11 comments/ 76141 views/ 50 favorites Brad's Sister By: trace_ekies [Author's note: This story is dedicated to 'Jackie' who read the first draft of this story, (in August 2012), and inspired me to exert the effort necessary to make it into what it has become. I also want to extend a special thanks to 'mandabo1018' who assisted in its editing. All characters in the story are 18 years of age or older.] Brad's Sister Ashley had one final bit of exposure she hoped to effect before turning off the light. She had walked slowly from the bathroom to the side of the bed in hope that she would have the courage to pull it off. As she stopped near the nightstand she reminded herself again that it was her brother that was watching, the one she had grown up with and taken baths with. With her back still toward the windows, Ashley unbuttoned the shirt and let it fall to the floor. "Oh my God," Brad mumbled almost audibly, "And she's not even wearing panties!" It was the first time he had seen her naked since they had been children and she was even more gorgeous than he had imagined. He quickened the pace of his hand on his cock, rapidly spreading the pre-cum over the length of his shaft. Ashley bent over to extinguish the light and although he was too far away to be certain, Brad imagined her love lips were pointed straight at him. He furiously stroked his cock until rope after rope of sperm shot from it and onto the lawn. Through the darkened window he could faintly discern her climbing into bed. Brad rationalized that there was nothing wrong with having an orgasm while watching his naked sister. After all, she had a killer body and it looked as if she had been deliberately teasing him with it. Of course he wouldn't fuck his sister, but he didn't think there was anything wrong with having a few lustful thoughts inspired by her. Brad's Sister In the end he decided that he would play it cautiously. If Ashley expected more, she would let him know. In his head he put words to his real concern though, "If Ashley is ready to ignore the taboo, am I too?" He couldn't answer that one. A few minutes before twelve Brad went to his room and changed into a swim suit. Not that he really needed it, the plan was for skinny-dipping. He went out the sliding-glass door to the backyard and the pool. The pool lights were off and as much as he wanted to have them on, he was sure his sister would object. He left them off, dropped his swimsuit to the pool-deck and did a shallow dive into the water. Brad paddled around in the water for a few minutes until his sister's bedroom light came on, right at twelve. "Boy is that guy going to be pissed," Brad thought. A few minutes later he heard Ashley's door slide open and watched as she pushed past the drapes. Ashley stopped at the pool's edge. "Hi," she said, sounding a bit scared. Ashley was wearing a towel again but it was not the one she had been wearing a few nights ago. This one was decidedly smaller. It still covered her breasts but the bottom of it was only an inch or two below her crotch. Brad's imagination went into over-drive. "Hi to you too," Brad responded, trying to mask his excitement. "Holy shit," Brad thought, "She's actually going to do it." The towel dropped and Brad's jaw dropped right along with it. Ashley was wearing a bikini. "Uh... uh..." he stammered, "I thought we were skinny-dipping." Ashley looked down at the pool-deck and saw Brad's swimsuit. "You mean you're naked?" she asked. "Uh, yeah... I mean... like I thought..." Brad was back-pedaling as fast as he could. "Gotcha!" Ashley said, grinning like a Cheshire cat. "Now if you'll turn your back for a few seconds I'll take this off." "But... but... you bitch. I can't believe you did that to me." "Bitch, huh... That's no way to talk to a girl who's about to get naked for you. Now turn around." Brad did as he was told. "Yes," he thought, "She'd done a number on him, but she was still taking her suit off." He heard the sound of rippling water as Ashley descended the steps into the pool. "You can turn around," Ashley said. Ashley was in only waist-deep water but was sitting on the bottom of the pool with the water around her shoulders. As Brad turned she held up her bikini, tossed it onto the pool-deck and asked, "Satisfied?" "Yeah sure... I, uh... well, I thought you had just tricked me into getting naked." "Tricked you?" Ashley asked, "I'm thinking that if I really wanted to see you naked, all I'd have to do is ask." "Uh... probably," Brad replied sheepishly. "So this whole thing is really about me getting my clothes off, isn't it." "I guess so -" "So you could see me naked." "Hey, wait a minute. You like me looking." "I think I said it was okay. I just don't mind is all," Ashley clarified. "Right, uh -- what was that?" "What?" "The garage door," Brad whispered, "I heard the garage door. Mom and Dad are home." "Oh shit," Ashley said as she lunged for the side of the pool. "Quick, help me up. I've got to get something on." Brad grabbed hold of his sister, his hands in all the wrong places, but neither cared. He helped Ashley struggle up onto the pool-deck. She hastily picked up the towel she had dropped and wrapped it around herself. As she scrambled to find the bikini she had thrown to the deck, Brad shouted, "Gotcha!" "What! You mean you didn't really hear anything? You... you bastard!" "Looks like two can play the game," Brad said with a smirk. "I guess I did deserve that," Ashley said as she lay back on the concrete deck, the towel wrapped securely around her. "You're not coming back in?" "Nope." Brad realized he had screwed up royally. "How did your date go?" he asked, hoping this might lead to a change in her mind. "I didn't tell him right away... that I needed to be home by twelve. I waited until after we had had some burgers and hooked up with some other kids who were talking about going to a party." "How did he take it?" Brad asked while trying to get a peak under the lower hem of the towel. Ashley didn't answer right away. She followed Brad's eyes with her own, squirming a little as his gaze lingered over the spot between her legs. "Do you like looking at me," Ashley asked quietly. The question was unexpected. "What?" he asked, forcing himself to look at Ashley's face. "Uh... yeah, I guess so," he eventually offered. Ashley hesitated again. "And I am beginning to think that I like having you look. It's a lot more exciting than my date was." Brad rested a hand lightly on Ashley's nearer knee and looked into her eyes, gaging her reaction. "Must have been a pretty bad date," Brad joked. "Not that bad really," Ashley said, ignoring his hand on her knee, "If I hadn't held him off until we got into the driveway, it might have been really hot." Ashley turned on her side, toward Brad and the pool. As she did, the lower corner of the outer flap of the towel dropped away. Her midsection, all but her lower hip, was still covered by the inner flap. Brad's hand remained on her knee. "So how long were you in the driveway then?" he asked, looking longingly at the bare hip as his hand moved slowly up his sister's inner thigh. Ashley's breathing became heavier and more rapid. "Close to half an hour," she stammered, "I told him I had to be home at eleven-thirty." "A half an hour?" Brad blurted as his hand continued to creep upward, "What the hell did you do for half an hour?" Ashley, amid heavy breaths, said apologetically, "I'll tell you, but first I think you need to stop." Brad reluctantly removed his hand. "I'm sure you're right," he said in a voice mixed with disappointment and regret. "I'm sorry, I got carried away," he added. "Hey, don't beat yourself up over it." Ashley, still turned on her side facing Brad, propped her head on an upturned arm. She looked into her brother's eyes. "I'm as much at fault, if not more. We just can't is all." "Yeah, I know," responded Brad dejectedly, looking down into the dark water. Ashley continued in her conciliatory tone. "I know you don't want to do this... and for the record neither do I... but we need to have a rule." Brad, still looking downward, nodded his agreement while wondering what the rule would be. "It has to be, look, but don't touch," Ashley said, "Else we'll never be able to live with ourselves, much less each other." Brad lifted his eyes. He was heartened. It didn't sound like Ashley was suddenly going to get goody-two-shoes on him, she was just reminding him that they couldn't go any further. That was not as restrictive as some of the girlfriends he had had. "I can live with that," he thought. Ashley's midsection was thrust in Brad's face, no more than a foot away. He backed a little way into the pool in order to have a more complete view of his sister. "Alright, I'm okay with that," said Brad with resignation, "but I think you were about to tell me about your date, that is if you still want to tell me." "I do," Ashley replied. "It's kinda hot actually." "Really? ... But I thought you said this was a kinda nothing date." "Yeah, well that's what I thought," Ashley said, "I had heard that he was a good kisser... I just didn't believe it... at least not until we were at the door." "And..." "Well, I kinda felt like I owed him a decent good-night kiss... you know... since I'm sure he had been expecting a lot more... you guys always do. Anyway, at the door..." Ashley was still turned on her side with her chin resting in her uplifted hand. She blinked her eyes nervously at Brad, giving him a chance to interrupt. When he didn't, Ashley looked down at the pool-deck and continued, sounding almost apologetic. "It's a good thing the porch light was off or we might have scandalized the neighborhood." She forced a little laugh. "I put my arms around his neck and we kissed." She looked up and spoke more excitedly. "His tongue was in my mouth and I sucked on it so hard I'll bet it's still sore." Ashley was becoming flushed and paused to catch her breath. "I let him pull me toward him. I felt his boner against my waist and pressed myself into it. I was being really bad." Brad watched as Ashley's free hand crept between her legs. "Eddie had his hands on the back of my skirt -" "Eddie? ... Eddie Feldman?" Ashley sat up abruptly, supporting herself with her hands, and looked directly at Brad. "Yeah, why?" she asked. "I thought he was Sheila's steady." "He was, but they broke up last week." "So you immediately started dating your best friend's ex." Ashley lowered her eyes to the pool-deck again. "Sure... I mean like why not," she said as if it made perfect sense. "She was out with Rob tonight, and he's my ex." "Look," Brad said, adopting an advisory tone, "I know you two share clothes and jewelry, but boyfriends too? What are you going to do when it's husbands? Share them too?" Ashley slowly raised her eyes to Brad's. "Maybe," she said. Brad looked at his sister and thought about what she had just said. "Where did the innocent little girl go," he wondered. He shook his head. "Okay, so go on anyway," he said. "Like I said, Eddie's hands were on the back of my skirt, but the skirt was kinda short." "Which skirt?" "Will you quite quizzing me," Ashley snapped. "You're beginning to sound just like Daddy." "Sorry," Brad replied. He excused himself by adding, "I just wanted to know so I could visualize better." "Visualize, smizualize... If you really need to know, I was wearing that little blue skirt with the pleats." Ashley paused and waited for Brad's reaction. And react he did. Brad bit his lip to keep from blurting out what he was thinking. He tried to respond calmly. "You mean the one Daddy thought was too short when you were in the seventh grade?" "Uh huh. That's the one. What do you think?" "Oh wow! When I was in the eighth grade, it was you in that little skirt that made me start noticing girls. And four years later, you're still wearing it?" "Well, just on dates with guys that don't mind me showing a little skin... and only when Daddy's not around... he'd kill me." "Yeah, I guess so. I mean, isn't that kind of... uh, I mean, that's got to be awful tempting." "Hey, if I'm with a guy that likes it, then I like it too." "So what guy wouldn't like it?" "Rob didn't." "Is he crazy?" "I don't know but that's one of the reasons I broke up with him." "You mean you and he never..." Brad's voice trailed off. "No, not really. Oh, we got naked some, especially at the end, but we never actually did it. I'm still a virgin and I expect to stay that way... at least for a while yet." "So why did you break it off then?" Brad quizzed. "You were the one that broke it off weren't you?" "Uh, huh... partly because I wanted to stay a virgin... but more because of his attitude." "Uh... I don't get it. His attitude? ... What attitude?" "My dress. We couldn't agree on what I should be wearing." "But that makes no sense. I've never known a time when you didn't like wearing skimpy clothes." "Right, and that was the problem. He wanted me to dress like a nun and I wanted to wear things like the skirt I wore tonight." "Huh? Explain please." "When it was just he and I, with no possibility of being seen by anyone else, like in his house, preferably his room, I couldn't get my clothes off fast enough to suit him. But when anyone else was around... Jesus, he didn't even want me wearing a bikini at a pool party -- afraid it might attract too much male attention." "But you wanted that." "Yes, I like having guys look at me." Ashley lay back on the deck, her hands behind her head, showcasing her breasts, one leg up offering a hint of what lay between her thighs. "Or hadn't you noticed," she teased. "Uh... yes, I did." Brad nearly choked. "but I think you were telling me about your date." "Right," Ashley said, looking up at the stars. "I think I was at the part where his hands were sliding under the hem of my skirt." Brad's gaze was captured by the movement of Ashley's legs and hips as she rotated them forward and back in front of of him. "Uh... you were wearing panties... weren't you?" "A thong actually... so his hands had no trouble finding plenty of bare butt to rub." "I'll bet that surprised him... the thong I mean." "Uh... probably not. I mean, like I had been sitting right next to him in the front seat of the car for a good bit of the evening -" "And?" Ashley turned on her side again and looked at Brad with a grin on her face. "And? ... How much do you think that skirt covers. I mean it wouldn't even go under me when I was sitting down. Eddie had to have known my bare ass was against his seat. Oh I'm sure he knew I was wearing a thong." "So how long did this go on... him playing with your uh... ass." Ashley lay back, looking at the stars again. "Probably longer than it should have... but I got so turned on, I mean, I don't understand how Sheila could still be a virgin. If she doesn't get back with Eddie pretty quick, I'm going out with him again, and not on a night when I have to be home at midnight." "That's my fault. I shouldn't have acted like a spoiled child." Ashley sat up quickly. "You did no such thing and hey..." She laid back down. "I'm having fun so quit worrying about it." "Okay, but you did put a stop to things." Ashley sheepishly replied, "Yes, but not until I felt his fingers inside my thong. I know... first date... front porch... yeah, I should have stopped him sooner but..." "So how did you get him stopped?" "Told him I thought I heard Daddy coming and needed to get in." "That must have really frosted him." "Not as much as it would if he had known I was rushing him off so I could go skinny-dipping with you." "You really did want to do that then?" "Uh huh... only thing that would make it better would be some bright sunshine... instead of these stars." "You know we could really do it anytime the folks are gone. We don't have to wait for night-time." "Yeah, I was just thinking the same thing." Ashley's eyes lit up and she sat up quickly. "Tomorrow afternoon then, they won't be home until after dark." "Uh... I've got some guys coming over in the afternoon to watch the races." Ashley's smile turned to a frown. "Well we didn't need to do it so soon anyway. Lots of summer left. We'll find a time." Ashley re-wrapped the towel and stood up. "It's getting kinda chilly. I'm going in." Brad watched as she picked up her bikini and walked off toward her bedroom. Brad's Sister Pt. 02 Brad's Sister Pt. 03 Author's Notes All characters are 18 or over. Warning: This story includes non-monogamous sexual activity among single persons as well as sexual activity between siblings. If you find either of these offensive, you should not read this story. In spite of this being a continuation, it is not essential that the first part be read before going on to part two and beyond. However, the reader who does, will have a better understanding of the characters and their motivations. From Part two onward, all parts should be read in sequence. The complete story has been written. Beginning with part two, one chapter will be posted every three or four days until all of it has been submitted. Thanks to Linda62953 who assisted with the