Brad's Sister

"Probably the paper-boy," Ashley offered. "He comes sometimes on Sunday morning."

"Probably so," agreed Brad. "I think I got enough money to pay him." He got up from the table. "Be right back."

Ashley took the opportunity to check on her clothes in the dryer, just off the kitchen in the laundry room. The timer was about to run out but her underthings were still a little damp. She set it for another ten minutes and turned toward the kitchen. Hearing voices coming into the kitchen from the other side, she stopped out of sight of the kitchen, just back of the laundry-room door.

"She must have gone to her room," Brad said to Jarrad as they entered the kitchen. She'll be back though. Maybe we'll have time for a swim before the other guys get here.

"I'd like that. I haven't seen your sister in a bikini yet this year. I'll bet she is hot!" Jarrad replied.

Ashley adjusted the towel as modestly as possible and strutted into the room. She entered from opposite where Jarrad was sitting and he looked up immediately. "Whoa," he said as he registered the sight of Ashley in a towel. "If I had known you were running around the house like that, I would have been over here a lot sooner."

Ashley blushed and clutched at the towel. "Brad could have warned me, at least given me a chance to get to my room."

"Ashley, I am truly sorry," Brad said, "I thought you had already gone to your room. Go now, we'll wait."

"Of course we'd rather you didn't," Jarrad added as he gave Ashley a very thorough elevator-type look. "But we can wait if we must."

"What's done is done," Ashley lamented. Speaking to Jarrad she added, "If I had known my brother's friends were going to be arriving so early, I would have put on some makeup and fixed my hair."

"Well you look fantastic just like you are," Jarrad said, "You look like you just got out of bed."

Brad and Jarrad were on opposite sides of the circular table. Ashley reached for one of the other chairs. "Do you mind," she asked, addressing them both.

"Not me," Jarrad said as he watched Ashley take a seat.

"Me neither," said Brad as he watched the towel separate. Again Ashley held it together with one hand while making sure a corner of it stayed between her legs. "At least the opening is still on my side," he thought.

"Bro," Jarrad said, "You been holding out on me. You didn't tell me your sister was running around the house in a towel."

"That's because she's not," Ashley responded in place of her brother. "This is a one-time deal, special occasion."

"But how did you know I was coming over early," Jarrad jokingly asked Ashley, "I didn't even tell your brother."

Ashley blushed. "I guess it is kinda special that you're here, but that's not what I meant. I accidentally put all of my underwear in the washer so I didn't have anything else to wear."

"All of your underwear in the washer?" Jarrad repeated with a smirk, "Should have burned it instead," then laughed at his own joke.

"Yeah sure," Ashley said in a flirting manner.

"You mean you never went without underwear?" Jarrad asked, flirting back.

"Hey," Brad interjected loudly. "Don't you think that's a bit personal?"

Ashley looked at her brother, her face turning serious, then looked back toward Jarrad. "No, I don't think I have," she said evenly.

Seemingly oblivious to Brad's rebuke and the tone of Ashley's response, Jarrad spit back, "Well you should sometime. You might like it."

Ashley, still serious, but also warming to Jarrad's flirtatious suggestion, smiled and said, "Maybe I will." The bell on the dryer signaled that her clothes were ready. As she got up, Ashley laughingly said, "But right now, unless the dryer has already burned them, I'm going to take my underwear to my room."

As Ashley tightened the towel and went into the laundry-room, Jarrad rolled his eyes and whispered, "Hot, hot, hot,"

"Yeah, well I think she wants to go out with you," Brad whispered back.

"And you don't care?" Jarrad shot back.

"You're both old enough to decide for yourselves. Just be careful."

"What, you think I can't handle her?" Jarrad jokingly replied.

"You know what I mean."

Ashley passed through the kitchen carrying a basket of underwear. "Sorry to disappoint you guys," she said coyly, "But I'm going to put some clothes on." Then looking flirtatiously at Jarrad she added, "But I might join you for the race a little later."

Chapter XII.

"What's going on," Ashley asked from the doorway to the den where her brother, Jarrad and two others were intently watching the finish of a NASCAR race. At the sound of her voice, all four turned and looked in her direction. "We're watching the race," answered her brother, puzzled by the question.

