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It was the short skirt and bare legs that caught Nick Cramer's attention. He was waiting for a couple slices of pizza he had ordered at one of the mall's food courts. His back was to the counter and he was leaning against it, watching a girl who was sitting alone. Hot! That girl is hot! he thought.

She was wearing one of those pleated tartan skirts. It was probably long enough to be decent but when she sat down she had let it ride up. And she hadn't bothered tucking the back of it under her either. There was a sliver of bare thigh showing all the way back to where her butt contacted the chair. Absolutely gorgeous legs, Nick said to himself.

He tried to guess her age. Nick had just turned twenty-one. He was about to be a senior at a nearby university. But this girl was definitely younger. The way she is sitting, her skirt hiked up that high, has to be deliberate. Not likely she'd be sitting around like that unless she were at least a junior or senior in high school. On the other hand, that type of skirt does say high school, or not long out of it. Could be as young as sixteen or seventeen, but more likely eighteen or nineteen.

“You want something to drink with that?” the pimply faced kid behind the counter asked.

“Huh?” Nick turned. “Oh, uh yeah. A large coke.”

“Right, a large coke.”

Nick turned back to looking over the girl in the short skirt. Umm... blonde hair and cute face. He looked a little lower. And nice tits. Wearing a bra, but in that thin blouse she'd have to be.

“That'll be six dollars and forty-five cents.”

Nick turned at the sound. “Right.” He fumbled through his billfold and pulled out a twenty, laying it on the counter.

“I uh just came on,” the counter guy said. “You'll need to wait while I get the change from the back room. Okay?”

Nick turned his head in the direction of the girl in the short skirt. “Yeah, that's okay. Take your time.” As the counter guy moved off in the direction of the back room Nick turned once again and leaned with his back to the counter. Looking in the girl's direction, his lips moved with his inner thoughts. I certainly would! he silently mouthed.

The girl looked up from her book and met his gaze. She gave Nick a brief smile before returning to what she had been reading. Her smile brought a touch of remembrance. I've seen her somewhere, he thought.

The counter guy brought his change. Nick decided he had to take the chance. He walked over to her table and stood there until she looked up. “I'm Nick,” he said.

The girl gave him a quick once-over before responding. “Is that supposed to mean something to me?” she asked in a polite manner.

“Well, I was hoping it might. I know I've seen you before, maybe even met you. I was hoping you might help me remember where.”

The girl took in his chiseled features, the sandy brown hair, broad shoulders, trim waist... Sounds like a line... except I think I've seen him too. “Nooo...” she said, stretching the word out, “but I do have the same feeling too.” She hesitated, not wanting to appear too easy, but also wanting to get to know 'Nick' better. She smiled. “Why don't you sit down. Maybe we'll figure it out.”

Nick sat. He took a sip of his coke.

“Does Nick have a last name,” she asked.

“Cramer, Nick Cramer.” He took a bite of pizza and with his mouth still full, asked, “And you are?”

“Ashley Adams. Mean anything to you? Yours sure doesn't ring any bells with me.”

“No, and you live here?”

“Right, all my life.”

“You go to State?”

“Nooo... why do you ask?”

“I go there, photo tech., senior, well not quite but I will be in the fall. I was thinking you might be a student there too.”

“Uh nooo...” Again Ashley dragged out the 'no'. It was beginning to register. State, oh shit yes. Exit Inn. He was the one watching me and George. Ashley's face turned red as she remembered how she was behaving that night. “You, uh, ever go to the Exit Inn?” she asked cautiously.

“Oh yeah.” Nick's eyes lit up. “I remember now.” Jesus, do I remember. Like who could forget him playing with her ass and her letting him and those shorts pushed up and her panties showing and god he had to be fingering her and she had to know I was watching. My god they were so close I could damn near smell her pussy.

Ashley could tell by the way Nick's eyes were wandering that he was remembering. Ashley remembered it too. She turned almost beet red. “I guess I was misbehaving a little that night.” She moved her head from side to side as she thought, I can't believe what I did... worse I can't believe I'm sitting here talking to the guy I was putting on the show for.

