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“You like the view?” Sandy asked without turning her head.

Busted, Bob thought. Expecting a serious chewing, he attempted to smooth it over. “I was just thinking uh... you really do look good.”

“Too bad I'm wearing a bra, huh?” Sandy's eyes remained focused on the television, like she really cared about the credits.

The family had been watching a Netflix movie, which was now ending. Throughout the movie, Sandy's attire had been hidden by a coverlet, but when the parents retired at the end of the show, leaving Sandy and Bob alone in the family room, she had pushed the coverlet down until it concealed only her legs.

Holy shit! thought Bob. All that bare skin and the bra showing too? Sandy was wearing a red and white checked button-front blouse, the bottom of which was tied together, baring several inches of midriff. She had left it unbuttoned, exposing the white lace bra encasing her young but plentiful breasts. And, what appeared to be shorts, were also unbuttoned, exposing even more bare skin, and an eye-catching vee of lace panty.

Bob had been so taken back by Sandy's appearance that he barely registered her remark about the bra. Sandy hadn't expected a response, and turned sharply at the unexpected sound of Bob's voice. “Uh yeah but...” he stammered, truly having been caught off guard, not only by his stepsister's appearance, but also by her remark. “Well I mean uh... What I am trying to say is... well you don't ever go without one, a bra I mean, you don't do you?”

Sandy sneered, ignoring the question, and returned her attention to the credits. Bob pushed, “Well, you don't do you?”

Sandy pressed the off button and turned toward her stepbrother. She was shocked by the personal intimacy of his question and responded indignantly, “No, of course not.” Then in a friendlier tone she added, “But that doesn't mean I haven't wanted to.”

A couple of years ago, when their parents got married, Bob had viewed his newly acquired stepsister, solely as someone he was required to share the house with. Oh sure, she was cute alright, and seemed friendly enough, but other than that, nothing special. And he was older, a whole two years older.

Now though, she had not only turned sixteen, but was also developing a killer body that demanded his attention, especially like now, when she seemed willing to show it off.

He found it surprising that his little sister was actually inviting his looks, and talking openly about going braless. The 'ice princess', as he had secretly dubbed her, was thawing. “So why haven't you then?” he asked.

“Why haven't I what?” Then it registered. “Oh, you mean go braless!” she exclaimed, her eyebrows shooting up. “Well Mom's really against it - doesn't think I should even be out of my room without one.”

“But you don't agree.”

“Not really.”

“Your mother's gone to bed now,” Bob offered suggestively.

“And you're thinking... like I should do it now?”

“Well you could if you wanted,” Bob replied. He was imagining how she'd look without the bra, her tits just barely covered.

But Sandy was also imagining that same thing, and had already decided, that this was not the time. “Uhhh, no. I think not,” she said with a sigh of regret. Bob's mouth began to open but Sandy quickly raised her hands, signaling him not to interrupt. She continued, “It's bedtime and besides, Mom might come back.” Then grinning she added, “But I am going to do it, and it will be soon. I just don't want to get caught.” Sandy tossed the coverlet from her otherwise bare legs. “One question though,” she said as she stood abruptly.

Bob's interest had been captured by the sight of her deliciously bare thighs. “Uh, Earth to Bob. Come in Bob,” she teased.

“Uh, uh, what?” Bob said, his eyes looking up to meet Sandy's.

“I have a question.”

“So ask,” he replied, his eyes dropping to the vee between Sandy's legs.

“Does Paula ever go without a bra?”

Bob looked up. “You mean my girlfriend Paula? Sure, most all the time.”

“Really? And her folks don't care?” Sandy asked incredulously.

Bob hesitated. “Well I doubt if they know. She doesn't usually take it off until we're a block or so away.”

“Oh yeah?” Sandy replied, picturing Paula taking off her bra while Bob was driving the car. “I guess that makes sense,” she said, not sure it really did. Sandy bent at the waist to pick up the coverlet, her backside in Bob's direction, giving him a tempting view of her shapely bare legs with the ragged cutoffs stretched across her butt.

Picking up the coverlet, Sandy stood and turned in her stepbrother's direction. Leaning back against the chair, she sucked air into her lungs, expanding her chest until the bra was enticingly visible through the opening in her blouse. She smiled.

“Oh my god!” Bob exclaimed slowly. “I mean like holy shit, if I wasn't your brother -”

“Stepbrother, actually,” Sandy corrected, “but if you weren't, what?”

“Well, I, I...”

“Never mind, I think I know,” Sandy ventured. She looked at Bob. Before graduating, he had been the quarterback of their high school football team, and he definitely looked the part.

