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Little Sister's Sculpture Project
by Beating Off Bob (beatingoffbob@yahoo.com)

***

Lori's brother ruins her art project so she demands he 
model for its replacement. What she ends up with is 
useful as well as beautiful, but it's still not as good 
as the real thing. (MF-teens, inc, 1st, size, mast, 
oral, preg)

***

Lori scraped one last sliver of clay away from her art 
project. It was finished. She looked at it critically. 
It was a recreation of the statue "The Thinker" that 
she had done from photographs of the famous piece. It 
had taken her six months. But it looked good. She was 
sure anyone would recognize it. The muscles in the 
naked man's body had been much harder to form than she 
had thought they would be. But now it was done. She'd 
turn it in tomorrow. Ms Haskins would fire it in the 
big kiln in the school and she'd get an 'A' for sure.

 She was really quite proud of her work. She set the 
statue carefully on the shelf behind the door, where no 
one would see it and be tempted to bother it. Then she 
went over to her vanity and sat down to begin the 
hundred strokes she gave her long blond hair every 
single night.

She looked at herself in the mirror just as critically 
as she had examined her art work. She saw a nice 
looking girl of sixteen, with a modest bosom under the 
oversized T shirt she usually wore to bed each night. 
She frowned at her nose. She'd always thought it was 
slightly bent. She leaned forward and peered more 
closely at it.

It was then that her brother Rod came barging into her 
room. He slammed open the door, yelling "Hey squirt! 
Have you seen my Algebra book?" 

The door swung back against the wall forcefully. It hit 
the shelf. "The Thinker" teetered... and fell. Both 
occupants in the room turned at the sound of it hitting 
the floor and shattering into a thousand pieces.

"Oh... sorry." Rod said and started to ask his question 
again. Then he stopped. The look on his little sister's 
face was that of cold blooded murder, about to happen. 
Her mouth was open and she was taking in a breath that 
he thought would be used to scream loud enough to wake 
the dead. He looked back at the brown pieces of clay 
scattered across the carpet. "What was that?" he said.

It has to be said here that Rod was a man's man. He was 
tall, thick in the neck, broad shouldered, and powerful 
in all ways. Four years of football and wrestling had 
done that for him. He was afraid of no man in a face to 
face confrontation. He'd been in two fights during his 
High School years, and had won both within seconds. He 
was a tough guy.

But right now he was backing away from his 5' 6" 
sister. Her face was beet red, her hands were in fists 
and she was STALKING toward him like she was going to 
eat him for a snack. "THAT!" she growled "WAS MY ART 
PROJECT. I SPENT SIX MONTHS ON IT, IT'S DUE TOMORROW, 
AND YOU JUST RUINED IT BY BARGING IN HERE, YOU PRICK!"

Rod put his hands up between them, palms facing his 
sister. "Calm down Lori. I said I was sorry. Hey, no 
problem, I'll just give you one of my old ones. You can 
turn that in. It's cool."

Lori thought for about a tenth of a second about that. 
Her brother's art projects were usually made of 
popsickle sticks or something like that. "I CAN'T use 
one of YOUR stupid projects, you PRICK! It has to be 
something from human ANATOMY and that's something YOU 
wouldn't even know how TO SPELL. YOU'RE A PRICK! A 
STUPID BIG MALE PENIS WITH NO BRAIN." She started to 
cry.

Being called names by his sister didn't really bother 
Rod. Her crying because of him did. He tried to take 
her in his arms and hug her, but Lori was having none 
of it. She pushed him away, batting at his arms and 
hands. Then she suddenly stopped. She stared straight 
at his chest, her mouth open. "THAT'S IT!" she 
squealed. "You ARE a prick. I mean you HAVE one." 

She looked upward, into his eyes. "Take your pants 
off." she ordered.

Rod was confused. Most men would have been, had their 
sister been ranting at them one minute and telling them 
to take their pants off the next. "What?" he asked.

"I said TAKE YOUR PANTS OFF YOU PRICK." Then she 
giggled.

Rod just stood there. "Lori, what's wrong?" He was 
trying to understand. But his sister was acting crazy.

"Look. You ruined my project, right?" she said in a 
tone most people would use on a five year old.

"Uh huh" he nodded.

"And I have to have a project to turn in tomorrow, 
right?" she smiled, nodding.

"Uh huh" he nodded again.

