Ashley had spent the afternoon with the two of them at the family's backyard pool. She had been wearing a very daring, sort of bikini type, two-piece bathing suit, one her father would never have approved of, but that didn't really matter because he and her stepmother had gone into the city, leaving she and Brad alone. The parents weren't expected back until sometime tomorrow and Jarrad had been invited to spend the night.
It had been exciting to have two guys ogling her nearly naked body and even trying to talk her out of what little she was wearing. Ashley had been tempted to take the top off but decided to wait, at least until that evening. They were going to grill steaks in the backyard and she was sure they would go swimming after.
'Well, if the top were to disappear then,' she thought, 'That would be fun.' She cinched the towel loosely around herself and picked up the blow-dryer. She licked her lips as she imagined herself swimming topless with Jarrad and Brad.
Ashley was still a virgin and had no thoughts about that changing anytime soon, at least not tonight. She and Brad, now both eighteen, had stopped fighting and become more interested in playing sex games with each other. They had though, drawn some lines befitting their status as almost siblings.
The relationship with Brad's friend Jarrad though was quite different. Ashley and Jarrad had been on a date, he was eighteen too, and on a deserted beach she had gotten down to just her panties. If there had been a bed nearby, instead of just sand and bugs, she would have lost her virginity right there. Without Brad around to put a damper on her emotions, there was no way she could go for a night swim with Jarrad, much less take off her top, and still expect to remain a virgin. Ashley was counting on Brad to make sure things didn't go too far.
She ran a brush through her hair to take out the tangles; then putting it down, she stepped out of the bathroom and into her bedroom. Stopping in front of the dressing table, she turned loose of the towel and let it drop. Unless she intended to show up wearing what she was now wearing, which was nothing, she was going to have to make some decisions.
This was certainly not the time for modesty. It would just be the three of them, and in the privacy of her own backyard with it's eight foot fences all around. She was looking forward to pushing it a little, but she didn't want to come across as a slut either.
On the dressing table was the swimsuit she had worn that afternoon. If she had that on, she'd be ready for the pool without even having to change. The bottom was awfully skimpy though. She'd need something over it in order to be even halfway decent for supper. Ashley considered the top. It was not the typical triangles or bandeau type. It was a strip of cloth, five or six inches wide, bloused over her breasts and held in place by tiny shoulder straps. She would be almost bare, but the look would be more flirty than slutty.
She put the suit on, then looking in the mirror, she adjusted the top's straps such that the bottom of her breasts were almost visible. She rummaged through her drawers for the right thing to cover the bottom. She selected a tiny wrap-around skirt.
The skirt had really been intended as a beach coverup and was probably no more than twelve inches of pleated material. She wrapped it around herself and secured the single button that held it together. She pushed it down on her hips until it covered the tiny strip of material between her legs. She shifted it around until the gap below the button was positioned over the front of her left thigh. The bottom she wore was so tiny it looked as if she wasn't wearing anything under the skirt.
Ashley applied some neutral lip gloss, ran her fingers through her hair and took one last look in the mirror before heading for the backyard. She slid open the sliding glass door separating her bedroom from the backyard and came to an abrupt halt.
At the outdoor table, there were three guys, not just the two she had been expecting. The newcomer's back was toward her so she couldn't tell whether or not she knew him, much less who it actually was. She hesitated in the doorway, looking down at her nearly nothing attire and thinking she probably needed to change into something less revealing.
Why hadn't Brad or Jarrad informed her of the third. With the way she lately had been dressing at home when it was just she and Brad, sometimes even when Jarrad was there, surely they couldn't have been expecting her to be dressed as if for school. Jarrad might actually want her to run around half-dressed all the time, but Brad? When it was just the two of them at home alone, the less, the better, but when any of his friends were coming over, he showed concern. No way should he have failed to warn her.
Unless... unless the newcomer was someone she knew quite well – someone she might be comfortable with while not wearing a great deal. There was one maybe. She had even danced with him while wearing just a ragged old shirt – no bra and no panties. 'Oh my god, that was so hot!' she thought. But no, it couldn't be George, he didn't even live in town.