Misbehaving a little? “Don't let it worry you. See a lot of stuff like that during the school year.” Don't I wish.

Ashley was still red-faced. “It's nice of you to say that.” She glanced at the clock-tower in the middle of the mall. “I've really got to be going, it's almost four.” She closed her book and dropped it into her purse.

“Well don't leave without giving me your phone number.”

“Huh, oh yeah.” That's pretty bold... but I woulda been pissed if he hadn't asked. Ashley reached in her purse and pulled out her cellphone. “Give me your cell number,” she said. “I'll call ya. Then you'll have it.” She punched it in as Nick read it off to her. “Nick was it?” she confirmed.

As Ashley punched his name in, Nick's phone rang. “Got it,” he said. “Ashley, right?” He looked in her direction, eyebrows raised. She nodded. He entered her name then dropped the phone into his shirt pocket.

“Call me some time,” Ashley said as she got up from her chair. Now why'd I say that? I know what he's after. On the other hand, he is pretty good looking.

You bet I'm going to call, Nick thought as Ashley walked toward the exit. He was staring at the backs of her legs. And it's not going to be long. Ashley's short skirt, kind of like a skater's skirt or tennis skirt, covered the curve of her ass, but not a lot more. At least two-thirds of her bare thighs were deliciously exposed. Nick licked his lips as she disappeared from sight. Yes, I am definitely going to get me some of that.

***

A few days later, Ashley unlocked the sliding glass door that separated her room from the backyard. She was wearing only the bottom part of a bikini. She hesitated before opening the door. Her stepbrother Brad and his friend Jarrad were sitting by the pool.

I really was kind of looking forward to Brad 'catching' me sunning topless, but with Jarrad too? She turned back to her dresser, looking for the top to her bikini. She started to put it on, then stopped abruptly. What the hell, she thought. Ashley dropped the top back into the drawer and instead, picked up a t-shirt. She pulled it over her head.

Ashley took a quick look at herself in the dressing table mirror. The tee was long, almost to her knees. And it was heavy enough that you couldn't tell for sure what she was wearing under it. She opened the door and strode purposefully to the table where the guys were sitting.

Turning at the sound of her approach, Jarrad quipped, “Well look who's here, Miss Hot Stuff herself.”

Ashley grinned and turned a light shade of red. She liked knowing that Jarrad thought she was hot. She hoped her stepbrother felt similarly. She plopped down in a lounger near where the guys were sitting.

The backyard was generous to say the least. Except for one window in the two story house over back which had a view of a small part of the yard, it was also quite private. The Adams' 'L' shaped house sat in one corner and from each of its ends there was an eight foot high solid fence surrounding the rest of the property. The pool, a substantial twenty feet by fifty feet, was in the opposite corner from the house.

The table where Brad and Jarrad were sitting was on the deck of the pool nearest the house. Jarrad had been facing the pool across the table but turned his chair to face Ashley's lounger. Brad turned his chair to face Ashley as well, putting the table behind him.

The back of the lounger was already up. With both of the guys facing her she pulled her knees up, letting the tee fall back toward her waist. Go ahead and look guys. An inch or so of her bikini bottom was exposed.

Jarrad stared. “That underwear or bikini you got on?”

Ashley grinned. She had his attention. “What do you think?” She pulled the hem of the shirt up just enough to expose an inch or so of bare skin above the bikini bottom.

Jarrad bent low in his chair, adopting the feigned studiousness of a doctor doing a pelvic exam. Ashley played along, spreading her legs. Brad rolled his eyes in disbelief at the way his stepsister was teasing.

“Well,” Jarrad said at long last, “Although it looks almost thin enough to be a pair of panties, I think it's really the bottom half of your bikini.” His face brightened as he locked eyes with her. “Am I right?” he gleefully asked.

Ashley looked at Brad, making sure that he wasn't freaking out at the way she was flirting with Jarrad. Looking backing at Jarrad, she announced, “Well, you're half right.”

“Half right,” queried Brad, “how is that?”

