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Ashley was wearing a man's shirt. Her feet and legs were bare, and what she was wearing under the shirt, if anything, was a matter for conjecture. “Can I join in?” she asked as she entered the den. Her stepbrother Brad, and his friend Jarrad were in a serious sounding discussion.

“You wouldn't be interested,” Brad responded.

“Just a minute, bro!” Jarrad snapped, "who says she's not interested?”

Brad was bent over the coffee table writing something. He looked up at his stepsister. Immediately he understood why Jarrad had argued with him. It wasn't as if Ashley never dressed like that – she often did - but generally only when it was he and she home alone. What was she up to today? he asked himself. “I doubt that you'd be interested in what we're planning, but if you want to stay...," he paused and gave her a thorough once-over, "well, I certainly don't have an objection.”

“I know I'm not exactly dressed for company...” Ashley blushed faintly, resting her hand on her hip, "but Jarrad seems to like it. How about you, my "brother", do you like it too?”

Jarrad looked first at Ashley, then at Brad. He wasn't sure how this little interchange was going to go. Brad made a quick look in Jarrad's direction, then cautiously said, “Well, if I really was your brother, I'd likely have a problem. But I'm not - actually just your stepbrother - and so...,” he brightened, "yeah, I like it too!”

Brad was sitting on the couch. Ashley plopped down next to him. A few feet away, sitting in an easy chair, Jarrad watched as Ashley's shirt tail went briefly awry before being hastily tucked between her legs. “You wearing anything under that?” Jarrad asked.

Ashley stole a glance at Brad, then replied with a bit of a grin, “what do you think?”

“I'm guessing nothing,” Jarrad replied slowly.

Ashley looked quickly at Brad. His head was turning side to side, ratcheting between she and Jarrad, as if he were watching a tennis match. To Jarrad she asked, “and why would you think that?”

“Well, I know for one that you love to tease, and I'm thinking that secretly, although you'd probably never admit it, you'd rather be not wearing anything at all.”

“You're right, you know.” Two pairs of eyebrows shot up. “If what you say is true, there is no way I would ever admit it. So what are you guys working on?”

“You mean you're not going to answer Jarrad's question?” Brad snapped.

“Nah, too much fun keeping him guessing.” Ashley reached over to the paper Brad was writing on. She pulled it toward her and read, 2 cases of Bud Light. That was all.

Brad snatched the paper away. “We were just starting.”

“At least you got the important stuff taken care of.” Ashley looked at both of them. “Only I was wondering, with both you guys being just eighteen, where are you going to get the beer?”

“Uhm well,” Jarrad began. Then looking across at Brad he said, “Since Ashley seems so interested in getting involved in this thing -”

“How could I be interested, I don't even know what it is.”

“Okay, let me explain,” Brad said. “Jarrad's uncle has a cabin over in the mountains, just across the line in Pennsylvania, and he said we could use it anytime we wanted. So, we were thinking about going over there this Friday, come back on Monday.”

“I wanna go too,” Ashley declared excitedly.

“Only if you can get the beer,” Jarrad hastily replied.

“That's not fair,” Ashley argued. “I'm the same age as you. No one's going to sell it to me either.”

“Not so,” Jarrad rebutted, "we'll find us a little store out in the sticks and you go in dressed like you are now and the clerk will be so busy looking at that beautiful body and thinking you got nothing on under that shirt and thinking... Well, whatever. Ain't no way he'll be paying any attention to your proof.”

“No way would I ever go out in public like this. And what on earth makes you think I'd even get into a car with the two of you, dressed like I am? My god...”

“But you got to admit it would be fun,” Jarrad was grinning from ear to ear.

Ashley blushed a deep crimson, but otherwise didn't reply.

Brad looked at how Jarrad was leering at his stepsister. “Look, Ashley,” he said, "it might be fun to imagine you going with us, but it's just not realistic.”

Ashley pouted, “I just thought you might like having some eye candy with you, or don't I qualify anymore?”

Jarrad was staring daggers at Brad. He really was thinking they needed Ashley to go with them. Brad saw the looks he was getting from Jarrad, but began to explain anyway. “Ashley, you got to know we'd love having you along, but there's no privacy. The cabin is just one big open room. Well there is a closet for the commode, but there's no shower and even the tub is just sitting out in the room. Jarrad's Uncle Walter says there's not even a curtain around it.”

Uhm, that does sound a little risky, especially with Jarrad around... but, “Well, I'm sure I could figure out something...” Ashley argued. Her face brightened, " like taking a bath when you guys are outside or something.”

“Yeah, that'd work,” Jarrad piped in, looking hopefully at Brad.

Brad ignored the plea and continued, "and there's only one bed.”

Ashley looked thoughtful. “You mean you guys are going to sleep together? Now that should be interesting.”

