come, sweet little stepsister. Right in front of daddy.” He withdrew and shot his load out onto my back. “There, after, you can rub it into the canvas. A mixture of paint and spunk.” He said, lying on his back.
“Turn around,” Daniel ordered, slipping out of me and holding his cock in his hand. “Lie on your front.” My painted breasts, smeared where they had rubbed against Daniel, plus the rest of the front of my body laid touching the canvas. Daniel knelt behind me and slid right back into me, continuing where he had left off.
He placed a hand on my hipbone and pummeled into me. My body kept sliding back on the canvas with all the paint on me. At the brink of my orgasm, Daniel cruelly withdrew and pumped his cock until I felt the familiar splatter of cum hitting my skin.
“Now turn over, spread your legs apart and make yourself come,” he said.
I did as instructed. I was so damn horny I was almost delirious. I opened my eyes, watching the guys watching me as I put the fingers of one hand in my channel and frigged my swollen bud with the others, all the while the paint and cum on my back were decorating the canvas. “Yes, we’re watching you, dirty girl,” Parker said, licking his top lip.
“I can’t believe you’ve caught me,” I told them. “I’m so embarrassed, my stepfamily watching me, but I’m too close to stop.”
“You’re a disgrace,” Daniel told me. Instead of this turning me off, it made me strum myself harder, my cream running down all over my fingers. “Don’t
tell my mom,” I asked them. “Maybe if you both jerk yourselves off, it can be our little secret.”
The guys begin fisting their dicks again but I couldn’t wait for them. I came hard all over my hands, bucking violently. The men descended on me, Daniel fucking my mouth and Parker now taking a turn in my cunt. We writhed all over the canvas until we were entirely spent.
After a few minutes, we lifted ourselves off and looked at the work before us.
“Hey,” I said looking at the starburst of colors across the canvas, mixed in places and complete with swirls where my ass moved around. “They look really good. I thought they would just be a complete mess.”
Daniel stood studying them, his chin resting on his hand. “I think mounted they’ll look sensational.”
“Kayla does.” Parker quipped.
“I’m going to call this one sensational,” Daniel pointed to the canvas on the left. And we’re going to keep that at home. I’ll hang it in the living room.”
I nodded. “Perfect. And the other?”
“This one is going to the gallery with an explanation that will make people wonder. I’m going to call it submit.”
I didn’t ask what he meant by an explanation. I trusted him to do what was right for us all.
We slipped on the plastic shoes and made our way through the main house to the massive shower in the family bathroom. Daniel figured it was better to mess up one bathroom than them all. We helped loofah the paint from each other’s bodies and sucked and fucked each other until we were all struggling to keep our eyes open.
“Siesta time,” Daniel said and we all retired to our own rooms to rest.
Chapter 13
Two years later…
Kayla
I stepped out of the limousine, taking Daniel’s hand and we walked the carpet laid out towards the venue hosting the night’s ceremony. Parker walked behind us, not wanting to steal the limelight from Daniel. We were at the prestigious Artariad awards. Daniel had been nominated for a breakthrough artist award. The nomination on its own meant a rise in popularity, taking the galleries to ever higher levels. We now had three of them and were hoping to complete on a fourth venue soon.
We were greeted by so many people, some friends in the trade that I recognized--others sycophantic lovies who hung around the popular people only to disappear when a new name arose. I stood with Parker and we watched as several women fawned over Daniel.
“Bless him, he looks scared to death,” Parker said, a smirk appearing on his face.
“I don’t think it helps that he’s so nervous. I know how much he wants to win the award.”