With Bob staring after her, she left in the direction of her room. With her door securely closed she stopped in front of the full-length mirror on her closet door. I have to see what this would have looked like. The bra was the front-catch type which she easily undid. It was also strapless, allowing her to remove it through the open front of her blouse. Turning from side to side she adjusted the blouse until it exposed a generous amount of skin while at the same time keeping her nipples safely covered.

Not so bad. I could have done that. Sandy turned from side to side, watching her image in the mirror. Still... pretty extreme for the first time... I am going to do it though. Just got to keep from getting caught.

In bed, as she dozed off, she thought about Paula removing her bra while Bob was driving the car. She has to be sitting right next to him. Surely he's going to sneak a few peeks while she's doing it. Do I want to do that? Could I do that? Yeah, someday... just not right away.

The next morning Sandy ate breakfast with her stepbrother and their parents. She knew that Bob could tell she wasn't wearing a bra but after all – her mother and his father were there too. Maybe later, she thought.

After breakfast she returned to her room. Closing the door behind herself, she stripped to her underwear and threw herself on the bed. She picked up a magazine and began to read.

A few minutes later there was a soft knock on the door. “Yes,” she screeched, sure it was Mom with some unnecessary instructions for the day.

But it wasn't her mother. “It's me,” Bob said softly through the door.

Sandy's tone moderated. “Oh, right. You need something? I'm kinda busy right now.”

“Can I come in?”

“If you have to... but I need a minute to get decent.” She had thought maybe a robe... but then hesitated, considering what she was already wearing – a pretty conservative bra and panties. My bikinis, even the ones I wear around him and his dad, are more daring.

Sandy turned over, face down, and smoothed out the back of her white cotton panties, covering as much of her butt cheeks as possible. She picked up her magazine. “Uhhh yeah,” she said, then hesitated, confirming with herself that she really was going to do this. “Door's unlocked,” she announced with a quiver in her voice.

Bob came through the door talking. “I just wanted to...” He stopped in mid-sentence at the sight of his sister. “Uh, uh, I just wanted to tell you Paul is here...” Sandy pretended nothing was out of the ordinary and feigned a continued interest in her magazine. Bob looked her over. This was not what he had been expecting. Braless maybe, but holy shit! Regaining a part of his composure, he attempted to speak. “And... and uh... he's got some new guy with him.”

Nose still in her magazine, Sandy lifted her legs and pointed her bare feet toward the ceiling. Then she slowly lowered them and rolled over on her back.

There was a quick intake of breath as Bob took in the sight of her lace-covered breasts. Sandy though, gazing at the ceiling and pretending ignorance of the effect she was having on her stepbrother, asked, “So what does that have to do with me?”

Bob tore his eyes away from Sandy's nearly naked body and focused instead on a spot on the wall. “I, I think they're wanting to go swimming.”

“Sooo?” Sandy continued to question as she looked in her stepbrother's direction.

His eyes locked on hers. “They were kinda hoping you might want to go too.”

“They? Not you though?” she asked, locking her arms behind her head.

Bob could not ignore the tempting sight. He licked his lips as he acknowledged, “Uh, yeah, me too.”

Sandy's legs had been together, but now she slowly spread her feet a foot or so apart. Looking again at the ceiling, and with her hands still clasped behind her head, she asked sarcastically, “Really? You mean you, and your buddies, want your little sister, to go swimming with you? I thought you just liked the older girls.”

Bob stammered, “Well, I uh... You are just uh... just two years younger than us.” His eyes were roaming over Sandy's bare flesh. “That's not really all that much,” he added.

Sandy read Bob's mind. “So let me see if I'm understanding what you're saying, big brother.” Bob paused his inspection and looked at her face, wondering what she was going to say. Sandy spoke carefully, “You are wanting, your little sister, stepsister actually, to be the only girl, at an otherwise, all-male swim party.”

Bob turned red. “Uh, yeah, that is one way of saying it.”

She smiled to herself, considering the possibilities. “The new guy,” Sandy asked as Bob's eyes scanned her body, “what's he like?”

Bob tried to look at Sandy's face. “Well, uh, I don't really know much about him – but I do think you'll like him.”

“Cute?”

Bob tried to avert his eyes, looking around the room. “Uh, yeah, pretty sure you'd think so.” He licked his lips. “Will you do it?”

Sandy propped herself up on her elbows, her mostly exposed body turned in Bob's direction. She frowned as she said, “I will, but if Mom's still here, I'm gonna have to wear my church-picnic suit, you know that old one-piece green thing.”

“That would be okay,” he began deliberately, “but your mother - my Dad too - are gone and said they wouldn't be back 'till supper-time.”

Sandy sat up, swinging her legs over the side of the bed. She looked directly at Bob, addressing him in a solemn tone. “And you believe them. They're not going to accidentally come back while we're swimming.”

“Oh no. I'm sure of it. They were going to the city.”