editing. Part Three The next morning Brad was awakened by the garage door opening and closing. He brushed his teeth, pulled on a t-shirt and shorts and headed for the kitchen. He saw from the kitchen clock that it was only 7:30, not the usual time of 8:00 when the twins normally met. He had arrived a half hour early, probably because his parents had also left a half hour earlier than usual. Alone, he fixed himself a cup a coffee and sat down to wait for his sister. The freshest thing in his mind was the events of the previous night with Ashley at the pool. She had suggested that he invite Jarrad to stay with them, and then tongue-kissed him while the only thing being worn by either of them was her bikini bottom. He wondered how she reconciled that with the 'look but don't touch' rule. "I guess you were awakened by the garage door too," Ashley said as she came into the kitchen and took the chair opposite her brother. "I see there isn't any leftover breakfast, so I guess we'll have to make our own. Mom and Dad must be planning to stop for something on the road." "I made some coffee," Brad said while surveying his sister's dress for the day. She was wearing a camisole and panties, both made of black lace. Although he couldn't tell for sure, he supposed that was all she was wearing. After yesterday morning, he had expected Ashley to retreat to more modest apparel, but a bra and panties for lunch yesterday, a topless swim last night and what she was wearing this morning... well it wasn't much of a retreat -- it might even be a slight escalation. Ashley had gotten up to get herself a cup of coffee but was again taking a seat at the table as she said with a smirk, "So this is a repeater too." "Huh?" Brad grunted with a puzzled look at his sister. "It's a repeater. You haven't taken your eyes off me since I came into the kitchen... so this outfit, it must be a repeater. I should wear it again." "Oh yeah, definitely... A repeater... for sure," he murmured as his eyes roamed over the flesh being exposed by the 'repeater'. "You call Jarrad yet?" Ashley asked. "Huh...?" Brad was still looking. "Jarrad, no, still too early for him." He looked up. "Let's have breakfast and I'll call him when we're done." "Okay," said Ashley, "I'll make us some sausage and eggs. You make the toast and get out the juice. Unless you want more, this is plenty of coffee for me." Each jumped up to begin the effort and collided with the other at the refrigerator, he to fetch the juice and she for eggs and sausage. From no more than a foot away, Ashley looked into Brad's eyes but they weren't looking back into hers. They were fixated on where her nipples were pushing against the lace. "Oh yes," Ashley remarked, "A repeater for sure." Brad finally looked up, managing to eke out a "Huh," once more. "With the way you're staring I should be embarrassed... but I'm not. After all, you are family. Still, I wish you really would not stare quite so much. Makes me think that maybe I don't have enough on." Brad's face turned crimson and it wasn't from the cold air coming out of the open refrigerator. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry..." he repeated. "I'll stop looking." "I didn't mean for you to stop completely," Ashley countered, "I did wear this because I wanted you to look." Ashley paused while the last sunk in. "Just not stare." "I'll try to be more careful." "Well, not too careful," Ashley said as she took the eggs and sausage from the refrigerator. Brad pressed on, "You're admitting then that you like me looking." "Okay, I admit it," Ashley snapped, "Now get the juice out and make the toast. I'm starving." Neither said much of anything more until they were done eating. "I'll clean up the kitchen," Ashley offered, "You call Jarrad." "You're sure anxious for me to get him over here," Brad teased. "I seem to remember that it wasn't so long ago that you were pushing me to invite a certain girl for a sleepover." "That was different." "Different? How?" "Okay, already, I'll call him," Brad responded, acknowledging that he had lost. He tapped a button on his phone, the one reserved for Jarrad. Jarrad was jolted out of a deep sleep by the ringing of his phone. He looked at the caller-ID and saw it was Brad. "Good morning, Brad," he said sleepily, "To what do I owe this pleasure." "Sounds like I woke you," Brad said apologetically. "Oh no," Jarrad snapped back, "I had to get up to answer the phone." "Very funny, ha, ha." rebounded Brad, "You aren't supposed to be sleeping this time of day anyway." "Apparently not, but you still haven't told me why you had to spoil a perfectly good dream." Ashley could only hear Brad's end of the conversation. She guessed from what was said, Jarrad had been awakened. Now she heard her brother say, "Dream? Anybody I know?" "Yeah, your hot sister." "My hot sister?" Ashley heard. Her brother looked in her direction as he added, "You were dreaming about my sister?" "Uh huh." Ashley heard Brad ask, "Was she wearing any clothes?" She rolled her eyes back and slid down in her chair, pretending to not like them talking about her. Ashley didn't hear Jarrad's response. "Way more than she was wearing yesterday morning." Brad ignored the response and said, "A black lace camisole and panties?" He looked at Ashley while he waited for Jarrad's response. "Huh, black lace what? I didn't say anything about black lace." Brad pretended amazement. "And that's the way she was dressed in your dream?" Ashley turned crimson. She understood she was being talked about. Jarrad on the other hand had not caught on yet. "What? What are you talking about? You're not making any sense..." The picture suddenly got clear. "Hold it a second. Where is Ashley?" "Across the table from me." "And you're describing what she's wearing." "Right," Brad replied as Ashley leaned across the table, struggling unsuccessfully to hear what Jarrad was saying. "Can she hear me?" he asked. "No, I don't think so," Brad replied, looking at Ashley. "And what did you say she was wearing?" "Uh... I think you call it a camisole," Brad said looking at his sister with eyebrows raised. She nodded. "Yeah a camisole and panties... in black lace." Ashley covered her face with her hands. "Are you shitting me? I hope you called to invite me over." Jarrad said. "As a matter of fact, Ashley wants..." Brad stopped in mid-sentence. Ashley was waving her arms furiously and shaking her head. "Uh, I... was wondering if you wanted to come over and spend the night. The folks have gone to the city." There was silence on the line while Jarrad tried to piece it all together. "So I'm supposed to spend the night at your house... probably in your room. Am I understanding correctly?" "Yeah, that's the plan. Can you do it?" Ashley spread her hands on the table, her fingers crossed. "Yeah, that sounds cool, but not till early afternoon. I'm still finishing stuff for Mom. That okay?" "Yeah, fine. You'll probably have to settle for a bikini by then though... I doubt the black lace thing will last past noon..." Brad ducked and raised his elbow in defense as Ashley faked a wind-up to slug him. "But maybe you can go back to sleep and dream it." "Bastard," Jarrad mumbled as he tapped the off button. "You son of a bitch," Ashley shouted as Brad set the phone down. "You didn't have to tell him what I was wearing." Staring into a wide toothy grin, Brad knew Ashley was actually pleased and only faking anger. Two could play at that game. "You've got to understand, it's not your mind he's interested in." "Yeah well..." Ashley dropped the angry act. "But he is coming?" "Uh huh, said it'd be early afternoon." "Not till after lunch?" Ashley had expected that the phone call, particularly the part about how she was dressed, would put Jarrad at their door in a few minutes. "So that's what you meant about the black lace not lasting. I guess he had something else to do." "Yeah, helping his mother." "Oh," Ashley said, with relief at knowing it was a parent that had more priority than she." So what do we do till then?" "Well," Brad beamed, "We could go to your room and make mad passionate love." "Right," Ashley continued jokingly, "But I was thinking that you and I were somehow related; oh yeah, now I remember, we're brother and sister." Brad's tone became a tinge more serious sounding. With his eyes scanning the lace camisole and panties, he said, "Yeah, well with the way you're dressed I was thinking I might be willing to ignore that." Ashley, realizing that her brother might actually mean what he was saying, quipped, "That's nice to know. I'll keep it in mind in case I get really desperate." "Well then, I guess I can forget about that ever happening." Brad hoped his comment would relegate the whole conversation to the 'joke' category. Ashley got up from the table and headed for her room, wondering how much of what had just been said was really a joke. Brad looked after her wondering the same. By noon, Ashley had changed into a bikini, but before heading to the kitchen for lunch, she added a modest cover-up. She didn't want Jarrad, or her brother, to think there was going to be a repeat of the previous morning. Nervous and excited about Jarrad coming over, she didn't feel like eating much and finished well ahead of her brother. Then trying to sound disinterested, as she got up from the table she announced, "I'll be out at the pool if you and Jarrad want to join me." Jarrad arrived as Brad was finishing lunch. Brad pointed him toward the bedroom so he could divest himself of the few things he had brought. Then Jarrad joined Brad in the kitchen. "Where's Ashley," he asked. "At the pool... I'm sure she wants us to join her but there is no way is she going to admit it." Brad and Jarrad found Ashley stretched out on a recliner near the pool, face down, reading some fashion magazine. Although the guys had hoped she might be sunning topless, such was not the case. As Brad and Jarrad approached, she turned over and sat up in greeting. The guys pulled up chairs on either side of her. Ashley was wearing a top unlike any Brad or Jarrad had seen at the local beach. Instead of having a triangle or bandeau type top, such as was usual with a bikini, this one was a flouncy crop top type of style, definitely unstructured, and offering an incredibly tempting sight. The material, though opaque, was so brief that either the upper or the lower portion of the breasts was going to be exposed. There was not enough material to cover both. Ashley had chosen to keep the upper part covered and had adjusted the shoulder straps until the lower edge of the top was only an inch or so below the nipples, leaving the lower curvature of her breasts sexily exposed. With nothing holding the bottom edge in place, a gust of wind might even expose a nipple. Jarrad let out a long low whistle. "Wow," he said, "I think I'm in love." Ashley looked at Jarrad and broke a mile-wide smile. "A little skin is all it takes, huh?" Brad also noticed how low cut the bottom was, even lower in front than it was in back. "I know I haven't seen this outfit before and I'm betting that Mom and Dad haven't either." "And they never will," Ashley said. "If Daddy ever saw me in this, I'd be grounded for life." "So where did you get it," Brad quizzed while Jarrad continued his detailed inspection. "At Victoria's Secret and before you ask, I bought it with cash. I wouldn't want Mom and Dad to know I even go into that store, much less that I actually bought something there." "Do they have a lot of "hot" stuff like this," Jarrad asked. "You would probably think that everything they have is 'hot'." Jarrad thought briefly about that remark, and then observed, "So, all I have to do when checking out a girl is ask her if she shops at Victoria's Secret. If she does, I'm bound to enjoy myself." He continued as if he were a lawyer examining a witness. "Well, Miss Adams, you have admitted that you bought this suit at Victoria's Secret. Have you bought anything else there?" "I'll say she has," Brad blurted. "How would you know," Ashley challenged. "I've seen some of the things you wear when Dad's not around and they sure didn't come from Penny's." "I'll have you know that Penny's has some very sexy stuff, especially in the underwear department." Jarrad lit up. "You going to show us," he asked. "In your dreams," Ashley snapped. "Watch out," warned Brad, "He's been know to have some pretty vivid dreams." "Oh yeah, right," Ashley said quietly, "I think you guys were talking about one this morning." Blood rushed to her face, giving it a reddish glow. "Oh bro, you didn't tell her about that now did you," Jarrad asked, addressing the question to Brad. "No, I promise... But she was listening to my end of our conversation and might have guessed what we were talking about." Brad had started out offering his explanation to Jarrad but ended with an accusatory look in Ashley's direction. "Hey, I was just listening is all. I can't help it if I guessed what you were talking about." Ashley turned and looked at Jarrad. "Was it really me you were dreaming about, or some other girl?" "After yesterday morning, you have to ask?" Brad responded with disbelief. Ashley raised her knees protectively and wrapped her arms around them. "Well, I hope I was being good," she remarked sheepishly. "Oh yes," Jarrad replied in a confidential tone, "You were being good -- very good in fact." Ashley turned loose of her legs and stretched them out on the recliner. She clasped her hands behind the back of her head, tightening her stomach and causing her breasts to nearly break free of the little crop top. "Like I said, in your dreams." "Oh my God, bro. Quick, run and get your camera. I want a picture of this," he said, tilting his head in Ashley's direction. "Oh no you don't," Ashley snapped, dropping her arms to grip the edge of the recliner. "There are already enough pictures of me on the Internet, I don't want any more." "Huh," Brad grunted, looking puzzled. "Tell him, Jarrad," Ashley demanded, "Tell him what that son-of-bitch Rob did." Jarrad explained about the partially clothed pictures he had seen of Ashley on the Internet and how he and Ashley had figured out that the poster, 'Ex-Boyfriend', was actually Rob. "Did he ever post the uh, naked ones," Ashley blurted, noticing her brother's eyebrows raise. "I don't know, I never looked again," Jarrad responded. "Liar," Ashley accused. "Okay, so I looked," Jarrad admitted, "But I never found anything more." "Promise?" Ashley asked, noticing that her brother's eyebrows were still raised. "I promise," responded Jarrad, "The naked ones never appeared." "Tell him, Jarrad," Ashley directed resignedly, "Tell Brad what I told you about the other pictures." Jarrad explained to Brad how Ashley had posed for a bunch of pictures, some of them without any clothes on, never expecting them to be seen by anyone other than Rob, but how when she had broken up with him, he posted them on the Internet. Brad's face grew more serious as Jarrad related the story. When Jarrad finished, Brad addressed his sister. "So Ashley," he began with an ominous tone, "If we promise never to show them to anyone, can we take pictures of you too?" His face broadened into a grin as he finished the question. "Yeah, can we?" Jarrad added excitedly. Brad continued, "We could start with you just taking that top off. I mean, it's not like we haven't seen your tits before." "True enough," Ashley agreed, "But that was a one-time thing. It's not going to happen again." She blushed mildly and continued patiently as if she were talking to 5th graders. "Besides, we're going to be spending the better part of the next twenty-four hours together, and as persuasive as I know you both to be, I'm not about to give you any crazy ideas by sitting around with my top off." "Yeah, but..." "C'mon guys," she begged, "Can't we please talk about something that's not related to my body." "Of course... I'm sorry," Jarrad said apologetically, "Brad... what did you think of the men's high-jump competition last week?" "Okay, smart-ass," Ashley said with a smirk. "What did you expect us to talk about with you dressed like you are?" Brad asked. "Yeah," Jarrad added, "That's not exactly a nun's habit you're wearing." "You want me to change?" Ashley teased. "Now you know we wouldn't want that, would we Brad..." The sexual banter continued throughout the early afternoon. Occasional gusts of wind flipped the top around, threatening to expose a nipple or two. Ashley carefully readjusted the top after each gust of wind, but not until after the wind had subsided. No one could have told you who had the most fun. Ashley clearly loved to tease and the guys couldn't get enough of it. Ashley did not want to admit to herself how important a role her attire played in keeping their interest. Nevertheless, she was certain that covering up, even a small amount, would be met with severe opposition. And so, around 4:00, with the tanning rays of the sun already gone, she felt it necessary to retreat to her room. Ashley announced she was going to