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Sandy was wearing a sort of peasant shift, tangerine colored, covering her petite frame from her tanned shoulders to her trim ankles. She stood alone in her room, studying herself in the full-length mirror of the bathroom door.

Although the gown she wore was made of several layers of gauze and was meant for sleeping in, it did not have the transparency one would expect of something that might also be called a negligee. Still, in the bright illumination of her room, it had a degree of transparency that made it quite obvious what she wore under it, which was nothing, not even panties.

Sixteen-year-old Sandy was about to return to the family room and watch television with her eighteen-year-old stepbrother Bob. Her mother had said so much about how she should be dressed around the house, especially when Bob was at home – like always wear underwear, dress as if you were going to the mall, etc. - that when Mom wasn't around, the urge was to do just the opposite.

Lately, Sandy had been dressing – at least when she was sure she wasn't going to get caught – in a manner sufficiently arousing for Bob to take notice, his friends too if they were around. She especially liked hearing Bob on the phone telling his buddy Charlie what he was missing. That would often result in Charlie showing up a few minutes later, which was just fine with Sandy.

Sandy had a serious interest in Bob's friend Charlie, but that hadn't dampened her enthusiasm for teasing Bob and getting him aroused too. And although Bob had guessed that his friend Charlie had more than just a passing interest in Sandy, he nevertheless, made no secret of his desire to see his stepsister wearing little or nothing.

Sandy had made clear however, the limits to which her antics might go. She still had her virginity, and although she didn't plan on having it a great deal longer, she wasn't about to lose it to her stepbrother. She expected, maybe even hoped, that she would eventually give it up to his friend Charlie, but that would not be anytime soon.

Throughout the two years or so since they had been forced to live together, Sandy honored her mother's wishes and made it a point of being modestly dressed when Bob was around - at least until a month or so ago.

Shortly after Sandy had turned sixteen, she caught her hormonally charged stepbrother checking out her developing curves. She found that she liked the attention, and when it was just the two of them, Sandy encouraged Bob's attention even further, progressively taking liberties with her attire, to where it was not unusual for her to spend the day with him while wearing nothing more than a t-shirt and panties.

Sandy was having fun, but the fun was not without conflict. Her mother wanted her to behave like a lady and pressure from classmates and girlfriends suggested the same. On the other hand, Sandy got a kick out of 'turning on' her brother and his friends – even welcoming a bit of playful touching, just so long as it really was playful.

But what did they think? Oh yeah, it was obvious they were having fun too, but what were they really thinking? What were they saying behind her back? And then there was the question of how many. Sure, two or three was even naughtier than just one, but more was more fun, plus – and oh was this was a huge plus – it was easier to set the limits with two or three than it was with just one.

Tonight, she was alone in the house with Bob. The safety valve of knowing the parents would return in a few hours did not exist. The parents were gone and wouldn't be back for several days. It was also highly unlikely that anyone would come calling this late at night. Sandy was well aware that pushing her boundaries under these circumstances entailed a considerable degree of risk.

But, there also existed a very bright green light. Her mother had called from the city, over two hours away, confirming that she and her stepfather had arrived there safely. Sandy could behave anyway she wanted, and she didn't have to worry about getting caught.

Her thoughts returned to the image in the mirror. Even though the material of the gown was thin and transparent, there were several layers of it, making its transparency dependent on the lighting. Bob would definitely be looking for every opportunity to 'see through' the gown, especially between her legs.

She was going to do this! She did however hope that Bob would show some restraint. She also hoped he wouldn't see her as a tart or a slut - sexy, yes - trashy, no.

Looking intently at her image in the mirror, Sandy adjusted the large neck opening of the gown so as to expose a reasonable portion of her breasts. Her nipples were covered, although they did make noticeable protrusions in the gown.

She ran a brush through her long brown hair, then headed down the darkened hallway. At the entrance to the family room, she hesitated. With what she was about to do, she might as well be walking into the room naked.

Bob was still glued to the television and was so far unaware of her return. Sandy took a deep breath and held it. She flipped the switch next to the door, bathing the hallway behind her in bright light.

Bob was startled by the sudden burst of light that spilled into the room. His gaze snapped immediately to the doorway, and to Sandy standing there. What he saw took his breath away.

The light from the hallway highlighted Sandy's body through the translucent gauze of her gown. There was no mistaking that she was wearing nothing under it. “Oh wow!” he murmured, covering his mouth.