“In that case then, I do have a sort of bikini that's pretty much meant for tanning. But Mom would absolutely kill me if she found out I wore it when you -”

“Oh I won't tell,” Bob anxiously assured, his head ratcheting side to side.

“You gotta promise you won't. I don't want you changing your mind the next time you get mad at me.”

This has got to be some suit with her so worried about it. Bob had to see this. “I promise,” he said quickly.

Sandy grinned mischievously. “And you're not going to get mad at me for showing off a little while your friends are here?”

“Definitely not. I'm not going to mind, and I'm sure the other guys won't either.”

“No, I don't expect they will,” Sandy confirmed with a grin on her lips. She jumped up, her nearly naked body just inches from a very surprised Bob. She pecked him on the cheek and said dismissively, “So get out and let me change. I'll be there in a couple minutes.”

“Yeah right. I'm gone.” Bob licked his lips as he took one last look at his hot stepsister in her bra and panties, thinking to himself that it was only going to get better, then raced to his room to change. He definitely wanted to be in the pool when Sandy arrived.

Sandy's mind was churning. My god I am not believing what I just agreed to do. She walked hesitantly across the room to her chest-of-drawers, tugged open the drawer holding her swim-suits and reluctantly picked up the two-piece black nylon one, the one she had told Bob she would be wearing. Stepping into the adjoining bathroom, she peeled off the panties and bra, slid the bottom of the suit up her sleek legs and pulled it over her hips and butt.

Sandy looked at herself in the full-length mirror on the back of the bathroom door. Although the bottom didn't have string ties, it was cut so low on the waist that even if it had had strings, it couldn't have exposed much more. On any girl, but especially one who had not yet even entered her junior year in high school, that bottom would be especially tempting.

Sandy cupped her breasts and continued to study herself in the mirror. Her breasts were more than her small hands could hold. She locked her hands behind her head and appraised her breasts – certainly large enough for her small body, good symmetry, no sag, and nice sized nipples which slowly hardened as she warmed to the idea of what she was about to do.

She put on the top. Oh jesus, there is no way I can do this. The bottom was plenty daring but the top was even more so. It was nothing but a couple of triangular pieces of cloth held together with strings. Sandy had never worn the suit except for sunning and it was adjusted to where it covered almost nothing. She looked at herself in the mirror. The unstructured top was spread apart and the string around her neck was tied up short, exposing a generous amount of the insides and undersides of her breasts.

No way, she thought. Well maybe... if I fix this so it covers me better. Sandy looked in the mirror. Then she thought about what it would be like, those guys not able to take their eyes off her. The courage came slowly creeping back. But... if I leave it like it is... She looked at the sexy sixteen-year-old in the mirror. Yes you can Sandy, yes you can! Sandy turned and walked through the house.

At the door to the back-yard, she hesitated, considering again how little she was wearing. Chin up Sandy and oh please god, don't let Mom come home now. She checked one last time to make sure everything was covered and tied tight. Sandy took a deep breath and opened the door.

Paul happened to be looking toward the house. “Oh my God!” he said as Sandy came out the back.

“What?” Bob and the new guy said in unison as they turned to look in Sandy's direction.

“Jesus christ, you weren't kidding,” the new guy said to Paul. “She is hot!”

“For sure!” Paul shot back. “I mean, like god, can you imagine what it'd be like...” Bob caught his eye. “Well lets just say – I would!”

Bob, of course, was excited by Sandy's skimpy attire. Nevertheless he felt it necessary to play the role of protective brother. “Easy guys,” he chided, “This is a first for her and she is only sixteen. I'm sure it took a lot of bravado. Don't make her regret it.”

The other two eighteen-year-olds bobbed their heads in agreement as all three watched Sandy nervously cross the pool deck. The low cut of the bottom and her hip bones created a tantalizing gap between the tiny black suit and her flat stomach. Her breasts, plenty big for a sixteen-year-old, jutted out proudly and were made even more enticing by the tiny string top that left the sides and undersides bare.

Sandy stopped at the edge of the pool, near the stairs leading into the water. Trying to show more courage then she felt, she pressed a finger against her lower lip and in a quavering voice asked, “You guys sure you don't mind me joining you?”

Six eager eyes were caressing the expanse of young flesh. With hormones raging, the three guys drooled over Sandy's very bare teenage body. Bob opened his mouth to speak for all of them. Licking his lips he announced, “We would be disappointed if you didn't.” Paul and the new guy nodded as they continued to stare.

Sandy took a step into the pool. She was trembling – both fear and excitement overcoming her. You said you could do this – now do it! She took a deep breath and dove head-long into the waist deep water. Eventually her air gave out and she was forced to surface. She stood. Three pairs of eyes zeroed in on her chest. The suit had no lining - at least not in the top – and Sandy knew her hardening nipples were making that all too obvious. I shoulda never done this... but its too late now.

