Worse Than Shameful: No Need For Modesty_New April 10

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Worse Than Shameful
Chapter 20. Art Project Ideas

The day was getting near for the Art Exhibition at my middle school. I had a laptop slide presentation to show my class, a series of photos
of nude statues and paintings by various famous European artists from centuries ago. The most famous of these is the "David" statue which
can be seen in Florence, Italy. There were nudes from ancient Greek vases, to paintings by Caravaggio of naked cupids, and a group of
nude bathers at a swimming hole by Thomas Eakins. I could find examples of the nude male form in many cultures throughout history.
The ones I found most intriguing were more recent works of art in the twentieth century, such as the drawings and sketches by Otto
Lohmuller and Pierre Joubert who did cover art for scouting books and adventure books such as stories of Mowgli without the boy even having
that red underwear on.

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Sitting at the kitchen table I was not eating my breakfast. I had hardly touched my cereal, while Chad and Bradley were scooping the last
spoonful of raisin bran into their mouths. Mom looked over at me, asked what was the matter. I told my mom that I think it all looks great, but I
was worried something was missing. All I did was put together a slide presentation of what other people have done. Was it good enough to make
an A grade?

"I know what is missing from your presentation," my mom told me. "You need to do your own nude drawing to show the class."

I perked up immediately. "That's it. I'm not that good at drawing. But I need to do something more. I have to do my own artwork."

My two brothers got up slowly to slink away to the kitchen sink. They guessed it before it was said out loud, and they wanted to grab their
books and head for school.

"I'm sure your brothers won't mind posing for you."

There it was, mom had placed the subject out in the open. Chad turned toward me, shaking his head. Bradley was more resistant.

"No way. I'm not posing for no nude drawing."

"Nonsense. Nobody in Marie's class knows who you are. They are in the same school as Chad...but I doubt Marie can draw you boys accurately
enough that anyone can recognize you."

"Mom...please. This is crazy. I don't want to do it....and neither does Chad."

Mom never liked resistance to her ideas. "I've had it with you two. Your sister needs a good grade on this project. She will do a drawing of
each of you to take to class. It's all settled except for where these drawings will take place."

I was excited about the new direction of my art project. I wanted it to be perfect. "It needs to be done outdoors, mom. Real sunshine will
be much better than doing it inside the house. But how could we do that?"

Bradley was really unhappy at this suggestion. "No, no...better in the living room. Not outside."

Mom closed the deal on the subject, "That is a brilliant idea, Marie. Outdoors would be wonderful. I'll ask Dorthea if we can use her backyard.
It has ivy growing on the fences. And there is the swimming pool. You guys can take turns posing while the other one is swimming."

[Jeepman89]

Love the idea of the boys posing in the backyard naked for her artwork!

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Worse Than Shameful
Chapter 21. Eye Of the Beholder


The adjectives to describe my two brothers, as they trudged to the car to take the short drive to Dorthea's house, were glum, gloomy, sullen,
surly, and downright grumpy. It was late morning on Saturday, and we did get that invite to use the swimming pool location as the setting for
naked drawings. Bradley and Chad not only had to carry the two easels and canvases, and paint sets to the car, they had to think about
their clothes being removed from them so they can become exhibits in my art presentation to class. I was being looked upon as "The Enemy",
as a member of a wicked and merciless tag team that kept the boys under control and exposed.

In a way, I could understand their reluctance, but I needed a good grade.

Dorthea and Delilah were delighted to see us. There were hugs all around, and my brothers got the extra attention of cheek pinches and butt
slaps. Mom, Dorthea, and Delilah stayed in the kitchen as I went with my brothers to the backyard. I had to decide where they should stand
while I painted them. Not having done anything like it before, I had a hard time deciding. Did I want one of them to stand by the edge of
the pool? Should they stand by the ivy covered fence? Should one of them sit in a tree? Decisions, decisions.

We were then joined by the others. "They still have their clothes on," Dorthea noticed and wondered what was up with that.

"I'm still trying to find the right location," I said.

"They don't need clothes on for that. Tell them to strip down," mom said. "You are the art director. You speak and they do. You got that
boys."

Oh great. Mom just made me their boss. I get to tell my fourteen year old brother what to do. I loved the idea, yet it felt weird being put
in charge like that.