Sandy guessed what effect the hallway light was creating, but snapped anyway, “What... what is it?” making as if she didn't know.

“Uh... uh...” Bob stammered. “You are gorgeous... and that gown... Jesus... I mean, that is sooo cool.”

“This moth eaten thing?” Sandy said as she clutched a portion of the gown just below her breasts. Walking into the room she asked, “Why would you think this is so cool?”

The image of his stepsister back-lighted in the doorway lingered in Bob's mind. “Uh... well... uh, I just like it is all.”

Sandy took a seat on the couch, a few feet from where Bob was sitting. “Somehow I don't think you're telling me everything.” Sandy smiled. “C'mon, tell me. Why do you think this is sooo cool?”

Bob pretty much guessed from the way Sandy had been showing off lately, that her posing back-lighted in the doorway had been intentional. He opted to play the game. “Promise you won't get mad,” he sheepishly replied.

“Of course not. I just want to know.”

Bob caught the twitch though, as Sandy tried to hide her smile. She knows what I saw. She did that deliberately. Let's see how she handles this. Bob replied as if in uncharted waters, “Well, uh... it's uh... sorta see-though.”

“Oh...” Sandy said with a shocked look on her face. “Uh... I guess I should have been more careful,” Sandy added as if unaware of how transparent the gown could be. “But you did say sorta... you're sure it's just sorta see-through?”

It was Bob's move as the game continued, “Yeah, well... like right now, in the dim light, it's not so much -”

“No wait, let me guess.” Sandy pretended to be deep in thought. Then, as if it had just occurred to her, “Uh... at the door... with the hall light behind me...”

“Uh huh.”

“Pretty see-through?”

“Yeah...”

“Uh... what could you see? I mean, could you tell I wasn't wearing underwear?” Sandy asked as if the thought of it horrified her.

Bob's turn, “Well... uh... yeah.”

“Really?” Sandy remarked, a feigned expression of disbelief on her face. “You mean... it looked like I wasn't wearing any clothes... at all?”

“Uh... yeah, well... pretty much.” And she wanted me to see.

“Oh my God! You must think I'm some kind of a slut or something.”

“No way. I told you I thought it was cool.”

“I think I better go change,” Sandy said, acting as if she was getting up from the couch, “Or at least put some panties on.”

He knew she really didn't want to. “Uh, that's not necessary,” Bob offered.

“Yeah, well...” Sandy appeared to be thinking. “I guess uh... it is a little late to worry about it now.” She settled back into the cushions of the couch, signaling that the decision was made and she was going to stay as she was.

And now she thinks we're going to stop talking about this too? “Right, and besides...” Bob said, “I do think it's really cool -”

“Really cool? Me practically naked and you think it's really cool?”

“Yeah,” Bob said with a grin. “I mean, I think it's fun, don't you?”

“Fun, huh...” Sandy broke a smile too.

“Yeah, fun,” Bob said, his grin widening. Is she done pretending? Bob wondered.

Bob got up from his chair and walked toward the switch controlling the over-head light, all the while keeping his eyes focused on Sandy, watching her reaction.

Sandy knew that when Bob flipped the switch for the overhead light, her body would be pretty much on display. She could stop him before he reached the switch, but didn't really want to. Instead she said, “So you like the way I'm dressed.”

Bob reached the wall switch and flipped it on. The harsh overhead light did not leave a lot to the imagination and Sandy made no attempt to hide from it. She put her finger seductively in her mouth and leaned back on the couch, offering Bob an unobstructed view of her nearly naked body.

“Oh yeah...” Bob exclaimed, “Lookin' good!” His tongue slowly circled his lips.

Unbelievably, Bob's intense staring, and his comment caused Sandy some minor embarrassment. Serious excitement though, would probably have been a better description of what she was feeling. She tried to swallow but had trouble. In a very small voice she suggested, “So it'd be okay for me to wear this again, then.” She paused, looking down at herself, and demurely added, “Of course if I did, I'd need to wear some underwear, at least panties.”

Back to playing games again, Bob observed. “I'm sure I'd like it better without, but, uh...” he hesitated, then added, “That's really up to you,” knowing full well what she really wanted.

Sandy used her hands to smooth out the filmy material covering her naked body. She looked inquisitively at Bob and asked, “So I wouldn't have to wear underwear... not if I didn't want to.”

