Pt 11

When they returned from their romantic stroll around half an hour later, Evie and Polkan found Natalie and Sam waiting for them – clean and well presented but looking a little nervous. This was understandable after all as they were on their way to their deaths and, however willing his subjects may be, Polkan understood that it was a daunting prospect. Sam’s member hung at ease but, after a whispered instruction from the artist, Evie stepped forward and stroked it with the tips of her delicate fingers, giggling as she did so, causing it to spring to attention and Sam to blush deeply.

“I’m sorry about that.” Polkan apologised, “But it is very important for the art that you be capable of physical arousal and I needed to check. It seems we have no problems in that direction.” Sam nodded silently, hoping that everyone would stop talking about his erection so he could make it go away. Having it in his sister’s mouth for their statue was one thing but he didn’t fancy walking through the park, which by now was quite busy with tourist, with a raging hard-on. There was sure to be enough pointing, giggling and photographing as it was and he did not fancy drawing extra attention to himself of, more specifically, that part of his anatomy.

Evie had especially enjoyed her final walk alone with Polkan. Nothing sexual had taken place beyond a couple of passionate kisses and embraces but the feeling of romance and simply being important to someone – his whole world for those thirty or so minutes, was an experience she treasured more than any previous ones in her life.

Having assured Polkan that they were all ready, the three siblings accompanied him through the garden once more, among the statues that they, or their images at least, would very soon join, to the barn in which the studio was contained. Sam and Natalie walked together, arm in arm for comfort and mutual support, while Evie, of course, held the hand of the closest friend she had ever made.

The artist’s assistants were waiting for them when they arrived. The stage, as it was known, had been prepared as had the vats of the quick-drying plaster-like substance from which the mould would be made. Polkan exchanged words of thanks and final hugs with the older siblings before sharing a tender kiss with Evie. In truth, he could not help feeling sad about what was about to happen to her and part of him wished to keep her with him for longer, if not forever, but promises had been made – not least the promise to Evie to immortalise her beauty in the pose partly of her own choosing. He knew that if he showed sadness or even cried as he felt he wanted to, he would upset her too – an emotion which would show forever on the face of the bronze statue, and that was the last thing he wanted to do. Instead he kept a brave smile in place and assured her once more how beautiful she was and how that beauty would last forever.

Once the goodbyes were all said, the siblings mounted the circular wooden slab which had been rolled onto the stage and adopted the positions they had rehearsed the day before. As predicted, Sam had no trouble rising to the occasion and Evie proudly held aloft the wooden dildo as Polkan gave the instructed to begin the process. A few moments after her siblings were completely submerged, Evie took the opportunity to turn her head slightly and blew an air-kiss to Polkan who mimed catching it and stashing it away close to his heart, assuring her that he would treasure it forever before blowing one back to her. Contented, Evie resumed her position and a smile of sexually aroused delight mixed with the sheer joy of existence spread across her pretty face – the face that, scant seconds later, disappeared under the viscous white liquid.

The unveiling five days later, once the statue had been cast, polished, scanned for its gift-shop replicas and mounted in position, was a great success. There was something so happy and gleeful about the trio that nobody who looked at it could help but smile.

The bronze statue depicted Sam on all fours, looking out at the passers-by with a cheesy grin on his face while, beneath him, on her back, Natalie lay with her bend knees apart, just under his chin, displaying her young, open pussy to anyone who cared to look while she propped herself up on her elbows, three quarters of her brother’s erect penis in her mouth and down her throat. On Sam’s back, legs akimbo, sat Evie looking like a knight riding their trusty steed into battle but instead of a sword on lance in her hand she held a large phallic sex-toy. The fingers of her other hand, that Polkan had suggested she use to grip her brother’s curly hair, were instead inserted deep into her own tight little pussy.

Almost over night, the statue of the Lomax siblings became the most photographed, the most discussed both in artistic circles and indeed on social media, and the most purchased replica in the gift shop with some wealthy art-lovers even requesting the maximum three-quarter scale bronze replicas priced at over a million pounds each. Everyone who saw the statue fell instantly in love with it. Everyone, that is, apart from Mrs Karen Lomax.

THE END