"Okay guys. Put your clothes over on the table. Everything off. Then we'll pick out the place to paint from."

Bradley and Chad did as directed, and they took their clothes off. The disrobing didn't go quickly. Neither one has gotten used to being naked
in front of others, even though it has happened a number of times already. My brothers still try to hang on to some sense of decency when it
comes to the amount of skin they are willing to show.

My mom noticed their reluctance. "Why such modesty. Dorthea and Delilah have seen you both with nothing on. There is no need to feel
ashamed. Good looking boys with decent sized genitalia have no need to hide themselves."

"When you got it, flaunt it," Delilah spoke up, grinning.

"Don't models get to wear a robe when not posing for the artist?" Bradley asks a good question.

"Nonsense. Those are paid models and professionals. And I've said it before, there is no need for being bothered when naked around family
and friends," mom went back to a tried and true reason for nudity expectations.

"And strangers at restaurants," Chad suddenly blurted out. For once even the mild mannered, when he isn't wild and rambunctious, younger
brother had something to say.

"I know about your dinner at the KFC. I was so amazed to hear about it. I heard about it from Delilah, and she heard about it at school from
one of the cheerleaders." Dorthea seemed to think there was nothing wrong or strange about the incident.

"I sure wish I could have seen that," Delilah added.

Bradley and Chad lowered their heads even more as they finished getting undressed. Knowing that others knew about their cock and dumplings
exposure at the fast food place made them even more shy. Mainly it was the closeness that bothered them. They had to place their belongings
on the white metal table, and Dorthea and Delilah had both taken seats on the benches, as well as mom. It's the close proximity that must
have something to do with the level of shyness. One of the other women could reach out and touch them at any moment. In fact, Dorthea
did reach over to pat Chad on the behind while telling him he's gotten even cuter since she last saw him.

"You're turning into a cute little studmuffin little man."

"I don't like being called little," Chad complained, but he kept his voice at a whisper.

"Don't worry. Your balls and penis will be making a big growth spurt in a year or two. In no time the girls will be falling over themselves to
sample the goods. Isn't that right, Delilah. You had your hands all over him when you put the sunscreen on him. Wouldn't you say he
has great potential?" Dorthea then demonstrated his "Potential" by lifting the penis up. The woman grabbed the head, and she pulled it to see
how far the penis stretches. Chad tried to pull away, and that resulted in it being stretched even more. It looked to me to be maybe four
inches long, but it looked comically thin stretched out like that.

It was time to choose a location to do the first canvass. I decided I wanted Bradley to sit at the edge of the pool. I had him sitting on the
side, his legs stretched out, feet in the water. The hands had to hold him in place, so they are at his sides.

"Be like Narcissus in that Greek story. Look at your reflection in the pool. You are so pleased with yourself. You think you are the most
handsome boy in the world." I give my brother directions as well as character motivations.

Chad got turned into a butler again to fetch drinks for the ladies. I got to become the art director, telling Bradley how to turn and where to
look. I didn't like the first posture, and I wanted him to be dripping wet. Bradley had to jump in and get wet before getting positioned on the
edge of the pool wall. I wanted to capture the droplets of water running down his face and chest. Each droplet was its own little world and
my brother's body a whole universe. I got close to watch how a single drop was able to hang onto the pointed end of a nipple as he partly
leaned over to gaze into the reflection on the pool surface.

Most of the time sisters don't really think about what their brothers look like. Brothers are annoying at times, and can be a total pain in the
ass. I've heard other girls comment on how good looking Bradley is, but many times I've brushed them off, denying that my brother could be
something that a grown girl would desire. But having to enter into the mentality of an artist, a painter, I had to look at everything with an
unbiased eye. I had to admit that Bradley is quite the looker. His dark hair and thick eyebrows so striking on his creamy pale face. I have
the freckly face and orange hair, the bad skin for suntanning. But Bradley has near perfect complexion, with only a few pinkish traces of pimple
blemishes. A couple times his eyes glanced over at me, as if begging to be let out of this duty. His eyes say it, but he knows speaking up
will be useless. The creamy white face changed to a slight pink color.

The big pink spot was Bradley's dick head. It was a different color in the direct rays of the sun. The head is lighter in shade near the pee hole,
darker, almost a grayish purple at the raised up ridgeline along the back of the head. It made me wonder why boys needed to have a head on
their dick. I haven't had a sex education health class, but I figured I could ask Delilah someday.