“Uh, no...” Bob replied as he studied the fullness of her breasts. “Not if you didn't want to.”

Sandy's eyes widened. The pretending appeared to be over. “And now? It's okay for me to stay the way I am... without the underwear.”

“Uh sure... that's okay with me,” Bob replied as he focused his gaze between her legs.

Sandy parted her legs slightly. “Well,” she said, “Can we at least have the light off?”

“Uh, yeah... sure,” Bob said as he reached for the switch and flipped it off. He returned to his chair, still not taking his eyes off Sandy.

When he was seated, Sandy began slowly, “Let me ask you then...” She pulled her legs up on the couch, pointing them away from Bob whose chair was several feet away, over her right shoulder. “Would you still think it was okay... if one of your friends... Charlie, for instance... was here too.”

“Sure! You want me to call him.”

“Nooo... just curious is all.” Sandy drew her knees up and put her arms around her now bare legs. “Do you think he'd like this gown too?” With Bob's eyes taking in her every movement, Sandy allowed the hem of the gown to fall into her lap.

Bob imagined what the view would be like from the other end of the couch. He wiped the drool off his lips, “Oh yeah, and if he was here now, he'd want to be sitting on the other end of that couch.”

Sandy blushed and pushed the gown between her legs, blocking the imaginary view. “Well he's not here so...”

“Then how about if I sit there?” Bob snapped.

“You stay right where you are,” Sandy said emphatically, “or I'm going to my room!”

“No, no, I'm not moving,” Bob hastily replied.

“Right, better not.” Sandy changed gears, “So tell me then,” she said, smoothing the material over her breasts while staring up at the ceiling, “You and Charlie... this afternoon... in the back-yard -”

“Yeah?” Bob said, urging Sandy to continue. He was studying Sandy's bare legs and trying to see her breasts through the almost transparent layers of the gown.

“I was just wearing panties,” Sandy continued while she lifted the bodice of her gown away from her breasts, affording Bob a quick peek of her hardened nipples.

“Uh... right,” he stammered, not really sure what all she'd said.

Sandy rolled over on her stomach, looking in Bob's direction. “Of course I was lying on my stomach, so you couldn't really see my... uh, tits.” She watched as Bob's eyes snapped to her bare butt.

Sandy, without noticeable concern or haste, tugged the bottom of her gown down until it covered all but the lower inch or so of her butt. After observing Sandy's apparent disregard for what he might be seeing, Bob added, unnecessarily, or so he thought, “At least not until you turned over.”

“Huh?” Sandy said as she looked quickly in Bob's direction.

“Well, you didn't bother with the shirt.”

“You mean I didn't put it on? Really? And I was topless?” Sandy, of course, knew what she had done. She just wasn't ready to admit it.

“Uh huh... You don't remember?”

“No...” Keep protesting. “You mean I was just sitting there with my tits bare?”

“Yeah, and you were loving it. Course we were too.”

Now that's what I wanted to hear. “So what makes you so sure I was liking it?”

“Your nipples were hard.”

“Doesn't prove a thing,” Sandy snapped.

“Well whatever... anyway, we thought it was cool. But then you got that call from Susan and left.”

“I guess it was a good thing I did.” Sandy paused as if deep in thought. “If Susan hadn't called when she did... uh...” Sandy turned again and looked in Bob's direction.

“Uh, what?”

“Okay, let me ask you.”

“Uh huh...”

“So, what if Susan hadn't called. What do you think would have happened?”

“I'm not sure what you mean.”

“Look... You're saying I was down to my panties and really turned on... right?”

“Yeah...”

“Well what if I hadn't gotten that phone call?” she asked.

Bob knew what she was asking but he was playing dumb. “I guess I'm still not understanding the question.”

“The question is,” Sandy began forcefully, “Do you think it would have stopped there. What I mean is, would you guys have been content with me just being topless... or would you have tried to talk me out of my panties too?”

“Hey, now wait just a minute,” Bob replied, “We were just encouraging you to do what we thought you wanted to do.”

Sandy was pretty sure she wouldn't have taken her panties off, but I did want to. “So what if I had taken my panties off too?” she asked. Then she added sarcastically, “I assume you guys wouldn't have objected.”

“Uh, no...” Bob stammered, “Probably not.”

“No, I wouldn't think so. But do you think we would have stopped there?”

“What do you mean?”