Trying to act as if she had no idea what the guys were staring at, Sandy waded over to where they were congregated. Paul and the new guy were clearly focused on the protruding nipples. Bob at least tried to look at her face.

“Paul,” Sandy said nervously, “I don't think I've met your friend.”

“Oh yeah, sorry,” Paul replied. His head jerking back and forth he quickly said, “Charlie, Sandy – Sandy, Charlie.” Directing his attention to Sandy he added, “Charlie just moved in behind you.” He pointed toward the back of the yard, at the house facing the next street over.

“Uh yeah,” Charlie said, forcing himself to look up from her nipples and make contact with her eyes - brown, like her hair. “My dad and I moved in a couple of weeks ago.”

Over back... a couple weeks ago... good looking. Sandy toyed with her hair subconsciously, removing the wet strands from her face. While Paul and Bob unremittingly watched her every move, the new guy, Charlie, actually tried to honor Bob's admonition. “I envy your brother,” he said. “I wish I had a sister as charming as you.”

Slowly Sandy was gaining comfort with her situation and warming to the attention she was getting. “You might want to check with Bob before becoming too envious,” she replied, I'm sure there are times he wishes I didn't even exist.” She stepped away, using her hand to send a jet of water in the direction of Bob and Paul.

This led to some playful splashing around, the guys struggling to dislodge Sandy's already revealing bikini. Sandy played along, trying not to show her very real concern over their attempts. She used the slightest contact as an excuse to lose her balance and fall, at least to a sitting position.

When she fell, the force of the waist-deep water pushed her top upward, exposing even more of her breasts. At first she was quick to reposition it, but as time went on, she became less concerned. She stood ever more slowly with little or no attempt to reposition the top. Even when a nipple did pop free, she didn't act overly anxious to get it covered.

It was a kind of game, the guys on one side, trying earnestly to expose even more of Sandy's already near naked body, and Sandy on the other, making a not too enthusiastic effort to prevent them from doing so.

Although everyone was enjoying themselves, it was becoming repetitious. Paul suggested a game of water volleyball, which suggestion was met with agreement from everyone, even Sandy, who understood this would mean an even greater potential for exposure.

When playing, although her tits were doing plenty of bouncing around, there wasn't much risk of losing the top. On the other hand, the bottoms were already cut quite low, and each time she jumped, they slipped a little further down. Bob and Paul would have the best view of the anticipated wardrobe malfunction, having been paired against Sandy and Charlie.

It was nearing the end of game and hadn't happened yet. Bob and Paul were one point ahead and just one point short of winning the game, although it was surprising that anyone had even bothered to keep score. Charlie called time in order to have a consultation with Sandy. He stepped closer to her until they were about a foot apart. He spoke in a low voice about handling the serve they were about to receive from Paul. As they talked, Charlie's hand, hidden by the waist deep water, slipped between Sandy's bare thighs.

Sandy made a little gasp and took a half step back. She bit her lip and looked into Charlie's eyes, but otherwise made no sound or other indication of what he was doing. With Charlie's hand still between her legs she inched back to her original position.

Charlie's hand crept upward, his fingers stroking the front of Sandy's bikini, pressing it against her puffy pussy lips. She made no attempt to stop him, even leaning slightly into his hand.

“You know,” Sandy said, looking into Charlie's eyes, “Bob would probably not be too happy if he knew where your hand is.”

“But I'm guessing you don't feel the same way.”

“Uh well uh... but we do need to get back to the game."

“Right,” Charlie replied, “And we certainly wouldn't want to upset your brother,” Charlie replied as his fingers slipped under the edge of Sandy's suit and brushed over her pussy lips.

“No I guess not,” Sandy said as her eyes went wide. She very slowly removed Charlie's hand from between her legs, then while still maintaining eye contact, stepped away. She turned, preparing to receive Paul's serve.

Sandy returned the serve okay but Bob slapped it down in front of her where she couldn't reach. She and Charlie lost but it was questionable as to whether either really cared.

“We need to get out of here,” Paul said. “I need to get to work.”

“And I need to get to work too,” echoed Bob.

“And I have stuff I'm supposed to do at home,” Charlie said.

As Bob's friends turned toward the gate in the fence, Sandy yelled, “Wait. I'll get some towels so you can dry off before you leave.” She scurried through the back door into the kitchen, hastily found a pencil and scribbled her cell number on a scrap of paper. She grabbed some towels from the laundry room and ran out the back door.

As Sandy handed out the towels she slipped the piece of paper with her number to Charlie. He looked at it, then her, and mouthed, “I'll call you.”

The next day, after fixing herself a sandwich and putting on the same suit she had worn the previous day, Sandy returned to the back-yard pool. She swam a couple of laps, then sat down on a nearby lounge chair.