shower and cleanup for supper. She suggested they get together again in the backyard around seven and grill steaks. She offered to throw together everything else they would need if the guys would cook the steaks. Brad and Jarrad liked the suggestion and agreed to do their share. [Excerpt from Part Four: Ashley's crop top was no longer playing its covering role. It hung loosely toward the ground, exposing her hardening nipples to the night air.] Brad's Sister Pt. 04 Author's Notes All characters are 18 or over. Warning: This story includes non-monogamous sexual activity among single persons as well as sexual activity between siblings. If you find either of these offensive, you should not read this story. In spite of this being a continuation, it is not essential that the first part be read before going on to part two and beyond. However, the reader who does, will have a better understanding of the characters and their motivations. From Part two onward, all parts should be read in sequence. The complete story has been written. Beginning with Part Two, one part will be posted every three or four days until all of it has been submitted. Thanks to Linda62953 who assisted with the editing. Part Four Now that it was nearly time for her to rejoin her brother and Jarrad, Ashley was faced with the challenge of dressing in such a way as to regain their interest, while at the same time, not going so far as to lose control. It was also important to take into consideration that they would probably want to go swimming after dinner. The guys had sure liked her bikini, especially that flouncy top, and after adding a little wrap-around skirt, she decided it would fill the bill. She stopped abruptly, upon stepping through the door between her bedroom and the backyard. At the outdoor table, there were three guys, not just the two she had been expecting. With the newcomer's back to her, Ashley could not make out who it was and considered that she might need to wear something more. She reasoned though that Jarrad and her brother were at least hoping she would be dressed in something she would not likely wear in public and that they would not risk their hopes and desires for the evening to be wrecked by her discomfort at the presence of someone else. Further, if they harbored any fears about this, they would not have allowed the newcomer to stay, or at the very least would have warned her of his presence. She concluded that she was still dressed suitably and resumed the short trek to the table. The newcomer turned at the sound of Ashley's approaching footsteps. She recognized him instantly. "George!" she exclaimed, "I thought you went home." All three were now looking in Ashley's direction, satisfied that she had not gone 'nunnish' on them. "I uh, had," George stammered, "I uh, drove my own car back today... so I could finish my stay." Ashley diverted her attention from George and toward Jarrad, trying to gage his acceptance of her attire. While attempting to make eye contact with Jarrad, Ashley said to George "And Jarrad invited you to join us. Cool!" Failing eye contact with Jarrad, Ashley turned toward Brad, who also was assessing the situation. Brad looked up from his appraisal and noticed Ashley's eyes on his. "Oh my God," he mouthed, followed by a nod. Ashley grinned as she recognized his approval. George continued talking, trying to appear oblivious to Ashley's manner of dress. He said something that caused her to turn her attention back to him. "Say it again, please," she requested. "It was really your brother who insisted I come over." George was seated only two or three feet from where Ashley stood. He continued giving her a very deliberate elevator look. Ashley turned and headed toward the house to get the fixings for their supper. As she did, all three stared. "You said she owed you a dance," Jarrad said to George, "Are you going to be upset if you don't get it." "If I never get the dance, this trip will still have been worth it," George answered, his eyes still fixed on Ashley as she went through the door into the kitchen. When she returned, all eyes again turned in her direction. She was bare from the waist up, except for the flouncy crop top suspended teasingly over her breasts by two tiny shoulder straps. It was the same one she had worn at the pool earlier, but now it was tied more like it had probably been intended to be tied, exposing an inch or so of both the upper and lower portions of her breasts. Ashley set the uncooked steaks on the table, and then turned to George who still could not tear his eyes from her. "Will you please go to the kitchen and bring out the rest of the stuff. I left it sitting on the table." George looked up and locked eyes with Ashley. "Oh yes ma'am, be happy to." "Ashley... not ma'am," she corrected. "Oh, and by the way," she said as George again focused on the crop top, "I do like you looking. I'd be disappointed if you didn't." George's eyes jerked upward again to hers, "Yes ma'am... er Ashley, thank you," he said as he turned for the house. Dazzled by the expanse of bare flesh, Brad and Jarrad's eyes roamed over Ashley's body while she talked to George. When Ashley turned her attention toward them, she was flattered to see she still had their attention. "Of course that looking stuff goes for you two as well," she said. Disappointed, but not really surprised, that her words did not command the same attention as her body, she raised her voice, pointed to her face and shouted, "Up here guys!" Jarrad and Brad reacted, almost in unison. "Huh..." they said looking up at Ashley's face. "I really do love it that you guys want to look," she began patiently, "But there are other things of importance..." "Name one," quipped Jarrad. Ashley blushed as a wide grin spread across her face. "Well uh... uh... I need to know before he gets back - I'm okay with George being here if that's the plan." She looked at Jarrad -- he nodded. She looked at Brad -- he nodded also. "And he's staying the night?" "Right," Brad confirmed. "Yeah, and the way we had it worked out," Jarrad explained tongue in cheek, "Is that he would take the extra bed in Brad's room and I would sleep with you." He grinned as he looked at Brad, then back at Ashley. Ashley chose to continue the game. "Sleep," she screeched in mock indignation, "If that's all you want to do you're going to have to find a different girl." Jarrad knew he had been had and back-pedaled rapidly, "Uh, what I mean is -" "We know what you mean," interrupted Ashley, "And you know it's not going to happen, so cut the shit and tell me what you're really planning." "Well, uh, I guess he can -" Brad jumped in, "We hadn't really thought all that much about it, but I guess he can stay in Mom and Dad's room." Not waiting for a reaction, he turned to putting the steaks on the grill. After she had finished eating, Ashley stood. Her movement attracted the attention of the others at the table. She wet her lips and glanced from one to another of them while arranging her dishes and silver in a neat stack in front of her. Lowering her eyes to the table, she picked up the stack and turned to the dish-tub on the ground behind her chair. As Ashley stooped to put the dishes in the tub, she felt eyes boring into her backside. The wrap-around she was wearing didn't even reach mid-thigh when she was upright, but when she was bent over it barely covered her ass-cheeks, leaving the backs of her legs and thighs deliciously exposed. "Kicked the bottom out of that one didn't she," Jarrad remarked loudly. Seated to the right of where Ashley had been sitting, he had an unobstructed view as she bent to deposit the dishes. George, who was sitting across the table from his cousin and to the left of Ashley's vacated chair, was similarly treated to the tempting sight. His eyes sparkled as he nodded his agreement. Ashley's crop top was no longer playing its covering role. It hung loosely toward the ground, exposing her hardening nipples to the night air. She was quite sure no one could actually see them, at least she hoped not. The possibility, however slight, sent shivers through her body. As she stood and turned back toward the table, her brother Brad's eyes locked on hers. She held his gaze as she sat down, trying to read his thoughts. "Sorry," he said, "I haven't been very good company -- not feeling up to par I guess." "You want to go to your room, maybe lay down awhile?" she asked. Ashley held her breath, hoping her brother would not desert her. With what she was wearing, she did not want to be left alone with Jarrad and his cousin. Jarrad waved his hand toward the house. "Yeah, go on," he said, "We'll be okay without you." "For sure," he added silently to himself. George's thoughts hearkened back to the previous morning and his pulse quickened at the thought of how wild Ashley might be if her brother wasn't there. "Yeah, do it!" he urged, "You need to take care of yourself." Brad hadn't been able to eat much and was feeling somewhat queasy, but he wasn't going to leave Ashley alone with Jarrad and his cousin. "My God," he thought, "Especially not the way she's dressed." Brad responded, "No, no, I'll be fine." Ashley released the air she was holding in her lungs. Dressed as she was, she was already afraid she might have bitten off more than she could chew. Having her brother there to make sure things didn't get out of hand, was essential. "Put your dishes and garbage in the tub behind me. Someone needs to take it to the kitchen before the bugs get into it," she said in a forceful manner. "I guess that will be me," Jarrad offered, sounding as if he were bravely volunteering for some dangerous mission, "Feast like this deserves proper payment." "So does anybody have thoughts about what we should do for the rest of the evening," Ashley asked, "And, before anyone mentions it, you guys taking turns dancing with me is not an option." "Well, then," started George, "We could go for a swim." "That could be fun," Ashley replied, "But, I'm going to have to change if we're going to do that. This top wasn't meant for swimming." Jarrad jumped in. "In a few minutes the sun will be gone and if we leave the pool lights off... well I don't see why it wouldn't be just fine." "There we go with Jarrad's dreams again," Brad taunted. "That is no dream," Jarrad argued. "Tell me Ashley, what difference is it going to make whether you wear that," he hesitated, pointing in her direction, "Or some other top." Ashley knew she was about to lose the argument... but maybe that was what she wanted. She lowered her voice and spoke carefully. "Well," she dragged the word out, "The material in this top is thinner than my other tops..." She hesitated, then continued as if she were begging for agreement. "...and when it's wet, it's going to be a lot more revealing?" She looked around the table, knowing that now there was no chance they would let her change. Jarrad spoke, attempting to downplay the significance of what she had said. "And in the dark... who's going to know?" Ashley had been provided with an excuse to remain as she was. Still, she didn't want it to look like something she wanted to do. She sought her brother's approval. "Brad, is it okay with you if I don't change?" "Well, Jarrad's probably right, it doesn't really make a lot of difference, but it's up to you sis. If you're okay with it you'll get no argument from me." Brad shrugged his shoulders, emphasizing his 'don't care' attitude. Ashley was pretty sure that with her brother there, it would be okay. "Alright then, I'll wear this top," demurred Ashley. "Okay!" exclaimed George, as he high-fived the air. Jarrad thrust his jaw in the direction of George as if to say, "See, I told you we'd have fun tonight." Brad struggled to add a comment, "I, uh... yeah, sounds good to me... I might have to sit on the edge and watch though, but sure... swimming sounds good to me." Ashley guessed that she was walking into a lion's den, but something about the danger of the situation thrilled her. She unbuttoned and dropped the skirt, revealing her bikini covered bottom as she headed for the pool. Over her shoulder she urged, "I'm going swimming and I don't want to be alone." "C'mon guys," Jarrad coaxed unnecessarily, "Get those dishes into the tub. I don't want to keep the lady waiting." After putting his dishes into the tub, George followed Ashley discreetly into the pool, careful to keep a respectful distance. Brad perched on the edge with just his feet in the water. Both watched as Ashley waded slowly toward the deep end of the pool. When the surface of the water reached the bottom of the crop-top, it began to lift it free of her breasts. She attempted to push it down, smoothing the wet material over her breasts. It was no use. When Ashley took her hands away, the top floated back to the surface. The cool temperature of the water combined with the excitement of being so bare, hardened her nipples. Brad and George watched as Ashley wrestled unsuccessfully with the top. She waded toward the side of the pool opposite her brother. Once again, she smoothed the crop-top over her breasts, then rested her elbows on the edge and looked at her brother. The top floated gradually back to the surface. Brad and George trained their eyes on the form of Ashley's breasts, dancing deliciously just below the surface of the water. Brad had to adjust his shorts as the sight of his sister sent blood rushing into his cock. Ashley felt the top float upward, but knowing that neither could really see anything, she pretended not to notice. Jarrad made a running dive from the end of the pool nearest the house, which was also the deep end. He swam under water to a spot just a few feet in front of Ashley. Surfacing he exclaimed, "You should go topless more often." "But I still have my top on," Ashley argued, knowing full well it had crept up again. "Not under water you don't," he replied. Ashley looked at Jarrad with an 'okay buster' type of look and began edging her way back toward the shallow end of the pool. In water only a little above her belly-button, the top was once again draped over her tits, only now it was wet and clung like a second skin, making obvious the hardness of her nipples. Jarrad followed her from a few feet away. "You know," he urged persuasively, "You were right. When that top is wet, it really is quite revealing, almost as if you weren't wearing anything at all. You might just as well take it off." "You'd like that wouldn't you," Ashley asked, with a sense of impending doom that made her tremble with excitement. "And so would you," he snapped. Ashley looked defiantly into Jarrad's eyes. He continued, "And so would George and so would Brad." "Brad," Ashley screamed, "Jarrad says you'd like to see me with my top off. Tell him it isn't so." "Well now," Brad started with a 'shucks ma'am' style of speaking, "I'm just not so sure he isn't right." "So you think I should take it off too?" "I didn't say that. I said I would like it if you did. I didn't say you should. That's up to you." Ashley felt excitement at the prospect of being topless with all of them at once. "So you'd be okay if I did take it off?" she asked in a manner suggesting his approval. "If you want, go ahead," Brad felt that was what she wanted him to say. "And I guess I don't need to ask you, do I George?" Ashley said as she sat down in the pool, the water just under her chin. Looking back and forth from Jarrad to George, she pushed the tiny straps off her shoulders and pulled her arms through them. With a little tug, she pulled the top down and over her nipples. With it now around her waist, she pulled the back of it around to her front and undid the hooks holding it together. Freed from her body she tossed the top to the pool deck. She looked at Jarrad and asked, "Satisfied?" The blood rushed to Jarrad's head, the little one. George who also had a ringside seat, reacted similarly. Her tits might still be below the surface of the water but they were bare and with her having tossed the top to the side of the pool there was no way she was planning to put it back on. "You are going to stand up though aren't you," Jarrad coaxed mildly, trying to not sound in the least accusatory. "I'm not quite ready yet to have the three of you looking at me, all at the same time. I probably need to wait until it's darker." Ashley rather liked having the top off, but she also felt some embarrassment and looked questioningly at each of the guys, especially her brother Brad, to see if there was any condemnation over what she had done. With all eyes still on her she stood quickly, briefly exposing her breasts then even more quickly did a surface dive and swam toward the deserted end of the pool. Brad ran his fingers through his hair. Perhaps he had made a mistake. He got up from his perch and walked to the deep end of the pool where Ashley was clinging to the edge. He squatted in front of her. Brad first looked at her, then away, then back again. He tried to speak, "I uh..." but couldn't and averted his eyes again. In spite of