Ashley looked down at the front of her t-shirt and put her hands over her breasts. Looking at Brad she said, “Jarrad was right about it being the bottom to a bikini.” She squeezed the nipples between her thumbs and forefingers. “But since I'm not wearing the top to it...” She paused as her nipples grew and became hard. “He was only half right.” She turned loose of her nipples and rested her hands on the arms of the lounger.

Ashley's grin grew broader as the guys silently stared. “Are you planning on taking the tee off?” Brad quietly asked.

“Yeah, are you?” Jarrad echoed.

Ashley looked from one to the other. “Nope,” she replied.

Jarrad took her response as a challenge. “Well it's not like we haven't seen them before.”

Brad looked at Ashley as she responded to Jarrad. “Yeah but that was different. It was inside, and if you remember correctly, you got thrown out of the house.”

Jarrad snapped out his reply. “Uh huh, but my getting thrown out the house had nothing to do with your bare tits. In fact, you told me it was okay to take off your bra. I got thrown out for something else.”

Brad chimed in. “If you're worried about what I might think, well I don't see why I should be any more bothered than when you went topless that time in France.”

Yeah, you got pretty bothered alright. Well maybe hot and bothered's a better description. Seems to me you couldn't get us back to the hotel room fast enough. “Tell you what guys. Someone got a knife?”

Jarrad took a Swiss Army type knife out of his pocket. “Ooh, that's even better,” Ashley exclaimed. She took the knife and opened the mini-scissors part. She took hold of her t-shirt and began cutting it just below her breasts. When she had finished cutting the front and sides, she handed the scissors-knife to Brad. “You finish it,” she said.

“I think I can rip it a lot faster.”

“Go ahead then, whatever floats your boat.”

As he grasped Ashley's tee from the back he whispered, “Do what you want. I'm having fun watching.” He ripped through the back of the shirt, then tore it down the front to get it off her.

“Before you get sat down...” Ashley felt around under the lounger and retrieved a bottle of lotion. “Here,” she coaxed, handing the bottle to Brad. “Put some of this on me before I burn.”

“You do it Jarrad,” Brad said, handing the bottle to Jarrad as he resumed his chair.

Ashley squirmed. “But...” she said.

“But nothing,” Brad snapped. “You were okay with some stranger doing it in France. I'm sure Jarrad knows how to do it.”

“If both you are sure it's okay,” Jarrad said with a toothy grin on his face.

“Okay with me, bro,” Brad piped, looking in Ashley's direction.

Ashley looked from one to the other. I just wish it was Brad's hands instead of Jarrad's. Ashley looked at Brad. She sighed. “It's okay with me, I guess.” Ashley dropped the back of the lounger and lay flat on her back.

Jarrad started on Ashley's feet and worked slowly up her legs. She was thinking. That business the other night... with me and Jill in our pj's, messing around with the guys... Jarrad's hands were still below the knees, paying special attention to Ashley's calves. She remained silent but thought to herself how good it felt. Her mind flipped back to that earlier night. Did I really give Jarrad a blow job? Probably because I was jealous of Brad paying so much attention to Jill. Shouldn't have done it though.

Jarrad got up on the lounger and knelt, straddling Ashley's legs. He was working on her thighs but hadn't yet ventured into the danger zone. Jarrad looked down at the skimpy bottom Ashley was wearing. It couldn't be any more than four or five inches from the gusset to the top edge. If she had a landing strip it would be showing.

Ashley felt Jarrad's hands creeping up her thighs. No more than an inch or so to go. Will he or won't he. Do I want him to or not? Jarrad solved the dilemma for her. Although he had been careful to spread the oil on all the bare skin, he never did more than brush the edge of the fabric. His hands skipped to the bare skin of Ashley's abdomen.

She breathed a sigh of relief as she felt Jarrad's hands carefully applying tanning oil to her abdomen and lower midriff. Ashley knew though, that she wasn't out of the woods yet. The hands circling her stomach were moving ever higher and the cropped t-shirt really wasn't much cover for her breasts.

