Brad's Sister

Ashley abandoned her sexual shenanigans for the remainder of the trip home and very little was said between them. As the car came to a stop in the driveway, she gave Jarrad a peck on the lips and said, "Leave it running. I can make it into the house by myself."

Jarrad was left with his mouth hanging open as he watched Ashley exit the car and skip up the steps to the front door. Before disappearing inside, she blew him a kiss and waved a cheery goodbye.

Chapter XV.

In the house, Ashley found her brother asleep on the couch. He awakened with Ashley shaking him. "Jesus... what time is it?" Brad asked, rubbing his eyes.

"Eleven-thirty."

"I guess I fell asleep. You're home early."

"Jarrad has to work tomorrow -- didn't want to make it too late."

"Well..."

"Well, what?"

"You still a virgin?"

"Of course, dummy."

"So you were a good girl then."

"Uh, well... Daddy wouldn't think so but you might."

"You going to give me a chance to decide."

"Follow me to my room if you want. We can talk."

"I thought we were going for a swim."

"I'm too tired for that. How about we go to my room instead."

Brad was disappointed. He had expected they would go skinny-dipping again. Still, Ashley did invite him to her room. She had never done that at night before. "Maybe..." he thought. "Whatever," he said aloud, not wanting to convey his real thoughts.

"How about you grab us a couple of cokes. I'm going to take a quick shower but I'll leave the door open for you."

When Brad got to Ashley's room she was already in the bathroom, but had left the door to it slightly ajar. He hesitated a second before approaching it. Resisting the temptation to spy on his sister through the partially open door, he lowered his eyes to the floor and announced, "I've got your coke." Without looking up he asked, "What do you want me to do with it?"

"Put it on the nightstand. I'm just going to rinse off. Be out in a minute."

As Brad turned to comply, he caught a brief glimpse of his sister's nude form as she stepped into the shower. His thoughts shot back to the night before when she lay on the pool deck while telling him about her date with Eddie Feldman. She hadn't actually been naked but wearing only a towel, and offering intimate details of her date, she had provided a lot of fuel for his imagination.

Brad put Ashley's coke on the nightstand, as she had requested, and plopped into a nearby chair. To himself he said, "I wonder how much she's going to tell me about her date with Jarrad. Probably not much." He sipped his coke and mentally prepared himself for the boring recital he expected to hear.

Shortly after Brad heard the shower stop, Ashley swooped into the room wearing the same blouse she had worn on the date. The skirt was gone and it appeared that the blouse had been put on in haste. Ashley had not taken the time to button it, instead clutching it together with her hands.

"I'm going to get ready for bed if you don't mind," she said.

"Mind? No, of course not," Brad replied cheerily. "This could be good," he thought.

Ashley was facing away from Brad, toward her chest of drawers. "No, I guess he wouldn't mind," she thought. "Aw well, he deserves a cheap thrill," she said to herself as she took some sleep shorts from the drawer.

Brad was watching intently. Ashley stepped into the shorts and tugged them suggestively up her bare legs and over her butt. He was pretty sure she wasn't wearing panties but the tail of the blouse kept him from knowing that for certain.

Ashley again clutched the unbuttoned blouse together as she stepped over to the closet. "I can't believe I'm putting on a show like this for my brother," she thought, "A week ago I wouldn't have even considered it, now I'm actually liking it."

Brad continued to watch as Ashley reached into the closet and took a tee-shirt type of top off a hangar. "He's going to like this," Ashley said to herself. With her back still to Brad she shrugged the blouse off her shoulders and pulled the tee-shirt over her head.

Brad's hand shot to his mouth, muffling the "Oh, my God!" that flashed through his head. Talking to himself he added, "Now, if she would just turn around."

And turn around she did but by now the tee-shirt was covering all but a small patch of skin above the drawstring waist of her shorts so Brad didn't see what he would have liked to see. What he did see though was almost as good.

The tee-shirt, in addition to being only belly-button length, had huge scooped out armholes, open almost to the hem. And the shorts were not only super loose, but also cut so high that that they had no legs at all. Brad's mouth hung open.

Ashley's face turned red. She had pushed this a bit further than she meant to, but it was too late to turn back now. As she passed Brad on the way to her bed, it was her turn to be shocked as she spotted the tent in her brother's pants.

