Ashley and Brad had been thrown together a few years earlier when his mother had married her father. They were now in the den awaiting the arrival of George. Ashley was finally going on an actual date with him. Brad turned from the television. While giving his attractive stepsister the once-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 a friend of his 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 buddy George stay at our house so he could go out with you?”
“Look, I'm sorry I got upset. I really do appreciate you allowing George to 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 wearing so many clothes.” Brad turned his head and threw his hands up to protect his face, as if he expected Ashley to throw something at him.
Ashley didn't throw anything. She did turn red from embarrassment though. What Brad had said was true, and he was also right that this was a big date, 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 and Ashley had not gotten along all that well during their first few years but now that they were both eighteen, hormonal urges had pretty much overcome any differences they had had. Brad was imagining what Ashley might 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. “You think I should go on a date like that? Just the sweater and no underwear?” Ashley liked the idea, even if she didn't think she could ever do it.
“Well yeah, if the date was with me,” Brad replied. Although any love existing between them was still pretty much of the sibling variety, the sexual vibes between them had become pretty hot. Yeah, Ashley thought, if my date was with Brad, that would be fun. “Too bad we're related, huh. Well at least sorta related,” she 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 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 the drive.
“Exit Inn,” George replied.
“Exit Inn? Over by the college?”
“That's the one.”
“But that's a night-club... a bar... How do we 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. And just how did you happen to know that?”
“One of the colleges I was considering. The guy that showed me around 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.”
“Caused him to wreck the car?”
“Well, almost he said.” George looked over 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 suggestively, “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? I practically grew up with him.”
“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?”
“Well I suppose it should but actually that's what I like most about you – that you would do something like that. So no, it doesn't upset me, not if that's what you wanted to do.”
“But then I took the bra off. Well, actually Jarrad helped me... but I told him it was okay.”
“So hot!”
“And then I let him and Brad play with my tits.”
“And I had to miss out.”
“Yeah, but... it doesn't bother you?”
“Well, I mean I wish I had been there, but otherwise... No, 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 it was okay?”
“Well Jarrad did have his hand inside your panties, trying 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 just about creamed my jeans... and I uh didn't want you to know how horny I was getting, just thinking about it.”
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.”
*****
There was a burly guy at the door checking proof and collecting covers. He taped wristbands on them with bold letters that said, ‘UNDERAGE’. He cautioned them to leave them 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, “I think you'll like it.”
George and Ashley took his suggestion. On the opposite side of the dance floor from the booths and the side opposite the bandstand was the main part of the nightclub with lots of tables and chairs. It looked like the place could easily seat a couple hundred or more but it was summer and tonight there was maybe fifty at most, including those seated at the bar.
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 became 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, “Be right back.”
George watched in fascination when Ashley returned from the restroom. She wandered through the tables on the other side of 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 her 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 than 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 belongings 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...