Jarrad slid his body upward such that his knees were now about even with Ashley's waist. She withdrew her hands from her sides and locked them behind her head. As she raised her arms the cropped tee rode up, but Ashley was careful in her movements, keeping the t-shirt covering her nipples, even if just barely. Jarrad carefully spread oil onto the creamy white undersides of Ashley's breasts. His fingertips slid across her areolas, a hair's breadth from her nipples.

Brad saw what was going on. He listened to Ashley's breathing as it became deeper and more rapid. He couldn't decide whether he wanted to stop Jarrad, or join in. Whatever he was thinking, he picked up his chair and moved it to the head of Ashley's lounger. As he sat, he bent over and extended his hands to Ashley's, clasping them in a reassuring manner.

Ashley extended her hands and tried to turn toward her stepbrother. As she did so, her nipples broke free of the cropped tee. She felt Jarrad's hands encircle her bare breasts. The hardness within his shorts pressed against her bikini bottom.

Ashley's arms stretched over her head, reaching for and making contact with the tent in Brad's shorts. Her hips rose, pressing her pelvis more solidly against Jarrad's erection. Her cellphone rang.

***

The following morning, Brad and Ashley were seated across from each other at the kitchen table. They were just finishing breakfast. The parents had already left for the office.

“So what do you think would have happened if Mom hadn't called when she did?” Brad asked.

“I'm not really sure,” Ashley said. She looked up from her empty cereal bowl. She calmly added as if reporting inconsequential news. “I was on the verge of getting your cock out of your shorts. I'm pretty sure that would have happened, but I'm not sure about anything else.”

Brad dropped his spoon and sat back in his chair. “Think you would have fucked him?” he asked without emotion.

Ashley got up from the table and picked up her dishes. As she turned toward the sink she replied, “I suppose it's possible.” As she loaded her dishes into the dishwasher she asked, “How would you have felt about it if I had?”

Brad stood, picked up his dishes and joined Ashley at the dishwasher. “Well,” he replied slowly, “I was already feeling some jealousy, him playing with your tits and all...” He hesitated. “But, as I am sure you could tell, I was also pretty excited.”

“Yeah, I could tell.” Ashley smiled and put her arms around her stepbrother's neck, pulling him in for a kiss. But before Brad could get his tongue between her lips, she pushed him away. “I just wished it had been you that was putting the suntan oil on me.”

“Me too.” Brad said.

“You apparently don't remember, but I did offer the suntan oil to you first. It was you who insisted on Jarrad doing it.”

“Uh, yeah, right.” Brad's eyes went wide. “You mean you had that whole thing planned?”

“Oh no way,” Ashley defended. “I just thought it'd be neat to have Jarrad watching you with your hands all over me, without him knowing what's really going on between us. He doesn't know does he?”

“Oh, no way. Speaking of which...” He paused and looked her over. Ashley was dressed in panties and a t-shirt, short enough that even an inch or so of her midriff was showing. “You're not exactly dressed like you want me to find another girlfriend.”

“I do though,” I think. “Just don't want you forgetting about me.”

Brad looked her up and down again. “I don't think you have anything to worry about in that regard.”

“By the way... I do have a date tonight.”

“Really, well, I know its not Jarrad. He and I are going to go out riding around in that old truck he's been restoring. We were kinda hoping you might go with us.”

“Sorry, it's that guy Nick I was telling you about.”

“You mean the one you met at the mall the other day when you were wearing that nothing school girl skirt?”

“Uh huh.”

“Well you know what he's after.”

“Right, but aren't all you guys?”

Brad gave Ashley another quick once-over, then licked his lips and said, “With a body like you got, how could we not?”

Ashley gave Brad a peck on the cheek and turned for the door. He watched the bounce in her panty covered butt as she headed to her room.

***

Brad's phone rang. He looked at the caller ID. 'Ashley' it said. He pressed the 'send' button, hoping everything was okay. “What's happening, sis?”

Ashley could hear engine noises in the background. “Where are you?”

“In Jarrad's truck, riding around, like I told you.” He turned to Jarrad and mouthed 'Ashley'. “Where are you?”

“Uh... You know the Exit Inn over by State?”

“Uh huh,” Brad replied cautiously.

“Well, I'm there, in the ladies room.”

