Ashley pushed the door open. She looked at the clothes strewn around the room. “Yuck, you really need to clean this place,” she snapped. Brad had just cinched the belt to his jeans. Ashley looked at his bare chest and imagined what was hidden below the belt.
“I'm on my way to Jarrad's so I can't do it today.” Brad looked up. His stepsister was wearing a string-type black bikini and nothing else.
“I was going swimming.” Ashley put her hands behind her head and turned a little in each direction, showing off her barely covered breasts.
Killer body! Brad thought to himself as he ogled the abundance of bare skin.
“I was hoping you might want to join me,” Ashley cooed suggestively.
Brad drooled over the sight of her nearly naked body and the suggestive movements she was making to encourage his attention. No way that bikini would last five minutes once we got to fooling around in the pool. He shook his head. “I sure do wish I hadn't promised Jarrad, but I did.”
“Too bad,” Ashley said as she turned toward the door.
Calling after her, Brad cautioned, “Don't forget about the yard guys. Today's their day.” And if she's at the pool dressed like that, it really will be their day.
“Thanks for the reminder,” Ashley said flippantly as she wiggled her butt and closed the door.
My god, Brad thought. I can't believe I'm actually living with a fox like that. Brad and Ashley were stepsiblings. They were the same age and had been thrown together several years ago when her father and his mother had married. Each thought the other attractive but it was not until they had both graduated from high school that the sparks began to fly.
For the last couple of years, Brad had been fascinated by the tantalizing development in Ashley's body, but then this summer Ashley had gotten to where she was actually encouraging him, (and his friends), to look. She had always been into short skirts, but now when she was at home and it was just Brad alone or Brad and his friends, it was t-shirt and panties, lingerie, bra and panties, a towel, a man's shirt with panties or sometimes, nothing under.
She had even taken her top off while swimming with Brad and his friends. Brad being her stepbrother, she had at first insisted on a lot of rules, but those gradually got thrown out, all but the one that kept her a virgin. Recently though, even that had been thrown out. Ashley called it 'no rules'.
Disappointed that Brad couldn't go swimming with her, Ashley returned to her room and waited for him to leave the house. Probably just as well he's going, she thought. With what's been happening between us lately, we really do need to cool it.
A lot had transpired in the last few days. Ashley had lost her virginity to a guy that was visiting from out of town. Then after he was gone, she'd taken on her stepbrother, which was what she'd been wanting to do for some time anyway. But had it been more than a sport-fuck? She found herself feeling like it had meant more than that to her, and she hoped Brad felt the same way. On the other hand, she thought, he is my stepbrother and we ought not let it get too serious.
Remembering the warning Brad had given her about the yard guys, Ashley grabbed a shirt she had appropriated from her father and pulled it on over the bikini. As she buttoned it she thought, Those yard guys can't be much more than twenty-five and they are kind of cute. I wonder... Can't tease Brad today, but it might be even more fun with a couple guys I barely know. With the shirt securely buttoned over the bikini she slipped through the sliding glass door into the backyard.
It was deserted. Ashley took the opportunity to pull the outdoor table over to the edge of the pool. She brought three of the chairs as well. Then she stretched out on a nearby lounger.
So what's the drill, she asked herself. Nothing should happen that I don't want to happen. These guys have been coming here every month now for more than two years. I guess Daddy mails them a check so they have to know that he knows where they live. And besides, I was out here last summer and they didn't bother me. Of course I was still sorta flat-chested then, and my bikini wasn't so skimpy.
Ashley took the shirt off and turned face down on the lounger. She undid the strings on the top. Oh yeah, she thought, with the top undone and such a tiny bottom, it'll be almost like I'm naked. Just then she heard a truck in the drive and soon after, the gate creaking open. She cradled her head in her arms; her face was turned toward the gate but with her eyes nearly shut, looking as if she was asleep.
She watched as the yard guys came toward her. Both were shirtless and wore shorts. They were even better looking than she had remembered. Ashley made a few small movements, the type she might have made if actually sleeping, just to be sure they noticed her.
They stopped abruptly, about ten feet away. “Whoa, uh, uh, looky there!” one of the guys whispered urgently to the other.
“Uh yeah, she's the one lives here,” the other replied, also keeping his voice low. “Remember, we saw her last year.”
“Uh huh, but she din't look that good las year and 'sides, she's damn near nekkid.”
Ashley's eyes popped open. She feigned shock and surprise at seeing the two of them. “Oh my god,” she blurted, hastily clasping her hands over her nearly bare butt.
“Didn't mean ta scare ya,” the one said. “Maybe we should uh... leave and come back later?” He felt his cock stiffening and hoped the girl wouldn't send them away.
“Uh no, that's not necessary,” she said, removing her hands from her butt and resting them on the edge of the lounger. “After all, I'm the one who forgot you were coming.”
The spokesman licked his lips and said, “That's right kind of ya. Now jus git back to yur sunnin and forget we're here. We'll be gone 'for ya know it.”
“Fine,” she responded, “but if you guys will keep your backs turned long enough for me to get my top retied, I'm sure I'll feel a lot better about you being here.”
The guys nodded their agreement and walked off in the direction of the flower beds. Their job was actually gardening but they called it landscaping. They took care of the shrubs and other plants along the fence line at the far edge of the yard.
Ashley followed them with her eyes, making sure their backs remained turned away. She sat up, leaving her bikini top on the lounger. She was topless and facing the guy's backs. They weren't supposed to turn around, but Ashley knew it was still a possibility. Her nipples hardened and a shiver of excitement went through her body.
After a few seconds, she picked up the bikini top and reluctantly tied it in place. The gardeners were now a good fifty feet away, almost to the far side of the yard. Ashley pulled the back of the lounger into a sitting position. She was sure that eventually they would look back in her direction. She wanted to be sitting when that happened.