She looked at the wet bikini, trying to see what the guys had seen yesterday. In the thin fabric of the bikini her pussy lips formed a visible 'camel-toe' and her nipples made little tents. She was pretty sure that the fear and excitement she had felt at being so exposed in the presence of three males, had caused her camel-toe and nipples to have been even more pronounced.

Snippets of thought raced through Sandy's head. Yesterday had been exciting, but also a little scary, the good kind of scary. This afternoon Sandy was alone, although that wasn't what she had hoped for. Too bad Charlie didn't come over. She looked at how she was dressed. Not sure I'm ready for a repeat of yesterday but it still might have been fun, she thought.

Sandy laid the lounger out flat and positioned herself face-down. She undid the ties on the bikini top. As she did so, her cell-phone rang. She did not recognize the number and answered with a somewhat formal, “Hello.”

“And hello to you too,” the male caller replied.

Sandy thought she recognized the voice of Charlie, the guy she had met the previous day, but wasn't certain. “How did you get this number?” she asked sternly.

“You forgot already?”

Sandy was almost sure now but continued her test, “Forgot what?”

“You gave it to me yesterday.”

Softening her tone, Sandy said, “Right. I just wanted to be sure who I was talking to... before I said something stupid.”

“Like -”

“Like uh... Well I was hoping you might come over again today.”

“Yeah, I was hoping so too but Bob and Paul are both working and I'm stuck baby-sitting our sick dog.”

Sandy raised up on her elbows, resting her chin in one hand while holding the phone to her ear with the other. “Too bad. Mighta been interesting.”

“Uh huh, coulda continued where we left off yesterday.”

Sandy blushed, thinking about Charlie's hand between her legs. “Yeah, well I'm not sure about that.”

“But you liked it though, didn't you?”

“I haven't decided.” Sandy turned over, her bare breasts pointing toward the sky.

“Oh, my god!” Charlie mumbled.

“What?” Sandy asked, slipping her free hand into the bottoms of her bikini.

“Jesus, uh, uh, nothing,” Charlie lied. “The dog just spit up on the rug.”

“Too bad about that. You could be over here with me. Of course I'd have to put my top back on if you were here.”

“Why would you want to do that? You look beautiful the way you are.”

“Like you would know.”

“I've got a good imagination.”

“And just what are you imagining?”

“You're lying on your back with your top off.”

“You'd like that huh?” Sandy's fingers were stroking her pussy, imagining what it'd be like to have Charlie watching her.

“Oh yeah, especially if you were playing with yourself too.”

“What?” Sandy snapped, jerking her hand out of her bikini bottom and sitting up straight. “Where the hell are you?”

“I'm at home, like I said, watching the dog.”

Sandy swung her legs off the recliner and faced her house. “Yeah, but out in the backyard, looking through the cracks in the fence.”

“No, not looking through cracks in the fence. But I do admit, I can see you.”

She swiveled her head and looked toward Charlie's house but could see no windows, just a bit of his roof rising above the fence. “How?” Sandy asked.

“I guess I should have kept my mouth shut. I was enjoying the show before you jumped up and turned your back.”

“Enjoying the show?” Sandy questioned. She looked again toward the back fence but still could not see anything indicating where Charlie might be. “Can you really see me?” she asked.

“Yes, I told you. I'm at home. I'm watching you on television.”

“On television? Get real.”

“No, really. Look at the top of our roof.”

Sandy again turned her head and raised her eyes as Charlie instructed. “Okay, and?”

“You see that silver thing that looks like a vent pipe?”

“Uh huh.”

“Well, that's actually the housing for a security camera. I guess the guy that used to live here had it installed.”

“For real? Security camera? And you're watching me on your television?”

“Uh huh, mad?”

“Of course,” Sandy spit out. Well, maybe just a little. Her voice softened. “But you did at least tell me.” Sandy turned around and lay face down, propping herself up on both elbows, one hand holding the phone to her ear, the other cupping her chin. Charlie complained, “Your arm's in the way.”

Adopting a coy tone, Sandy said, “C'mon, allow me a little modesty. After all, it is my body.” She chuckled, then continued, “Are you really alone?”

“Except for the dog, yeah.”

Sandy proceeded conversationally, “So, how long you been watching me?”

“You mean today?”

“Yeah, that too, but I was really thinking about since you moved in.”

Charlie hesitated briefly. “About a week I'm thinking.” He paused. “It was around a week ago I found the remote for the camera, so yeah, about a week.”

It was Sandy's turn to pause. She began slowly, “So for about a week then, I've been putting on a show for you.” She became more animated. “So who all watches? Your dad? Your friends? How about my brother? Does he get to watch too?”