“What the hell? That's a nightclub. What are you doing there? You got some fake ID or something?”

“Calm down and I'll tell you.”

“Okay, okay, I'm calm.”

“You don't sound too calm.”

“Well, I am. Try me.”

“Nick brought me here. He's a senior at State.”

“You're not drunk, I hope.”

“No, no, nothing like that. I'm just drinking ginger ale.”

“Thank god for that. So what's the problem?”

“I think I made a mistake with Nick. I thought he was a gentleman, but he's not acting like one. Can you guys come over here?”

“Uh sure, I think. Wait while I check with Jarrad.” He pushed the 'mute' button. “Jarrad!” He had to raise his voice to get over the engine noise.

“Yo!” responded Jarrad. “So what's happening with Ash?”

“She wants us to come over to the Exit Inn, that bar over by State. Some kind of trouble with her date.”

“Okay, but how do we get in?”

Brad pressed the 'mute' button again. His conversation with Ashley was restored. “How do we get in?” he asked.

“You only have to be eighteen to get in. Just can't drink is all.”

He turned toward Jarrad without muting the call. “Did you hear that? We only have to be eighteen to get in.”

“Eighteen? You shitting me?”

“To get in. Still can't drink though.”

“Yeah, well, okay then, I guess, even if we can't drink. Tell her the rescue truck is on the way.”

“Did you hear him, Ashley? We're coming.”

“Yeah I heard him. So how long do you think?”

“Uh, thirty, thirty-five minutes I'd guess. You going to be okay till we get there?”

“Sure, I'll be fine until then. I just wouldn't want it to be a lot longer.”

Jarrad had already turned the truck around and was headed toward the Exit Inn. “Tell her to keep the light on for us,” he chirped.

“Jarrad says we're on on the way. You stay in the ladies room if you have to.”

“No, no, it's not that bad, at least not yet. I'll be sitting in a booth at the back of the dance floor. Make it look like you ran into me accidentally.”

“Right.”

“Need to get back to the table now. See ya, and thanks.”

“No problem, I love you.” He pressed the 'end' button. Now why did I say that? That's exactly what she doesn't want to hear.

On the other end, after she heard the click. Ashley said to herself, And I love you too. Just trying not to say it out loud.

***

Ashley had been right. They only needed to be eighteen to get in. Of course the bouncer had made Brad and Jarrad put on 'underage' arm bands, but they did get in.

The band was across the dance floor from the entrance. On the wall opposite was the bar, and between it and the dance floor were a couple rows of tables. To their right, as they stood near the entrance, was the main table area, eight or ten rows deep. With it being summer and most students from the University being on break, the tables were largely empty.

There was also a single row of circular booths against the wall to their left. “There,” said Brad, “in the second booth from the bar.”

“Uh huh. So what are we supposed to do – kick his ass?”

“No, no, no. Ashley just wants us to 'accidentally' run into them. She'll take it from there.”

“Right, okay,” said Jarrad. “Look at the booth on the other side of them. Got two girls in it. Let's get us a drink and wander over that way, like maybe we're looking for someone to dance with.”

“Yeah, that'll work,” said Brad as he approached the bar. He looked at his armband. It didn't have anything printed on it except the date and the bar's name. Brad looked at a guy sitting nearby, drinking a beer. He had an armband too, but his was a dark blue. Brad's was a light green as was Jarrad's.

“Uh, we won't be drinking tonight,” Brad announced to the bartender, “A coupla cokes will be fine.”

With cokes in hand, they walked the length of the bar, then turned down the side with the booths. Brad abruptly stopped in front of Nick and Ashley's table, letting Jarrad plow into him, faking a double-take. Turning toward the table he did a pretty good job of feigning amazement. His eyes went wide. “Ashley, my god, what are you doing here?”

“What the fu...” Jarrad screamed. Hearing what Brad had just said, he looked toward the table. “Oh hi Ashley. Fancy meeting you here.”

“It should be obvious why I'm here,” she said, poking Nick's ribs. “The real question is, what are you guys doing?” Looking to her date she explained. “Nick, this is my brother, Brad, and his friend, Jarrad.”