Dorthea made a suggestion. "His balls are too tucked down. Have him raise them up. Then keep the legs together to keep them out in the
open."

Without waiting for me to say anything, Bradley scooped up his balls with his right hand, readjusted his legs to keep them from slipping back
down between his thighs. I touched up his hair and I liked the look. I went back to the canvass, and I then realized I didn't have a chair.
Chad was sent back inside to fetch the art director a chair to sit in.

Everything was perfect. I started work on my first nude drawing.

[Jeepman89]

Love this scenario! Let the painting begin!

[Trundle]

Fantastic!

Nice to see young Chad get a little notice too, Bradley seems to be so good looking and so blessed downstairs he takes most of the attention usually so it was good to see it spread out a little. Even if Chad may not have wanted to be the centre of attention like that

Can't wait to see what happens. Surely something unusual will happen and Bradley becomes even more humiliated? Hopefully anyway!

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Worse Than Shameful
Chapter 22. Perfecting the Pose

Now I am not the best drawer in my art class, not even close. But if I take my time and focus I can get things to look fairly realistic. I worked
on drawing Bradley, and I thought it was going fairly well. I only had to erase some lines to start over once when I first was not happy with
how Bradley's nose turned out. First I draw in pencil, then the paint set will be used.

While I worked on the initial drawing to get my brother's posture and pose right, get the shading of his hair and eyes, get the thickness of various
limbs to look correct...I had no idea Delilah had slipped off to get into her bathing suit.

I hear a splash, and over in the deep end Delilah had just jumped in. She swam over to the pool wall closest to me, directly opposite the side
my brother sat at, and she could look at Bradley from basically the same angle and distance.

"You know...there is something not right about your brother's pose."

I looked at Delilah, not having any clue what she might be talking about. I looked my drawing over. It looked okay to me. When I glance at
Delilah again, she was smiling that wicked smile she sometimes gets.

"Tell your brother not to move an inch. Tell him he must remain completely still." She then starts to swim across the pool toward Bradley.

"Hey Brad...you have to do this. Don't move. You have to stay exactly like that." I tell my brother to hold still. He only glances at me, then
he glances at the approaching Delilah. I can see her coming closer makes him nervous.

Delilah swims up to my brother's legs. She holds herself in place, her right hand on the pool edge. Her left hand slides up onto Bradley's leg.
The girl glances back at me, her eye gleaming, the whites of her toothy smile glistening, and she turns her head as the hand slowly moves
up to his thigh. I heard her talking to my brother, keeping her voice low and sexy like. I could hear her, but I doubt that our moms at the
table could hear the words.

"You have such nice strong legs. Did you know that?" The hand squeezes the thigh just above the knee, making my brother's leg twitch.

"Did your sister ever tell you how sexy you are?" The hand slides further up the leg, brushes up against his balls. Bradley's balls were sticking
up higher than what they normally would be, having been told to lift them up, then put his legs together so his balls sat out in the open,
the penis flopped over to the side of them.

"Your penis is so impressive for a boy your age." The fingers of the hand slide along the shaft, gently stroking back and forth. Almost instantly
my brother's penis stirs. It thickens and plumps up, rising up at the attention its receiving.

I looked at my brother's face. His eyes were big, and he couldn't do anything but watch as Delilah played with his parts. Being a painting model,
he could only play along and let it happen. He had been told to sit still and not move, and for the moment he was following orders.

"If you were my brother, I would play with you like this all the time. I'd wake you up in the morning by massaging your morning woody." His
dick was beginning to resemble a stick of wood, popping up to point upward.

Chad came over to stand next to me. "What is she doing?"

I had no answer for my younger brother. Together we watced as Delilah continued her tormenting tease.

"Ooooh...it's starting to get so hard. I love it when boys get hard dicks." She wrapped her hand around it, and she pumped her fingers in a
milking motion. My brother actually straightend up his back, breaking with the pose he'd been sitting at for the last ten minutes.

"I feel it throbbing in my hand. Can you feel it. Does that feel good?" Delilah then slid the hand up near the top of the shaft, and used her
thumb to massage the head. Around and around the thumb went. My brother's feet made movements in the water. He could barely hold still.
Being aware of color and shading, I saw how his face turned rosy.