"And the project I'm going to turn in is going to be a 
sculpture of YOUR prick. I mean penis." she blushed. 
She hadn't quite thought this out when she'd first 
thought about it. When she'd yelled "prick" at him all 
those times, she had a sudden mental picture of an 
erection. Who better to model for her than the idiot 
who had ruined her project in the first place. 

She explained it to him.

"But Lori, I'm your brother." he said in response.

"So?" she said, hands on hips.

"So, if I take my pants off you'll see my prick." he 
said in his most reasonable voice.

"Of COURSE I'LL SEE YOUR PRICK!" she yelled. "THAT'S 
THE WHOLE POINT YOU IDIOT."

"But..." he stepped back as she took a threatening step 
forward. "OK, OK, don't get your panties in a wad." he 
had his hands up again. Then they dropped to his gym 
shorts and he slid them down to his knees. He let them 
drop and stepped out of them. He shuffled his feet, 
embarrassed to be standing completely naked in front of 
his little sister. It was a good thing mom and dad were 
off visiting Uncle Bob and Aunt Vicky. They'd never 
understand this.

Lori was staring at her brother. She'd seen him naked 
before, of course. But not like this. Now she was 
actually LOOKING at him, examining him critically, with 
the eye of an artist. She suddenly realized he was a 
good looking guy! Her eye followed the curve of his 
muscles as they rippled across his chest, along his 
arms. Her eyes dropped to his groin.

Wow. His penis hung down a good six inches. It had a 
pointy tip and she was glad he was circumcised, since 
she thought it would be hard to sculpt that with a hood 
on it. It didn't look very impressive though. Not like 
the one in her imagination had looked, anyway. Looking 
at it, trying to imagine making something like that in 
clay, she began to have second thoughts. It would be 
too hard. 

Hmmmm... hard. "THAT'S IT" she yelled. She startled 
Rod, who had been trying to figure out just what she 
was doing, staring at him all over like that, and then 
at his cock for so long. He watched as she went to the 
shelf and got down a plastic bag that had a lump of 
brown clay sealed inside. She reached in, pulled it out 
and threw it down on her work table. She sat down, 
began kneading the clay and looked up at her brother. 

"OK, come over here." she ordered. He did and stood 
about three feet from her. "OK" she said again. 

And then, like it was the most normal thing in the 
world to say, she said. "Now... make it hard."

Again Rod couldn't comprehend what she was saying. It 
wasn't that he was stupid, he just wasn't on her plane 
of thinking right then. "What are you talking about?" 
he said.

"I can't sculpt... THAT" she pointed at his limp penis 
with one long fingernail. "It needs to be hard... 
erect. Then I can make one that looks like it." It 
sounded so reasonable when she explained it.

"I can't just make it hard" he said. Right then he was 
afraid it might never get hard again. "It doesn't work 
that way."

Lori threw him a scathing glance. "OK, if you felt like 
beating off, and you wanted to get it hard so you could 
do that, what would you do?"

Rod got really red in the face. "Come ON, Lori. Sisters 
just DON'T talk to their brothers about this kind of 
stuff."

"Of course they do" she said in a frustrated voice. 
"We're talking about it."

"Yeah, but..." Rod didn't know what to say. Lori took 
matters into her own hands. She had an idea. She hoped 
it would work, because if it didn't, she'd feel bad 
about things for a long, long time. She stood up and 
whipped off her nightshirt. Now she stood, clad only in 
pale blue bikini panties, facing her brother. She tried 
to stick her chest out, but felt so foolish doing so 
that she immediately straightened her posture. She 
glanced down at his cock and smiled. It was working. 
She heaved a sigh of relief. If he hadn't responded to 
her nudity, she'd have felt ugly for years.

Rod was thunderstruck. He had tried to sneak peeks at 
Lori for years now, she being the most available nearly 
naked girl in his life. And now, here she was, only a 
few feet away. His eyes hungrily roamed over her soft 
round breasts, with their strawberry nipples. He licked 
his lips. Then, unconsciously, he reached for his cock 
and stroked it. It hardened even more.

"Oh goody," smiled Lori. "Now we can get to work." 

Rod scowled. He'd been had. But, she was almost naked, 
after all, so things weren't all bad. "OK, but you have 
to stay the way you are," he said. 

His sister looked at him and arched an eyebrow. Then 
she began molding the clay, making it longer, like a 
big hot dog. She squeezed and pushed and molded and 
pretty soon it actually began to start looking a little 
like a penis. Rod stared at it. Now it looked like his 
sister was playing around with a penis. That made him 
even harder. 