“To answer your question, Ashley, we just got here, still scoping the place out.” Brad replied, ignoring Nick.

“We were about to check out those two girls in the next booth,” Jarrad added, also ignoring Nick.

Not to be ignored though, Nick suggested, “Don't waste your time.” Then shielding his mouth, he added quietly, “Lezz.”

Brad and Jarrad nodded in unison. “Seems we wasted our covers then, the rest of the girls here all look like they're with someone.”

“You don't have to rush though,” Ashley said. “Sit down and talk to us.” Turning to Nick she asked, “You don't mind do you?”

Nick pasted a wide grin on his face, his perfect white teeth fully displayed. With his voice dripping with fake sincerity, he replied. “Why of course not. By all means you should join us.” Just don't stay too long. “So you're Ashley's brother, huh. I didn't know she had one.”

“Stepbrother actually,” Ashley corrected as she slid closer to Nick, making room for Brad and Jarrad.

“Well, just a couple minutes maybe,” Brad said as he slid into the booth. He looked at Ashley. She's at least got a bra on, he observed. But as he worked his way into the booth he caught a glimpse of her bare legs. Oh shit, he thought, that skirt's so short her panties are practically showing.

“Yeah, we won't be staying long,” Jarrad lied as he sat down next Brad. He caught his breath as he spotted the bare legs. Ashley tugged at the hem of her skirt, but about all she could do was keep her panties covered.

Before Brad and Jarrad showed up, Nick had had his hand between Ashley's legs. He was anxious to resume where he had left off. Nick was thinking, and probably doing a little scheming too. “You guys stay as long as you want but we've got to be leaving. I promised Ashley I'd have her home by eleven-thirty.” Nick thought to himself, in the car, as hot as she is, those panties aren't going to last long.

Ashley had a pretty good idea what Nick had in mind and she had already made up her mind that it was not going to happen. She turned to Brad and Jarrad. “If you guys aren't going to stay too long, I could ride back with you.” She turned to Nick. “That way you won't have to drive all the way to Plattsburgh and back.” Her face broke into a wide solicitous grin. “Whadaya think?” she asked.

Jarrad elbowed Brad in the ribs as Nick stumbled over his words. “Well, yeah, uh...” He tried to smile. “Umh yeah, that would work.”

“You guys don't mind do you,” Ashley asked of Brad and Jarrad.

“No of course not,” Brad replied, elbowing Jarrad back.

“These guys will take care of me,” Ashley said beaming at Nick. “You don't even have to stay. You can get a decent night's sleep before going back into work.”

“Uh yeah, right,” Nick replied. He knew he'd just been shut out. He got up from the table. “I guess I might just as well be going then.” He looked over the three of them. He faked a pleasant attitude. “Good meeting you guys,” he said. Not. And to Ashley he added, “I'll call you.” Bitch.

When he was gone, Ashley said, “And if he calls I'm not answering.”

“Jesus,” Brad said, looking again at Ashley's bare legs. “What the hell was going on that made you so anxious to get rid of him?”

“I'll tell you on the way home.” Ashley slid toward the end of the booth. Brad followed. Jarrad crawled out the other side.

As Ashley stood, Brad ran his hand up the outside of her bare thigh and under her skirt. He got up quickly and bent his mouth close to his stepsister's ear. “You may be wearing panties, Ash, but there's not a lot to them! You were asking for it.”

“Shush, I'll tell you about it in the car... er truck... whatever,” she said quietly to Brad as they followed Jarrad to the exit.

The truck was a fifty something pickup with a single bench seat. Ashley slid across to the middle, her bare legs just below the shift lever. As the guys climbed in, the dome light generously illuminated the length of her legs. Brad and Jarrad watched intently as she positioned them on either side of the shifter, not bothering to tuck her skirt under her butt.

“What?” she said, looking from side to side. “You've both seen my legs before.”

“Yeah but...” ventured Brad, “I guess I'm still kinda surprised at how you dressed for a first date with someone you barely knew.”

“Right,” said Jarrad as he started the truck. “Now don't get me wrong, you can dress like that anytime you want around me... but uh, someone else? Well, uh... Brad and I won't always be around to rescue you.” He reached for the shift lever. His hand grazed Ashley's bare thighs.