“Of course not,” Jarrad snapped hastily. “There are two couches that make into beds. We're going to flip a coin to see who gets the bed.”

“Well, if you let me go, I could sleep in the bed and you guys could each have a couch.” Ashley's face lit up. “See, you don't even need the coin flip anymore.”

Jarrad opened his mouth to voice his approval, but Brad cut him off before he could say anything. “Yeah, but what about changing clothes and all that?” Brad asked.

“Hey, c'mon bro,” Jarrad jumped in again. “She wants to go. Don't ruin it.”

“I just want to be sure,” Brad asserted. Not really sure how I feel about Jarrad ogling Ashley while she's changing clothes or running around in her underwear, which she is highly likely to do. If it was just me – for sure – but Jarrad too? “I just want her to know there won't be any privacy.”

Ashley was deep in thought. Definitely going to be challenging, but could also be fun. “I think I still want to go.”

Jarrad was sure she was willing. He just wanted to lock it in. “So you think you would be okay with things?”

Ashley looked at Brad. He looked like he might be willing to let it happen. Continuing to watch Brad's reaction, Ashley replied to Jarrad's question. “Well, if you guys will promise to turn your backs when I ask you to,” Ashley replied evenly, but then raising her voice, added, “but there is no way I am riding with you guys in just this shirt, and showing my butt or anything else to get beer is out.”

“Okay. I'll get the beer some how, but if you want to dress like that at the cabin,” Jarrad slyly suggested, “well that would be up to you.”

“No way is that going to happen, so don't even think about it!” Well maybe. I can at least bring the shirt. “But you still get to bring the beer.”

*

Later that day, after Jarrad was gone, but before their parents came home, Brad knocked on Ashley's door. “Can I come in?” he politely asked through the door.

Ashley snatched the door open. “Of course. I was just changing before Daddy and Mother get here.” She was wearing panties only. As Brad followed her into the room, she resumed picking through her clothes for something to wear, ignoring the fact that she had just invited her stepbrother in while she was topless.

“I was just wondering if you were wearing panties under that shirt you had on when Jarrad was here.”

“Oh get real. You don't actually believe I'd be running around the house in no panties with Jarrad here, now do you?”

“Well, I wasn't sure. I wasn't even sure whether you knew he was here, and well, the way you were sitting, and the way he was staring, it did sort of look like you might not be wearing any.”

“No way was I flashing him!” Ashley stepped out of the closet. “These are the same panties I was wearing under the shirt.” She looked down at herself. “They might be flesh colored and they may be a little on the thin side, but they are still panties.”

“I just didn't know. And after that night when Jill was here... well I just wanted to hear it from you.”

“Oh my god, are you ever going to forgive me? I was jealous of you and Jill. That's all. And I'm sorry.”

“Okay, well lets forget about that. Sorry I brought it up, but if you do go to the cabin with us - and you do still have to get your father's permission – well, I mean like... are you really going to change in front of Jarrad? or, or run around in just that shirt?”

Ashley walked over to Brad. She put her arms around his neck and pressed her nearly naked body against his. “Well, I will have to change, but I'm counting on you guys to look the other way when I do.” She rubbed her panties across the front of Brad's jeans. “And as for the shirt, well I'm not likely to wear that anyway... but what if I did?” She looked into Brad's eyes.

“You mean with just panties under it?”

“Uh huh.”

“Well I know Jarrad would love it.”

“That hard thing you got there...” Ashley slipped her hand between them. “... says you'd like it too.”

“Yeah, but sometimes, like this afternoon in that shirt, well... I kind of like it when you tease my friends, and especially Jarrad, but I still worry it might go too far.”

She rubbed the front of Brad's jeans. “So if you think I'm going too far – you just stop me.”

Brad looked down at Ashley's bare tits. He pinched her nipples between the thumb and forefinger of each hand. “For whatever it's worth,” he said, “I hope you talk your dad into letting you go.”

“Me too,” Ashley said, pushing Brad away. “Now get out of here and let me dress. They'll be home any minute now.”

*

“Not a good idea,” Morgan Adams said, throwing a wet blanket on his daughter's request. “Spending several days at a remote cabin with two guys is not the kind of thing you need to be doing. Not at any age, and especially not at eighteen. No, no way. You're not going.”

“But Daddy,” Ashley pleaded.

Mr. Adams snapped the newspaper he was reading, then folded it open to the editorial page. “No buts,” he said. “You're not going.”

“Morgan,” Mrs. Adams argued, “I heard the kids talking about it - separate bedrooms, a couple of bathrooms - no different than when the kids are home alone here.”

Oh boy has she got that wrong, thought Ashley.

“But with Jarrad along -” Mr. Adams countered.

