"So April, any guess on who will be our live model for drawing class today? I really hope it's a hot guy. I know it won't be, but a girl can dream."
I listened to my friend Rebecca ramble on as she normally does while we entered the art classroom together. I put my bag down at my station and started to take out some pencils and placed my large drawing pad on my easel while she did the same thing next to me.
I rubbed my hands together to warm them up and put them in the pocket of my hoodie and eventually replied, "I don't know who or what it'll be, but I just hope it's just someone young. I'd feel weird drawing a naked old dude or something."
It was snowy and cold outside, and the Art Room at Wheaton Community College was always freezing. The fact that I was only 5'2" and thin made it feel even colder. Occasionally in class, I'd lose feeling in my fingers as I tried to hold my pencil or brush. Some of the other girls in class were more fashionable or artsy with their wardrobe, but I would take the warm comforts of a hoodie and jeans any day.
Rebecca and I idly chatted for a bit more as we waited for our class to start and eventually, our professor walked in and said, "Good afternoon class, today is the big day. We have a live model here who is going to pose for us in the nude."
I looked over at Rebecca and I saw her hiding behind her own drawing pad with her fingers crossed, looking like she was saying a silent prayer. I mean, I understood where she was coming from. It certainly would be nice to have some hot muscular guy to stare at for the next hour or so.
"Now before I bring him in, I wanted to remind all of you that this is an art class and we're here to learn how to draw the human body. I don't want to hear any comments about the model himself ok?" I heard the professor say sternly.
"Yes professor," I replied in unison with the rest of the class.
A moment later, the professor opened a door and the model walked in and sat at the front of the class. The moment I caught a glance, my mouth hung open wide and I covered my mouth with my hands so as to not make any noise. I quickly darted behind my easel so I couldn't be seen. I looked over at my friend Rebecca and her eyes were open super wide in shock.
She leaned over to me and whispered, "Oh shit April, isn't that your brother Connor?"
Damn it, so this wasn't some sort of dream or hallucination. What the hell was he doing as a nude model? He was a year older than me and also attended Wheaton Community College, but we had completely opposite interests. I never thought in a million years he would do something like this.
"Alright class, once our model removes his robe, you have one hour to sketch him. I'll be around providing guidance as you draw. Begin!" Our professor announced and I couldn't help but wince.
I heard Connor take off his robe and while I was still hiding behind my drawing pad, I looked around and saw everyone else drawing. I glanced over at Rebecca, and I saw her drawing with an absolutely beaming smile with her eyes lit up. She eventually noticed me staring at her and I saw her mouth 'what?'. I annoyingly indicated to her that he was my brother and looked surprised that she wasn't grossed out. Hell, we've been friends since middle school and she had known him just as long.
I saw her pause as she leaned over and whispered, "He's not my brother. Besides, his body is a panty dropper for sure."
I reached out to try to slap her for saying that, but she leaned away and happily went back to looking at Connor and continued to sketch him. I rubbed my face and forehead as I tried to calm myself down and convince myself that this wasn't a big deal. I brushed my dirty blonde hair behind my ears and took a deep breath. He was my brother, yes, but he was also a human male. I could draw a human male. For one hour I could ignore the fact that he was my brother right?
I slowly leaned over and peaked to the side of my drawing pad. I ever so softly gasped and realized that Rebecca was right, his body was unbelievable. It seemed like every part of my brother was covered in large muscles. They weren't super defined or ripped like a bodybuilder would be, but they were prominent and bulged out even though he was just sitting there. If he toned up more, I thought he could give the school heartthrob Alex a run for his money as the hottest guy at school.
He was on the college's football team and had been working out for the past few years, but I never noticed how huge he'd gotten. Probably because I never saw him with his shirt off like this. It was hard to rectify the skinny boy I knew growing up with the hunk of a powerful male that sat right in front of me.
His arms looked so large that he could pick up any girl with ease and whisk her away to his place where she would likely let him do anything with her. His shoulders and chest were incredibly wide and his pecs clearly jumped out from his chest. Even his abs looked powerful and solid, like a wall. I knew he was about six feet tall, so between his muscles and height, he had a commanding presence. Apparently, he got all the tall genes rather than me.
However, his muscular body was only devoured by my eyes for just a couple of seconds before they lowered and noticed that he had a massive cock. My brother was fucking hung. It was completely soft, but it looked thick and imposing as it was draped over the chair and rested against his muscular thigh. He was bigger soft than any of the guys I'd been with hard.
While my mind wrestled with the quandary of the model also being my brother, my body apparently did not care at all. I felt my nipples become rock hard and strain against my D-cup bra. I was secretly thankful that I wore this hoodie today so no one could notice, but they were so hard I was worried they would still somehow poke through. I also felt my pussy become wet the longer I stared at his thick cock.
As I stared at his physique, I noticed his entire demeanor exuded a sort of cockiness and confidence. I had to say, if I didn't know him as well as I did, it would be pretty damn sexy. I saw his eyes roam the room, probably checking out all the girls in the class, but they eventually made contact with mine. I immediately saw his eyes change from confidence to panic as he realized that his sister was in the class.
I tried to be as incognito as possible while I made a facial reaction and mouthed some words that screamed, 'what the fuck are you doing here?'. Before my brother even had a chance to motion back to me, the professor walked by my station and softly suggested that I had better start drawing. I smiled and agreed immediately. After the professor walked away, I glared at my brother one last time before I leaned back to my drawing pad.