“Watch it buster,” she said. She turned toward Jarrad with a look on her face that said, I'm not offended or mad at you, but please, I really do mean it.

Jarrad understood the look. He knew that the position of the shift lever, between Ashley's bare legs, could be the cause of a lot of 'accidental' touching. But he also sensed that this was not the time for it. He needed to be careful. He nodded his understanding.

Brad too, grasped the situation. Ashley, who normally welcomed the opportunity for a little sexual play, especially when it was him and Jarrad, had just escaped a troubling situation and was not likely to be in the mood for any more.

Jarrad carefully backed the truck out of the parking spot, his hand affixed to the shift knob, inches from Ashley's bare legs. Shifting into first, he did so slowly, giving her time to spread her legs some, allowing him to pull the shift lever very nearly into her lap, without touching her bare legs.

Brad watched as Ashley's spreading of her legs caused her skirt to ride even higher, exposing a sliver of white silk panties. The sight caused a stirring in his pants. Ashley looked in his direction and mouthed the words, I'm okay.

As the truck accelerated, Jarrad's hand remained on the shift knob, moving it up and into second, and then carefully back into high gear. With the knob once again nestled between Ashley's legs, he carefully removed his hand and placed it on the wheel. Ashley turned toward him, breathing a sigh of relief at his uncharacteristic behavior.

Brad was watching closely. I can't believe this. Jarrad is actually behaving himself. “So, Ashley, are you going to tell us about it?” he asked.

“Huh,” she replied, her head swiveling toward her stepbrother.

“Why did you need rescuing?” Jarrad explained. “Why were you so anxious to ditch that guy?”

“Oh yeah,” Ashley responded, looking straight ahead. “I just didn't hear the first time,” or maybe didn't want to hear. “You guys sure you want me to tell about it?” she asked, turning her head from side to side.

Both nodded, she continued, “Well... you saw... or maybe you didn't - I think he stopped when you guys walked up to the table - but every time when we sat down, he put his hand between my legs.” Ashley looked down at how exposed she was. She turned her head slightly in one direction, then the other, silently acknowledging to Jarrad and her stepbrother, that she understood what they were thinking. She said what they were all thinking. “He was rubbing the front of my panties... trying to get his fingers inside.”

“Did you let him?” Brad asked.

Ashley's head snapped toward her stepbrother. “No way,” she screeched. Brad watched intently as Ashley took to rubbing her bare thighs. Even Jarrad stole quick glances from the road as Ashley's fingers lightly brushed her panties.

Brad tried to make light of the situation. “Hot girl, short skirt, bare legs – can't say as I blame him. Why were you wearing that short thing anyway?”

Ashley calmed herself somewhat. Looking up at Brad she replied in a subdued tone, “Yeah, well that was the same skirt I was wearing when I met him at the mall and when he called for a date he asked me if I would wear it again.”

“And of course you do like to have guys looking, but almost nothing panties too?” Ashley was still turned toward Brad. Their eyes were locked on one another. “I mean, how far were you expecting to go with this guy? Were you going to fuck him?”

“Of course not, stupid.”

“Then why?”

“Uh well...” Ashley paused, searching Brad's eyes. “I uh thought we might play a little.”

Brad wasn't sure he liked the answer. He knew now for sure that he was in love with his stepsister, but he didn't dare let on to Jarrad how jealous he was getting. “So uh...” He swallowed hard. “What was the problem then?”

Ashley faced out the front and focused on the white dotted line being rapidly swallowed up by the truck. “He was just too aggressive. It was obvious what he expected to happen before the night was over.”

Her voice rose a notch. “And when were dancing he had his hands under my skirt and all over my butt.” Her voice rose again. “Once... once... he even got his hand inside my panties.” Ashley had become quite excited. It was not clear whether her excitement was from anger or from the sexual arousal she might be feeling as she told the story.

“And then he maneuvered me over to the side of the dance floor near the bar... with my back to the people sitting there... and I just know that those guys, his buddies probably, were watching him play with my ass!” Ashley sat back and closed her eyes.