“He's stayed here when we've been gone. It's no different.”

Well maybe just a little, Ashley said to herself.

“Well Mrs. Adams, what would you do if she was your daughter? Would you let her go?”

Ashley looked toward her stepmother, her eyes pleading for support. Oh please, oh please, oh please.

“Yes, I'd let her go. She's old enough to be making her own decisions.”

Mr. Adams put down his paper and removed his reading glasses. He looked directly at Ashley. “I know she's not really your mother, but she is really my wife. She thinks it's okay, so I guess it'll have to be okay with me too,” he said sternly, “you can go if you must, but I still wish you wouldn't.”

“Oh, thank you Daddy. And please don't worry. I can take care of myself.” I think.

“Well, I hope so. I do love you sweetheart.”

“And I love you too, Daddy.”

Mrs. Adams got up and went toward the kitchen. She stopped in the doorway and signaled for Ashley to follow her. In the kitchen, Mrs. Adams asked her stepdaughter, “You sure you're going to be okay?”

“Uh huh,” Ashley nodded. At least I think so.

“I know one of them is my son, but you're still dealing with two teenage boys who have certain things in mind for girls like you,” especially ones that look like you do. “Four days and three nights with two horny teenage boys in a one-room cabin -”

“One room cabin?” Ashley interrupted, "but uh -”

“I overheard you and Brad talking.”

“But that's not what you said to Daddy.”

“You do want to go don't you?”

“Yeah,” Ashley hesitated, " at least I think so.”

“You are at least a little worried about what you might be getting yourself into, aren't you?”

“Well,” Ashley looked to the side, "maybe just a little. But I do want to do it! And I think I can handle it.”

“I'm sure you can, but you need to be careful. And if you say no, say it like you mean it. My son loves you and he's not going to let anything happen that shouldn't.”

“I guess that's why I think it's okay. But thanks Mom, I will be careful. And thanks for getting Daddy to agree.”

*

Ashley was stuffing a few clothes into a drawstring bag. She hollered to Brad who was in the next room doing the same. “Hey, is there a pool or anything? Should I bring a bikini?”

Brad stepped into the hall and stuck his head in the door. “There's a hot tub, so yeah, you better bring one.” And please wear it!

Ashley tossed a bikini into her duffel. “Brad,” she hollered again, " are we going in that truck of Jarrad's?” She looked up. Brad was still standing in the doorway. “Oops.” She covered her mouth. “Sorry I screamed. Didn't know you were still here.”

“Yes, still here, and yes, we are taking the truck.”

Umh, the gear shift again. And three hours...

*

Brad grabbed his bag of stuff and went to Ashley's door. It was shut. He hollered through the door, “You ready, Ash?”

“Yeah, yeah, just a minute,” she replied without looking up.

“Well get a move on. Jarrad's outside waiting.”

“Almost ready. Go wait in the truck. I'll be right out.”

“Okay, but don't be long. We're waiting.”

Ashley still hadn't made up her mind about what to wear for the trip. She had put on panties and a bra, and found a pair of cutoffs she wanted to wear. She looked at herself in the mirror. Three hours of straddling the gearshift. These cutoffs are kinda short, but at least they cover my panties.

She rummaged around in her closet, looking for a top she could wear. She wanted something at least a little bit suggestive, but not overly so. After all, I am supposed to be the eye candy. Ashley came across a sort of halter type sweater she hadn't worn in a couple of years. Gotta be a little small now, but Rob did like it. If I can still get into it...

She put it on. It might have been made of sweater type material, but it exposed way too much skin for it ever to have been meant for warmth. The sleeves were short and it was designed to leave the shoulders bare. It was also cropped to leave a few inches of bare midriff. It could be pulled down as far as she dared, but at a minimum it was going to show the tops of her breasts.

It had five buttons down the front. After putting her arms through the sleeves and tugging the top together, it was all Ashley could do to get it buttoned. She looked in the mirror and scowled. The bra straps were showing and the seams of the bra were showing through the sweater. Bye, bye princess, she said to herself.

She hastily unbuttoned and removed the sweater. She unsnapped the bra and tossed it into an open drawer. She put the sweater on again and buttoned it fully. Looking at herself in the mirror, she slowly undid the top and second buttons, exposing some cleavage. After studying herself in the mirror a few more seconds, she undid the bottom button as well, exposing her belly-button, and a goodly amount of midriff. Only two buttons held the sweater together, one mid way between the peaks of her breasts, the other just below it. She looked at herself in the mirror. More daring than I had in mind, but uh... what the hay? Ashley grabbed her duffel and dashed for the door.

Brad stepped out of the truck, holding the door for his stepsister. As she threw her duffel into the back of the truck, he remarked, “Good thing your dad wasn't home or you'd never have gotten out of the house.”