“Me naked? Two horny guys? I mean, c'mon... use your imagination.” Sandy was certainly using hers and she wasn't all that certain she wouldn't have gone along with anything they might have suggested.

“Hey, I'm sure we would have enjoyed looking, but anything else?” Bob adopted a very serious look. “No way. I mean, you and I have talked about this before... And Charlie? No way is he going to let anything happen to you.” Bob shrugged his shoulders. “Anyway, I think he's in love with you.”

“You really think he is?” Sandy exclaimed.

Bob opened his mouth to speak.

“Uh, don't answer that,” Sandy quickly added. She swung her legs off the couch and leaned forward, the top of her gown dropping away from her breasts.

“You mean,” she said, looking directly at Bob, “that I could get completely naked with you guys and it still wouldn't go any further?”

While drooling over Sandy's bared breasts, nipples too, he stammered, “Right, right... and you can count on that... right... at least as long as I have anything to say about it.”

Sandy straightened up and looked toward the television, just as the Late Show ended. “Well,” she said as she got up, “I think I need to sleep on that one.”

Bob's eyes followed Sandy to the doorway. Illuminated by the hall light, she turned slowly back toward the room. She spoke seductively, “So you like this gown, huh,” knowing that with the light behind her it probably looked as if she wasn't wearing anything at all. “I'll have to remember to wear it every so often,” she said as she turned and disappeared down the hall.

“What a tease!” Bob said to himself. “It's a good damn thing she's my stepsister,” He closed his hand over the rock solid bulge in his pants, turned the television off, and with some difficulty, stumbled to his room.

***

“What is it?” Sandy hollered. She had been awakened by a knock at her bedroom door.

“Charlie's here. We're out on the pool deck.” It was her stepbrother.

“What time is it?” Sandy asked, still half-asleep.

“Almost nine.”

“Jesus!” Sandy exclaimed, “I musta forgot to set the alarm.”

“Well we're not going anyplace, but don't be too long.”

“Right. Give me a few minutes.”

“No problem,” Bob replied as he headed toward the back door.

Sandy threw back the covers and climbed out of bed. In the bathroom she brushed her teeth and ran a quick rag over her face. No need for makeup – nine in the morning, fresh washed was sexier anyway.

She paused. She was still wearing the gown/negligee she had teased Bob with last night. They're going be hoping I'm still wearing this, but no, no, no! With the bright sunlight it'd be even more see-through than last night and besides - it looks like I slept in it – which I guess I did.

Sandy lifted the gown over her head and dropped it in the dirty clothes hamper. In the closet she selected and put on a button-front man's shirt. She buttoned all but the top two buttons. The tail of the shirt was long enough so panties could be optional. But no, did that last night – not going to do it today, she said to herself as she tugged a pair of panties over her hips.

Sandy ran a brush through her hair as she appraised herself in the mirror on her closet door. Her feet and legs were bare. The shirt was long enough to conceal her panties but not much more. With the top buttons undone and no bra, there was a hint of cleavage, but nothing too extreme. These guys have certainly seen more... but still plenty sexy for nine in the morning. She set the brush aside and headed for the backyard.

Sandy opened the door from the kitchen onto the pool deck. Bob and Charlie ceased their conversation at the sound of the door and turned to greet her. Sandy's heart rate jumped. After all, she didn't really have a lot on. Wanting to appear at ease though she quipped, “If I had known we were going to have company so early in the morning I would have gotten up sooner.” She pulled out a chair and sat down.

Charlie quickly decided the shirt was pretty much it – panties maybe - but not much else. He began talking while continuing his visual examination. “Bob said I should waken you...” He paused. He wasn't sure about the panties, but with the movement of her breasts when she talked, and the faint dark outline of her nipples, he was sure she wasn't wearing a bra. He continued, “But I was concerned about how you might be dressed.”

“What... afraid I might be wearing something?” Sandy asked with a grin. When she first sat down, she had kept her bare legs together. Now she parted them slightly.

Bob didn't have Sandy's legs staring him in the face, like Charlie did, but through the glass table-top he was able to see what Sandy had just done. He still didn't realize however that Charlie and Sandy were playing a game.

“Hey... give him a chance,” Bob said, thinking his friend needed to be defended, “He was just trying to show some respect.”

“Right,” Sandy rebutted playfully, “Like he is now, trying to see between my legs, trying to see if I'm wearing panties.” She crossed her legs.

“Well are you?” Charlie asked.