She kept glancing at his cock and then back at the one 
in her hands. But she was all bent over and he couldn't 
see her boobs any more. Then she made him take his hand 
away from his cock, so she could see it better. Pretty 
soon he started getting bored and his cock began to 
flag right along with his attention span.

Lori noticed. "Rod!" she said "It's wilting. Do 
something."

He looked at her. "I can't. You made me quit playing 
with it. It doesn't stay hard forever, you know."

She looked startled. "No. I don't know. In fact, I 
never even saw one of those before tonight. Not a real 
one anyway. OK, what do we need to do?"

Rod's brain finally kicked in, zeroing in on her use of 
the word "we". He decided to try his luck. "Well, it 
stays hard a lot longer if a girl touches it or maybe 
puts it... in her mouth or something."

Two things happened to Lori in that instant. The first 
was that she was outraged at the idea that her brother 
was suggesting that she touch him or even worse! But 
the second was a flood of very peculiar and nice 
feelings that stirred in her loins and zipped up to her 
bare nipples. She started to yell at her brother, but 
stopped. She had to get this project ready. It was the 
majority of her grade and she needed that `A`. She 
looked at her brother and saw the puppy dog hope in his 
eyes. It almost made her laugh. He was such a goofball. 
"Come here" she said.

Rod walked over to his sister, his half-hard cock 
leading the way. He stood, his cock at her eye level, 
with his hands on his hips. Lori peered at his penis. 
It looked different close up. She could see a lot more 
bumps and ridges and veins on it. She didn't think 
they'd be too hard to duplicate. She reached out to 
move it around, so she could see how it attached to the 
balls. 

To her surprise it got harder almost instantly. Now she 
could see that the tip was actually sort of arrowhead 
shaped. It flared backwards and then the diameter 
shrank quite a bit. It looked like if you shoved it 
into a tight place, it might get stuck. She realized 
exactly what the "tight place" was that she was 
thinking about and flushed red. Her panties suddenly 
felt tight and confining.

And wet. 

In an effort to lighten things up a little, Lori began 
talking to her brother's cock. "Well, now, aren't you a 
handsome fellow" she said, again moving it this way and 
that, so she could see all the details. Now it was so 
hard that it stood out from his bush at a 45 degree 
angle all by itself. 

She held her model up beside it and began to make the 
clay look like the flesh. When she saw his penis begin 
to fall from it's 45 degree angle, she reached out, 
wrapped her hand around it, squeezed and then slid her 
hand up and then back down the hard length. She'd heard 
girls talk about doing that. Rod hissed. His cock 
resumed its position of attention. 

"Good boy" she said to her model.

She had to play with it two more times before she was 
ready to take a break. She had been talking to it 
nonstop for a while, commenting on how strong and 
handsome "he" looked, and about how proud she was of 
"him" to stand at attention for so long for her. "He" 
had started leaking milky drops of stuff when she 
played with "him" and these had also made her panties 
get wetter and wetter. 

When she lay her model down on the table she made her 
decision. It had performed well for her, and it 
deserved a reward. She leaned over and kissed the tip, 
rubbing her loose lips all over the slippery wet head. 
Rod groaned and swayed backwards, his arms lifting to 
compensate.

Lori pulled her lips away and looked up at her panting 
brother. "If it... if it... went off? ... would you be 
able to make it hard again? So I could finish?"

Rod heard her words and almost came at the thought that 
she might let him get some relief. She'd been killing 
him for fifteen minutes now. 

"Yes!" he barked and his hand shot to his cock to jerk 
it off. He was stunned when Lori batted his hand away 
from his aching cock and took it in her own. She 
stroked it gently, several times, and then leaned in to 
tease the tip with her lips and teeth again. She gave 
the tip a big wet kiss and looked up at her brother 
again. "I don't know what that stuff is, but it tastes 
yummy."

Then she opened her mouth and took the whole head in. 
She had time to roll her tongue all around the smooth 
soft/hard glans and then suck experimentally, when her 
mouth was filled with a slightly salty stronger version 
of what she'd been tasting before. 

Rod groaned again, louder this time and said "Oh shit 
Oh shit Oh shit!" 