As she let Brad help her into the truck, she defended herself. “Just doing my part. After all, I did agree to be the eye candy.”

“Definitely doing your part then!” Brad looked her over. “Just hope Jarrad keeps his eyes on the road. Be nice to get there in one piece.”

Ashley slid across the seat, slipping her bare left leg under the shift lever. Jarrad looked her over, adjusting his hardening cock as he did so. “See bro,” he said to Brad, “I told you it'd be fun having Ashley along.”

“Yeah, well you just pay attention to your driving,” Brad admonished.

“And make sure your hands don't get to wandering off that gearshift knob either,” Ashley added with a grin on her face. “I'd hate to see your fingers broken before we even get there.”

Jarrad put his hands up in a mock gesture of surrender. “No, no. I'll behave myself.” He pulled away from the curb and went through the gears much like he had the night he and Brad had rescued Ashley from the Exit Inn. Although Ashley's bare thighs were only inches away from his hand when he was shifting, he managed to get into high gear and cruising down the road without ever once touching her bare skin.

*

At the cabin, each grabbed their belongings and made their way inside. Jarrad had been there before, but for Brad and Ashley it was the first time. They had to look it over. It was pretty much as Jarrad had told them, kitchen and eating area to the right of where they came in, sitting area and fireplace to the left.

What Jarrad had not mentioned though, was the wall opposite the entrance. It was totally glass, offering a breathtaking view of the lake below and the tree covered mountains beyond. On the far end of the wall to their right was the cabin's only bed, positioned such that its occupants went to sleep and woke up as if suspended in the trees and surrounded by a panorama of nature's beauty.

Not far from the bed, up against the glass, was an old claw-foot bathtub. At the left end of the glass wall, adjacent the sitting area, was a door to the open deck that ran from one end of the house to the other. On the end near the door was the hot tub. Ashley was dumbstruck. “My god,” she cooed, “this is so neat! I could just stay here forever.”

As Brad and Ashley surveyed the place, Jarrad shifted uncomfortably from one foot to the other, finally saying, “I'm sure it was because I was so distracted," he looked pointedly at Ashley in her skimpy attire, "but - and I'm really sorry guys - I forgot to stop. We got no food, and no beer.”

“Well, that sucks,” Brad said disgustedly. “How far we got to backtrack to get something?”

“Yeah, how far?” Ashley repeated. “I'm not going to make it a lot longer.”

“Hey, I said I was sorry. Besides, it's not all that far anyway. Maybe five miles or so, just before we turned off the main highway.” Jarrad continued, “We can even eat there. They got hamburgers to die for.”

*

Back in the truck they made their way to the main highway and pulled into a place known as The Outpost. It was in such a secluded spot there couldn't have been anything near it for at least a mile. There might have been a car out back belonging to the owner, but there were none in the front. It was open, but looked deserted. “How does this place manage to stay open?” Brad asked.

“Owner lives here, does everything himself and doesn't care if he only gets a few customers a day.” Jarrad led the way in. It was part bar, part restaurant and part grocery store. There was only person in the place, probably the owner. He was sitting in the corner looking through a girlie magazine. He looked up as they came in and quickly buried the magazine under a pile of newspapers.

“First customers today,” he remarked. “Thanks for coming.” He stood and asked, “What can I get ya's?” He might have been talking to all of them, but he was looking solely at Ashley.

Jarrad replied. “Well, we're going to need one of those boxes of food and fixings you do for the cabins around here. Three of us, four days, and we can eat most anything.” He looked at Brad and Ashley. Both nodded their agreement. “And give us a couple cases of Bud Light too.”

All this time the owner continued to stare at Ashley. Those shorts are so short and no way she's wearing a bra.

“We're hungry too,” Ashley chimed, blushing slightly at the attention the owner was paying her. “Our friend here says you make some pretty great hamburgers.” She watched as he gave her another, quite deliberate, all over up and down look.

“That I do,” admitted the owner, still without looking her in the eyes. “Three house specials, that's with fries, coming up,” he said. “I'll do that stuff first and while you're eating, I'll get the groceries together.” What's she doing with two guys? She gonna do 'em both? Lucky guys! “You want some beers with the specials?” All three nodded. “Bud Light okay? Ain't got much else.” All nodded again. “Well you just sit yerselves down in that booth over there, and I'll get it all out to ya's in just a minute.” He turned his gaze away from Ashley and headed for the kitchen.

Once seated in the booth, Brad quietly said, “He never even asked how old we were.”

“Right,” Jarrad answered, also in a low tone of voice. “That's why I wanted to stop here. Too far out for the state guys to even check. I had my first beer here when I was sixteen.”

“Sixteen?” Ashley asked, sounding as if she didn't really believe him.