“Am I wearing panties?” Sandy snapped, letting her voice rise. “Of course!” She jerked her legs apart, exposing the front of her white cotton panties. “Satisfied?” she asked with a smirk, crossing her legs once again.

“Whoa, wait a minute,” Bob interjected, not having seen her expression and not understanding that Sandy had wanted an excuse to flash her panties. “You don't have to get mad just because he asked a question.”

Sandy was pretty much 'head over heels' for Charlie and she was guessing that he felt the same about her. She lightened up, “Yeah, well... I just didn't want him thinking I would sit down with two horny eighteen-year-olds and not be wearing panties.”

Sandy had been looking down at the table but lifted her eyes and made eye-contact with Charlie. “Even if you did,” Charlie said while returning her look, “we wouldn't think any less of you. In fact, Bob just told me you weren't wearing any last night and -”

Sandy looked up and very nearly shouted. “He said what?” She did not want it to appear that she had actually hoped Bob might tell Charlie.

Bob still did not understand and quickly waded in, trying to smooth the waters, “Calm down Sandy. This is my fault, I shouldn't have said anything. Can we drop it, please?”

Sandy let her mock anger drain away. Bob and Charlie painted smiles on their faces. Sandy uncrossed her legs and arranged the shirt so it modestly covered her panties. “Ya know,” she said matter-of-factly, that gown did go all the way to my ankles, and I had no way of knowing when I put it on, that it was so transparent.”

“I'm sure you didn't,” Charlie said, contributing to the lie he had just heard, “But Bob told me how great you looked. I was hoping you might wear it again today.” He ducked, afraid he was about to be hit.

Sandy knew she had looked good last night but it had taken a lot of guts to expose so much. “Yeah, well...” Sandy blushed. “Maybe, some day.” She instantly realized that by suggesting she might wear it again, she was admitting to the lie. “With panties,” she quickly added.

“I told you last night,” Bob said, “that it doesn't matter what you wear, you don't have to worry about the two of us.”

“Well I'm not worried, but it's nice to know anyway,” Sandy answered. She recalled though, that what had actually been said, was that she could even be naked and still trust them. Maybe someday, she thought.

“Yeah,” Charlie said, “You need to wear that gown without panties.” He ducked again.

“So you think that'd be okay, huh?” Sandy teased with a grin on her face.

“Yeah, sure...” Then he mischievously added, “It'd even be okay... if you took off the ones you're wearing now.” He ducked, expecting a slap, but it didn't come.

I might like to, Sandy thought, but... She responded demurely, “No, I don't think I could do that. I wouldn't want you guys thinking I was a slut.”

It seemed to Bob that Sandy wasn't really opposed to Charlie's suggestion, she was just worried about what they might think. He offered encouragement, “No way would we think of it as slutty... I mean, nothing would be showing, the shirt's not even see-though.”

Sandy was thinking about it, but she didn't have the nerve. “No, unh uh, not today,” she said apologetically, “Now let's drop it, please.”

Charlie knew she was close to doing it, but needed an opportunity to do so on her own, not with them brow-beating her. “Are you going to get yourself some coffee?” he asked. “We made a fresh pot before we came out.”

“Uh huh,” Sandy answered, “That would be good. Do either of you need a refill?” she asked, as she got up from the table.

Charlie shook his head, 'no'. Bob held out his mug and Sandy took it with her into the house. In the kitchen she found a fresh mug for herself and filled it. She also refilled Bob's. As she turned for the door, she paused.

Sandy imagined again what it'd be like not to be wearing panties. Bob was right, the guys likely wouldn't even know... but she would, and that would be sexy. “Maybe...” she thought. Sandy set the mugs on the counter and headed for a nearby bathroom.

There was a half-bath between the kitchen and the den. With the door closed behind her - she was taking no chance that the guys might see her do this - she reached under her shirt and slipped the panties off, letting them drop to the floor.

Sandy looked at herself in the full-length mirror on the back of the door. The shirt barely reached mid-thigh, so she would have to be careful walking and sitting, and no way would she be able to bend over.

“But...” she thought, she could do it. The sensation of being bare would be adequate reminder that she needed to be careful. Sandy left her panties on the bathroom floor and went back to the kitchen where she picked up the two mugs and headed for the backyard.

Sandy had forgotten though that with a mug in each hand, she wouldn't have a free hand to hold the shirt in place. She walked extra carefully, hoping the breeze didn't catch a corner of her shirt.