Brad watched in astonishment as Ashley stretched out on her side on the unopened bed, her love canal barely covered by the skimpy shorts and her nipples poking at the thin tee-shirt. "I guess you're going to want to hear it all," she said, taking the coke in one hand while using the other to support her head.

Brad would have been content with a brief accounting of the highlights, but with Ashley dressed as she was he wanted to drag it out as long as possible. "Yes, all of it," he replied, his eyes on the shorts, hoping for a peek inside.

Ashley pretended not to notice what had captured Brad's attention. "I don't know what you said to him," she began, "But he was certainly trying to play the part of the gentleman."

Brad gulped as Ashley deliberately rolled her hips a bit, adding more fuel to the fire of his imagination. "Ashley to Brad, Ashley to Brad." his sister chided, pleased that she could capture his attention so easily.

Brad tore his eyes away from their exploratory mission and looked at Ashley's face. "Uh, sorry," he offered.

"Like I was saying, he tried being gentlemanly. Well, maybe he did have an ulterior motive for opening the car door for me. After all, my skirt was a little on the short side."

"So did he get a peek?"

"You could say that. Actually I think I surprised him a little. The skirt did come to about mid-thigh, but in case you didn't notice, it was kind of tight."

"Right..."

"Well after he opened the door, he refused to turn his back while I got in so I turned to face him and pulled the skirt up almost high enough to show my panties..."

Brad's mouth opened, "Uh... uh..." but nothing intelligible came out.

"When I sat down and swung my legs into the car I'm sure he got a good look."

"But you were wearing panties."

"Oh yeah and I wanted him to know it."

"And you pulled the skirt back down after you got in."

"Nooo... I kinda like showing off my legs and he was driving so he couldn't do anything but look and that was fine with me."

"So you stayed that way, skirt around your waist, for like how long."

"Until we got to the movie theater, but it wasn't really around my waist. I had it pulled down far enough to pretty much cover my panties."

"Pretty much?"

"Pretty much, I mean like my panties might have been showing a little, but not much."

"And you rode like that all the way into town. And when you got to the theater?"

"He let me off in front of it while he went to park the car."

"In the theater, you pulled your skirt up again to sit down?"

"Sort of, but not really. You know that skirt has buttons up the front. I undid the bottom three so I could sit more comfortably."

"But did he... uh..."

"Did he uh what?"

"Uh, nothing... never mind."

Ashley was pleased that her brother didn't ask the obvious. She didn't want to tell him everything and his not asking saved her from lying.

"And before you ask," Ashley began hesitantly, "Yes, I did let him play with my uh... tits, a little during the movie... but only through my blouse and bra."

"That sounds pretty tame with what I know about Jarrad."

"I think Jarrad was sort of thinking the same thing, so when the movie was over I stopped in the ladies room while he got the car." Ashley paused for effect. "I took my bra off."

"Holy shit! I sure would like to go on a date with you."

Ashley had expected her revelation to draw a comment. "Too bad I'm you're sister, huh?" she teased.

"Yeah, but I still think I've got the better end of the deal. He hasn't seen you naked yet... or has he?"

"No, not naked." Ashley liked watching her brother squirm. "Just topless."

"Topless?" Brad blurted, "Where?"

His reaction had been more than she expected. "Ohhh Jesus..." she began slowly, "At the beach, on the way home, after pizza. He suggested we stop by the lake and watch the waves for a while." Brad looked at Ashley in disbelief. She continued, "I knew what he really had in mind but he had said something about having to be at work early the next morning and I felt like I could hold him off for a while anyway, so I agreed."

"Oh sweet Jesus," Brad murmured under his breath.

Ashley ignored his obvious concern and continued, "We started kissing. It got kinda hot pretty quick -- a lot of tongue action. With one hand he was working on the buttons of my blouse while the other was stroking the insides of my thighs. I stood up and stepped behind him. He wanted to look but I insisted he keep his eyes forward."

Brad mumbled something unintelligible as Ashley plowed on. "I took the skirt off and dropped it in his lap. I'm sure he thought I was taking my clothes off and I was sorely tempted to, but not on the first date. With my blouse and panties still intact, I stretched out on the sand next to him and put my head in his lap."

"You took your skirt off?" Brad asked in wonderment.

Ashley nodded.

"So you were just wearing panties and a blouse?"