“Shush, he's coming.”

The owner carried a tray of three Bud Lights over to the booth. “Now you kids be drinking these while I get the hamburgers for ya's.” He stared again at Ashley but forced himself to turn back to the kitchen.

They finished eating. Just as they did, the owner came out with a box of groceries. “That your truck out front? I'll jus put this in the back of it. Beer's in that cooler there. You get it and I'll help you out with it." Anything for an excuse to get a few more looks at that honey.

Jarrad reached for his wallet but Brad stopped him. “You got us the cabin and we drove your truck up here. Ashley and I got the food and beer.” He put his credit card on the bar. When the owner came back he ran it through one of those old-fashioned back and forth type imprinters. He scribbled an amount into the total box of the ticket and handed it back to Brad who looked it over, did a fast add-em-up in his head, wrote in a generous tip, and signed it.

As the three headed for the door, Brad and Jarrad each carrying a case of beer and Ashley following, the owner looked after them, burning the sight of Ashley's butt into his mind. “You folks come again, anytime you want,” he hollered as the door slammed behind them.

*

Back at the cabin, Brad and Jarrad tried to build a fire in the fireplace. While they were doing this, Ashley retreated to the nearly dark corner where the bed was located. She felt the need to be dressed in something more appropriate to the situation. She looked at the clothes she had brought for their evening gatherings.

Ashley had chosen clothing she felt would be a bit on the sexy side without being overtly revealing. The pants were a light green harem type and somewhat translucent. For a top she had brought a similarly colored satin camisole. In subdued lighting, both would be decent enough to wear around her stepbrother and a close friend such as Jarrad.

However, the light in the sitting area, provided by a pair of bare bulbs, could hardly be described as subdued. The panties she had brought were all pretty much on the skimpy side and she hadn't even brought a bra. In the harsh light, both the panties and lack of bra would be quite obvious.

Ashley's concern was over Jarrad's reaction. He had demonstrated on some previous occasions that he could be rather aggressive, especially so if he perceived that she was encouraging him in any way. She was hopeful that her stepbrother's presence would be sufficient to slow him down a bit.

I did agree to be the eye candy, she said to herself as she dressed. but I didn't consider what all that might entail.

Having stalled as long as possible in the security of her relatively dark corner, Ashley ventured cautiously into the sitting area. Jarrad sat on one couch, his back to her approach. Opposite, seated on the other couch, Brad looked up at the sound of her footsteps and immediately caught his breath.

In the full light of the sitting room, Ashley looked to be almost naked. His mouth dropped open. Jarrad, seeing Brad's reaction, turned hastily to see what had caused it. He emitted a low whistle. “My god, that is even better than the shirt!”

“I'm sorry guys,” she offered as her face turned a deep crimson, “but I really wasn't expecting the light to be so bright.”

“Oh, don't apologize,” Jarrad insisted as Ashley took a seat next to Brad. “We're not bothered at all, are we Brad? At least not in a bad way.”

Brad was quite sure that it really hadn't been Ashley's intention to go quite this far. On the other hand, he did also find it exciting that Ashley could be so bold. He hastened to assure her. “You don't need to worry about what Jarrad and I might be thinking. We understand.”

Ashley was initially bent forward, making it less obvious how little she was wearing, but as she got more comfortable with the situation, she straightened and leaned back on her elbows. Brad and Jarrad did little to disguise their interest. With the camisole and harem pants doing precious little to hide anything, Ashley's exhibitionist tendencies blossomed. She liked that she was getting so much attention.

For an hour or more, Ashley sat around, talking with Brad and Jarrad as they downed a couple beers, all the time pretending to be unaware of the near transparency of her attire. When it came time to make their beds, Ashley pushed the envelope even further.

When she bent away from them, she offered a tempting view of her thin harem pants stretched across her tiny panties. And, when she bent toward one of them, she let the camisole top drop away, baring her chest and nearly all of her breasts. She even had the moxie to look up occasionally from the more suggestive poses, to confirm that she was having the desired effect.

In the beginning, Brad was concerned about how exposed his stepsister was and how Jarrad might behave. As the evening wore on though, he worried less about Jarrad's reaction and focused more on how Ashley was enjoying herself. And if asked, he would have to have admitted her behavior was exciting him too.

*

In the middle of the night Ashley woke up. She needed to go to the bathroom. When she had gotten into bed she had slipped off the harem pants so that she was wearing only panties and a camisole. She considered putting the pants on again, but dismissed it as not being necessary. Although the cabin was fairly well illuminated by a nearly full moon shining through the wall of windows, it looked as if everyone else was asleep. She got out of bed and walked quietly through the kitchen to the commode closet.