Charlie knew instantly that the panties were gone. Bob also had a pretty good idea. The way Sandy was walking made it obvious she was protecting something. She set the mugs on the table, careful not to bend over, then sat down slowly while holding the shirt-tail between her legs.

The guys pretended not to notice the extra care she was taking. Sandy quickly realized though that half the fun would be having the guys know, or at least think, she wasn't wearing panties. She couldn't very well show them - that would be slutty, so...”

Charlie, for some unknown reason, guessed about her dilemma, and in order to hopefully get her talking about it, asked, “Is something wrong? You seem worried about something.”

“Uh, no... what makes you ask that?” Sandy replied as she slid her legs under the table. She cautiously turned loose of the shirt-tail after making sure she was adequately covered.

Through the glass table-top, Bob could see the extra care Sandy was taking. He dove in, “You took your panties off, didn't you?”

Sandy turned beet red and again clutched the shirt-tail between her legs. “Uh... what makes you think that?” she asked.

“Hey... it's okay,” Charlie assured her, “We think it's neat, don't we Bob?”

Sandy looked at Bob as he nodded his agreement. Turning back to Charlie, she sheepishly asked, “And you don't think I'm acting like a slut?”

“No way! In fact, if you wanted to go to the mall dressed like that, I'd love to be with you.”

“Yeah, me too,” added Bob.

“Really guys... now come on... no way am I going to do that.” And she wouldn't, of course, but it did sound exciting.

Charlie wasn't at all surprised by Sandy's response. After all, she'd had trouble deciding to even take the panties off. No way was she going to suddenly be ready for the mall.

Bob wasn't as quick to grasp the situation though. “We could go to the Burger King then,” he said, “The one down by the beach.”

“Hey, c'mon Bob,” Sandy pleaded, “Isn't it enough that I took 'em off?”

“But it'd just look like a beach cover-up,” Bob argued. “Who'd even know?”

“We would,” Sandy replied, “And that's enough. No... not today.”

“I think I understand,” said Charlie. Actually he was sure he did. “It's exciting sitting here with just us, not wearing any panties, and knowing that we know it. You're just not ready for it to go any further... at least not today.”

“Right,” Sandy said. “I'm having fun. Let's keep it that way.” She pushed her chair back a little and adjusted the hem of the shirt so she wasn't sitting on it. She looked down at her bare thighs and the little bit of shirt covering the spot between her legs. She looked up, first at Bob, then at Charlie. “Okay?” she asked.

Without looking down, Sandy noticed Charlie adjust the bulge in his shorts. “Yeah, okay,” he responded breathlessly.

Sandy slowly opened her legs an inch or two. Bob watched with suspense as her inner thighs came into view, but the shirt-tail blocked anything else. Sandy tried to act as if the situation was totally normal. “Well, what shall we talk about?” she asked, shuddering slightly as a tingle of excitement went through her.

“So how does it feel to be sitting there with no panties?” Bob asked.

“I thought we weren't going to talk about that anymore,” Sandy responded with a little smile on her face.

“Well you do want to, don't you?” Charlie shot back.

It was weird enough to be sitting there with her bare bottom on the chair... but now they were going to talk about it too... Sandy's excitement level went up. “Uh, yeah... I guess so... don't know what there is to say though,” she said in a voice barely above a whisper.

“You like it then?” Bob asked. His eyes glued to the hem of Sandy's shirt.

Sandy had seen where Bob was looking. She looked at Charlie and saw that he was looking there too. “Well, uh... you guys staring between my legs is uh... Well it's not that I don't kinda like it... just makes me nervous is all.”

Charlie shot a quick look at her breasts. “Exciting though,” Charlie editorialized, “Your nipples are saying it's exciting.”

Sandy's hands shot to her breasts. She looked down as she felt of her nipples through the shirt. “Yes, I guess they are hard,” she said, continuing to pinch them lightly.

“Oh my God,” Bob exclaimed, “That is sooo hot!”

“What?” Sandy snapped, jerking her hands away from her breasts.

“You touching your breasts,” Charlie said, “But you don't need to stop.” He shot a warning glance at Bob, hoping he would understand what his comment had done.

Sandy looked at herself. She had twisted the material of the shirt around her nipples so they were even more prominent now than they had been. Charlie and Bob both watched as she attempted to pull the shirt away from her nipples and smooth it out a little, but the shirt was too tight.

