“Twirl around again. I think it looks really hot.”
Jill rose up on her toes and spun like a ballerina. The red and black checked flirt skirt fanned out, exposing her bare legs.
“Oh yeah,” Ashley said, “Brad would really like that.”
“Huh? You mean your brother, Brad?”
“Stepbrother, not brother, but yeah, that's who I meant.” Even when Jill was standing still, the skirt didn't reach mid-thigh. Ashley licked her lips and stepped back for a better look. “My god, those are beautiful legs,” she gushed.
Ashley and Jill were in Ashley's bedroom. “But Brad,” Jill asked, “What does he have to do with this?”
“Oh don't tell me you're not interested in what he thinks.”
“Why should I care what he thinks?” Jill rolled her eyes and looked toward the ceiling.
Ashley adopted a mischievous grin. “I've seen the way you act when he's around.”
Jill's eyes locked on Ashley's. “I mean like if he asked me out... uh well, I probably wouldn't say no.”
“Uh huh, well, I got a feeing he just might ask.”
“What makes you think that? He hardly knows me.”
“He musta remembered you from school... and oh yeah, and that time I had the sorority sleepover.”
“You think he remembers me from that?”
“Your tits and ass bouncing around in those little flannel pajamas? How could he forget?”
“Oh shit yeah... But when has he mentioned me lately?”
“When I told him I'd seen you at the mall...”
“Uh huh. What'd he say?”
“He wanted to know if you were eighteen yet.”
“You did tell him I was, didn't you?”
“Oh yeah.”
Jill looked at the ceiling again, thinking about what she had just been told, what she had just said and what it all might mean. She put her finger to her lips. “So you think he's interested huh?”
Ashley gave Jill an up and down kind of elevator look. “With a body like you've got, he'd have to be!”
“Body like I've got? What about you?” Jill scanned slowly from the floor upward as she continued talking. “Killer legs, cute butt, trim waist, tits to die for... and topped off by a cute face and long blonde hair... and with all that flirting going on when you guys were in France?”
“Yeah, but I'm his stepsister. He might look but he knows he can't touch.” Well, at least that used to be the rule. Ashley ran her fingers through her hair, suggesting that maybe her last statement wasn't entirely true. “Besides, everything you just said about me is true for you too. My god, if it wasn't for your dark hair we could pass for twins.”
Ashley and Jill had been sorority sisters in high school. It was in their junior year when Ashley had had the sleepover. It was just the juniors. They were mostly sixteen, a few seventeen, same age as Brad. He had come home unexpectedly when they were all in the den, watching TV.
Brad thought he had died and gone to heaven. All of them were wearing some kind of sleep attire. He could tell there was only a couple of them that had bothered with underwear. At the insistence of several of them, he joined the party in the den.
At the end of the movie, when they seemed to be trying to get rid of him, he insisted that each of them should give him a goodnight hug and kiss before he left for his own room.
Having those young bodies pressed up against him was a real treat, but Jill especially got his motor running. Her body seemed to have developed more quickly than had the other girls' and she seemed anxious to rub it up against him. He would not quickly forget her tits pressing into him and his hands cupping her ass. Jill hadn't forgotten it either.
“Okay, so maybe I would like him to ask me out,” Jill replied, “But that doesn't mean I'd ever wear something like this around him.” She pinched the sides of the skirt between her fingers and pulled it to either side.
“And why not?”
“Oh Lord, you can practically see my panties, in fact if I bent over you could see them. And if I sat down, like on a bus, or in a taxi, good Lord, there'd be so much skin showing... well I just couldn't do it.”
“Then why'd you buy it?”
“Uh, well... I uh thought I might wear it around at home... when I was alone...”
“And...”
“And uh, well...”
“Yes...”
“Okay, I was thinking it might be fun to wear it on a date... with the right guy of course.”
“Someone like Brad, maybe?”
“Well, uh, yeah, that'd be okay,” Jill admitted as she unsnapped the skirt and let it fall to the floor.
Ashley stooped and picked it up. She put the skirt back into the store bag. When Jill had finished tugging her shorts over her hips and fastening the snap, Ashley handed her the bag. “Come over tomorrow. We can lay out by the pool and get some sun.”
“Sounds good but I can't tomorrow. Wednesday, maybe?”
“Sure, Wednesday then.”
Ashley wasn't so sure she wanted Brad taking an interest in Jill but then again, it might be the best thing. In any event, it would be interesting to see Brad's reaction.
Jill nodded as she turned to leave. As she opened the bedroom door, Ashley's stepbrother Brad was passing. He stopped and gave Jill a thorough once-over. Jill stopped and let him look.