When Ashley left the commode closet, before reaching back to turn off the light, she was briefly silhouetted by it. It was sufficient to allow Brad, who had awakened at the sound of the closet door, to see who it was. He motioned vigorously for her to join him at his bedside.

Ashley tiptoed into the sitting area, being careful not to wake Jarrad. She approached Brad's bedside. His eyes were wide open and he was watching her.

"How come you're not sleeping?" she whispered.

"The squeaking of the bathroom door woke me," Brad said, "I must not have been sleeping too soundly."

Ashley sat on the edge of Brad's couch bed with one leg hanging off the side and the other tucked under her. Brad really did like having her so close to him on the bed, especially with the way she was dressed. In spite of the dim light he had trouble tearing his gaze away from the spot between her legs that was covered only by thin panties. He lay on his side facing her.

“Looked like you might have had some fun tonight,” he whispered.

“Uh huh, I did,” she whispered in reply, looking over at Jarrad to make sure he was still sleeping. “Made me wet. You okay with all of it?”

“Well, maybe not at first, but by the time we went to bed, I was so horny I thought I'd never get to sleep.”

“You too huh. I'm still wet. Here feel.” Ashley took Brad's hand and put it between her legs, against her damp panties.

Brad tried to push her panties aside and get a finger in. Ashley pushed his hand away though. “We can't. Might wake Jarrad.”

She licked her lips suggestively, got up on her knees and leaned over Brad. She gave him a deep and passionate kiss, ran her fingertips lightly over the sheet, along his growing erection, then coyly said, "Goodnight," leaving Brad with his mouth hanging open. She got up and returned to her own bed.

*

Ashley was the first to get out of bed the next morning. She figured she could at least get the coffee made before everyone else awakened. She started to pull on the previous nights harem pants but then reasoned, Brad got okay with how I was dressed last night, and I know Jarrad had to be loving it. It's not all that much different without the transparent pants. She headed for the commode closet in just panties and camisole.

There was a small sink and mirror in there as well. Ashley knew she looked good, even when she had just gotten out of bed, but in addition to brushing her teeth, putting on a little makeup and brushing her hair certainly wasn't going to hurt.

Ashley found the coffee they had bought and started brewing a pot. She rounded up all the other things needed to make breakfast and began that while the coffee was making. She wasn't being particularly quiet about it and Brad and Jarrad soon awakened to the aroma of fresh coffee.

Brad got up first, pulled on some shorts and staggered sleepily toward the commode closet. As he passed through the kitchen area he noticed Ashley making breakfast in her panties. He gave her a sleepy smile as he thought about her doing this at home when it was just the two of them. But with Jarrad here too, it was considerably more daring. He got hard thinking about it.

Jarrad pulled on a pair of sweat pants before joining Ashley in the kitchen area. After taking in the sight of her in tiny panties, a puffy camel-toe visible in the front, and of course her nipples pushing out of the camisole, he walked over to her. He snuggled up behind her and gave the back of her neck a little kiss good morning. He whispered in her ear, "Thanks for filling my dreams with exciting thoughts last night."

“Just make sure it remains thoughts. I signed on as eye candy – nothing else.”

Jarrad stepped away from her, but not before taking a little rub of her panty covered ass. “Watch it buster!” Ashley snapped. Jarrad stuck his tongue out in response as he circled the counter.

As Brad exited the commode closet and joined Jarrad on the opposite side of the counter from where Ashley was preparing breakfast, Jarrad remarked, “I certainly do envy you bro, waking up to a sight like this every morning.” He canted his head in Ashley's direction.

Brad responded, “Well she doesn't look quite this good every morning, but I do have to admit she has made breakfast my favorite meal.”

“So what do I have to do to get invited for breakfast?” Jarrad asked. “I think I could get used to scenery like this real fast.”

Ashley turned and in mock indignation said, "With rare exceptions, such as this morning, this look is strictly for family. You don't qualify, so enjoy it while you can." She bent over the eating island and put a plate of sausage and eggs in front of Jarrad.

Ashley's camisole top was loose and fell away from her breasts as she bent over. On the previous night, when she had helped the guys make their beds, only the tops of her breasts had become exposed when she bent over. This morning, either she wasn't being so careful, or as Brad speculated, might have even loosened the straps a little. In any event, the view the guys got was straight down seventh avenue, nipples and all.

Ashley grinned as she straightened up. She knew what Brad and Jarrad had seen. She had wanted them to see. And Brad was obviously enjoying the show too. He turned to Jarrad. "Way better than usual.” Addressing Ashley he added, “If Jarrad is the cause of the morning delight, I want him to join us when we get back home.” Ashley blushed but didn't respond.