"I can see that," Ashley said, confirming the obvious, "But I thought it was going to be over around three-thirty. It's half past four. Did I misunderstand?"

"There was a bad accident on the start that cost of lot of time. It's almost over though," Jarrad said, "Trying to get rid of us?"

"Oh no, stay as long as you want," Ashley reassured, "I just needed to tell Brad something."

Brad got up from his seat and joined Ashley in the doorway. "I'll get them out of here in a few minutes," he whispered, "The race is almost over."

"I meant what I said," Ashley protested, "I don't care. I just wanted to give you a message."

"Let me guess. Mom called, they left early and will be home in few minutes."

"Yes, it was Mom that called, but other way around. They're staying another night."

"Oh... and she was just checking to make sure we are okay. Right?"

"Right. We are aren't we?"

"Yeah, for sure, especially if they're going to be gone another night."

"I thought that's what you'd say," Ashley said cheerily, "How about I watch the rest of the race with you guys?" She lowered her voice conspiratorially. "Then we can figure out how we're going to take advantage of the situation."

"Right... uh..." Brad gave his sister a quick once-over. "That shirt though..." Ashley was wearing the same shirt she had been wearing on the second night that he watched her from the backyard. "It's kinda thin..." He stepped back, letting the light from a window illuminate her. "It may even be a little see-through," he noted. Brad could tell his sister wasn't wearing a bra, and he was wondering about panties. "You might want to put on something else."

"I'll be alright," she assured him.

"Are you wearing any uh... underwear?"

"Panties... and I promise, I'll go change if I get to feeling uncomfortable. Okay?"

"You don't have to have my permission," Brad responded. "I just want to be sure you know what you're doing... because dressed the way you are, you're going to get lots of attention," Brad warned, "But if that's what you want..." He turned to the room. "Hey guys... the folks are not coming home until tomorrow, so stay as long as you like... And Ashley's going to watch the rest of the race with us... if nobody minds." He didn't wait for an answer to that last part.

Brad's friends had returned to watching the race while he was talking with Ashley. After that announcement though, they all turned their heads and watched as Ashley followed Brad into the room. As Brad resumed his seat on one end of the couch, he motioned Ashley to the middle of it, between he and Jarrad, who was parked at the other end.

The entire room had forgotten the race and was focused on Ashley as she sat down. It was obvious to everyone from the twin peaks in her shirt that she wasn't wearing a bra, but as she sat back on the overstuffed couch, the hem of her shirt rode up her bare legs and Jarrad thought he could even see her panties.

Ashley realized the guys had forgotten the race and was quite turned on by the attention she had garnered. Still, she pretended not to notice and instead focused on the race. Eventually the guys did likewise, sneaking only occasional looks in her direction.

The race ended amid screams from everyone in the room. Less than a second separated the first three cars. With the race over, eyes turned toward Ashley as she got up and started for the kitchen. "I'm going for a coke, does anyone else want one," she asked.

Brad looked around the room, getting nods from each of his friends. "Yeah, get cokes for all of us," he replied, "Do you need any help?"

"Nope, I got it," Ashley answered as she went through the door to the kitchen.

When Ashley went into the kitchen, only the neck button of her shirt was undone. When she came out carrying the tray of drinks though, the next two buttons had loosened as well. Pausing in front of each of the guys, she bent over as she handed him his drink. They still couldn't see a whole lot, but the cleavage that was now enticingly bare, dispelled any doubts about whether of not she was wearing a bra.

As she handed Jarrad his drink, she took a second or two longer than she had with the others. Jarrad made no attempt to disguise where he was looking. "I was hoping you would burn your panties as well," he said in a low voice.

"Actually, I didn't burn the bra either," Ashley responded, also in a low voice. Then she bent over even further and whispered, "I just left it in the drawer." She left Jarrad floundering for another line and walked over to her brother.

As she leaned over to hand him his drink, he said in a voice the others could not hear, "I guess you're not planning on changing anytime soon."

"Nope," she said as she sat the tray on the coffee table and swiveled to pounce on the couch. Unlike when she had sat down a few minutes earlier, there was now no attempt at modesty. The bottom of the shirt parted over her bare thighs, leaving her powder-blue panties carelessly exposed, at least to Jarrad and her brother.