Ashley nodded again.

"And you didn't get fucked? I'm not believing this."

"It's true," she pleaded.

Telling about it had gotten Ashley excited and the possibility of reenacting it with her brother popped into her head. She knew it would be playing with fire but decided in favor of it anyway. "Sit on the floor," she ordered.

"Huh... Sit on the floor?"

"Don't argue, just do it, okay?"

Brad did as he was told.

Ashley was seriously conflicted over what had to come next. On the one hand she was aching for her brother's sexual stimulation and sure he was anxious to provide it. On the other hand, she wasn't positive that they, he or she, could stop before it got out of hand. But she wanted Brad's hands on her body so bad she decided to chance it.

Ashley lay down on the floor next to Brad with her head in his lap. It was like she had done at the beach. She was wearing a tee shirt and shorts -- maybe a bit on the skimpy side, but she wasn't naked. Ashley tensed as her brother carefully surveyed the tempting sight.

Ashley prompted hesitantly, "Uh... Jarrad unbuttoned my blouse and played with my uh... tits, I guess you guys call them."

Brad took a deep breath. "Right unh..."

Ashley hesitated, not sure what to say next. Finally she said, "There aren't any buttons on this so I guess you'd have to uh... put your hand through the armhole... that is if we're going to act this out."

Brad had been wanting to put his hands inside those armholes ever since Ashley had turned from the closet and now she was suggesting he do just that. Although he was dying to comply he was still afraid that he somehow had misunderstood. "Uh, sure..." Brad fumbled, "But what about the rule."

Ashley knew that the rule was meant to keep them out of the 'danger zone', but right now she was ready to take a chance. "Well uh... this is just a demonstration so I think it's probably okay."

Brad didn't like the rule but he did agree they needed to have one. Now it looked like his sister wanted to bend the rule and there was no way he was going to object. He slipped his hand through one of the over-sized armholes and clutched her breast.

Ashley gasped at the contact. She loved to have her breasts stimulated and had been barely able to maintain control when Jarrad had played with them earlier on the beach. Her brother's touch was just as exciting, maybe even more-so or maybe it just seemed that way because it wasn't supposed to be happening.

Brad tried valiantly not to be sexual about it but didn't do so well. He gently squeezed both of her nipples and ran his hands lovingly over every inch of her breasts.

Ashley's breath was coming faster and heavier. "Uh... uh..." she stammered, "Oh Jesus... uh please, put your hand between my legs."

Brad traced his hand down her smooth stomach and below the hem of her tee-shirt. His fingers reached the top of her panties but he couldn't reach as far as she wanted. "I can't reach," he said.

"Right," Ashley replied breathlessly. She pushed Brad's hand back up under the shirt and dragged it out the armhole. "Do you uh... believe me now," she asked with considerable difficulty as she stood.

Brad hoped the 'demonstration' wasn't over. He looked up at Ashley standing over him. "What now," he asked hopefully.

Ashley was flustered but she managed to eke out, "Well, uh... I think I better go to bed... and you ought to leave, I guess. We'll finish the story over breakfast."

Brad was heartbroken over the turn of events but he knew it had to be that way. "Right," he replied, "That does seem like the sensible thing to do." As Ashley crawled into bed, he struggled up from the floor and ambled out of the room. Brad was not sure how far he had wanted the 'demonstration' to go, but he sure was disappointed that it ended when it did.

Chapter XVI.

The next morning, Ashley stepped out of her room and headed for the kitchen just as Brad was doing the same. She waved a cheery greeting to her brother who would have had to have been blind not to notice that she was attired the same as she had been the previous night. His cock snapped to attention at the remembrance.

Trying not to stare he asked her, "You're going to finish the story this morning, right?"

Looking at Brad and seeing where he was looking, Ashley replied, "If you want to hear it... yes,"

"Oh, I do," Brad assured her as he eyeballed the sides of her breasts through the over-sized armholes of the shirt. "And uh please don't get me wrong... I'm not complaining..." he added, continuing to appraise his sister's daring attire, "But are you sure you want to be dressed like that when Mom and Dad come home."

Ashley smiled and swept a hand through her hair. "I thought you might like this," she answered as her face reddened slightly. I did think about it though and they can't get here much before noon. I'll be changed long before that, but hey... thanks for looking out for me."