“Yes, I do like those shorts,” he said. Jill blushed as she shifted back and forth from one foot to the other. She wasn't so sure she liked being inspected like a piece of meat, but on the other hand she was doing the same to him.
Brad was often referred to by the girls as a 'hunk'. He was right at six foot tall, sandy brown hair, just under two hundred pounds and solid. He was wearing a pair of khaki cargo shorts and flip-flops. His bare chest and six-pack abs made Jill weak-kneed.
“Well uh, I need to be going,” Jill stammered.
“Do you need a ride home,” Brad offered. “I do have a car, you know.”
“Uh, no...” Jill said, then caught herself. “I mean yes about you having a car but no, I don't need a ride, I have mom's car... but thanks.” As she turned toward the door, Jill snuck a quick peek at the bulge in Brad's shorts.
“I hope you come again soon,” Brad said to Jill's disappearing form. Turning to Ashley with a quick elevator look, he said, “If you weren't so damn hot, I could probably get interested in her.”
Ashley grinned as she heard the front door close. “I guess we'll just have to see how hot I really am. Jill's coming over again Wednesday.”
“Oh shit,” Brad smirked, “I think I see myself getting into trouble.”
“You wish,” Ashley teased. It was okay with her that Brad had walked into her room after Jill had left. Ashley's eyes locked on Brad's as she undid her shorts and let them drop to the floor. Then she unbuttoned her blouse and shrugged it off her shoulders. Brad was still just as entranced as he had been the first time he watched his stepsister get naked.
Brad and Ashley had been living together ever since their parents, his mother, her father, had married a few years back. But it was not until a few weeks ago that Ashley's progressively provocative attire had resulted in the ultimate intimacy between them.
Ashley unsnapped her bra and let it fall to the floor. Her panties were dripping with excitement. She pushed them down and let them drop to the floor as well. Ashley reached between her legs and sopped up some of the moisture there. She put her fingers in her mouth and watched as Brad grabbed hold of the bulge in his pants. Brad had a serious erection and Ashley liked knowing she was the cause of it.
“You look as if you're expecting to get some of this,” she observed.
“Well I was kind of hoping, maybe.” He looked at Ashley, naked from head to toe and doing nothing to cover herself.
“Not a good idea. Mom and Dad are due home just any minute now and I don't think they'd be too thrilled to find you boffing your stepsister.” Ashley stated it as a simple fact, not letting on that she too was disappointed. She felt compelled to add however, “And no, I don't need help with my shower.”
Brad might have been disappointed but he knew Ashley was right. He adopted a light-hearted attitude. “Good thing,” he said cheerily, “Because I've got some things I was wanting to do anyway.”
Ashley continued watching as Brad turned and left. Once again she put her fingers between her legs and felt the dampness there. She imagined what might have happened if there had been more time.
After showering and dressing somewhat conservatively, she joined Brad in the den, both of them waiting for their folks to get home. Brad had somewhere found a shirt to wear while Ashley was taking her shower, but she still thought he looked pretty good.
“So,” Ashley began, “I guess it would be fair to say you're interested in Jill.”
“Huh,” Brad replied, looking up from the sports show he was watching on the television.
“You're interested in Jill,” Ashley repeated.
“Oh yeah, your friend that was here. Yeah, she's hot!” Brad watched Ashley's reaction. From the change in her expression he deduced that he might have said something wrong.
“Meaning?” Ashley challenged.
“Meaning I think you're really hot too. I mean like if we didn't have to sneak around so much... well, uh...”
Ashley grinned and slowly said, “So you like fucking your sister?”
“Stepsister, but yeah, right, for sure,” Brad acknowledged.
“But a coupla years back... well you were too busy for your stepsister.”
“Well, yeah... but things change.”
Ashley was sitting in an easy chair. She pressed down on the arms and looked herself over. “Yeah, I think I know what you mean.” The subject was getting dangerous. Ashley knew she and Brad needed to find new outlets for their sexual energy. “So hey... What about my friend Jill. You are interested, right?”
“Sure. Why. You going to fix me up with her?”
Ashley turned sour. She didn't really like the thought of Brad with someone else, even if it was the right thing to do. “Maybe... We'll see.”
Brad and Ashley heard the garage door, announcing the arrival of their parents. Neither wanted Mom and Dad to even have an inkling of what they had been discussing. The subject was hastily changed.
*****
Ashley walked into the den where her father was watching television. She was wearing a knee-length dressing-type gown made of multiple layers of diaphanous material.