Thirty minutes later, when the post-race festivities ended, Ashley got up, turned the television off and flipped on some music. "So what should we do," Ashley asked of the room in general.

"You could dance for us," Tony, one of Brad's friends, jokingly suggested.

"Funny," Ashley parried, "And have it all over school before morning? No thanks."

Billy, another of Brad's friends, countered, "But school's out, we even graduated." His failure to perceive the humorous intent of Tony and Ashley was met with a chorus of hoots and hollers. "Well, it is," he repeated."

"What I was trying to say," Ashley patiently explained, "Was that even though school is out, you guys would find some way to spread it around."

"No we wouldn't," Billy argued to more snickers, "Would we guys."

Jarrad spoke up. "I know you were joking Tony, but Ashley might be willing if we all promised not to tell anyone else." He looked to Ashley for a reaction. When he got none he continued, "I'll make that promise, how about the rest of you?"

Ashley really did want to do it. Getting a little crazy with a few of her brother's friends would be really exciting but she sure didn't want it to get around. She looked from one to another of the guys and got nods from each of them. She looked at her brother. He shrugged his shoulders in response.

"And no cell-phone pictures. I see a cell-phone and I quit," Ashley dictated. She looked around the room and once again got nods from everyone. Ashley fiddled with the satellite radio and found music that suited the situation.

Ashley took over the center of the room, pushing the coffee table aside. She was in the middle of a semi-circle the guys had formed to watch the race: Brad and Jarrad on the couch, directly opposite the TV; and Tony and Bill in arm chairs on either side. With all eyes on her, she adopted a serious look and slowly stroked down the sides of her body with the tips of her fingers.

As her fingertips crossed the hem of her shirt and onto bare skin, she broke into laughter. "Shit," Ashley said while still laughing, "You guys are making me nervous. I'm going to have to start again."

Ashley again assumed a serious look as her fingers slithered down the sides of her shirt. Unlike the first time, however, she was able to continue past the hem of the shirt and onto her naked thighs, without losing her composure. Every eye was riveted on her seductive movements. No one knew what to expect next, but all were sure it was going to be good.

The music continued as if it were an accompaniment to a hot movie sex scene. Ashley gracefully swiveled her hips like a slow motion hula-hoop exercise. She exaggerated the movements though: jutting her butt to the rear, far enough that her shirt barely covered her ass-cheeks; and thrusting her hips to the front with such vigor that the shirt split open to the lowest button, baring the insides of her thighs and providing brief glimpses of her panties. The 'hula' motion carried her slowly though a full circle, affording her brother and his friends every conceivable view.

Tony made no attempt to hide his excitement and openly 'adjusted' himself each time she faced his direction. The others, including her brother, were more discreet, but still showed visible indications of interest. The serious expression Ashley had initially adopted slowly disappeared. Her lips parted and her breathing became labored, as if the dancing was sapping her energy. Her brother and Jarrad, though, realized the real cause; she was enjoying this as much as her audience.

The tempo of the music was increasing and Ashley kept with it. She raised her hands above her head, rose up on the balls of her feet, and twisted slowly in a circle, mimicking the dance of a ballerina. When her arms lifted, the shirt rose with it, until its hem was just above the crotch of her panties. The bottom button on the shirt had risen to her waist and as she turned faster, the tail of it spread wider, fully exposing her panties.

The music slowed and she swayed gently to the beat. Turning ever more slowly, she lowered her arms and let the shirt fall back into place. As she turned past the now blank television, her back to everyone, she loosened another of the buttons, this one near the bottom of her breasts. As she turned past the first guy in the arc of her admirers, she grasped the hem of the shirt in both hands and began to draw it up slowly.

As the shirt rose higher, everyone stared at the spot between her legs. No one noticed that she had undone another button. As she turned toward the television again, the shirt was nearly to her waist and by the time she faced the couch it was above her waistband, almost to her navel. Brad noticed the extra undone button and wondered how far his sister was going to go.

"Oh my God, she's going to take it off," Tony blurted.

Ashley was lost in her own excitement and likely would have continued on, were it not for Tony's pronouncement, which served to remind her of the total situation. "In your dreams, maybe," she snapped at Tony and hastily pulled the shirt down to cover her panties.

"Now look what you've done," Billy chided.

