Mafia Desire (Erotica)

“Already?” I replied, puzzled.

“What do you mean ‘already’? It’s after midnight.” She still looked confused.

“Damn. I had no idea.” I must have been working on that painting for hours.

“You were really intense with that painting. Something’s really bothering you. I was in the room for about fifteen minutes before I touched you. You never even looked up.” She took the washcloth from me, knelt down, and began scrubbing the paint flecks from my shins and calves. The sight of her gorgeous, wet, naked body kneeling before me caused my cock to take notice and twitch approvingly. “We don’t have to talk about it now, if you don’t want. I just felt like I should be here with you right now. If you want me here?”

She looked up at me questioningly. I cupped her cheek in my mostly clean hand, leaving a bit of a dark gray smudge on her face, and nodded. She flashed me one of the mid-sized smiles from her arsenal of things that she could use to melt my heart at any given moment.

“Mom is worried about you because you haven’t been going out on dates lately.” I cleared my throat.

“Oh really?” Her eyes sparkled in amusement.

“She asked me to watch out for you with the guys on campus.”

“Hmm… So my big brother is going supposed to be the door man with the clipboard of names of who’s approved to date me?” She asked playfully. Her hand came up to stroke my cock affectionately as she spoke.

“She wants me to make sure you don’t fall for the wrong guy.” I emphasized “the wrong guy” when I spoke, and swallowed hard. Her hand dropped from my cock to her thigh and she titled her head up at me. It was goddamned adorable. Why did she have to make this so difficult?

“So you are worried that you are ‘the wrong guy’?” She asked.

“The worst guy.” I replied, feeling that knot move its way into my throat. “The absolute worst guy you could ever fall for. Your brother. And isn’t it part of my job to make sure that doesn’t happen?”

She stood and wrapped her arms around me in a tight hug. Her naked form felt fantastic against me. My dick remained erect in defiance of my troubled emotions.

“You aren’t the worst guy, baby. Not by a long shot. You are the best thing that has ever happened to me. The absolute best. I’m so glad that I fell for you.” Her hug tightened.

“You’re biased.” I made a tiny stab at humor, despite the circumstances.

“I am. But I’m also the most the most qualified to know what makes me happiest. YOU make me happy. It took me nineteen years to figure it out, but I did.”

“I just want what’s best for you, Amy. I love you more than anything.” I whispered into her ear.

“That’s easy. You are the best thing for me. You. So just keep loving me, and it will all work out, okay?”

“Okay.” I nodded, and hugged her back. She tightened her hug even more, a desperately tight hug.

“Amy? I’d like to breathe now, if it’s okay.”

“Fuck you, jackass. I’ll hug you as tight as I want.” She slapped my arm playfully, but her eyes were rimmed in tears.

“You feel better now?” She asked, her voice totally serious.

“Much better.” I kissed her forehead. She grabbed my face and pulled it down to hers in a deep, long kiss.

“Good. Glad that’s settled. Now let’s get this paint off before the hot water runs out.”

I smiled at her, wiping the paint streak from her cheek, and did feel a bit better.

* * *

The Fall art show took place the weekend before Thanksgiving. Between prepping for the show, my class load, and work, I was insanely busy. The entire semester felt like it had gone by like a whirlwind. Amazingly, my classes were all going quite well. To no one’s surprise, Amy’s were going better. As it turned out, Dr. Miller gave me one of the most prominent placements in the show. I was one of five art majors who would have display space twice as large as the allocations that were given to the other students. The most noteworthy thing about this was that I was a sophomore. The other four art majors with the larger display space were all seniors and grad students. I heard rumblings of favoritism from some of the other art students, as I was Dr. Miller’s assistant, but more than one student congratulated me. Amy was, of course, more excited than I was.

On top of how busy our schedules were kept between school and work, our parents had not gone on any of their weekend trips in over well over a month. As a result, Amy and I had been unable to even secure as much as an hour alone together in the house without a parent home in more than two weeks. As wonderful as her mouth and hands felt on my cock, I was absolutely dying to be inside her and she made her mutual feelings on the matter abundantly clear in a series of increasingly explicit text messages scattered through the passing days. There was also our upcoming Thanksgiving trip that would certainly keep us apart for a while.

The day before the show I had narrowed my choices down to ten paintings that I felt were decent enough to display. Amy asked to see the ones I chose and she agreed with most of my picks. I pulled two of them out that she seemed uncertain about.

“Why aren’t you showing that one?” She pointed at the black and gray painting that I had placed midway through a pile of older paintings leaning against a far wall.

“I’m going to paint over it.” I replied.

“What? Why? You worked really hard on that.” She looked astonished.

“Bad memories. I only painted it to try to clear my head that night. It has too much meaning for me. I don’t like looking at it.” I admitted.

“I still think you should show it. I know you were really upset when you painted it, but it’s a great painting. I bet it will sell.”

“If it doesn’t sell by the time we get back from Colorado, I’m burning the fucker.” I muttered, more to myself than her. The following week, our family was going to visit our aunt, our mother’s sister, and her family in Colorado. In the past, I had enjoyed snowboarding in the mountains. This year, I felt like trying to get out of going, but could not think of a good reason for Amy and I both to remain behind. Actually, I could. But I couldn’t bring myself to tell our parents that I wanted to spend the week deep inside their precious daughter. I harbored a few concerns about being around family that had known us our whole lives that may see something that our parents had overlooked between Amy and I. I didn’t know what exactly. Just something that may give us away.Text © by N0ve/lDrama.Org.

I relented and put the painting in the show. Instead of naming it something arbitrary, as I usually did, I named it “Judgment.” It turned out to be one of the first paintings in the show to sell. At least I was rid of the damned thing.

Our parents didn’t come to this show, but Amy did. As before, seeing her in her outfit took my breath away. This time she wore a short, dark blue dress that showed a lot of leg. Her hair was again pulled back to show her sensuous neck, for my benefit, and her makeup was flawless. I wanted to take her home and fuck her the moment she walked in the door. I told her that very thing as soon as a safe opportunity presented itself. The death grip that she gave my arm, combined with the slight flush of her skin told me that my compliment, however obscene, had been well received. She moved among the people who would come to look at my paintings, playing up my artistic abilities and details of my work to them. Amy was far better with people than I was. I watched her with admiration as she seemed to effortlessly move from stranger to stranger, easing in and out of conversations.