“No way, not your brother...” Charlie responded defensively. “Not nobody. I'm the only one who even knows the camera can look at anything other than the driveway.”

Still pressing, Sandy asked, “So, your dad doesn't get to watch?”

“Unh uh. He'd kill me if he knew I was watching you.”

“Well, I hope its been worth the risk.” Sandy was feeling warmth between her legs. What all has he seen? “So, you been watching all week then?”

“Well yesterday I was at your house, so not then of course, and I have spent some time down at the neighborhood pool, and uh, not the weekend because my dad was home, but yeah, I have spent some time watching. You are fun to watch, you know.”

“Think so huh?” Sandy went silent, considering what Charlie might have seen – trying to decide just how she really felt about it. “And it was just you alone?” she asked.

“Yes,” he replied emphatically. “Oh, and before you ask, I did make a DVD of it, but I'm the only one -”

“A DVD?” Sandy exploded.

Charlie knew he had made a mistake. He expected she would be flattered but realized too late that was not the case. He attempted to cover his tracks. “Right, but no-one else even knows I have it.”

“But you do have it, and I guess you watch it.”

“Uh huh, but just in my room with the door closed.”

“Oh, my god!” Sandy shouted.

Charlie realized as soon as the words were out of his mouth that he had said the wrong thing. Sandy pictured what Charlie was likely doing when he watched the DVD. She felt violated, at least at first, but then reconsidered. If he likes watching me, maybe I should be flattered. A slight smile crossed her lips.

As Sandy imagined Charlie alone in his bedroom watching the DVD, she considered also what he might be doing now. Her nipples got even harder. She felt moisture forming between her legs. Her voice acquired a flirtatious tone. “Uh, what do you like the best?” Realizing the double meaning, she added, “Of the DVD, I mean.”

“Like the best?” Charlie gasped. Maybe Sandy really did like being watched, as he had previously suspected. Testing the water he suggested, “You're not mad then?”

“I know I should be, but maybe I'm not too upset, if you promise me that no-one else has seen it.”

“I promise.”

“But I still want to know. Of what you've seen, what do you like the best?”

Charlie chose his words carefully. “Uh... probably like you were doing today, playing with yourself.”

“Oh my god. So you've seen that, huh?”

“Yeah. You mad?”

“Not sure. Never had anybody watch me before, least not that I know of. But you like watching... me uh... uh...”

Charlie could tell she didn't want to say it. He took her off the hook. “For sure. I love watching you getting turned on.”

“So you like watching me when I'm uhhh, what you call getting turned on?” Sandy was still up on her elbows, her nipples just above the lounger.

“Uh huh. I just think that is super hot.”

“Well I guess I do sometimes get a little carried away.” Sandy chuckled.

“So can you tell me what you're thinking about when you uh... get carried away.”

Sandy pressed her tits into the recliner's cushion. “I don't think I'm ready for you to know that, at least not just yet.”

“Lemme guess then. You're imagining it's someone else, not you, that's uh... well you know what I mean.” Sandy didn't answer. “Am I right?” he pressed.

Sandy collapsed her elbows and pressed her body tightly against the cushion. “I'm not sure I should be having this kind of conversation with someone I hardly know.”

Charlie was afraid he might be coming on too strong but continued anyway. “We could fix that. You could come over and help me babysit the dog. Give us a chance to get to know each other.”

Sandy bent her knees and raised her legs and feet in the air. She smiled and looked up at the camera. “No, I don't think that's such a good idea.”

“You afraid of me?”

“Maybe a little,” Sandy answered, “But more afraid of me.” Before Charlie had a chance to respond again she added, “Hey, I got to go. I got things to do before Mom gets home.”

“Yeah, well maybe Paul and I can come over again tomorrow. Bob doesn't have to work tomorrow does he?”

“Bob work on Thursday? No, he's not working tomorrow.” Sandy looked up. “Hey, can your camera see our outdoor shower?”

“Uh huh. Why?”

“I was just thinking... You gonna watch me take my shower?”

“Sure. You gonna get naked?”

“I hate to disappoint you, buddy, but I'm putting this top back on, before I shower.”

“Aw c'mon,” Charlie said as if he'd been expecting otherwise. “I've watched you shower before, and you didn't wear your bikini then.”

Sandy pressed her breasts into her bikini top, secured the ties and started toward the shower. “Yeah, but I didn't know you were watching either.” Sandy looked up at Charlie's rooftop and confirmed that the camera was following her. “I know you're watching now, so it's different.”

At the shower, which was nothing more than a couple of pipes with spigots and a shower head, Sandy looked up at the camera and confirmed that she was still being watched. She switched her phone to speaker and after exchanging it for the bar of soap on the near-by stand, turned on the shower and began soaping herself.