Brad's concern over her bare breasts, Ashley was growing comfortable with the situation. She looked up at her brother. "If you think you said something wrong, you didn't." Her body was hidden from Brad's view by the edge of the pool. She pushed back a few inches, demonstrating her confidence in exposing herself. "Relax," she said cheerily, "I wouldn't have done it if I hadn't wanted to. I just needed some encouragement." Brad looked down at his sister's bare breasts. "Then you're not uh..." He reluctantly tore his eyes away, looking again into hers, but with much less concern than he had had a few minutes ago. "No silly," she said, still holding the edge, "But, I trust you to make sure I'm still a virgin when morning comes. I can count on you for that, can't I?" "Of course," Brad replied, "And that's a promise." After a glance toward George and Jarrad and noting their momentary inattention to her, Ashley lifted herself from the water and gave her brother a peck on the cheek. "Thank you," she said, offering him a quick glimpse of her bare breasts before slipping back into the pool. "Understood," Brad said, eying his sister's breasts just below the surface of the water. It was getting dark rapidly and Ashley was becoming less self-conscious. She turned loose of the pool deck and sprang away, her breasts danced along the darkened surface of the water as she backstroked toward the center of the pool. Near the middle of the pool she stopped, her body hidden by water up to her shoulders. She waved to Jarrad and George who were watching from the shallow end of the pool. "Hi guys," she teased. As Jarrad and George waded toward Ashley, Brad slipped off the end of the pool and swam to her. With her arms outstretched and hands skimming the surface of the water, looking to one side and ignoring the stares of her approaching admirers, Ashley waded a few steps toward the shallower water until her bare nipples were even with the water's surface. Brad came up behind her and placed a hand on her shoulder, assuring her of his presence. Emboldened by what she hoped would also be protection, Ashley ventured a few steps in the direction of Jarrad and George. She felt the night air on her exposed nipples and inhaled deeply, trying to bolster her courage, but was still unable to look the guys in the eyes. "Tell me it's okay, Brad," she whispered over her shoulder, "I never dreamed I could be so scared over something so simple as having my top off." She held her hand out, signaling Jarrad and George not to come closer. "Relax, Ashley, everything is going to be okay." "You're sure?" Brad put his mouth to her ear. "I'll make sure of it," he promised. "I'm going to get my top... put it back on," Ashley whispered to her brother. "Now why would you want to do that," he asked. "I'm scared Brad." "Relax," he whispered in her ear, "I'm right here. Nothing is going to happen to you." Brad was behind her, both hands on her shoulders. He spoke loud enough that Jarrad and George, a few feet away, could also hear. "Just close your eyes and lay back," he said to his sister. "We'll all help you to float." With head motions and eye movements, he signaled the other two to come a little closer. "Let us just hold you for a few minutes until you get relaxed." Brad's Sister Pt. 04 Gently, Brad moved his hand from his sister's shoulder toward the small of her back. "Deep breath," he said as he pushed her body toward the surface of the water. "Nothing is going to happen unless you want it to... and maybe not even then. I made a promise and I intend to keep it." Ashley filled her lungs with air and let her body float upward. She glanced at her brother. She was nervous but excited. "Relax," he whispered. He grasped her hand tightly. Trying to let herself go, Ashley floated as her brother supported her. With her breasts exposed to the night air, she felt the hands of Jarrad and George take hold of her legs and help her float. Ashley kept her eyes closed. She was still nervous but a smile finally crossed her lips. "Oh yeah," she cooed, "I think I could get to like this." She was floating topless in the midst of her brother Brad, his friend Jarrad, and Jarrad's cousin George. As Ashley continued floating, three pairs of hands lightly caressed her bare skin. With her eyes closed, she tried to put names to each. The hands snaking up her thighs - probably Jarrad's; those tracing circles over her stomach and rib-cage, coming very near her bare breasts -- hopefully George; and supporting her back and neck -- definitely Brad. What felt like someone's tongue flicked across one of her nipples and at the same time, the hand that had been creeping up her thighs cupped the bikini covered spot between her legs. Ashley's eyes snapped open. She jerked upright, then crouched low to submerge her bare breasts. "You guys are going too far," she snapped to no one in particular. She looked accusingly at each of them in turn. "And you Brad," she said to her brother, "I trusted you." "Lighten up a little," Brad soothed his anxious sister. "No one was hurting you. We were just acknowledging that you are a beautiful woman." "Bu... but..." Ashley stammered. "But nothing. Nothing was going to happen. I would have made sure of it." Ashley hesitated and looked slowly at each of them as her anger subsided. "Yeah, well it was a bit more than I was expecting." Ashley stood slowly and carefully made her way toward Brad. She took hold of his hands and guided his arms around her, seeking comfort and assurance from him. She was able to get her arms around his neck while still maintaining a small degree of separation between them. Brad leaned over and whispered in her ear, "I'm sorry we upset you, but it does appear that you're enjoying this more than you're ready to admit." Ashley closed the distance between them, pressing her mid-section against Brad's. "It appears you're enjoying it too," she said, rubbing herself teasingly against his erection. Then turning him loose, she made her way to George. He beamed as Ashley waded the short distance from her brother to him. He fixated on her bare breasts, fully exposed in the waist deep water. His erection grew. She came close enough to speak confidentially. "That was your tongue wasn't it," she said with a wink and a smile. "Uh yeah," he admitted sheepishly. Ashley closed the gap between them. She pressed her body against George, feeling the bulge in his swim trunks grow in spite of the cool water in the pool. "It felt really nice," she whispered, locking her arms around his neck and forcing herself against his hard-on. Speechless, he nodded in agreement. "Nice," she said, rubbing her body against his. George was conflicted. Ashley was easily the sexiest girl he had ever known, and he was sure she expected him to make a move. Even with her bare breasts pressed against him though, he still remembered that her brother and his cousin were also in the pool. George hesitated; wanting to be sure he made the right decision. George pressed his lips to Ashley's and held her tightly. She gasped as his hands slid from her waist and gripped her ass. He slipped his tongue into her mouth. Ashley sucked his tongue in and ground her waist against his erection, then broke free and made her way to his cousin Jarrad. "It's about damn time," Jarrad said. Ashley was annoyed by his manner, but still aroused. She allowed herself to be caught up in his embrace. Jarrad was more aggressive with Ashley than George had been. When she was barely within arms' length, he had grabbed her and pressed her against him. Ashley was not impressed by Jarrad's behavior, but she was too turned on to stop it. Without warning, Jarrad slid a hand between her legs and pressed it against the crotch of her bikini, just as he had a few minutes before. Ashley gasped. Thinking his sister was being hurt, Brad stepped closer. "I'm okay," she said, feeling her brother's presence behind her. "Really, I am," she moaned, feeling Jarrad's continued assault on her sex. Brad stepped back as Ashley grabbed his wrist. She let out a soft moan as Jarrad stroked the front of her bikini. "Like last night," Ashley whispered as she took her brother's hands and guided them to her breasts. A moan escaped her lips as he caressed them and toyed with her nipples. "George," she breathed, motioning to Jarrad's cousin. He moved closer. "Kiss me like you did a minute ago," she begged. He pressed his mouth to Ashley's, intertwining their tongues while his cousin stroked her bikini-covered sex and her brother toyed with her nipples. Ashley's skin was electrified. Never before had she felt so aroused. She closed her eyes, letting it sink in. She felt her brother's hands as they massaged her naked breasts. Although there was no penetration, she felt herself coming closer and closer to an orgasm as Jarrad's fingers deftly massaged her pussy through the fabric of her bikini. However, of all the sensations her body was experiencing, the one she liked best was the dance her tongue was doing with George's. It was intense, but intimate. Ashley was breathing heavily, punctuating her breaths with little gasps of pleasure. She knew she was on the verge of an orgasm. "This is not supposed to be happening," she said to herself. "No, no, no!" she screamed, forcing herself to break away. She stepped back and stared at her brother and his friends. Their expressions were those of a pack of hungry wolves who hadn't seen a meal in days. They all had their eyes locked on her. "Please don't think I'm just being a tease. I really am sorry guys," Ashley said, fearfully scanning the expectant faces around her, "It was fun for me too, a lot really, but we've got to stop. I'm just not ready for all of this yet." Her pronouncement was met with a chorus of negatives. Even her brother, who had promised to protect her virginity, expressed displeasure over her stopping at this point. "Please try to understand," she pleaded, "I'm just not ready yet. Please?" Ashley's plea was met with more moans of disappointment, but each of them also had a special fondness for her and wanted to respect her wishes. Individually, each nodded his ascent. They helped her out of the pool. She wrapped a towel around herself, blew them a kiss and turned for the house. Ashley stood in the kitchen wearing cut-off shorts and a frilly top the morning after her swimming pool adventure. She was listening to a random pop music station and singing along while she made breakfast. She stopped abruptly as George came into the kitchen. He looked around, then at Ashley. "Those shorts sure aren't doing anything to hide her legs," he thought, "And that blouse..." Ashley sensed that she was being inspected and guessed what George was looking for. Her nipples hardened as she imagined what he might be thinking. She smoothed out the front of the blouse, removing any doubt about whether or not there was anything underneath. "Right, no bra," he said to himself, "Jesus, she is hot!" He tore his eyes away, not wanting her to know what he was thinking. He made eye contact with her and asked, "So, where is everybody? I thought I'd be the last one here." It was Ashley's turn to look. George's chest was bare. She had not noticed before how good he looked. He was wearing only the bottom to a pair of pajamas and the loose fabric covering his 'package' made his interest in her readily apparent. She licked her lips as she replied, "They're still probably asleep, but just as well. I was hoping I'd have a chance to talk to you alone." Turning back to the stove, she blushed slightly over the tent she had seen in George's pajamas. George caught the look and hastily adjusted himself, making certain nothing had slipped out. "You wanted to talk to me," he reminded her, as he stood by the table. Ashley pointed to a stack of pancakes. "You think that's enough for the two of us? No telling about Brad and Jarrad." "Sure," he replied. He helped Ashley get everything on the table then pulled her chair out before taking a seat himself. Ashley smiled. "I see chivalry is not dead," she observed. George deadpanned, "Not yet, but it is scheduled for execution." Ashley smiled as she cut into her pancakes. Just as she was about to put a forkful into her mouth, she paused and turned serious. "About last night..." She put the food into her mouth. "Yes..." George prompted. Ashley put her fork on the table. She chewed, and then swallowed. Looking across at George she said, "What were you thinking last night... you know about me... your cousin, my brother... whatever?" George likewise had taken a mouthful. He took his time chewing and swallowing it while thinking about Ashley's question... and about the night before. "Well, I guess... I mean...," he began, "I can't imagine anything much hotter." "You liked it then." "Yeah, for sure, you uh..." "Go on, you can say it." "Uh, you being topless... and making out with all of us at once... I mean, like that was so awesome. I mean... What am I supposed to say?" Ashley tipped her head toward the table and looked up at George through the top of her eyes. "I guess what I want to know is... well, you know I'm sort of going with your cousin..." She lifted her head. "I mean, we've only been on one date so far but I know I'm not seeing anybody else..." She shook her head. "And I don't think he is either," She hesitated, her eyes locked on George's. "Right, go on," he prompted, not blinking. "Well uh... how do you think he felt... me being topless and all you guys playing with me and uh... Well, how do you think he felt?" "Well I can't speak for him, but oh God, was I ever loving it... Jesus, I thought you were going to swallow my tongue." His enthusiasm was contagious; Ashley was beaming. "So you liked it then. It didn't bother you that your cousin had his hand between my legs or that my brother was playing with my tits -- you were okay with all of that." "Well, yeah." George was puzzled, not so much by what she was saying as by how she was saying it. Ashley noted the look of confusion. "I mean, you didn't think I was just being a slut or something like that," she asked more seriously. Beginning to realize she was more concerned about his feelings than his cousin's he hastily responded, "Oh no. No way. You were just having fun and so was I, er I mean we..." He tried to fix what he had said, "Uh, so were we... Well you know what I mean." He looked anxiously across the table. Ashley's face broke into a wide grin. "Yeah, I think I do know what you mean and I think you've answered my question." Brad and Jarrad stumbled into the room. "Sit down and have some coffee while we finish," she said, "Then I'll make some pancakes for you sleep-all-day types." "You know why they don't send donkeys to school," Jarrad asked George. "No, why," George dutifully replied. "Because no one likes a smart ass," he snapped, looking in Ashley's direction. Brad stared daggers at his friend. "You keep that up bro and we'll be lucky to get any breakfast at all." With a pleading look in Ashley's direction Jarrad demurred, "Um, sorry, I'll be good." Ashley and George exchanged looks as they finished their pancakes. As Ashley got up and turned from the table toward the stove, George was drawn to the sight of her butt tightly encased in very short cutoffs. Ashley looked back and caught him staring. She smiled. She liked that he liked looking. Jarrad felt it necessary to remind everyone of the previous night. "You're a little over-dressed aren't you Ashley." Everyone was startled by the crassness of the remark. Ashley chose to ignore it. George gave his cousin an 'if-looks-could-kill' type of stare. Brad addressed it head-on. "That's out of line and you know it," he said. "Wouldn't surprise me if she made you cook your own damn pancakes." Jarrad back-pedaled, "Yeah, you're right. That wasn't too cool, I guess." He looked around. Brad and George were staring contemptuously. Ashley had her back to him. "Look, I'm sorry guys; I'll try to do better." George and Brad each picked up their coffee cups with a 'we'll-see' type attitude. Ashley flipped the last of the pancakes onto the serving plate. As she did so, she hesitated. She knew she ought to behave herself but she wasn't sure she wanted to. "George, can you give me a hand," she asked without turning around. Brad and Jarrad were talking football, about what was going to happen in the new season, and didn't notice George responding to Ashley's unnecessary request for help. She kept her back to the table, forcing George to come around to the other side of her, away from the table. "You like this blouse, right," Ashley quizzed. George didn't know what was coming. He didn't know how to answer. "Uh, yeah..." "Well, let's say you at least like it when I'm not wearing a bra," Ashley clarified. "Uh, huh..." George attempted to stare through the blouse at the bare breasts beneath. "I guess you could say that," he confirmed cautiously. The top button, the one at the neck, was the only one undone. Ashley grasped the next one, part way down the swell of her breasts. "What would you