“Jesus Christ,” Jarrad exclaimed, no wonder you called us.”

Brad jumped in, “And you hadn't done anything to suggest that was okay?” It was more a statement than a question.

“Not really,” Ashley replied. “Unless, well maybe...”

“Maybe what?” Brad asked.

“Well, you know that time I was out with what's his name, that friend of yours that stayed at our house?”

“You mean...” Brad silently mouthed, George.

“Yeah right,” Ashley said, glancing quickly at Jarrad to make sure he hadn't figured out they were talking about someone he knew. “Well he brought me to the Exit Inn and when we were dancing, well I was wearing some real loose fitting shorts, and I coaxed him into pulling them way up, exposing a good bit of my ass cheeks, and his hands were all over my bare butt, and... and...”

“And what?” Brad urged.

Ashley spit it out. “Well we were putting on quite a show for the guy at the front table and...”

“And?” Brad prompted again.

“And well... that guy was Nick – the guy I was with tonight.”

Brad sat stunned. Jarrad let out a long low whistle, then said, “Well, that sure does explain a lot. So this wasn't exactly a first date then?”

“How well did you know him?” Brad asked.

“Nick?” Ashley asked. “I didn't know him before the mall. Until then he was just some stranger that me and uh, what's his name, had been putting on a show for.”

“Yeah, well I'm beginning to understand,” quipped Jarrad. “If that had been me watching ol' what's his name playing with that cute ass of yours, I'd be wanting to get me some of that too.”

“As if you needed any extra encouragement,” Ashley said with a toothy grin.

“And who the hell is what's his name anyway?” Jarrad asked.

Brad answered quickly. “He's an old family friend from years ago when Mom and me used to live upstate.” Brad was not about to admit that what's his name was really an old friend of Jarrad's who wanted to date Ashley without Jarrad knowing about it.

“I'm jealous,” Jarrad said, pretending to be really upset. “I mean, just thinking about you with some other guy's hands caressing those beautiful buns, I mean like...” Jarrad got quiet. “How far did you let him go?” he asked, drawing the words out.

As the truck came to a stop in front of their house, Ashley said, “That was when you were kicked out of our house, so I'm not sure you need to know.” Brad opened the passenger door and got out. With Jarrad's mouth still hanging open, Ashley carefully extracted herself from around the gear shift lever and slid out. As Brad climbed back into the truck she asked. “You gonna be long?”

Continuing to hold the door open, Brad replied, “Just long enough so the folks, if they're paying any attention, don't realize we came home together.” Brad closed the door, leaving Ashley standing at the curb as the truck sped off.

A few minutes later, Jarrad dropped Brad at the house. Inside, Brad was startled to find his bedroom door closed. He opened it cautiously. The curtains were open and the full moon was shining through the sliding glass door, faintly illuminating the room. He looked toward the bed. The coverlet had been removed and his stepsister was face down on the sheet. Her ass, like the rest of her, was totally bare.

It was Brad's turn to make a low whistling sound. “Oh my god, I love it, but aren't you afraid we'll get caught?”

Ashley rolled over on her back, her bare nipples pointing proudly upward. Looking at the ceiling she replied, “Nah, I'm pretty sure your mom knows about us anyway, and she not only doesn't care, I think she even likes it. Anyway, she'll make sure Daddy doesn't do any late night wandering around the house.”

“Oh, wow! I mean this is fantastic, but after what you went through tonight, this is about the last thing in the world I expected.”

“Well, I was pretty angry about the way Nick treated me, like a piece of meat, but I did sort of like what he was doing. And then going home – that gear shift knob between my legs, and you guys staring at my bare legs and panties, and me telling you about Nick playing with my ass, and imagining those guys watching him do it – well all of that got me pretty horny.” Ashley turned on her side, facing Brad. “And I was hoping you might be too.”

Brad's eyes were locked onto Ashley's naked form. “Well yeah I uh...” He looked down at his ram rod erection, threatening to burst through his jeans.

Ashley looked too. She licked her lips. “Get those clothes off,” she urged.