“Undo another button,” Charlie suggested, “It'll give you more room.”

Sandy couldn't tell from his expression whether Charlie was really trying to be helpful, or just trying to get her clothes off. It didn't really matter though and besides, it might even work. Looking at Charlie, but not saying anything, she undid the button between her breasts.

As Sandy spread the shirt open she glanced quickly at Bob and saw that he too was watching her every movement. She tugged the top panels of the shirt away from her breasts until they barely concealed her nipples. Then she put first one hand, then the other, inside the shirt, cupping her bare breasts and separating her nipples from the shirt material.

Sandy looked down at her breasts. With the way she had tugged the edges of the shirt away from her breasts, Bob and Charlie on either side of her, were probably seeing at least a hint of nipple. “I guess that will do,” she said smiling.

When she looked up, Bob and Charlie were staring, each with his mouth at least partially open. She suspected what they were seeing but pretended otherwise. “What?” she demanded, “Have I done something wrong?”

“Uh...” Bob started.

Charlie cut him off. “No, nothing. You're fine.”

Sandy accepted the response, then looked down and slid the hem of her shirt a little further up her bare thighs. Her legs were already open an inch or two but she parted them even further. From the sides though, where Bob and Charlie were sitting, she was still covered.

Without raising her head, Sandy looked at Charlie and Bob. Both were staring at the barely hidden spot between her legs. She swallowed the lump in her throat. “I'm covered, aren't I?” she asked hoarsely.

Bob did not respond. Charlie spoke for both of them. “What? … Oh yeah... uh yes, I mean,” he blurted.

“You're sure you can't see anything?” she asked teasingly while lifting her head.

Without raising his eyes, Bob shook his head vigorously from side to side. Charlie looked up and met her gaze. “Oh no, you're fine,” he managed to say.

With shaking hands, Sandy picked up her coffee mug. Holding it tightly with both hands, she took a couple of sips. No one was saying anything. Bob and Charlie continued to look her over but made an effort not to be obvious or fixate on any particular area.

Sandy had been genuinely surprised by the reaction of the guys to her playing with her breasts. Wanting to continue discussing sexual matters, especially when it was about her, she commented, “I didn't know guys liked so much to watch girls playing with their uh... tits.”

Charlie shot a warning glance at Bob who cautiously said, “Yeah, I think most guys kinda like that.”

Sandy set her coffee mug on the table. That was the easy part but she wasn't sure how much further she was going to get. She raised a hand to the bare spot between her breasts and rested it against her skin. She looked at Bob, then Charlie.

“Do you want us to look away,” Charlie asked politely.

“Uh, no...” Sandy said, swallowing hard, “I uh think that you watching is what might make it fun.”

Charlie averted his eyes momentarily to pick up his mug. When he did, Sandy slipped her hand inside the shirt. When he looked back she was just grasping the nipple between her thumb and forefinger. Covering her mouth with the other hand, she stifled a gasp of pleasure.

With the shirt covering her hand and breast, Charlie had the better view on his side. Bob craned his neck, trying to see, but that turned out to be unnecessary. With her free hand Sandy hastily undid another button and pushed the shirt aside, giving her better access, and them, a better view. Bob and Charlie both became wide-eyed.

Sandy pulled the shirt away from the other breast and cupped her free hand over it. She looked at her breasts, then at the guys watching her, as she squeezed her tits and pinched her nipples. A cry came from her mouth, her eyes glazed over and she lost all semblance of control.

Sandy's eyes went shut and her head snapped back. She slid forward in the chair, her shirt rising up and exposing her pussy. The guys stared openly as Sandy's hips gyrated and her hands pummeled her bare breasts. Her head jerked forward several times with gasps of pleasure. Then she shuddered, turned loose of her bare breasts and slid still further down in the chair. A number of seconds passed before she opened her eyes.

Sandy looked around, at Charlie, then Bob. Oh they were looking at her alright, but as politely as was possible under the circumstances. She turned back to Charlie and smiled. “Pretty slutty, huh?” she observed.

“No, not at all,” Charlie replied, slowly surveying all of Sandy's exposed parts, “Just enjoying yourself it seems.”

“I guess I did,” Sandy said beaming. Without any show of urgency, she sat up and covered herself with the hem of her shirt. She closed the top of it and redid the last button she had undone. She turned to Bob. “Am I decent again?” she asked.