think if I were to undo another button?" George looked up, making eye contact. "Well sure, nothing wrong with that." George watched as Ashley undid the button and spread the blouse. Ashley felt like she was being quite sexy but it seemed to her that George wasn't particularly impressed. For George, Ashley's additional exposure from having the second button undone was nothing special. He knew at least one girl back home that dressed like that almost every day - no bra and a couple of buttons undone. Yeah, it was kind of sexy but not especially so. Ashley seemed to be waiting for George to say something, so he spoke slowly and carefully. "Now if you were to undo another button... well now, that might be interesting." He looked up, making eye contact again. "I'm not sure I can do that," Ashley said. "I mean, like I'm going to have to bend over the table to serve the pancakes and well..." she paused, "And well, I don't think I could keep everything covered." "You don't really think any of us would complain, do you." Ashley was still not sure she was ready to do that. Last night was different. It had the benefit of courage that had been built up over an entire day. On the other hand, if George really thought it was okay, maybe she didn't really need all that much courage. She looked at George. "Sooo..." she began slowly, "You'd be okay with that... me showing my tits to your cousin and my brother." "Well yeah... and to me too of course." Ashley looked over at the table and saw that Brad and Jarrad were still engrossed in their conversation. She hesitantly undid the third button and after seeing George's beaming approval, even arranged the blouse such that her nipples were barely covered. "Oh wow," George said quietly as he stared at the bare flesh between Ashley's breasts. She watched as George licked his lips and continued to stare. "You're sure you're going to be -" "Huh?" he said jerking his eyes upward. "What I want to know is," Ashley repeated, "Are you sure you're going to be okay with me bending over the table like this to serve the pancakes?" "Well shit yeah, no way would my cousin or I bitch about that... and Brad may be your brother, but I don't see him complaining either." "Yeah, well okay, but... uh, what if I was your girlfriend, what would you think then?" "Are you kidding? If I had a girlfriend like you... Well, I'd think I'd died and gone to heaven." "So you don't care if I show off some, maybe even fool around a little?" "Care? You think I drove two hours to see my cousin? Of course I don't care. I love it!" Ashley's eyes darted back and forth. She wasn't sure what to say next. "Grab that pot of coffee will you," she said nervously, "Someone might need a refill." "Right, but wait till I'm sitting down. I want to see their reactions." "So that's all you want to see, huh?" "Well uh... I guess -" "That's okay," Ashley chimed, a grin on her face, "I'm pretty sure I know what you mean." Once George was seated, Ashley served the pancakes. She bent over in front of her brother and put a couple of pancakes on his plate. He was talking to Jarrad but stopped in mid-sentence as Ashley's blouse dropped away, giving him an unobstructed close-up view of her nipples. "I think you're going to like these," she said teasingly, leaving him to wonder if she meant the pancakes or her breasts. She turned to Jarrad, giving him much the same view. "Holy shit," he exclaimed, "And I am stuck with pancakes for breakfast." "Yeah and you're lucky you're getting those," Ashley said matter-of-factly as she served him the rest of the pancakes. Then, turning to George without raising up, she said sternly, "And what are you grinning at." She held the position a couple of seconds, giving him time for a response but getting none, turned from the table and returned to the counter on the far side of the room. She refilled her coffee cup and joined them at the table. She preempted any comments about the previous night or the show she had just put on by saying, "Brad, aren't Mom & Dad due home sometime soon?" "I think so," he said, cutting up the last pancake on his plate. "Why?" "Well you know how they are..." Ashley went on, "They don't like us having friends stay overnight without them knowing about it first. Did you ask them if it was okay this time?" Brad knew their parents had never expressed any such concern. He figured though that this was Ashley's way of clearing the decks and went along with her direction. "No, I guess I didn't," he responded. Then turning to Jarrad and his cousin, he said, "Finish your breakfast first guys, but then you're going to have to clear out so we can get the house straightened up before Mom and Dad get home." Ashley cleared the plates and watched as Brad, Jarrad, and George made their way out of the kitchen. Ashley grabbed George's wrist as he turned for the door. She dragged him over to the counter and opened the "junk drawer". She grabbed a sharpie and wrote her cell-phone number on his hand. "Call me," she instructed, "I know it's a ways, but I want to talk to you." "Two hours isn't all that far," he replied, pulling her to him. "I'll call," he whispered, "For sure." Ashley gave George a short, but passion filled kiss, opening her mouth and sucking on his tongue, and then reluctantly pushed him toward the door. [Excerpt from Part Five: ...the towel his sister was wearing loosened enough to afford him a momentary flash of bare breasts before she hastily covered them and re-cinched the towel under her arm...] Brad's Sister Pt. 05 All characters are 18 or over. Warning: This story includes non-monogamous sexual activity among single persons as well as sexual activity between siblings. If you find either of these offensive, you should not read this story. Thanks to Linda62953 who assisted with the editing. It was the same day but the visitors were gone, Mom and Dad had also come and gone, and now Ashley and Brad were alone once more. Ashley stuck her head out the door of her room and hollered, "Brad... I need some help." "Shit," Brad mumbled aloud, "Done something wrong with her computer again." He was in the kitchen playing a game on his iPhone. "Yes," he shouted, "I'll be right there." He reluctantly ended the game and headed off to see what his sister needed. Ashley was seated at her dressing table. "I can't get the lights to come on," she said as Brad entered the room. Brad did a double take. Ashley was wearing a towel open down the side, with quite clearly nothing under it. Brad attempted to keep his mind on her stated problem. The dressing table had six bulbs across the top of its mirror so the difficulty was definitely not a burned out bulb. When Brad bent over Ashley's shoulder to toggle the switch though, the towel his sister was wearing loosened enough to afford him a momentary flash of bare breasts before she hastily covered them and re-cinched the towel under her arm. Brad was convinced it had not been an accident. "Uh... uh..." Brad stammered as he straightened up. "Uh, one more simple thing to check," he said as he looked behind the dressing table at the cord coming out the back. He was not surprised to find it was not plugged in. The lights came on in a blaze as soon as he inserted the plug into the wall socket. "So it was just unplugged then," Ashley observed, "Molly must have done it when she was cleaning." "I'm sure that was it," Brad continued the charade. As he left the room he said to himself, "Right, except that Molly hasn't been here so far this week." For the next several days, it appeared to Brad that Ashley had forsaken modesty altogether, at least when the two of them were alone in the house. Sometimes she wore a t-shirt and panties, sometimes an old shirt or blouse with half the buttons missing or undone, no bra and likely no panties either. Once she wore nothing but a half-bra and panties. Then there was the time she spent the whole day in nothing but a towel. Ashley always had an excuse, for why she had to be dressed that way or that she thought she was alone. Brad knew they were lies, but continued to accept them as necessary rationale for the sexual familiarity growing between him and his sister. On Saturday of the week following the 'pool party', the parents were again gone to the city, leaving Brad and Ashley alone for the weekend. At lunch, Ashley was dressed in a somewhat revealing bikini and announced she would spend the afternoon by the pool, getting some sun. A month or so ago, before Ashley's exhibitionist nature had become so obvious, the prospect of seeing his sister in a skimpy bikini would have been enough to have Brad at the pool as well. However, with Ashley's recent proclivity for showing herself off, the bikini was almost boring. Brad went to his room instead. He hadn't been in his room long when Ashley called his cell phone. "How about coming out to the pool? I have something I need to talk to you about," she said. "What now," he said to himself, but into the phone he said, "Alright, I'll be there as soon as I change." Brad found Ashley seated in a recliner a short distance from the house. Somehow, it seemed, at least to him, that in the open air and bright sunshine of the backyard, Ashley's bikini was even more revealing than it had been in the kitchen. Maybe he had seen her in less, but all that bare skin was still sexy as hell. "If you can listen for a minute..." Ashley raised her voice, "Up here Brad," she shouted, pointing to her eyes, "I have something I need to ask you." Brad looked up for a moment. "I'm listening," he said, resuming the visual survey of his sister's nearly naked body. Ashley, hoping he was listening, at least a little, began slowly, "I've got a date tonight with Jarrad." "And..." Brad acknowledged without looking up. "Well, I need some advice about it." Brad looked up, detecting the note of seriousness in her voice. "If I can help, I will," he assured her with a great deal of sincerity. "I get the feeling I'm just arm candy," Ashley said, "That he doesn't really care about me." "Yeah, well I tried to warn you about him..." Brad paused, imagining that Ashley was totally naked, not even wearing the bikini. "I know and I should have listened. It's just that tonight I'm sure he's expecting we're going to do it, especially after last week in the pool, but..." "But what?" Brad asked. "Well I'm not sure I want to." "So stall him till you're ready." Ashley looked down at the ground. "I'm beginning to think though..." She looked up at Brad. "That I might not ever be ready." "Oh," Brad snapped. "I mean, uh... don't get me wrong... I think he's fun and I am liking all the attention he's paying me... It's just that he seems to be doing it more to impress others, like you and his cousin George, than to make me feel wanted." "And you think... say for instance, George... would be any different?" "Yeah, uh... at least I think so," she said. Brad opened his mouth to respond but Ashley never gave him the chance. "Like you and George seem really concerned about how I feel. With Jarrad it's more like he's keeping score or something." Brad was beginning to understand what was going on his sister's head, not why she had been such a tease lately, but at least why she might be losing interest in Jarrad. "Just go out with him and have a good time. He'll take 'no' for an answer. He worries too much, about what I'll do to him if he doesn't... But I don't think I'd say anything about George or me if I were you." Ashley accepted that Brad at least partially understood. "Uh no... Of course not," she agreed. Brad stood and licked his lips, mentally devouring his sister's tempting charms, and then reluctantly made his way back to the house. The likelihood that Jarrad would be 'the one' was diminishing rapidly, but it didn't mean Ashley couldn't have fun on her date with him. Jarrad told her there were no special plans when he called for the date. They would likely go for burgers and then try to hook up with some other kids, maybe go to a party. Ashley settled on wearing an old pair of jeans and a torn sweatshirt. Rummaging through her underwear drawer, Ashley recalled the pool party of a week or so before. Although it had been her brother and George who had been more in tune with her real feelings, it was Jarrad's hand between her legs that had gotten her so excited. She considered going without underwear but then decided that would send the wrong signal. Before they had even gotten out of the driveway though, Jarrad wanted to know if she was wearing underwear. It annoyed Ashley that he asked that before inquiring after her well-being or even that he had the nerve to ask. She smiled coyly however and replied, "I guess you'll just have to find out, won't you." In spite of starting on a sexual note, the date progressed without furtherance of it until somewhat later, at a party being held by someone whose parents were gone, at least for the night. The party was in a backyard where couples danced barefoot on the grass and took considerable liberties with their sexual behavior. Seated on the ground, their backs against an outdoor planter, Jarrad and Ashley joined the others in taking advantage of the dark. She coaxed his hands inside her sweatshirt where he discovered the bra. Before he had a chance to express his displeasure though, she steered his fingers under the edge of it, sighing audibly as he rolled a bare nipple between his fingers. One of Jarrad's hands crept downward, across her stomach to the waistband of her jeans. Amid whimpers of pleasure, she sucked his tongue between her lips and helped him to unbutton her jeans. Jarrad tried to get his hand inside her panties but Ashley denied him that. The feel of his fingers though, deftly massaging her sensitive button through the thin fabric of her panties, caused Ashley to reconsider her reasons for denying herself what would certainly be an unforgettable experience. Her hips rose as the pleasure intensified. Jarrad was confident that tonight would be the night, but he was also sure that he had to get Ashley away from the party, to some place at least reasonably private, if it was ever to happen. "We need to get out of here," he whispered to a nodding Ashley. She hastily buttoned her jeans and followed him to the car. Closing the door and extinguishing the light, she hopped onto the center console, her legs straddling the gearshift handle. Ashley was so closely wrapped around the shift lever that every movement of it brought her pleasure from Jarrad's fingertips. When he wasn't required to be shifting, his hand remained between her legs, rubbing the seam of her jeans into her moist pussy. "How about the beach," he suggested as they sped away from the site of the party. Ashley got scared. Jarrad's hands had led her into an intense state of sexual arousal, but without her brother to stop it, Ashley was likely to do something she had been favorably disposed toward a couple of weeks ago, but now was decidedly against. "Let's go to the house," she countered. Jarrad recalled a remark Ashley had made about 'sheets, not sand'. Her parents weren't home, but... "What about Brad," he questioned. "He won't bother us," she lied, hoping Jarrad would buy her suggestion. He did and continued toward her house. A few blocks from home Ashley slid off the console and doubled over in the right-hand seat. "Oh, my God," she agonized, "I must have had too much of that wine. I can't believe how dizzy I'm getting." Jarrad suspected Ashley's sudden dizziness was being faked or at least grossly exaggerated, but on the off chance, it might be real, he didn't dare question it. "Do you want me to stop," he offered. "No, just get me home quick. I'd rather be in my own bathroom." As Jarrad came to a stop in the driveway, Ashley jumped out and ran for the door. His hopes dashed, he watched as she let herself in the front door without even waving goodbye. Had he done something wrong he wondered, or was she really just a tease. "Wow!" Brad exclaimed as Ashley burst through the front door, "You're home early." Spying her brother on the couch, Ashley stepped into the den. "I wasn't having as much fun as I thought I would." Brad detected a faint odor of tobacco smoke. He knew that neither his sister nor Jarrad smoked and assumed they had been to a party. "But you're okay... not sick or anything," he asked, guessing at the probability of a drink or two. "No, no, I did have a couple of drinks... and I did make Jarrad think I was sick... but no, I am really okay." Brad was stretched out on the couch watching a baseball game. As Ashley sat down, Brad muted the television, sat up and looked at his sister. Reading between the lines of what she was saying, he offered, "Let me guess. He had a couple of drinks too, and didn't want to take no for an answer." Ashley lowered her eyes to the floor and nodded. "Something like that, although I'm not sure I ever actually said no. It was more like I was afraid I was going to say yes," she admitted. Suddenly looking up, she pleaded, "But you're not going to tell him, are you?" "Tell him what?" "That