Whoever it was, Brad apparently wasn't worried about how she might be dressed, so maybe she shouldn't be either. Ashley was a bit nervous but concluded there was no reason for concern. It might even be kind of exciting, especially if the newcomer turned out to be a complete stranger. She stepped quietly into the backyard, took a deep breath to bolster her courage, pushed the door closed and walked briskly toward 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, delighting in the fact that she hadn't gone ‘nunnish’ on them. “I uh, had,” George stammered, his eyes darting up and down. “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 reaction to her attire. While attempting to make eye contact with Jarrad, Ashley said to George “And Jarrad invited you to join us. Cool!”
Failing to make eye contact with Jarrad, Ashley turned toward Brad, who also was assessing how she had dressed. Brad looked up from his appraisal and saw 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 her manner of dress. Although she wasn't really listening, he did say something that caught her attention. “Say that again,” Ashley requested.
“It was really Brad 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 nodded her understanding, then 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 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 may have been the same one she had worn at the pool earlier, but now Brad and Jarrad noticed, it was tied more like it had probably been intended to be tied, offering a tiny glimpse of both the upper and lower portions of her breasts.
Ashley set the uncooked steaks on the table and 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.” Her lips formed a grin. “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... I do need to know before he gets back - I'm okay with George being here if that's what we are doing.” She looked at Jarrad – he nodded. She looked at Brad – he nodded too. “You invited him so I presume he's staying the night?” she asked of Brad.
“Right,” he 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 backpedaled rapidly, “Uh, what I meant was -”
“We know what you meant,” 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 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, leaving the backs of her legs and thighs deliciously exposed.
“Kicked the bottom out of that one,” 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 and to the left of Ashley's vacated chair, was similarly treated to the tempting sight. His eyes sparkled as he nodded his acknowledgement.
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. Although she was quite sure no one could actually see anything, just the possibility that she might be exposing herself to Jarrad or George, sent shivers through her body.
As she stood and turned back toward the table, 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 Brad would not desert her. With what she was wearing, she did not want to be left alone with Jarrad and George.
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 stepbrother 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 George. “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. She was anxious for a little play time but dressed as she was, she was rapidly becoming afraid she might have bitten off more than she could chew. Having Brad there to make sure things didn't get out of hand would be 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 anyone have any 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 might be fun,” Ashley replied. She had been hoping for that one. “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. He was pretty sure Ashley was looking for an excuse to stay as she was. “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 that was what she wanted, wasn't it? It just had to look like she'd gotten talked into it. 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, pretending to downplay the significance of what she had said. “And in the dark... who's going to know?”
Ashley had her excuse. She could remain as she was. Still, she didn't want it to look like something she wanted to do. She sought her step-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 Brad 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 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 made a half-hearted attempt 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 pretended to keep her top in place. She waded toward the side of the pool opposite Brad. Once again, she smoothed the flimsy material over her breasts, then rested her elbows on the edge and looked at him.
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 step-sister sent blood rushing into his cock. Ashley felt the top float upward, but 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 protested, knowing full well it had crept up again and wasn't doing much to keep her covered.
“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.
Jarrad followed her from a few feet away. “You know,” he remarked calmly, “You were right. When that top is wet, it really is quite revealing, almost as if you aren't wearing anything at all.”
Ashley knew that her breasts, and especially her hardening nipples, were making a very tempting sight. “So what do you think I should do about it?” she asked in a manner making it clear that she wasn't overly concerned.
“You might take it off,” Jarrad replied matter-of-factly.
“You'd like that wouldn't you?” Ashley asked, trembling with excitement at the thought.
“And so would you,” Jarrad snapped. Ashley looked excitedly into Jarrad's eyes. He continued, “And so would George and so would Brad.”
“Brad,” Ashley implored, “Jarrad says you'd like to see me with my top off. Tell him it isn't so.” She really did want to take the top off but she needed to know she had her stepbrother's approval. She crossed her fingers.
“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?” she asked hopefully.
“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 was sure that was what she wanted him to say.
Ashley uncrossed her fingers. “And I guess I don't need to ask you, do I, George?” Ashley 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 the front and undid the hooks holding it together. Freed from her body she tossed the top to the pool deck. She smiled 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 not to 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 liked having the top off, but she was also feeling some minor embarrassment and looked questioningly at each of the guys, especially Brad, to see if there was any condemnation over what she had done.
Satisfied that there was none, and 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. He was pretty sure he had answered the way Ashley wanted. He needed to make sure though. 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 quite comfortable with the situation. She looked up at her stepbrother. “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.