His hips jerked, thrusting his spurting boner deeper 
into her mouth and she unconsciously jacked him a 
couple of times while her sucking mouth stayed clamped 
on. She swallowed reflexively and decided that this was 
no chore at all. She could get used to doing this! She 
was going to have to put her hand in her panties pretty 
soon, though. She itched BAD down there. 

To heck with it. She slipped her hand inside her 
panties, slipped a finger into her pussy and began to 
rub her clit furiously. Before he had finished 
depositing his gift in her mouth, she was thrilling 
into a nice quiet orgasm. She decided that having 
something in her mouth like this made it even easier to 
get off.

Finally Lori pulled off of his shrinking cock, smacked 
her lips, jerked her hand out of her panties, and sat 
back. Rod staggered backwards until he came to a wall 
and then slid down it slowly, gasping for air. 

"Wow Lori" he gazed at her adoringly. "That was too 
cool." 

She just smiled at him. "Why thank you big brother. I 
had a pretty good time too."

They got a snack, walking around mostly naked, and then 
went back to her room so she could finish her project. 
Rod automatically started playing with his dick. It got 
thicker and longer, but not hard like before. Lori 
tried, and things improved a little, but still no 
really rampant boner. Rod looked at her helplessly. "It 
still feels pretty satisfied, I guess." he said.

So Lori got more clay and made two lumps that she 
fashioned into balls. They were difficult too, because 
she had to make the smooth clay look wrinkled. When she 
was satisfied with them, he still wasn't completely 
hard again though.

Then Lori had yet another idea. She stood up, bent 
over, and peeled her sticky panties down her legs, 
stepping out of them daintily. She sat back down facing 
her brother, and slowly let her knees swing apart to 
the sides. She was feeling horny again, so she slid one 
finger down over her sparse blond curls and used it to 
split her pussy lips, which were all stuck together. 
Her pussy gaped open, looking right at her brother's 
wide eyes.

His prick jumped to it's maximum hardness. Lori just 
smiled. "I won't need all that long now." she said. 
"I'm almost done. I just need to finalize the details." 
Now she compared her model to the real thing and made 
tiny adjustments, scraping here, pushing there, using 
tools now and not just her hands. She used a paper clip 
to make the piss slit and the hole. Rod winced as she 
did that, but she didn't notice. 

Being this close to his cock again was making her even 
more horny. She could feel her juices running down the 
cheeks of her butt. Finally she was satisfied with the 
penis. Then she picked up the testicles she had 
finished a while before, and attached the two pieces. 
She held them up next to her brother's and was 
ecstatic. It was amazing how real the model looked. It 
didn't have hair, but you couldn't have everything. Now 
she really looked at her model closely. Could she 
actually turn this in? Ms Haskins would either give her 
an `A` or demand she be suspended, one or the other. 

"OK. All done. You can go to your room and take care of 
our friend there."

Rod's face fell. "You mean you're not going to... .?" 
He actually pouted!

Lori laughed. "Don't get greedy you big... PRICK!" she 
burst into gales of laughter. 

Rod frowned, but couldn't keep it up. He laughed too. 
"Really, Lori. Thanks. I mean I never thought... well, 
you know. Thanks." He backed away. 

He wasn't out of the door ten seconds before Lori had 
two fingers pounding away in her pussy, her face inches 
from the facsimile of her brother's erection. She came 
hard and long, this time.

The next day Lori took her project into school in a 
shoe box. She had brought the pieces of the broken 
sculpture in a sack, in case Ms Haskins wanted to see 
them. She went up to Ms Haskins nervously. "Ms 
Haskins?" 

Rachel Haskins, the 25 year old first year Art teacher 
turned her brunet head toward one of her favorite 
students. She was proud of Lori for working so hard in 
the class this year. Lori had made all the 
"unpleasantness" of teaching worth while. 

"Yes Lori?" she said.

Lori was pink faced. "Um... I know I said I was going 
to sculpt 'The Thinker', but my brother knocked it off 
the shelf last night and broke it."

Rachel's joy dimmed. Was this just another student 
trying to pawn off something quick and dirty to get a 
grade? What a lame excuse.

Lori held out the sack, opened it and poured out the 
broken man. Rachel could see that it really had been a 
representation of the famous statue. She couldn't let 
Lori get over on the system, however. "Lori, it's too 
bad about your project, but rules are rules. I'm afraid 
I won't be able to give you full credit for this." She 
looked at the pile of broken clay.