I wasn't really sick." "Of course not," Brad assured her, "Jarrad may be my best friend, but you're still my sister." Ashley leaned back in the chair. There was an awkward silence. After several seconds, she asked tentatively, "You wanna go for a swim?" Brad looked at the eyes boring into him and tried to discern his sister's real meaning. He was unable to read her mind though. "Uhhh, sure," he cautiously replied, "If you would like that, I guess I would too." Ashley jumped up from the chair and excitedly said, "See you at the pool then." She turned and bounded off toward her room. Brad had not expected his sister to be home so early and was lounging in the den in just a pair of shorts. Seeing no need to dress any differently, he headed straight to the pool and dove in. While he waited, he considered flipping on the pool lights but hoped that with them off his sister might at least get topless. In her room, Ashley faced the challenge of what to wear. She couldn't think of a plausible excuse that would justify what she really wanted to do. Maybe it was time to acknowledge that what she really wanted was to feel her brother's hands and lips on her body and not just her breasts -- other places too. Maybe she should admit that she might want even more from him. Ashley approached the pool wearing a large beach towel, or at least that was what Brad could see. As she descended the concrete steps into the shallow end of the pool, she turned her back to him and tossed the towel toward the house. The towel was all that she was wearing. Brad's cock shot to attention at the sight. He watched as Ashley slipped quickly into the water and squatted low enough that the three-foot deep water covered everything from her neck down. Brad remained standing in water a foot or so deeper and watched as Ashley duck-walked her way toward him. About a foot from him, she stopped. By now, she was standing up straight in water that barely covered her shoulders. It was dark but Brad could still make out the outlines of her naked breasts below the surface of the water. "Uh," she began, looking at him seriously, "We're going to need a new rule." Brad was not too thrilled that his sister still thought they needed rules. He was looking forward to playing with her nipples again, like he had the other night with Jarrad and George there. He choked. "Uh, right," he said with difficulty, "You mean the 'look, don't touch' one." "Uh, yeah, right... that one." Ashley looked away. Brad braced himself. This was not going to be fun. "How about if we make the rule, 'Ashley remains a virgin'." She looked expectantly at her brother who was wide-eyed in disbelief. "At least technically," she added. "Uh, yeah, sure!" Brad stammered, "I mean, like you are my sister after all -" "Right," Ashley said, cutting him off, "I mean like we can't do anything we might regret later." Her gaze flicked nervously from one of his eyes to the other and back. "For sure," Brad answered, still not sure of how to take this. There was quiet as they looked at each other. Ashley spoke first. "I'm uh thinking..." She looked intently at her brother. "I would like it if you kissed me... if you don't mind kissing your sister that is..." Brad eagerly took Ashley's face in his hands and pressed their lips together. She pressed her naked body against him and sucked his tongue into her mouth. His arms went around her and his hands grasped her ass. She wedged a hand between them and popped the button on his shorts. Using both hands, she yanked them down. With her lips still locked on his, she maneuvered him toward the shallow end of the pool. Ashley's back was against the side of the pool in waist-deep water, she pushed Brad's mouth down to her breasts. His hands rose to grip and fondle them, feeding one of her breasts into his mouth. He flicked at it with his tongue and gently teased the nipple with his teeth. He grasped her other breast in his hand and rolled the nipple between his fingertips. Ashley's hands were wrapped around her brother's cock. She maneuvered around until they had changed places -- his back was against the side of the pool. "Up on the edge," she commanded. The edge was just above his waist so it wasn't much of a problem to lift himself up enough to sit on the edge. Ashley inserted herself between Brad's legs and sticking her tongue out, licked along the sides of his hardened shaft. As she moved slowly up and down, bathing his hardened cock with her saliva, she gradually withdrew her tongue and pressed her lips against Brad's cock. Brad lay back against the cold deck and moaned his pleasure. Ashley massaged his balls with one hand and stroked the base of his appendage with the thumb and forefinger of the other. She tilted her head back and wrapped the fingers of one hand around his shaft. She watched it pulse as she stroked it slowly. Brad's hips bucked as Ashley flicked the head of his cock with her tongue. Grasping the shaft firmly in her hand she closed her lips and pressed them tightly against the crown. She pressed her head downward, forcing the bulbous part of Brad's dick between her lips. "Oh, Jesus, that is so good," he whispered as Ashley repeatedly moved the head of his cock in and out of her mouth. Brad took her hair in his hands and pushed his cock deep into her mouth. Slowly moving it in and out, he passionately fucked her mouth. He pressed his cock deep inside Ashley's mouth just as it exploded and shot hot cum down her throat. Brad's hips bucked with each spurt of cum and Ashley swallowed hastily to keep from drowning in the milky liquid. As the spasms subsided, Ashley sensuously licked any remaining drops of cum from her brother's dick and swallowed it. "Holy shit," Brad gasped, "Where did you learn that?" Ashley still held his throbbing member in her hand. "Not everything I learned at Robbie's was in books," she said with a grin. "You mean..." "Of course. How do you think I spent so much time at his house and still remained a virgin?" "However you learned it, I sure am glad we changed the rule." "Me too," Ashley said, "And sometime soon I expect to find out what you learned with all those many girlfriends you've had, but right now... I'm ready for bed." Ashley waded across the pool, climbed the stairs, picked up her towel and headed off toward her room. "Yeah," Brad said to himself, "I sure am glad we changed the rule." On Sunday morning, the twins were still alone. It had been a late night and both slept in. The kitchen was deserted when Ashley got there. Wondering if she should fix breakfast for her brother too, or just herself, she called Brad on his cell phone. He was just getting up and said he would be right there. Earlier Ashley had debated with herself about what she should wear. Yes, she had been topless in the pool with three guys, even let them fool around a little. Yes, she had been naked with her brother the night before, even given him a blow-job. But no, she wasn't ready to start running around the house with no clothes on... might never be ready. It seemed to her that some clothing was actually sexier than naked and Ashley was definitely into sexy. Brad paused as he came into the kitchen, taking plenty of time for a thorough once-over of his sister. His eyes widened as he saw that Ashley was dressed in the same bra and panties she had worn for breakfast a time or two before. "Based on your reaction the last time I was dressed this way," Ashley offered, "I decided this had to be a repeater." "Yes," Brad replied evenly, "A repeater." The tent in his pajamas expressed considerably more excitement than his voice. Ashley considered his erection to be a compliment but was relieved that he didn't have a lot else to say. Without any discussion about the previous night, the two went about the business of preparing breakfast as if it was perfectly normal for him to be wearing pajama bottoms and her, a bra and panties, Except for what was related to the breakfast itself, neither said much of anything. Brad glanced at his sister fairly often but didn't stare. He liked the way she was dressed and didn't want to do anything that might make her feel uncomfortable. She likewise didn't want to stare but was pleased that Brad's pajamas weren't doing much to hide his interest. Brad's Sister Pt. 05 As Ashley got up to clear the table, the doorbell rang. "If that's Jarrad," she instructed, "Tell him I'm still feeling sick." "Still too early for him," Brad said, getting up from the table, "But if it is, I'll make your excuses." At the door, Brad looked through the peephole and saw that it was indeed Jarrad. He opened the door wide, "Wow," he exclaimed, "You must have gotten up before breakfast!" "Yeah, well," Jarrad explained, "Ashley was acting kind of sick last night and I thought I better check on her." Brad understood that Ashley did not want to see Jarrad. However, Jarrad sounded genuinely concerned about her welfare. Brad felt he should take Ashley's temperature again, before turning Jarrad away. "Excuse me a second," he said to Jarrad, "Let me see how she's feeling." At the kitchen door, he spoke to Ashley in a low tone of voice. "It is Jarrad and he sounds sincere in his concern for you." "You don't think he'll try to stay long then." "If it looks to me like you're ready for him to go, I'll get him out of here. Promise." "Invite him in then. I'll go put some clothes on." "Right," said Brad as he turned back to the door. In her room, Ashley stood in the doorway of the closet, considering what she should wear. "Why am I bothering to change at all," she asked herself. She thought about the dancing, the dates, the pool party and even last night. "I'm wearing plenty and besides it might be fun to see his reaction." She turned and headed back to the kitchen. Brad had invited Jarrad in and the two of them were seated at the kitchen table when Ashley arrived. "Holy shit!" Jarrad blurted. Ashley stopped and stood still in the doorway, basking in the attention she was receiving. Jarrad's eyes locked onto the sight of her hardened nipples poking through the flimsy material of her bra. "If you feel half as good as you look," he beamed, "You are feeling just fine!" Flattered by his appraisal, Ashley blushed in response. "Well, uh, yes... I am feeling much better, thank you." She hesitated as Jarrad continued his perusal of her near naked body. Cocking a leg suggestively, she added, "But it's not as if you haven't seen me in less..." "No, but I really do like this." Ashley blushed even more. She considered carefully what she was about to suggest, but with her brother there to protect her... and uh whatever... it should be fun. "I was just about to watch a movie... if you guys want to join me... you might even like it." "In your room, you mean," quipped Jarrad. Ashley saw her brother's eyebrows go up. She brought her legs together and folded her arms across her chest. "I was thinking the den... more room," she said with a note of warning in her voice. "Yeah, I agree," Brad said, "Bigger screen too." He gave Jarrad a look that said, "Watch it buddy!" Not really agreeing but certainly understanding what he had been told, Jarrad replied, "Yeah, that does sound better." In the den, Ashley stood at the TV screen and selected a movie she had been wanting to watch, one she hoped the guys would like too. Turning back to the couch, she found herself increasingly nervous about the situation she had created. Jarrad was seated at one end of the couch, her brother at the other end, and the couch was where Ashley was intending to sit. It really was the best viewing place in the room and although there was plenty of room for three people to sit comfortably, being sandwiched between two eighteen year old males while wearing only a bra and panties was bound to invite some sexual activity... "But with my brother here too," she thought, "It ought to be fun." Ashley took a deep calming breath and sat down. A few minutes into the movie, Jarrad slid close and put his arm around her, dangling his hand close to one of her breasts. Ashley patted the couch on her other side, the side toward her brother. Brad thought he understood what she wanted and slid over next to her. Ashley took his hand and placed it on her thigh, so close to her pussy he could feel its heat. She guided her brother's fingers over the soft bare flesh of her inner thighs, right up to the edge of her damp panties. Jarrad, from the outset, had little interest in the movie. He had other things on his mind. His fingers, already close to Ashley's breasts, closed on a nipple's protrusion through the bra. Ashley coyly brushed his hand away without taking her eyes from the movie. Jarrad, not to be deterred though, pursued another approach. Ashley caught her breath as his fingers slipped under the waistband of her panties. Abandoning the movie, Ashley turned loose of her brother's hand and took Jarrad's wrist, gently extracting his fingertips from inside her panties. Brad watched closely, ready to intervene, but Ashley showed no sign of wanting or needing help. Jarrad's hand, the one just removed from inside her panties, took hold of the front bra catch between Ashley's breasts. "Persistent aren't you?" she said, not sounding, though, as if she really objected. "You do want this undone, don't you," he whispered. Ashley turned toward her brother, seeking his approval. Brad shrugged as if to say, "It's up to you." Ashley turned back to Jarrad and nodded her assent. He undid the hook and let her breasts spring free. With one hand, he removed the bra from her body while the other clasped a bare breast. Ashley took hold of one of Brad's hands and placed it on her other breast. Ashley's head went back, her eyes closed and she sucked in ever deepening breaths as the two played with her nipples. Jarrad's free hand traced circles on her stomach, slowly moving lower toward the waistband of her panties. As his fingertips moved under the edge of them, Ashley softly said, "No don't, I'm not ready for that." Jarrad, ignoring her plea, took hold of the waistband of her panties and began to slide them down. "No please," she begged, but Jarrad paid no attention to the request. "Stop, no, I don't want them off," she screeched. Alerted by the panic in his sister's voice, Brad lunged toward Jarrad, pushing him back against the couch. Ashley slipped from under them, jerked her panties over her hips and ran from the room. Brad stood over Jarrad, fists clenched, face red with rage. "You have got to be out of your fucking mind," he charged. Jarrad's arm was up, covering his face. Brad continued, "She might have wanted to play but that didn't mean she was ready to have her panties off too. When she decides that, I'm sure she'll let you know, but for now, I think you should just get the hell out of here and don't come back until you learn how to behave." Brad stood there, fists clenched, while Jarrad silently straightened himself up and left. After Jarrad was gone, Brad walked down the hall to Ashley's room. Outside her closed door, he stopped and knocked. "Jarrad is gone," he said, "Can we talk." "It's unlocked," she replied, "Come on in." Ashley was lying face down on her bed, wearing just her panties, as she had been when she ran from the den. "I'm sorry," Brad offered. "For what, I'm the one who started it." "Jarrad still doesn't get it. You know he really does like you, but he isn't willing to accept that you're just not dying to spread your legs for him." "Yeah, well I'm not doing a very good job of letting him know that either." Ashley turned toward Brad. "I mean, like what if George had been here? What if he had seen how I behaved? What would he have thought?" "I can't tell you for sure what he would think..." Brad studied his sister's body. Her panties weren't covering much. "...but unless I'm mistaken, he has only seen you twice and both times you were fooling around with more than just him." He licked his lips, recalling the excitement he had felt each time, that morning too. "He's calling you, isn't he?" "Uh huh, but how did you know?" "I guessed... I saw the way the two of you were looking at each other before he left the last time." "It was that obvious?" "Yes and what else was obvious was that he not only didn't have any objections, but might have even liked the way you were acting with the three of us." "So you think today might not freak him out." "I would guess his only reaction to it will be disappointment at not being here." Ashley's cell phone rang. She looked at the caller ID, then put the phone down and opened her arms to her brother. As the phone continued to ring, Brad pressed his lips lightly to each of his sister's bare breasts, and then pushed his tongue into her mouth for a quick kiss. Pushing him gently away, Ashley said, "It's George. I hope you're right." As she tapped the screen to answer the call, she put a finger to her lips and motioned her brother out the door. Several days later, Ashley was sitting in the den with her brother. He turned away from the television and toward his sister. Looking her over