Delilah pulled down on Bradley's penis, then letting go it flopped up to smack the stomach. The seated, and slightly leaned back posture had his
dick remain upright against the tummy, pointing straight upward. If he was to pee while in that position, he'd shoot himself on the chin.
Delilah then used one finger to press on his shaft, moving from the head down to the base and back. She did this several times.

I looked over at the white table. Both my mom and Delilah's mom were silently watching, making no move to do anything. I could not see
my mom's face directly, but I could see Dorthea's as my friend's mom smiled.

"Nice touch, Delilah. Bradley looks so much more masculine that way. It's such a classical Roman pose now. I've seen the frescos they had
on the walls of their townhouses, very naughty." Dorthea then called Chad back to fetch a fresh round of tea.

Delilah swam back to me, and she hopped out to look at my sketchwork.

"You are going to have to redraw your brother's dick. That one is way too limp."

It was annoying having to erase and start over again, but it was also sort of funny and I laughed. For the next twenty minutes or so I continued
on with the artwork, finishing up with the pencil sketches and switching over to the paints. Every five minutes or so, Delilah swam back to
the other side of the pool to pump up Bradley's penis with more hand strokes and more dirty words.

Finally, the first draft of the painting was completed. It was not finished, but I could touch it up and make improvement over the next few
days. Delilah had Bradley swim over to us, and he got out to look at his painting. I could tell he was embarrassed at seeing himself represented
with an erection.

Delilah then surprised all of us. She turned the easel with the canvass in a way to block the view with the moms at the table. Chad had come
over again and Delilah grinned and said, "Nobody say anything. There is one more thing to add to this painting."

I continued to sit in my chair, and my brother's body is standing right next to me. Delilah had Bradley stand directly in front of the canvas,
and she pulled him close. She used his erection to pull him closer. I had no idea what she had in mind, so I gasped when she began to jerk
him. Bradley was so wound up tight, so aroused by the multiple rounds of hand pumping and finger strokes that he was close to bursting
already. I heard him grunting and groaning. I could see his body twitch and tense up. When his dick spasmed Delilah pointed the head down at
the bottom right corner of the canvass. With a loud "Ooomph and Ooooh" he shot his wad in two huge spurts.

I was absolutely shocked as I saw the cum hit the canvass. It was splat splat, then the next shot fell short of the canvass. It was the first time
I had seen any boy cum before. I knew my brother could do that. I had heard what sounded like moaning and groaning in the bathroom when
I slipped in on him while he took a shower. I only needed to get something from the medicine cabinet, but I lingered to hear the guttural and
primitive sounds a boy makes when he's jerking off in the shower. This was the first time I saw it in action.

The white and thick stuff sat on the canvass, with some streaming down from the globs.

"Hurry up. Write you name using your favorite color mixed with cum. Sign the painting with Bradley's spunk. Write your signature with it."

Now I understood what Delilah was up to. I grabbed the paintbrush. I dipped it into some red and added a touch of yellow. This orangish mix
of pigments was then swirled and smeared with the thick sticky cum. I added my signature while Bradley came down from his orgasmic
spasms. He might have wanted to run off, but the canvass was a shield to hide behind. I'm sure he didn't want mom or Dorthea noticing the
icky and slimy stuff still dribbling out, still oozing down his shaft.

After we all marveled at the finishing touches on my signature, a weird mix of my name with lines of white slime oozing down, seeping into the
canvass, it was time for Bradley to jump into the pool to wash off the evidence of his arousal and climax.

"Okay Chad. Now I have to find a good pose for you," I said as I looked over at my younger art object.

[Jeepman89]

The pose was perfect and Delilah made it even better by giving him a hardon and getting him to cum on the canvas. A work of art indeed!

[Trundle]

Delilah might have a great future as a conceptual artist!

At last a little relief for Bradley, it was humiliating of course and I bet once his orgasm subsides he'll regret having evidence of his ejaculation recorded down on that canvas but at least he can go and hide in the pool now.