In the kitchen Ashley busied herself getting the cereal, juice and milk out and putting it on the table. She glanced a couple of times at Brad as he made the coffee. His continued fascination with her immodest manner of dress excited her. She was glad she had mustered up the nerve to remain dressed as she was.

Finally seated at the table, Brad prompted, "So... you were able to fend Jarrad off, at least for the first date." Ashley nodded as she downed her juice. Brad continued questioning, a spoonful of cereal poised at his mouth. "And how long do you think you'll be able to do that?"

Ashley put the empty glass on the table and looked up. "For as long as I want." she replied, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand.

Brad spoke slowly as he carefully raised the cup of steaming coffee. "And how long will you want?"

Ashley had been about to down a spoonful of cereal but paused with it in mid-air. "Well, uh... I'm not sure... we, uh... haven't even had a second date yet."

"But you're going to?" Brad pressed.

Irritation began to build within her. "Well, he hasn't really asked yet."

"But, I'm sure he will, and you... I imagine you'll say yes?" Brad hammered between mouthfuls of cereal.

"I think probably... yes," Ashley said, hoping her brother's questions were at an end.

"So how long then?" Brad questioned again.

Ashley snapped, "I'm not sure that's any of your business,"

Brad realized he had gone too far. "You're right, it's not. I was just curious is all," Brad said apologetically. The two finished breakfast in silence.

Chapter XVII.

Just before noon, their parents breezed through the house to change clothes and quickly went out again, to the office. Brad and Ashley were home alone but generally avoided each other before joining their parents for supper. Brad hoped that Ashley would again want him to watch over her during a late night swim, but she retreated to her room early and gave no indication of any expected meeting later.

On Tuesday morning Brad awakened to the sound of the garage door as his parents left for the office. He wanted things to again be 'cool' between him and his sister and thought he might be able to break the ice with a little teasing of his own. He put on a pair of boxer shorts and, otherwise bare, went to the kitchen for breakfast.

A few minutes later, Ashley stopped in her tracks at the sight she saw from the kitchen doorway. Brad was seated in profile to her at the kitchen table, the corner of the table-cloth covering his waist and hiding the shorts he was wearing -- if he was wearing any. Her hand shot to her mouth as she stammered, "Brad... uh, I hope you're wearing some shorts."

Brad looked up at his sister in the doorway. Ashley had decided that Brad had been in the dog-house long enough and was wearing that old shirt again, the one she had worn when his friends were over on Sunday, and like then, it was pretty obvious she wasn't wearing a bra. While giving Ashley an appreciative once-over, he brushed the table-cloth aside, revealing his boxer shorts.

"I, uh..." Ashley began, "uh, that's pretty risqué for the breakfast table. I don't think I've ever seen you in just your underwear, at least not since we were kids."

"Yeah, well," Brad responded, "I didn't think it would matter much since we've been skinny-dipping together, and besides, that shirt's not all that modest either."

Brad watched as Ashley helped herself to the sausage and eggs her mother had left warming on the stove and sat down across the table from him. "It's not like you haven't seen it before," Ashley commented. With a satisfied look taking over her expression, she added, "And I think you kind of like it. By the way, I always assumed you wore briefs -- what's with the boxer shorts?"

Brad blushed. "Yeah, I do usually wear briefs but I thought the boxers would be more comfortable for lounging around the house."

Ashley continued grinning. Leaning around the side of the table and craning her neck in Brad's direction, she said with a tease in her voice, "So, is this what I can expect from now on?"

Brad's blush deepened. "Well, I was kinda thinking we might go for a swim -"

Ashley beamed. "That would be fun but it looks like it might rain." Just then the doorbell rang.

"Oh shit," Brad blurted, "You're going to have to answer the door, I can't go like this."

"Yeah, well I'm not exactly dressed for company either. Who do you suppose it is?" Ashley asked.

The doorbell rang again. "I don't know," replied Brad, "But they sure are impatient. Just answer the door, will you... please?"

Ashley got up and went to the door. She looked through the peephole and saw Jarrad with some other guy she didn't recognize. With the door blocking her from view, Ashley cautiously opened it a few inches. Peering through the opening she cheerily said, "Hi.
"Hi to you too," Jarrad said, then added, "Uh, this is my cousin from Cleveland. We came over to see your brother -"