“Don't you think you should be wearing a few more clothes?” he said.
“What's wrong with what I'm wearing?”
Mr. Adams looked her over as she seated herself on the couch. With measured sternness he replied, “It's not suitable for a family gathering, especially since we're expecting your brother to join us too.”
“He's not my brother.” But he is why I wore it.
“Okay, stepbrother then – even worse.”
“Well it's not like he hasn't seen me in less.” If you only knew how much less...
“Well, just make sure it stays closed.”
“I'll be careful, Daddy.” Especially when you're watching.
Mr. Adams turned back to the television. “Wouldn't want your underwear to show,” he added as an aside.
“Right,” Ashley agreed. If I was wearing any.
It was Tuesday night and it had been a tradition since they had come together several years back, that on that one night a week they would all do something together as a family. Tonight the plan was to watch a movie together.
Brad came into the room, followed closely by his mother. He hesitated at the sight of Ashley. Holy shit! I can't really see anything, but I sure can imagine. He took a seat that afforded him a view of his stepsister.
Mrs. Adams was well aware of what had caught her son's attention. She smiled inwardly. At least they're not fighting anymore, she thought as she joined her stepdaughter on the couch.
The den, great room, family room, whatever you want to call it was at one end of the house. There was an entertainment center with a 35” flat screen at one end of the room. At the other end a soft leather covered couch backed up to the wall with an easy chair on either side of it. The chairs were angled away from the couch and toward the viewing screen.
They watched the last few minutes of O'Reilly before switching to a movie on DVD. The film they watched was a remake of the classic, “Dirty Dancing”. In spite of having seen it before, all were anxious to see it again, especially with the theater type sound and high definition picture.
Ashley was on the left end of the couch. Her father was seated in the chair on the same side, a little closer to the screen, and with his back to her. After looking in his direction and being sure he was still engrossed in the movie, Ashley crossed her legs and let the bottom part of her gown split open, exposing her legs almost to her waist.
Brad, seated opposite Ashley's father, near the other end of the couch, caught the movement and turned his head slightly to get a better view. Mrs. Adams remained glued to the screen and pretended not to notice what was going on between her son and stepdaughter.
Throughout the remainder of the movie, whenever Ashley saw Brad looking in her direction, she crossed and uncrossed her legs or otherwise moved her legs sufficiently to maintain his attention. Near the end of the movie however, not wanting to upset her father, she pulled the robe closed over her legs.
As the movie came to a close, Mrs. Adams got up from the couch, and putting her hand on her husband's shoulder said, “C'mon, Morgan, the kids may want to watch one of the late shows but us old folks need our rest.”
After their parents had left the room, Brad turned in his chair and looked at Ashley. She was looking back at him. “So, you wanna watch the TV for a while?” he asked.
“You think they've really gone to bed?”
“Sure, didn't you see the way Mom hustled your father out of the room?”
“Yeah, but you think she knows?”
“Well, not everything, but she's no dummy. She saw the way we were looking at each other.”
Ashley gave it some thought, then patting the seat beside her, said “Okay, but sit over here.”
Brad moved to the couch, next to Ashley. For the next few minutes both pretended interest in the late night comedian. Without turning away from the television, Brad rested his hand on Ashley's robe covered leg. With small sensuous movements of his fingers he managed to separate the robe and get his hand between Ashley's bare thighs.
His fingers snaked around the underside of the one closest to him. Ashley relaxed her muscles, enjoying the touch. Brad slowly lifted his stepsister's leg and swung it across his lap. As the robe fell away from her legs, Ashley dragged her other leg over his lap as well.
Ashley's bare legs were bent at the knees, perched above Brad's lap. At her waist a hand held her robe together. But below that, where it really mattered, she was totally bare. Brad stared at Ashley's glistening pussy lips. He slid his hand along the underside of her leg until the heel of his hand was pressed against her sex. Slowly he dragged his hand upward, his fingers dipping between the folds of her pussy, coating them with her juices.
Their eyes were locked together as Brad lifted his fingers to his mouth. “Oh my god,” moaned Ashley, as one at a time Brad licked each of his fingers clean. As he lowered his head to let his tongue take up the work his fingers had just performed, Ashley softly begged, “Please, no. Please don't.”
Brad stopped, his head resting on Ashley's knees, “What's wrong?” he asked with considerable concern.
“We can't is all, we just can't.”
“We can't? But I thought there were no rules.”
“I know, Brad, and I want it as bad as you, but we can't.”
Brad sensed the reluctance was somehow related to their rather confused situation. “I know we call each other brother and sister, but we're not really.