Next up Chad

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Worse Than Shameful
Chapter 23. A Change in Who's in Charge


It actually took me a while to get my head to stop spinning. I had just witnessed my older brother getting a handjob from Delilah, up real
close I got to watch it. I was amazed at how Bradley's penis changed color. It went from being nearly as white as his other skin, to pink, and
the head darkened to where it almost looked purple. When he spurted onto the canvass, I almost squealed out loud and had to clamp a hand
over my mouth. Mom and Dorthea aren't aware this is going on, and I didn't want to alert them.

Bradley was only too happy to be allowed to run off and jump into the pool. With one partially finished portrait done, I had to begin thinking
what to do with Chad.

I didn't want him to do a pose that is too similar to what Bradley did. That one focused heavily on the penis and Chad didn't have the size to
make a similar impression on a viewer. There is a big difference between the penis of an eleven year old and fourteen year old. As I looked
for a place for Chad to stand and pose I was continuously thinking about how his parts would be on display. Chad isn't small, I suppose...basically
normal, though I have not seen many naked boys to do comparisons. It's his athletic form that is impressive. Chad has firm legs and his muscles
stand out when he moves. He could be described as thin but strong, I think wiry is the term. He's good at sports, quick and agile. Give him
some hair all over his smooth body and he could be monkey.

"I want you to climb that tree there, Chad. Get up in there like you are in a Tarzan movie."

Chad easily climbed the tree, but he had to move around from branch to branch until I found a location I liked. Not too much shade, not too
high up either. I had him stop and freeze when he was stretching out both his arms while lifting a leg to get to another major branch.

"Hold that pose. Chad, keep still and I'll start to draw you."

I don't know if Chad liked the position he was in. He didn't say one way or the other. But his face looked a little concerned. His legs were
splayed out and his balls swung freely back and forth with each movement he made. The balls hang down a little more than his dick did.
Being so slender, Chad's penis is normally sticking out two inches or so, sticking outward more than down. My older brother has a thicker and
heavier penis, making it point down.

"That is an interesting pose for him," Delilah said as she came over to stare up into the tree. "He does climb with such agility. He could be in
a movie about a boy raised by apes." This showed Delilah and I were thinking in the same direction. "Maybe you could make his ears large and
paint a tale on him."

I laughed, thinking it was a great idea. Taking the human form and adding a few monkey features. I'd make his hands and fingers larger with
the addition of a long curled up tail holding onto a branch. It was hilarious, and we chuckled together while Chad could only frown and sneer
back at us. At least he didn't bare his teeth in a snarl.

I guess the lucky thing for Chad, posing up in a tree like that, is he was out of reach from Delilah's diabolical schemes. She can't touch
and tease him. She can't coax his dick into getting hard. I actually could not remember seeing Chad with a hardon. Do boys his age get them?
Do boys who are eleven play with themselves? When Dorthea held the head and gave it a tug, Chad's penis stretched out to nearly four inches
from my estimation. Does that mean if he got an erection it would be four inches long? I had plenty of time to wonder about these things as
I did the pencil sketch on the second canvass. From the upward angle I was viewing my brother, his penis looked short and stumpy, but that
was from a bad viewing angle. I knew that much about angles of seeing things. Looking at something long and thin from the side view
often can appear totally different from looking at it from straight on. What looked good on Chad was how his muscles had to work keeping
him in that pose, keeping him from falling out of the tree. I could see it was causing him to work up a sweat, and the shining little shafts
of light coming through the branches made little glistening sparkles come off of him where the beads of sweat popped up.

I was just about to switch over to doing the first coat of paints when I saw my mom and Dorthea get up from the table.

Mom came over toward the tree, and she looked up at Chad. "I'm going with Dorthea to Devon's apartment. Devon was that nice young man
who came over with the other sewing club girls. You remember him, right? Well, he has some costumes he put together for a new play being
done at the college, and he wanted some suggestions from Dorthea. I'm going over there with her. You guys will be fine staying here.
Delilah will be in charge."

"No problem. I'll make sure they don't get into any trouble." Delilah then turned to me, giving me a wink and one of her sly smiles.

Dorthea and mom had entered into the house, when brother Bradley noticed it was just us kids in the backyard. "Hey...where did mom go?"

Delilah took a few steps toward the pool. "Your mom and my mom will be gone for a while, maybe a couple of hours. I'm in charge now."

[Jeepman89]

The boys are in for it now with Delilah in charge. This should be fun.