She did however use the preparation and serving of breakfast to show off and tease the guys every chance she got. With Brad seeing how much his stepsister was enjoying herself, he added his own appreciative stares to those of Jarrad. Their efforts did not go unrewarded.

Ashley made sure Brad and Jarrad got a good view each time she poured coffee or served food, especially Jarrad, but she pretended there was nothing unusual in what she was doing. When it came time to clear the table, Ashley used the loading of the dishwasher as an excuse to point her scantily covered ass in the direction of the table.

When Brad and Jarrad reluctantly left the table, it was obvious to Ashley that each had thoroughly enjoyed his breakfast. Even though they made pitiful attempts to hide their excitement, the protrusion in their pants was unmistakable.

After clearing the kitchen and eating area, Ashley followed Brad and Jarrad into the sitting area. She parked herself on one of the couches, at the end nearest the windows. Brad and Jarrad were on opposite couches, at the end nearest the fireplace. “The weather today looks perfect for our hike,” Jarrad observed.

“I agree,” said Brad. “Looks great.”

“There is a place I've always wanted to go, but it's rained every time I've been here before.” Jarrad continued, enthusiastically. “My uncle said it's less than five miles down an old logging road. It'll be a perfect hike for today.”

“You mean they got topless bars out here?” Ashley asked.

“They certainly do!” Jarrad chimed, “And I understand you're the feature entertainer.” He grinned in Ashley's direction.

“In your dreams maybe,” Ashley countered.

“Ah yes and such wonderful dreams.” Jarrad rolled his eyes and licked his lips. “Unfortunately not. It's just a waterfall. But my uncle still talks of it as if it is the most beautiful sight in the world.” He hesitated, then added, “Of course he's never met you.”

Ashley blushed. “Oh please keep it up,” Ashley urged. “Flattery just might get you... uh who knows what.”

Jarrad looked in Brad's direction, wondering how he was reacting to the impromptu exchange he was having with Ashley. He couldn't discern the meaning of the look on Brad's face, so to be on the safe side, switched back to talking about the waterfall. “Yeah, it drops forty or fifty feet into a small pond before running down a small stream to the lake.”

“Okay, so how do we get there? And what do we do once we're there?” Brad asked.

Everyone listened as Jarrad explained. “You know those stairs that go down the hill from where the car is parked. Well they go down some twenty or thirty feet to an old logging road that winds around along the side of the hill for ten miles or so and eventually comes out at the edge of the lake. About half way along the road, there's a path that takes you about a hundred yards off the main trail to the waterfall.”

“So what do we do when we get there?” Brad repeated.

“Picnic, swim, take pictures - who knows? Whatever we want.”

“I like it,” Ashley chirped. “You said it was all clear trail?”

“Right, all clear trail. No underbrush to cut through, just a road through the woods. People still use it once in while to get to campsites down by the lake.”

“Not steep, though?” Brad questioned. “So we get back almost as easily as we get there?”

“Cars and trucks come back up it, so it can't be much of an incline. I would guess, maybe two hours to get there and a little more, maybe two and a half, to get back.”

Ashley was quick on the details. “So if we get out of here before ten, we should be there by noon, have a picnic, go for a swim, take some pictures, and still be back here by six.”

“Sounds like a winner,” agreed Brad. “Only that business about swimming – mountain stream – probably too cold to do any swimming.”

“Probably true,” agreed Jarrad, “but it'll still make for a fun day. Everyone okay?” He got a head nod and yes from Ashley and the same from Brad. “Alright, let's do it then.” He looked at his watch. “Let's be gone by 9:30. That gives us a half hour.”

Ashley went to the kitchen first, to fix some sandwiches for their lunch. She figured the guys would likely forget that important detail, but she wasn't about to. After whipping up a half dozen sandwiches - cheese, baloney, ham and a bunch of other stuff the guy from the Outpost had put in their box - and setting out a bag of cookies and a bag of chips, she headed to the other side of the bed to get changed.

Ashley turned and found Brad close on her heels. “Go back to the sitting area, Brad. I can't change with you here. Jarrad's watching.”

“I won't stay,” Brad said quietly. “Just want to talk about what you're going to wear.”

“Haven't got a lot to choose from. I'm going to wear those cutoffs I wore on the way up here and that old shirt I wear around the house.”

“You mean that same shirt you were wearing the other day when Jarrad was over?”

“Uh huh.”

“Oh shit, that is so hot!”

“Brad, you weren't listening. I'm going to wear cutoffs with it.”

Brad's mouth turned down as he realized it wouldn't be just panties. “Well that's still pretty hot but I got a better idea.”

“Right,” Ashley responded patronizingly. “Just the shirt, no shorts. I could even go without panties. Or did you just want me to get naked?”

“No, no, no. Nothing like that.”

“Well, what then?”

“Did you bring a bikini with you?”