When her hands reached the area of her breasts, she tried to slip her hands under the edges of the bikini, but it was too tight. Time for a little teasing. Turning her back to the camera she undid the tie holding the top in place and removed it.

“Be careful now,” Charlie's voice came from the phone. Continuing the sarcasm he added. “You might let something show.”

“You wish,” Sandy countered.

“Well, it's not like I haven't already seen most of you anyway.”

True, Sandy thought, but it's different when I know you're watching. With her back still to the camera, Sandy thoroughly soaped each breast as she thought about what Charlie had just said. Well it's not like he's really here. Setting the bar of soap aside, she asked, “Are you recording this?”

“No,” Charlie responded. “I was but I stopped recording when you put your top back on.”

“Promise me you're not recording this.”

“I promise.”

Sandy turned and faced the camera. “Is this what you had in mind?” she asked.

“Oh, yes!” Charlie replied.

Sandy ran her hands over her tits, pinching the nipples lightly, then over the rest of her body, rinsing all traces of the soap from it. Turning her back to the camera, can't believe I'm really doing this, she hooked her thumbs into the bikini bottom and pushed it down until it dropped to the ground.

“Oh yeah!” Charlie said breathlessly. “Now turn around.”

“I don't think so,” Sandy replied, “You've already seen way too much.” She turned off the water and picked up her cell-phone. Without turning toward the camera she said, “See ya. Gotta go,” and pressed the 'off' button. So why not? Still naked but with her back to the camera she walked the few steps to the back door. Opening the door, she made a quarter turn toward the camera and waved. She went in and closed the door.

The next afternoon, Bob, Charlie and Paul were all in the pool, waiting for Sandy to join them. When she came out the back door, all eyes turned in her direction. Unlike the previous day though, there were no cat-calls or other untoward remarks. It was obvious to all of them that Sandy liked showing off. They didn't want to give her any reason to rethink that.

She went down the steps, into the pool. At the bottom she sat down in water that was just up to her neck. Sandy liked the feel of the cool water. She adjusted her top, loosening it a bit, so the cool water would flow more easily around her nipples.

She had thought she might at least take the top off, but didn't have the courage. Not yet anyway. She stood and waded a few steps toward the center of the pool where the guys were standing. She leaned back in the water and tried to float on her back, her legs spread slightly in the direction of her admirers. “How long today,” she asked.

“About an hour,” Paul replied. “I have to get to work and Charlie needs to take care of his sick dog.”

Sandy's face adopted a pout. “That's too bad,” she said, “I was going to fix lunch for all of us.” Sandy was still struggling to stay afloat. Paul stepped over to her and attempted to help.

He put his hands gently under Sandy's butt. Is this okay with me? she asked herself. And if Bob and Charlie join in? She didn't have long to wait. Bob and Charlie stepped to either side of her and added their support at her back and neck.

Well, just for a minute or so. Sandy relaxed and let herself go, somewhat nervous but still liking being supported by the three guys. She liked so much the feeling of all those hands on her body that she soon forgot about any time limits.

But oh god, now what? The hands at the back of her neck began to slowly untie the string to her bikini top, the one that went around her neck. Charlie or Bob and am I really going to let this continue? She pretended, at least for now she told herself, that she didn't notice.

While nervously considering the hands at the back of her neck, she felt the hands under her back begin working on the other string. So it's both, but does that mean I should let them?

The thought of losing her top was a bit scary, but it was also pretty exciting. If she could just allow them to continue, it would be the easiest way to get past her fears.

The knots came undone. Sandy was still scared but she didn't want them to stop either. She had decided that having her tits bare would be pretty exciting. She just knew there was no way she could remove the top herself. It seemed easier to let the guys do it.

She opened her eyes. Bob was motioning Charlie to remove the top. Charlie saw her eyes open and quickly shook his head no. Sandy opted to take advantage of the situation and fake a bit of modesty. She reached behind herself, as if she wanted to retie the strings.

The guys quickly figured out what Sandy already knew. She could not retie the knots by herself without standing up, and if she did that, she would lose the top.

Sandy didn't really want their assistance but decided it would look better if she pretended to want it. “You two untied it. Now will you help me get it retied?” she asked.

“Why don't you just take it off?” Bob asked.

Sandy wasn't really opposed to that idea but faked a protest anyway. “Hey,” she said, looking at Bob with a devilish look in her eyes, “You are my brother. You're not supposed to be making suggestions like that.”

“Well, he isn't your real brother – stepbrother actually - and besides, you know you want to,” Charlie said with a grin on his face.

Maybe she did sort of 'want to' but she really wanted them to do it. “You have got to be joking,” she said in a fun sort of way. Then pointing at Bob, she added, “He'd tell Mom and Dad!”

The guys were pretty sure Sandy's objections weren't real, but went along with the charade anyway. Paul rebutted, “Nah, he wouldn't tell, would you Bob?”

