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 a photograph 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 pop sickle 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. 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, her 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 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. 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. Rod hissed. His cock resumed it's 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 a lot! 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.