he asked, "Well, are you ready for your big date?" "I don't think I would describe it as a big date," she said, "But, yes, I think I'm ready." "Well, it seems to me... considering the circumstances... I mean you and Jarrad having been on a couple of dates... and you and he having had some close encounters of the sexual kind -" "Oh for Christ's sake, say it," demanded Ashley. "Yeah, well, he thinks you guys are sort of going together. But tonight, you've got a date with his cousin who lives two hours away and Jarrad doesn't even know about it." "And I want to keep it that way." "Hey, take it easy. I'm not going to tell." "You'd better not." "What, you think I'm crazy? I'm going to tell my best friend I let his cousin stay at our house so he could go out with you?" "Look, I'm sorry I got upset. I really do appreciate you having George stay with us. I mean there is no way we could go on a date if he had to stay at Jarrad's." "Yeah, don't worry about it. So what are you guys going to do?" "I'm not sure. That's why I'm dressed the way I am." "Yeah, well I was kinda wondering about that. I mean I don't think he's ever seen you with so many clothes on." Brad turned his head and threw his hands up to protect his face, like he expected Ashley to throw something at him. Ashley didn't throw anything. She did turn red from embarrassment though. What her brother said was true, and he was also right that this was a big date, first date with a guy who had already seen her topless, even kissed her while his cousin had his hand between her legs and her brother was playing with her tits. Yes, it was a big date. "So whaddaya call that... what you're wearing I mean." "Oh, uh... well I guess you can tell I'm wearing a t-shirt and shorts. But, what I'm wearing over it... I guess you'd call it a sweater-dress." "Yeah, the sweater-dress, I don't think I've ever seen that before." "You probably haven't. I think I just wore it once before. I don't really like it much but it seemed like the right thing this time." Brad was imagining what his sister would look like in just the sweater-dress. Of course, she'd have to have more buttons done, especially a few below the waist. "You wearing any underwear," he asked. Ashley grinned. "I'm not sure that's any of your business," she teased. Brad knew Ashley wasn't really upset by his question but he pretended to back it down some, "You don't have to answer, I was just curious is all. I was thinking that sweater thing would be really sexy if you weren't wearing anything under it." Ashley was still grinning, maybe even flirting just a bit, even if it was her brother. "You think I should go on a date like that. Just the sweater and no underwear?" "Well yeah, if the date was with me." "Too bad I'm your sister, huh," Ashley teased. "Yeah... but uh... So why did you wear that?" "Well it is kind of tasteful, don't you think?" Brad nodded his answer as Ashley continued, "If it looks likely that I'll run into some of Mother and Daddy's friends, I can do up a few more buttons and look real proper. I could even button it up all the way and go to church, not that I think that's likely to happen." "That's for sure." Brad interjected. "On the other hand, if we end up some place where there's a bunch of kids our age, I can take the sweater off and just wear the t-shirt and shorts." "Uh huh... yeah... so -" "And before you ask again, yes I'm wearing panties... but no... I'm not wearing a bra." The doorbell rang. "That's George," said Ashley, "I'm going to my room -- don't want him to know I've been waiting." "Right," Brad replied, "I'll get the door and get his gear situated in my room. I'll holler at you when we're done." Brad went to the door and Ashley returned to her room. She didn't have to wait long before Brad called to her. As she entered the den, Brad remarked to George, "She looks like she's going to the mall. Did you promise to take her shopping or something stupid like that?" George grinned at the joke. "No," he said, "We're not going to the mall but if you don't mind we should get going." George crossed the room and ushered Ashley out the door and toward the car. At the door of the car though, George stopped abruptly and said, "Hi, Ashley." "Hi, to you too, George," Ashley responded cheerily, and then laughed a little, "I was wondering if you were going to speak to me tonight." "I'm just nervous is all." With Ashley still looking very agreeably at him, George opened the car door and helped her in. "So, where are we going," Ashley asked as they pulled out of the drive. "Exit Inn," George replied. "The Exit Inn? But isn't that over by the college?" "That's the one." "But that's a night-club... a bar... How are we going to get in?" "Only have to be 18. You do have your driver's license with you, don't you?" "Yes, but how come not 21?" "We can get in. We just can't drink." "Oh, wow. I didn't know that and I'm only ten miles away from it. How do you know about it though?" "That was one of the colleges I was considering. The guy that volunteered to show me around the campus told me about it." "But it's summer. You sure they're open?" "Uh huh. I called yesterday. They've even got a band tonight." "Great! I was hoping we would get to dance. I think I still owe you one." "You do but I don't imagine it will be as much fun as the one I would've gotten at your house, but I am still planning to collect." "Yeah, well, I guess I am wearing a few more clothes tonight, but..." "But what?" "Uh nothing. I was just thinking. You said on the phone that the reason Jarrad had brought you over was because you insisted, after he bragged about his date with me." "Uh huh." "So what did he tell you?" "He told me about the skirt you were wearing and how you almost caused him to wreck the car." "What, me cause a wreck?" George was momentarily distracted as Ashley drew her legs up against the seat. "That's all I did and he said I almost caused him to have a wreck?" George focused on the road ahead. "Yeah, well, I just about had a wreck, just now, when you did that, and you're wearing shorts, not a skirt that's practically around your waist, or at least that's the way he described it." "Well, I might have pulled it up in order to get in the car and maybe forgot to pull it back down." "Forgot?" "Yeah forgot." Ashley pretended anger, like she was arguing, defending herself. Then she cracked a smile and said, "Well... maybe I forgot on purpose... but I wasn't trying to cause a wreck." "Hey... with legs like yours... and a short skirt or shorts like you're wearing tonight... especially with that sweater thing all unbuttoned... you need to be careful. You could cause a lot of things to happen." Ashley grinned expectantly, "Think so?" George did his best to ignore the tease. Several seconds went by before Ashley spoke again. "So what else did he tell you?" "Huh," George said, glancing over at the display of legs, "Oh, about the date you mean?" "Right." "Well, he did tell me that you two didn't do it and that's a pretty major admission coming from him." "I suppose so. Speaking of which... You never did tell me what you thought about my little altercation with him last Sunday, or are we not supposed to talk about that." "Look, what can I say? He is my cousin." "Yeah, right, but uh... you're not upset with me over it." "Upset? With you? Why should I be upset with you?" "I mean like, I did sit down with two guys with nothing on but a bra and panties. That doesn't upset you?" "No, not if that's what you wanted to do." "But then I took the bra off. Well, actually your cousin took it off me... but I told him it was okay." "So..." "And then I let him and my brother play with my tits." "But you wanted them to -- right?" "Yeah, but... that doesn't bother you?" "Well, I mean I wish I had been there, but no, if you wanted to do it, I can't see any reason why I should be upset." "Yeah, that's what you said on the phone but I didn't really believe you." "Well I'm here aren't I?" "So you really think that was okay." "Until my cousin tried to force you into something you didn't want to do." "But on the phone you suddenly got real quiet when I told you about it." "Yeah right, well uh... I got quiet because I realized I was falling for you... and I wasn't ready to admit that to you or myself yet." Ashley slapped her hand across her mouth and turned to look head-on at George. "Huh?" "Look, I'm not sure I can explain, I just know that right at that moment, I wanted you so bad I just couldn't say a thing." "Oh Jesus, and I was worrying that I might not ever hear from you again after telling you about it." They pulled into the parking lot of the Exit Inn. As the car came to a stop, George reached over, pulled Ashley's face to him and violently crushed her mouth against his. After a few seconds of mutual tongue sucking, she jerked away and said, "C'mon, let's go in. I think this is going to be a fun night." [Excerpt from Part Six.] When Ashley finished her shower, she only partially toweled off, leaving her body moist, and wrapped the damp towel around herself. She opened the door to the bathroom and stepped into the den.] Brad's Sister Pt. 06 All characters are 18 or over. This is the sixth and final part of this series. Warning: This story includes sexual activity between siblings as well as non-monogamous sexual activity among single persons. If you find either of these offensive, you should not read this story. Thanks to Linda62953 who assisted with the editing. =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= There was a burly guy at the door checking proof and collecting covers. He taped wristbands on George and Ashley with bold letters that said, 'UNDERAGE'. He cautioned them to leave the bands on. "If you rip them off," he said, "You have to pay another cover charge in order to stay." Then he softened. He pointed to an empty booth on the other side of the dance floor and suggested they sit there. "We only allow couples to sit in those circular booths," he said, "Take that empty one. I think you'll like it." The main part of the nightclub was an 'L' shaped area filled with tables and chairs. It was on the opposite sides of the dance floor from the booths and the bandstand. The place could seat over two hundred, but it was summer and tonight there was maybe fifty at the most, including those seated at the bar. George and Ashley seated themselves in the suggested booth. The waitress insisted on seeing their wristbands and then would only let them buy soft drinks. The band had just started and was playing a few faster numbers. There was only a half dozen or so dancing. Most of them seemed several years older, probably graduate students that had stayed through the summer. The band eventually played something slower and when they did, George asked Ashley to dance. She shrugged off the sweater dress and in t-shirt and shorts followed him to the middle of the dance floor. He stopped and Ashley put her hands around his neck. He put his hands around her backside. She pressed against him but was relieved that his excitement was still rather subdued. Considering what they had already done together, this was kind of ho-hum but both thought it kind of nice. Ashley however was not about to let it remain sedate very long. She rubbed her breasts against George's chest to make sure he knew she wasn't wearing a bra. Then she reached behind herself and took hold of George's hands. She pushed them lower until they were on the backs of her bare thighs. George didn't need any more hints. He slid his hands slowly upward, pushing the material of her shorts up at the same time. He thought they were probably being watched by two or three of the guys sitting around the dance floor. Ashley didn't seem concerned so he kept pushing his hands upward, baring more and more of her ass-cheeks as the loose, lower part of her shorts got stretched upward. With his hands solidly gripping the bare lower part of her ass and his fingers toying with the edge of her panties, Ashley felt his erection harden. She wrapped her arms around his neck and poured hot breath into his ear while rubbing herself against his cock. When Ashley faced a certain section of the tables, she noticed a guy sitting by himself that was watching them intently. She determined that he definitely was a stranger and not someone she knew. Ashley couldn't tell whether or not George was aware they were being watched but she did realize how exposed she had become. She felt embarrassed and steered George to a darker part of the dance-floor. As the band continued through the next couple of numbers, the gentle rubbing of their bodies gave way to a steady grind and Ashley became less concerned about being watched. Both were breathing heavily by the time the band switched into something more up-tempo. George released his grip on her butt and taking her by the arm, steered her in the direction of their seats. As they started to sit down, Ashley saw the waitress approaching their table. She grabbed the sweater-dress and said, "Order me another coke." Ashley picked up her purse and added, "I'm going to the little girl's room. Be right back." *** George watched in fascination when Ashley returned from the restroom. She wandered through the tables on the other side of the dance-floor, passing close to several that were all male. Table after table stopped whatever they were saying or doing, to look up as she passed by. He could see that she was wearing the sweater-dress again and from the looks she was getting, he guessed not much else. When she reached their booth, George could see that she was no longer wearing the t-shirt. The sweater-dress was really a stretchy gray flannel that had buttons all the way down its front side. Ashley had left the top several buttons undone, making it clear that the t-shirt was no longer there but also suggesting that she probably wasn't wearing a bra. The tightness of the dress furthered that suggestion with the prominence it gave to her nipples. The dress did come down almost to her knees but Ashley had the bottom buttons undone nearly to her crotch, providing a seductive glimpse of the insides of her thighs as she walked. George was surprised that she had not attracted even more attention that she had. As the band began another block of slow songs, Ashley jumped up from the table, grabbed George's hand and pulled him toward the dance-floor. "C'mon, we need to dance some more," she urged. "Uh yeah... right," he replied, as he got up from the table. When they reached the dance-floor, George and Ashley embraced in a slow sexy dance. His hands went to the backs of her thighs but with the length of the dress and the buttons being in the front he was unable to get his hands on bare flesh. He instead let his hands roam over her backside. "I see you at least left the panties on." "Yeah, I think that ever since that time I ditched them while dancing with you guys, I have been kind of attached to them." "Well, this sweater-dress, or whatever you call it you're wearing, is plenty exciting, even with the panties." "I thought you might like it." George scanned the tables. "You're still being watched, you know." "Uh huh." "So you like being watched." "It's okay." Ashley pulled her head back from his shoulder and put her face directly in front of George's. "And how about you, are you okay with me attracting the attention of other guys?" George gripped Ashley's butt firmly and pulled her tightly against his throbbing cock. "I think you are," she said grinning, and then returned her head to his shoulder. As the band switched again to some faster numbers, George and Ashley left the dance-floor. On the way to the table Ashley said, "I think I'm ready to go while we've still got time for a swim... If you want to, that is." George confirmed that he would like that. They had been paying for the drinks and tipping the waitress as the evening went along so there was nothing they needed to do before leaving. As they picked up their belongs and headed for the door, George asked, "You going to wear that same outfit you wore the last time I was here?" As they walked out of the club, Ashley put her arm around George's waist and said, "I guess you mean the top. Yeah, maybe... If you want me to." "Yeah I do want, that would be terrific," he said as he opened the car door for her. Ashley initially sat down in the car with her feet still on the ground. She swung her left leg into the car, causing the unbuttoned lower part of her dress to split open, baring her thighs all the way to her panties. "Oops," she said, looking down at her bare legs. George gasped, his eyes bugging out of his head at the sight. "I guess I should be more careful," Ashley said as she swung the other leg into the car. In spite of her remark, she did nothing to cover her bare legs. George remained staring as she pulled the door closed. George stood there momentarily, then shook his head and walked around to his side of the car. As he slid under the wheel, he looked to the passenger seat. Ashley's legs remained uncovered. As George started