“Of course not,” Bob said rolling his eyes, “There is no way I'd tell.”

Sandy, still trying to figure a way to get them to do it, looked toward Bob and asked, “You mean that? You'll keep your mouth shut?”

Bob nodded as he looked intently at Sandy to see what her next move would be. Sandy looked at Paul and Charlie, and saw that they also were waiting in anticipation.

“Okay, I'll make you a deal then. It stays untied, but I'm not taking it off.” Sandy looked at each of the guys in turn. No one said a word. “Of course,” she said with an impish smile, “If it were to come off by itself... or if you guys were to take it off...” She heaved a sigh of resignation. “Well, I'm just not sure there's anything I could do to keep that from happening.”

Sandy lay back with her arms stretched over her head. Charlie let her body sag a little, until her breasts were mostly under the surface of the water. Sandy felt the top loosen and the cool water swirl around her breasts.

Oh yeah, here goes, Sandy said to herself, the excitement building in her. The guys watched in anticipation as the water swished the flimsy top to and fro, but somehow, much to their chagrin, Sandy's too, it stayed in place.

The guys understood. Sandy would be okay with it being off. She just wasn't going to do it herself. Charlie looked at Bob. Bob looked at Charlie. Charlie nodded.

Sandy saw Charlie's nod and closed her eyes. She held her breath, waiting for the inevitable. With a touch of fear, but mostly excitement, she felt the hands grip her top and slowly remove it. She felt the cool air on her breasts.

Her first reaction was to cover herself with her hands, but she resisted the temptation. Sandy was proud of her tits and wanted the guys to look. Although her eyes remained closed, she felt her nipples getting harder while she imagined her bare breasts being studied by three pairs of male eyes.

Sandy was lying on her back, so her breasts weren't as pronounced as they might have been, had she been upright. Nevertheless they were a beautiful sight. Bob, Charlie and Paul were speechless. They couldn't believe she had actually allowed them to take her top off.

Charlie could not keep looking at Sandy's breasts without at least trying to touch them. With one hand supporting her back, he rested the other on her stomach and began moving it slowly toward her breasts.

Oh my god this is so cool, Sandy said to herself. Charlie's hand slid slowly up the curvature of her breast. When it reached Sandy's nipple, she let out a little gasp. Charlie applied just a bit of pressure, each finger lightly pressing the hardening nipple upward, and then letting it snap back into place.

Sandy tingled with excitement at Charlie's touch. She wanted to feel his lips on her nipples but prayed he wouldn't go that far. She was sure she would lose control. She hoped Charlie would show some restraint.

Sandy really liked the feel of Charlie's hand on her bare breast, but one thought still nagged at her conscience. Bob and his friend Paul were watching. It was exciting having them watch, but she thought it might not be all that right.

As she was tossing that around in her mind, Bob, not having yet seen any resistance, began to copy Charlie's motions with the other breast. Sandy was sure this had to be wrong, two guys playing with her tits and another with his hand on her butt. But, oh god, it does feel good!

Charlie and Bob lightly pinched her nipples and caressed her bare breasts while Paul's hands on her butt made caressing motions of their own. Sandy relaxed. It was fun being played with.

Then it happened. Paul put his hands between her legs and began to rub the front of her bikini. It did feel good but Sandy knew things had to stop.

She folded her legs and feet under her and forced herself to stand up. She scrambled to get away from the hands she had been enjoying so much. She found her top a short distance away and with considerable reluctance, pressed it to her breasts.

“Oh, my God, I am so sorry,” Paul blurted out.

“We can make sure that won't happen again,” Charlie declared, “But you don't need to put the top back on – we'll behave.”

Sandy knew it really was her fault. She should not have let things go as far as they had. Still, she had liked having her top off and didn't really want to put it back on. She did need some assurances though.

“Right, we'll behave, and like I said earlier, no-one's going to know,” Bob said. “But, please -” he begged.

Sandy was still holding the top across her breasts. She hadn't yet made any attempt to tie it in place. She hoped the guys could allay her fears. “Promise?” she asked.

Her question was met with a chorus of yeses.

“And no funny stuff.” she added.

“Right, no funny stuff,” Bob said. The other two nodded their agreement.

Sandy looked from one to the other, then slowly released the top from her breasts and tossed it onto the pool deck. “How about some volleyball, then” she asked.

The guys all nodded in unison. They probably would have agreed to anything to keep her from putting the top back on, but volleyball with Sandy topless? How could they not agree?

Sandy's stomach was churning. She didn't know though whether if was fear or excitement. She had abandoned any possibility of getting her top back on and even suggested they play volleyball. Not too bright, she thought, unless of course, I really do like showing them my tits. She considered that momentarily, then said to herself, Whatever... too late now.