"Yes, I think you guys have seen enough of me for one day," Ashley added as she looked down at her mostly unbuttoned flimsy shirt and bare legs. "And I've had enough of dancing alone."

"We could take turns dancing with you," Billy suggested.

She wanted an excuse to continue. "That would be an improvement," Ashley responded, "But I'm going to need another soda while I think about it."

"I'll, get it," jumped in Jarrad, "Wouldn't want you to be thirsty while you're dancing."

"Right," Ashley said, swallowing hard. Jarrad had just told her what he expected her answer to be. "Better get enough for everyone," she said to Jarrad, "I don't want my dance partners to be thirsty either."

Ashley turned again to the satellite radio, flipping the channels until she found some dance-able music. As an up-tempo number with a disco beat began, Ashley motioned for her brother to join her. She put her mouth close to his ear and whispered, "I thought we should dance to something that doesn't raise too many eyebrows."

They began a jitterbug type dance, one that kept them close enough for a private conversation without any real body contact. "I'm not too worried anymore about raised eyebrows," Brad whispered, "Sister or not, that dance was the hottest thing I have ever seen." Then he added, his voice dripping with sarcasm, "But we certainly wouldn't want to violate the 'look, but don't touch' rule."

"Oh, that is cruel," Ashley countered.

"Just remember, you're not their sister." Brad responded, exhibiting a bit of sour grapes. "Between the bare legs and unbuttoned shirt, not to mention the memory of your dancing, these guys are definitely going to make you feel wanted, to say the very least."

Ashley hesitated, weighing Brad's words, then asked, "And are you going to be jealous watching?"

"No more than I already am. Besides, it might even be fun, watching you dance with these guys."

They finished the number to the applause of the other two as Jarrad returned to the room with the drinks. The next song was slow but not very dance-able so they all sat around drinking their Cokes until the next song began. It was a popular dance number, but slow. Ashley motioned to one of Brad's friends whose name she could not remember.

He hastily took off his athletic shoes, (the floor was hardwood), and eagerly joined Ashley in the middle of the room. He took hold of Ashley with an imitation of a formal dance position, one arm clumsily around her back, the other outstretched, his hand clasping hers.

Ashley dropped his hand and put her arms around his neck. "Put your arms around my back," she commanded. He put his arms around her waist but still held her at a respectable distance. "Uh..." she started, fishing for his name.

"Billy," he prompted.

"Billy, I don't break. It's okay to hold me closer."

Billy was a bit of a nerd though, probably not been out with any girl more than one time. He closed the gap between them by a few inches but was still careful not to press against Ashley's breasts or let her feel his hardened tool.

Ashley tightened her arms around Billy's neck and pressed her groin against his. She rubbed her body against his, increasing the stimulation both were realizing. "Better, isn't it," she whispered breath-fully into his ear.

"Yeah, but... I'm sorry I uh -"

"Hey," Ashley said, looking into his eyes from a few inches away. "Don't apologize. You liked my dance. I'm flattered."

"Uh... You mean it's okay," Billy asked in wonderment.

"Of course. That's why we're dancing."

"Huh?"

"You're supposed to be excited," Ashley put her lips against Billy's ear. "So just enjoy it."

For the rest of the song Billy kept his body pressed firmly against Ashley's. The song ended but Billy wasn't ready to quit. Ashley pried his hands off her back. "I think I'm supposed to dance with your friend, whatever his name is."

"It's Tony," Billy said, looking at Ashley like he had just fallen in love. "Are we going to get to dance again?" he asked.

"I think probably," Ashley said, not sounding like she really wanted it to be true, "But right now, I need to dance with Tony." Another somewhat slowish song started, this one with a bit of a Latin flavor, appropriate as Tony was at least part Italian.

As Ashley and Tony pressed against each other and moved with the beat, Ashley spoke first. "You might not be too popular with your friends right now, but I guess I owe you a debt of gratitude."

"Huh."

"Well, if you hadn't said what you did, I might have taken my clothes off. I think it was a good thing you spoke up when you did."

"Yeah, well I was afraid that if you continued, you might not be too happy with yourself later on, not to mention how embarrassing it might have been for your brother."

Ashley tilted her head back so that there was a foot or so separating their faces. "I might be blond," she said, "But I'm not stupid. You're not really trying to tell me that you wouldn't want to see me naked, now are you?"