“Uh huh, but I thought we decided the water would be too cold for swimming.”

“I didn't mean for swimming.”

“Well, what then?” Ashley looked at Jarrad, watching them from the other end of the house. “And make it quick. Jarrad's watching us.”

“Just wear the bikini. Like all day, hiking and everything.”

“You're shitting! I mean, if it was just you and me – well maybe – but with Jarrad along too?”

“It's pretty small, huh?”

Ashley put her hands on her hips. “Well let's put it this way. Daddy would have a fit if he he even knew I owned it.”

“But you musta wanted to wear it. You did bring it,” Brad argued.

Ashley turned a light shade of red. “Uh yeah well I was thinking maybe for the hot tub at night? Or something like that. But not hiking!”

“But you'd like to though, wouldn't ya?”

Ashley suppressed a smile. Oh god, that would be so hot. “But we got several hours of hiking. I think I'd need a little more protection.”

“But Jarrad said the trail's all clear. Do it. You know you want to.”

“Yeah but, what if someone comes along?”

“Would you care?”

Might piss off some guy's wife or girlfriend but... “Nooo...” Ashley pictured the scene. “Not really, I guess.”

“You'll do it then?” Brad's face lit with enthusiasm.

“You sure this is what you want? It's for all day, you know. No changing your mind.”

“Oh no, I'm good with it, and I'll make sure Jarrad doesn't get out of line.”

“You better. Now go load your backpack and let me get changed.” Brad turned and headed off to join Jarrad.

Ashley confirmed that Jarrad was busy stuffing his backpack and paying her no attention. I can't believe Brad actually wants me to parade around in front of his friend, all day, in an almost nothing bikini. Ashley's excitement ramped up. She rummaged through the duffel until she found the bikini she had brought.

It wasn't as daring as a Wild Weasel but it still wasn't something she was likely to wear on a public beach. The bottom was tiny, probably no more than three or four inches from the gusset to the top edge, and held together with strings at the side. The matching top too was the string type. Nothing more than a couple small triangles of unlined cloth.

Ashley turned her back to the sitting area. She whipped off the camisole she had been wearing and hung the top around her neck. You want skin?You're going to get skin. Hopefully it was still tied right. With the neck string tied as she found it, the bottoms of the triangles were just an inch or so below her nipples, exposing a good bit of the lower side of her breasts.

She tied the back string behind her, securely, but still not too tight. The string across the front, between the bottoms of the two triangles, was a good inch off the hollow between her breasts. She pushed the triangles along the string as far to either side as she could without exposing her nipples. There was a wide swath of bare skin exposed down the middle. The way she had done it up, a good bit of the fleshy undersides and insides of her breasts was tantalizingly exposed.

Looking again toward the sitting room to make sure she wasn't being watched, she stepped out of her panties and pulled on the the bottom of the bikini. She snugged it as far down her hips as she thought she could safely go. Before pulling on the socklets and sneakers she planned to wear, she looked at her faint image reflected in the window. Hot! she said to herself, before turning toward the sitting area.

Brad and Jarrad had also gotten themselves ready for the hike. Each was wearing board shorts and a tee along with hiking boots. Their mouths dropped as Ashley joined them. Brad feigned surprise. “You uh don't,” he stammered, “uh look like you're dressed for a hike.” Truthfully, he was surprised. Ashley's bikini was even briefer than he had imagined.

As he continued to gawk, Ashley responded. “Jarrad said there was no underbrush to crawl through, it's plenty warm out, and there ought to be adequate shade along the trail, so why not?” She put her hands on her hips and struck a suggestive pose.

“C'mon Brad, lighten up a little,” Jarrad urged. “We brought her along as eye candy – not to demonstrate hiking correctness.”

Brad brightened. He let his eyes roam slowly over Ashley's nearly naked body. “Right,” he said, “Much more exciting than spending the day looking at trees, leaves, dirt and rocks.”

“Thanks,” said Ashley. “I thought you guys might like this a little more than drab old hiking clothes – speaking of which – I made the lunch, you guys get to carry it. So get out your backpacks, load em up with those sandwiches and other stuff on the kitchen counter and throw in a half dozen bottles of water to drink. No beer! It'll just get warm and make us tired.”

“Wow,” said Jarrad, "and now I know what you say to a naked lady. It's yes ma'am! Oh yeah girl, you can order me around anytime you want. I'll even buy the riding crop.”

Jarrad looked her over again as she blushed a bright red. “Seriously, Brad,” he urged, “let's load up and get out of here before she changes her mind about how she wants to dress.”

“With you on that one,” Brad responded with a little nod of approval to Ashley. “Let's do it.”

*

[The next part of “No Rules” (part 7) will include the rest of the adventures at the cabin in the mountains.]