"Oh!" yelped Lori. "I HAVE a project. I mean I did 
something else. After it got broken I mean. But... it's 
sort of... private." She clutched the box to her chest.

Rachel felt better. Lori had lived up to her 
impression. "Well, that's OK, I guess. What is it?"

Lori fearfully extended the box in both hands. "Please 
don't be mad Ms Haskins. It was the only thing I could 
think of doing that I could get done in one night."

Rachel was intrigued. She carefully lifted one end of 
the box top, irrationally worried that something might 
jump out at her. She got a glimpse of the object 
inside. Her jaw dropped. She lifted the lid completely 
and examined Lori's project. She felt her pussy dampen 
and her nipples tingled. It was exquisite. It was a 
life-size sculpture of an erect penis. It had been done 
with loving care. Rachel frowned. It was almost too 
good. 

She began to have doubts again. Could Lori be trying to 
pawn off a professionally produced piece as her own 
work? Rachel reached in and turned the penis over. Now 
she saw the flaws in the work. The ball sack wasn't as 
good as the penis itself. It had been done more 
hurriedly, with less detail. Much less time had been 
spent on it, though it too looked quite lifelike. 
"There's a lot of sperm in that ball sack," thought 
Rachel Haskins to herself. Again her pussy spritzed. 

She went back to the penis. She tried to control her 
animal desires. It was too big to be life-size. It had 
to be nine inches long from the amazingly detailed tip 
to the base. But that was about the only thing she 
could see that made it anything less than a true work 
of art.

"It's beautiful," she admitted to Lori, who grinned 
ecstatically. "It's a little out of scale, though."

"I don't understand," said Lori, her face falling.

"It's a little too big to be life-sized. That's what 
you were trying for, right?"

"But..." Lori said innocently "It's exactly the same as 
my model. I held them side by side!" She realized what 
she had just said and her face flamed. She ducked her 
head. She was SO embarrassed.

Rachel caught herself with her mouth hanging open. This 
sweet innocent girl had actually SEEN a real monster 
penis like this one? In the flesh? Now Rachel thought 
about leaving the room. She needed to calm down. She 
needed... well, she needed something like she was 
holding in her hand! She smiled as she thought how very 
happy she was going to make her boyfriend when she got 
home tonight.

"Well then" she said, trying to keep her voice level. 
"In that case, I'd say it's about perfect." Lori lit up 
again. "Now," Rachel went on. "Since this is classic 
work, we need to preserve it. I think you should use a 
plain white or black bisque on it. That way, when it's 
fired, it will soften the details just a little, and 
make the whole thing smooth and nice to the touch." 

She pinked up a little as she realized she had 
suggested this piece should be handled, rather than 
just displayed. "And it's going to have to dry for a 
while. I can't put this in the kiln yet or it would 
ruin it, and this is too good to ruin. "I hope you 
understand, though, that we won't be able to display 
this with the rest of the projects. I'd actually like 
to - it's that good - but poor old Mr. Peterson would 
have a heart attack." She smiled again. 

They both giggled at that. 

Two days later Ms Haskins gave her back the box, along 
with a bottle of black bisque glaze. 

"I pushed it a little, but the first firing went well. 
Paint this tonight and I'll fire it again tomorrow.

That night she carefully painted the sculpture and then 
took it back to Ms Haskins. Rachel examined it 
carefully and said "Perfect. Come see me after school 
today. It should be done by then."

Lori was back in the Art classroom right after school. 
Ms Haskins was at her desk and smiled when she saw 
Rachel. "It came out beautifully." she said. She opened 
a drawer and pulled out Lori's project. It WAS 
beautiful. It was shiny black and now it looked... 
ferocious. It was the epitome of maleness. It made 
Lori's knees weak and her pussy got wet immediately. 
She reached out and caressed the smooth hard head, then 
jerked her hand back, embarrassed that she had lost 
control.

Ms Haskins smiled a wry smile. "Don't feel bad. I did 
the same thing." She blushed a little. "In fact, I'll 
tell you a secret about this if you'll tell me who your 
model was."

"Oh, I couldn't," blushed Lori. "I'd be too 
embarrassed."

"I understand," said Rachel a little sadly. "Well, I'll 
tell you my secret anyway. It took every ounce of self 
control I had to keep myself from trying this beauty 
out when I took it out of the Kiln. You did a fabulous 
job on this Lori. If you ever decide you don't want to 
keep it, please remember me. I'd love to own this."