the car and pulled onto the highway, Ashley continued to act as if nothing was out of the ordinary. Without looking away from the road, he resumed their earlier conversation, suggesting, "We should get Brad to join us too." "I don't think he'll want to," Ashley replied, looking over at George to make sure he was paying attention to the road. "He's got a new computer game he'd rather be playing." "You seem pretty sure of that," George remarked. "I am," Ashley confirmed as she lowered the seat back a ways. George glanced at his passenger, then quickly back to the road. With her legs bare and even a bit of panty showing, she looked incredibly seductive but he had to keep his eyes on the road. "So it'd be a waste of time for me to even suggest it to him," he said. Ashley's eyes were closed. "Something like that," she said dreamily. George took another quick peek. "It'll probably be better, just the two of us anyway." "Yeah, that's sort of what I was thinking too," Ashley responded without opening her eyes. Each of them spent the rest of the trip in thought about what the remainder of the night was to yield. As he drove, George concluded that Ashley had probably said something or other to Brad to make sure that the two of them would be alone. That was highly suggestive of a certain outcome, but he wouldn't allow himself to expect that. He vowed instead that whatever happened, he and Ashley would both enjoy the night. Ashley might have closed her eyes, but she was nowhere near asleep. She too was thinking about what lay ahead. She recalled what had happened a few months back when she thought she was ready to go all the way with Rob and how she had decided at the last minute that it was not what she wanted. She wasn't counting on a long-term future with George, like she had been with Robbie, but she was nevertheless quite certain she would have no regrets, especially if the night progressed as she expected it would. At the house, Ashley opened the car door for herself and led George into the house. She headed straight for her room and pointed George toward Brad's. "You can borrow something from Brad if you didn't bring any swim-wear yourself. Meet you at the pool." "Right," acknowledged George as he headed down the hall. Ashley pulled the flouncy top out from where she had hidden it from her mother, under the other bikinis in her drawer. Then she rummaged around in the drawer to find the bottom she had recently bought to go with it. She found it, also hidden under other things, where hopefully her mother would not see it. Like the top, it was unstructured and made of some flimsy material. It had big leg holes, like running shorts, except that the waist was much lower, intended to hang on the hips like a bikini might, and it had no lining. It was meant strictly for playtime, an occasion such as this. Ashley wrapped a towel around herself and went through the sliding-glass door into the backyard. George was just coming out of Brad's room. "You were right," he said, "Brad was into some new game alright." As they reached poolside, Ashley let the towel drop and George saw what she was wearing. "Holy shit," he exclaimed, taking in the whole picture, "And I thought the top was hot." Ashley turned a bit, giving him a more complete look. "I thought you might like this," she said. George took her by the hand and led her down the steps at the shallow end of the pool. He held her hand high, took the stairs slowly and turned in her direction after each step, as if he were escorting a princess down a winding stairway into the grand ballroom. When she was dressing, Ashley had pushed the bottom down her hips until it was barely covering her love button. Its looseness and large leg holes were an unambiguous invitation to explore. As they descended the stairway, a light breeze played with the flouncy crop top, enough to offer brief glimpses of the lower slope of her breasts. George was sure he had died and gone to heaven. At the bottom of the stairs, Ashley took the lead. Continuing to hold George's hand, she led him toward the deeper end of the pool. When they reached a point where both of their waists were under water, she stopped and put her arms around his neck. George bent slightly and pressed his lips to hers. While George's tongue worked at tickling Ashley's tonsils his hands encompassed her backside. With their mid-sections pressed firmly together, George's hands slipped through the generous leg-holes and toyed with Ashley's bare butt. As his busy fingers crept ever closer to her secret passage, Ashley sucked his tongue deeper into her mouth. When George's fingers sought to part the folds of her pussy lips, Ashley gently took hold of his hands and led him under her top, placing his hands atop her bare breasts. With an encouraging smile on her lips she said, "You wanted me to wear this top -- you should take advantage of it." As he caressed her breasts and rolled her nipples between his fingers, Ashley snaked a hand between them and rubbed it lightly over the front of his jams. George surmised from Ashley's assault on his erection that when she had removed his hands from between her legs, she probably had not been saying 'no', just 'not yet'. Ashley's other hand, the one not tracing George's cock through the confines of his jams, unsnapped and unzipped him and attempted to push the jams down over his hips. When the task was joined by her other hand, the jams dropped to his ankles and both of her hands excitedly circled George's bare erection. Ashley's unrelenting oral assault on his tongue kept George from crying out over the wondrous feel of her hands on his cock. Ashley tugged his member through the leg holes in her bottom and pressed it against her pussy lips. If George had had any doubts about the direction this night was going to take, they were now completely dissipated. George was certainly excited by what Ashley seemed intent on doing but he also knew, even if she did not, that while sexual play in a pool was great fun, penetration could actually be quite painful. He urged her arms once again around his neck, gripped her butt in his hands and urging her to wrap her legs around his body, walked her backward to the side of the pool. George tightened his grip on Ashley's butt and lifted her to the tiled edge of the pool. She grabbed his hair and jammed his head between her legs. There would be no need to remove her bottoms -- the leg-holes were plenty large enough to permit what George had in mind. Pushing the flimsy fabric aside with his nose, he inserted his tongue between the folds of her pussy. Ashley's juices bathed his face as he pressed his tongue into her depths. Her hips bucked and her fists beat on George's head as Ashley demanded more. She wrapped her legs around his head and drew him in deeper as little screams escaped between her quickening breaths. The intensity escalated rapidly, ultimately erupting in a low guttural scream punctuated by her pushing his head away from her sensitive inner core. As Ashley shuddered and tried to slow her breathing, George carefully planted kisses on her inner thighs and nursed the sore roots of his tongue. "Oh, Jesus," she exclaimed while trying to calm herself. Struggling to speak she said, "If that was the appetizer, I can't wait for the main course." George was still savoring the taste of Ashley's inner juices. He licked his lips and said, "Neither can I." George took Ashley's legs from around his neck. He dragged himself out of the water and onto the deck of the pool. He sat down next to Ashley. "The recliner on the other side of the pool -- it's big enough for both of us." Ashley was still lying on her back. She looked up at George. "How about it. Want to?" she asked. George bent over and kissed her. "Sounds good," he responded. They got up and made their way to the other side of the pool where they sat on the recliner and kissed. Ashley could taste herself on his lips. She had regained her strength and was anxious for more. She pushed George back into the recliner and wrapped her hand around his cock. She stroked it lightly, spreading the pre-cum along its length. George's cock throbbed in her hand and she wanted it inside her. "This'll be a first for me," Ashley said quietly as she pushed her bottoms down and unhooked her top. "I expect it'll be more clinical than passionate," she added apologetically. "I understand," said George. "You do whatever you have to." "There won't be any pain or blood, though," Ashley stated as she kicked her bottoms away and tossed the top aside. "I took care of that with a hairbrush, three years ago," she explained, "It's only psychological now." "Whatever," George said, "I'm just honored to be a part of it." Ashley straddled George, sitting on his thighs, his cock standing rigidly in front of her. Steadying herself with one hand, she took his dick in the other and put it between her legs. She pressed the head of it against the entrance to her inner sanctum. She parted her pussy lips with her fingers and sat down slowly until the full length of George's cock was inside her. She sighed and moaned softly, "Oh my God, that is sooo good." She leaned forward and kissed George softly on the lips as her hips began to move slowly up and down. Their fluids were like a high viscosity lubricant, allowing George's cock to slide in and out effortlessly. Ashley would rise up until just the head of his cock was inside her, and then slowly sit down until she had its full length deep within her. She caught her breath as George cupped her breasts. The walls of Ashley's insides were wrapped around George's throbbing member. All other thoughts were blocked from their minds as his cock moved slowly in and out of her. Ashley and George were both experiencing delights they had previously only dreamed about. Their pace gradually increased, providing each with more delirious sensations. George's mouth was open and with each thrust, he let out a low guttural sound. Ashley's breaths became shorter, the pace of her breathing matching the accelerating motion of her body. As she repeatedly impaled herself on George's cock, she punctuated each down-stroke with a cry of delight. George started to shake. His scrotum tightened and he cried out as a thunderous orgasm washed over him. His hot sperm shot into Ashley, triggering the beginnings of her own release. She clenched her muscles tightly, moaned and shook uncontrollably as George's seed drained into her. She collapsed on top of him. She wanted to keep George inside of her but as he became flaccid, he popped out. The two lay there, completely spent, George's hands now grasping her naked butt. After several minutes had passed, Ashley finally broke the silence. "You know," Ashley began carefully, "I really would like to have you spend the night in my bed, wake up just like this, but it presents a problem for me." "You mean with Brad." "Right, with Brad. And it's not that I intend to keep this from him, I don't." "But you want to tell him yourself, not have him learn by my stumbling out of your bedroom in the morning." "Right, and I'll tell him tomorrow, but after you're gone." "I'm Brad's guest anyway, and I didn't come down here expecting to sleep with you. In fact I wasn't even expecting what has happened, but I'm glad it did." "Me too, really glad. Thanks for being so understanding." Ashley climbed off George and the recliner, then whispered, "See you in the morning. Oh and by the way..." "Yes..." "Next time you're my guest, not Brad's." "Right, agreed. Night." Ashley picked up her two bits of clothing and the towel she'd come out of her room with and turned for the house. George looked after her, sure now that he really had died and gone to heaven. *** Brad's Sister Pt. 06 The next morning Ashley was preparing breakfast when her brother showed up in the kitchen. "Kind of over-dressed aren't you," Brad asked. She was wearing a pair of jeans and a cotton print button-up blouse. "Well, we do have company," Ashley replied, sharply. "Oh yeah, I should have remembered," Brad countered sarcastically, "That was why I had to stay in my room last night." "That is not fair! You know that was just so his being here would be more like a date." "Right, except that now, I suspect that 'brother' means strictly 'brother'." "Oh wow, that is so wrong -" "What is so wrong," echoed George as he came into the kitchen. "Brad thinks I'm wearing too many clothes and that you're the reason." "Well, he is right... about you wearing too many clothes, that is... but no way am I to blame for that." "So I don't get any say in this matter. I just wear whatever you guys tell me to wear." "Oh no," responded Brad hastily. "You decide what you're going to wear. The only thing we get to decide is how we feel about it." "So you guys don't like this outfit then." "If we were going to the mall," George said, "Those tight jeans and that blouse with no bra, at least it looks like no bra, would be super sexy, but with just the three of us, in private, well..." "Look," Ashley interrupted, "This is what I am wearing so there's no point in discussing it further. Let's eat." When they had finished eating, Ashley said, still somewhat defiantly, "You guys pick up the table and put stuff in the dishwasher, I'm going to take a quick shower." After Ashley was out of the kitchen, Brad said, "I think she's still a little spooked about what happened with Jarrad." "I was kind of guessing that," responded George, "But she doesn't have anything to worry about with me, and I know she doesn't have any concerns with you either." In her room, Ashley thought about what she would put on after her shower. She did agree with the guys about not needing to dress for the mall when it was just the three of them. Still, she wanted it to be her decision, not theirs. As she stripped for the shower, Ashley racked her brain for what she should do. The idea she liked the best entailed some risk. With it being just George and her brother though, there wasn't much chance it would result in something she would object to. Ashley wrapped a large towel around her naked body and headed back to the other end of the house. At the entrance to the kitchen she stopped, stepping into the doorway enough so the guys could see what she was wearing. She announced, "I'm going to use the shower on the other side of the den." At the sound of Ashley's voice, Brad and George stopped what they were doing and looked in her direction, wide-eyed at how she was attired. Upon regaining his composure, Brad said, "Oh yeah, the one with the door to the pool... the one we haven't used in months." "Right," Ashley replied, "But I need to use it today, there's something wrong with mine." As Ashley turned in the direction of the den, Brad added, "Yeah, that one should work okay," but Ashley was already out of earshot. Turning to George he said, "Uh, we're about done here, what do you say we go in the den and watch some TV." "I was sort of thinking the same thing," George responded as he put the last of the dishes in the dishwasher. When Ashley finished her shower, she only partially toweled off, leaving her body moist, and wrapped the damp towel around herself. She opened the door to the bathroom and stepped into the den. As she expected, Brad and George were seated on the couch watching TV. They looked in her direction as she came across the room. "What are you watching," Ashley asked, stopping just short of blocking their view to the TV. "One of the Sunday talk shows," George replied. "Why don't you join us," he added hopefully. Ashley blushed. "Yeah, well I need to dry my hair and I ought to get dressed first, don't you think." Brad held up his hand, stopping George from replying. He thought he knew what Ashley wanted to hear. Brad looked his sister over carefully before speaking. "Your hair looks fine," he said. "Why not stay the way you are." Ashley cinched the towel a little tighter. "Well, the towel is kind of damp... but if you think it won't hurt the couch, and it isn't going to bother anyone... well, I suppose I could fix my hair later." In answer, Brad patted the space on the couch between him and George, motioning Ashley to sit down. As she sank into the deep cushions of the couch, the towel, which had hung almost to her knees when she was standing, rode up, exposing most of her thighs. Interest in the TV eroded rapidly. Ashley fidgeted with the towel, eliminating any remaining interest Brad or George might have had in the Sunday talk show. Then she took George's hand and placed it on her bare inner thigh, just at the lower edge of the towel. She took Brad's hand and placed it opposite George's, on her other thigh. Then looking from one to the other, she satisfied herself that each of them understood the importance of the other to her. "I don't think I'll be needing this," she said, as she removed the towel. =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= I had fun writing this series. I hope you enjoyed reading it. Thank you in advance for your vote and any comments you might make. Trace Ekies