Ashley picked up a paperback book and began reading. She deliberately held it high enough so it didn't hide her breasts. The guys might be working but Ashley expected they would also be watching. She peered over the top of the book to verify her assumption. They were kneeling in front of the flower beds, but yes, they were also turned sideways, definitely keeping an eye on her.
Continuing as if she were reading the book, and pretending to be unaware that she was being watched, with her free hand she coaxed the triangles of black cotton covering her breasts, little by little, away from the center and toward the sides.
One of the workmen whispered urgently to the other, “Ron, you watchin?”
Ron's eyes snapped quickly from the flower bed and focused on Ashley. “Holy shit,” he whispered. “Her nipples are damn near showin!” Ashley dropped the book and looked down at her half bared breasts. “Quick!” Ron whispered as he jerked his head back, “Look like you're workin.” Hastily, both turned to their work.
As if it had just occurred to her that they might be watching, Ashley looked in their direction. Without taking her eyes off them, she undid the string from around her neck and retied it under her arms and behind her back. She looked down at her breasts again, confirming that the nipples were still covered. Ashley put her fingers under the edges of the bikini top and pulled it down until her nipples were barely concealed. Then she picked up the book and resumed her reading.
Ron took a peek. “Oh my god, JR, I'm not believing this.”
“What?” JR said as he turned quickly. “Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit!” he intoned, then turning back to Ron he asked, “You think she knows we're watchin?”
“She must,” Ron replied.
“Then that means...”
“Yeah... means she wants us to watch.”
Ashley peered over the top of the book again. She saw that all work had stopped and she had their undivided attention. She held the book high, making sure it didn't obstruct their view. When she adjusted the top she had felt of her nipples. They had already been as stiff as they were going to get. She felt moisture building between her legs. Her hand, as if it had a mind of its own, slid down the bare expanse of her stomach.
JR knew they had work to do but he couldn't pull his eyes away. “Oh, oh, please no,” he moaned as Ashley's fingers crept inside the bottoms.
Ashley had intended to tease, but when her fingers came in contact with her clit she lost control. Her head went back as she vigorously attacked her pussy. Ron and JR watched in awe as she pushed the bikini bottom down and pressed what looked like two fingers inside her. Then she suddenly remembered she was being watched. She had gone too far, and she knew it.
Ashley jerked her hand from between her legs and tugged the bottom of the bikini up as far as it would go. She reached to the deck beside the lounger and snatched up the shirt, hastily covering herself from neck to knees. She leaned back and looked up at the sky, not wanting to acknowledge what she had just done.
Ron said quietly, “I think the show's over.”
“Yeah, think so, Bro. Better get back to work”
They turned to the flower beds. Ashley reclined the back of the lounger and spent several minutes on her back, watching the movement of the clouds. Thank god they were so far away. Probably couldn't see anything anyway. At least she hoped not.
Ashley propped herself up on an elbow and looked in the direction of the gardeners. They were still turned from her, pulling the weeds. One of them stood up and with a pair of clippers began trimming the hedge, but his back remained turned to her. Ashley debated with herself over what to do. Maybe I should act as if nothing has happened.
She pulled on the shirt and buttoned it securely from top to bottom. Now if I can just maintain my composure. Ashley stood and walked over to where the guys were working. She stopped a few feet away. “Uh... “ Both turned abruptly. Each gave her a quick once-over. Ashley's face turned red but she managed to stammer out, “I was going into the house to get a beer... thought you guys might like one too.”
“Uh, yeah,” replied a very surprised JR. “That'd be great!”
“You too?” Ashley said turning to Ron who was nodding vigorously.
“Yeah him too,” confirmed JR, “He's bashful but I know he wants one.”
“Three beers coming up,” Ashley said as she turned toward the house.
She returned via her bedroom door, the same way she had come out. She hastily undid the shirt and tossed it on the bed. Slut, she thought as she caught sight of herself in a mirror. She considered putting on some regular clothes, or at least a less revealing bikini, but nixed both. She did straighten up the one she was wearing and retie it properly, so it at least covered what it was supposed to.
She did intend to tease a little more, that would be part of acting as if nothing had already happened. I'm just going to have to be more careful. She picked up the shirt from the bed and put it on over the bikini as she walked toward the kitchen. She didn't button it though.
She took three bottles of beer from the refrigerator, one for each of the guys and, although she wasn't yet old enough, just eighteen actually, one for herself as well. She popped the cap on each. Juggling the open beers while holding the shirt closed, she went out the kitchen door to the backyard.
Putting the beers on the table and sitting down she yelled, “Beer break!” Ashley was seated in the chair opposite the pool. The workmen hastened to the table. She motioned them to the two empty seats, the ones closest to the pool. She handed each a beer, clinked her bottle against each of theirs and took a small swallow.
The one that had been doing the talking took a long pull on his beer, announcing, “Oh yes!” The other nodded his agreement. Ashley turned to the talker, who she also suspected was the boss, and queried, “So what is your name?”
“JR” he replied. “Well, not really my name but that's what everyone calls me.”
“Does JR stand for something,” Ashley asked.
“Junior, I guess. Mom called me that when I was growin up. My friends though, always jus call me JR”
“And you?” she said, turning to the other one.
“He's Ron,” said JR, “and I think that is his real name. But like I said, he's kinda bashful.”
“Well, I'm Ashley and I'm glad to meet both of you.”
There was an awkward silence, then JR finally said. Han't seen you since las summer. Thought ya mighta moved out or somethin.”
“No, just try to stay in the house when you guys are here. Not trying to avoid you, you know, just don't want to get in your way.”
“Guess ya forgot we was coming today, huh?”
Ashley's face turned pinkish as she lied.