Lori was astonished. Her prim young teacher had just 
admitted that she wanted to "use" her project, and Lori 
knew EXACTLY what Ms Haskins meant when she said that 
word! Lori took the project and stuffed it in her 
purse. 

She stood there for a second, looked at her teacher, 
whispered, "It was my brother," and then fled.

But she thought about what Ms. Haskins had said all the 
way home.

And when she got there she went straight to her room. 
She was panting just thinking about what she was going 
to do. She tore her clothing off. Her panties stuck to 
her wet pussy again as she pulled them down. Then she 
flung herself on the bed, spread her legs and plugged 
her art project up into her pussy.

It was delicious. It was delightful. It felt so hard 
and smooth and it went in soooo deep. She flipped it 
upside down and the balls pressed against her clitty. 
She was right in the middle of a nice hard loud cum 
when her brother burst into the room.

"What's wrong Lori?" he asked, sounding worried. He'd 
come into the house from school and heard her moaning 
and groaning and then heard her yelling like she was 
being killed. He stood frozen as he realized she was 
fucking her pussy with something long and black and 
hard. He stared. He realized what it looked like. 

"You got a DILDO?!" he yelled.

Lori rolled her head to look at her brother. She didn't 
care that he'd caught her. She felt too good. "Noooo 
you... you... PRICK!" she burst out laughing and then 
sobbed in joy. "It's not a dildo... it's... YOU!" She 
flopped back on the bed limp, gasping. She was too weak 
to even pull her project out of her satisfied pussy.

Rod walked over to the bed and looked at the thing 
still stuck into his sister's pussy. Now he recognized 
it. It was shiny and black now, while the last time 
he'd seen it, it had been brown, with a flat finish. 
She'd done something to it that made it smooth and 
shiny. 

And now she was fucking herself with it. 

His dick sprang to attention. Lori rolled her head 
wearily toward her brother and saw where he was 
looking. She reached down and pulled her project out of 
her pussy. It made a squelching wet sound as it came 
out. She glanced at her brother's pants and saw the 
bulge there. 

She reached out and touched it. "Show me" she said 
softly.

In a flash Rod stripped. His hard organ bobbed as he 
took his socks off, hopping from one foot to the other. 
He walked back to the edge of the bed, his boner waving 
at his sister. "Do you think maybe you could... kiss it 
again? Like last night?" he begged his sister.

She held up the project, holding it next to her 
brother's live, warm cock. 

"I tried this," she held up the sculpture. "Now I want 
to try the real thing." She pulled on his cock and 
spread her legs.

Rod wasn't quite sure how it happened, but he found 
himself kneeling between his naked little sister's 
thighs. His cock was sheathed in her hot slick pussy 
and that pussy was thrusting up at him. He couldn't 
quite believe it at first, but her pussy nibbled at 
him, and sucked at him and milked him until, with a 
grunt and a sigh he let his balls go and blasted her 
full of his thick potent sticky cum. He had fleeting 
thoughts of pregnancy, and how she was going to be mad 
when he found out he'd spurted in her, but he couldn't 
stop that copious seed from flowing into her womb.

He found out he was wrong later, when she demanded that 
he squirt in her again. 

And again later. He almost didn't have the energy to 
get up and go to school, but she made him.

He hurried home after school, though. Youth springs 
eternal, as they say. He went straight to her room and 
opened the door. She was lying on the bed, stark naked, 
reading a magazine. 

She lowered the mag and said, "I've been waiting for 
you." Man she sounded sexy.

"Oh, I hurried as fast as I could," he said. "I'm 
surprised you aren't playing with your... project."

She spread her legs, holding her arms out to him. "Oh 
that? I gave it away. Now come here. I need you."

Basically they fucked like rabbits until their parents 
got back home. After that it was more difficult, but 
they found ways to be together. It wasn't unusual for 
one of them to sneak into the other's room in the 
middle of the night.

On the day before graduation, Lori and Rod sat at the 
dinner table with their parents, eating dinner. Lori 
was trying to figure out a way to announce that she was 
pregnant when her brother made his own announcement.

"Guess what? I got a summer job!" 

Everyone looked interested. "Yeah, Ms. Haskins, the Art 
Teacher? She hired me to be her intern for the summer 
school sculpture class." He looked proud of himself. 
"She said she might let me do some modeling."

Lori spit her mouthful of noodles all the way across 
the table.

END

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.

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