Pt 10

When Evie awoke nearly two hours later she realised she was alone in the bed, but under the sheets now rather than on top. Sitting up, she looked around for Polkan, seeing him sat at his desk, dressed in a silk robe and going through a pile of papers, scribbling occasional notes and signing some of them.

“Bova?” she called out, tentatively, realising that it was the first time she had ever addressed him by his first name. The artist turned around and smiled comfortingly.

“Ah, you’re awake!” He set down his pen and walked back over to the bed. “I didn’t like to wake you. Time is getting on, perhaps you would like me to take you back to your brother and sister so you can spend the rest of the evening together? After all, tomorrow morning will be your last.” The small girl looked away a little nervously, apparently worried to meet his eye. “What’s wrong?” He sat down beside her and stroked her hair.

“Do I have to go back to them?” She asked, very softly and nervously. “They’re only going to be doing stuff together even if they’re not allowed to have any more sex and I’m going to feel really left out. I don’t want to spend my last night lonely. Can I stay with you?”

“Of course you can, my dear!” He leaned forward and kissed her with more passion this time, the kiss of a lover. The naked little girl slipped her hand inside his robe, exploring his thigh and then finding what she was looking for. She glanced over at the clock on the wall.

“It’s after three.” She told him, a little sadly, “Does the rule about no sex go for us too?” Polkan couldn’t help but chuckle a little.

“That rule was to ensure that your brother would be able to achieve and maintain and erection for the process tomorrow.” He explained, “And I don’t suppose for one moment they are going to stick to it but a young man of his age would probably have very little difficulty. So no, it does not apply to us as long as you don’t think you will be too tired in the morning to hold your pose!”

“No,” Evie giggled charmingly, “I don’t think that will be a problem!”

The rest of the evening and the night was spent with interspersed episodes of sleep and love-making and some times just laying cuddled in each other’s arms. The love-making was genuine – far more than simple acts of animal passion. The love that the artist felt for the small girl was sincere, the same love he felt for all his subjects, and Evie, the youngest of three siblings, had never felt so valued and special in her short life.

When morning came, the lovers took another shower together, both adoring the intimate feeling of the other’s hands on their bodies as they caressed each other with the foamy soap. Once they were air-dried, once again at Evie’s command, Polkan dressed in a smart shirt and trousers while Evie, wearing by far the prettiest outfit any girl can ever wear, brushed out her golden hair. She wanted to look perfect in her statue form both for her own pride and to please her beloved Polkan.

The sun was warm and the light breeze pleasant as they walked through the park to collect the older siblings. Polkan’s staff had informed him that they had eventually made it back to their accommodation the day before after a number of al fresco trysts but nobody had checked up on them since then. This being far from the first time he had worked with models their age, Polkan had deliberately allowed enough time for them to get ready before they were needed in the studio. He fully expected to find them still fast asleep.

As they made their way among the existing statues, their polished bronze gleaming in the early morning sunlight, Evie looked at them thoughtfully, imagining what it would be like to be one of them – on display for all the world to see.

“Where are you going to put us?” the naked little girl asked conversationally, looking up at Polkan as she walked by his side, holding his hand. “When we’re a statue, I mean.”

“I was thinking,” he replied, “as it will be quite a large piece and one of my most striking, I will put it close to the entrance of the park, in front of my office. Therefore not only will it be one of the first that visitors see as they come in but I will be able to look at it all the time!” This made Evie’s heart swell with pride and happiness, reassuring her that she meant more to the artist than simply another model to pass some time with. He had promised never to forget her and, if he saw her every time he looked up out of his window, then it would be an easy promise to keep!

Just as he had suspected, when Polkan found Natalie and Sam they were fast asleep in a tangled mess of naked limbs and tousled hair on the bed. Natalie had a firm grip on her sleeping brother’s member which was hard as rock – clearly he was not going to have any issues performing, whether or not they had respected the previous day’s instructions.

“Wakey, wakey, sleepy-heads!” Polkan spoke loudly, leaning over and giving both a gentle shake on their shoulder. “Time to get up!” The siblings both blinked and sat up a little wearily, surprised to see their little sister stood beside the artist and giggling at them. For a moment, Sam thought about grabbing a pillow to hide his erection but that seemed a little pointless under the circumstances. “We’ll give you half an hour,” Polkan told them with a chuckle. “Get showered and dried off and brush your hair, then we’ll go to the studio. Excited for your big day?” Both youngsters smiled and nodded, still more than half asleep. “Come on,” the artist smiled down at Evie, “let’s leave them to it and go for a last little walk together. I will show you some of my other favourites.”