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“So, did you really do it?” Jill asked as she sat down.

“Did I really do what?” Ashley responded, looking up from her book.

“Watch television with my brother and your brother and a bunch of other guys in nothing but a see-through blouse.”

“Huh? I don't know what you're talking about! And what is this anyway, you show up after not seeing me since graduation and don't even say hello, kiss my ass or nothing? Start right off with some crazy question about your brother and I don't even know your brother.”

Jill apologized, “I'm sorry, let me start again.”

Ashley was shopping at the mall. She had stopped for a snack in one of the food courts. Jill, a high school sorority sister, had seen her sitting alone and joined her.

“So, hi. You been having a good summer?” Jill asked.

“That's better.” Ashley smiled. “Yes I have and how about you? You doing good too?”

“Better than I ought to.”

“Now what was that you asked me?”

“Right. My brother told me he was over to your house watching a race or something on television with your brother and a bunch of other guys. He said you came and sat down with them wearing nothing but a see-through shirt.”

Ashley adopted a puzzled look on her face. “I do remember watching a race with a bunch of guys, but I didn't know your brother was one of them.”

“Billy's his name. He's kinda shy but whatever you did he couldn't stop talking about you.”

Ashley scratched her chin. “It's coming back. And Billy's your brother? I didn't even know you had a brother – especially not one our age.”

“Yeah, well he and I don't do a lot together. But tell me, did you really do that? Nothing but a see-through shirt?”

“Well, that's not really the way it was. In the first place the shirt was not see-though. It may have been old and kinda thin, but definitely not see-through. And I'm sure I had panties on.”

Jill's face lit up. “So, you really did do it, just a shirt and panties, huh? And you being so prim and proper and all...” Ashley's look turned confrontational. Jill got cautious, “... least that's the way you always seemed to me.”

Ashley gritted her teeth. “So, is there something wrong with what I did? I was in my own house. And it wasn't like I got naked or was showing my tits or anything...”

“Oh no, I didn't mean there was anything wrong. In fact, I wish I had the nerve to do something like that. Surprised me is all.” Jill was understanding that Ashley's attitudes about sex weren't anything like what she had supposed them to be a few months back, before they graduated from high school. “You have changed haven't you? Maybe got a little more daring?”

Considering everything she'd done since, and even some things she'd done back then, Ashley didn't think what she'd done that day had been any more than just a little on the naughty side. She was also beginning to think that Jill wasn't really being judgmental. It seemed more like she was just curious, maybe even a little envious. Ashley felt like an explanation was in order.

“When I became a senior in high school,” she began, “you might recall that I started dressing more provocatively.” Ashley looked at Jill, noticing the shorts and t-shirt. “Well I guess we both did... But I was still careful when I was home alone with Brad.” Again detecting a questioning look from Jill, Ashley hastily added, “Not that I was really worried about him. No, not in the least. However... he was eighteen too, and he had been giving me a lot more of those up and down type looks. Of course I was flattered, but I still wanted him to think of me as his stepsister. And by the way, he is my stepbrother, not a real brother.”

Jill's eyes had a sort of glazed look to them. Ashley wondered if maybe she had misjudged Jill's level of interest. She squinted. Her eyebrows lowered. “You want to hear all of this?” Ashley asked. “It really is kinda long.”

Jill's mind had wandered, wondering how Ashley could be so seemingly naïve about Brad's interest. She brought herself back to the present. “I'm sorry,” Jill said, “Yes, I do want to hear it. I've always been pretty uptight sexually and I thought you were too. I need to understand how you became so free and easy about everything.”

“Alright, but remember you asked.” Ashley continued the narrative. “You're right though, I was pretty straight-laced before graduation, but a lot has happened this summer. There was of course that time with the guys, watching the race, but probably one of the most important things was going to France with Brad.”

“You went to France with Brad? Just the two of you?

Ashley nodded.

“So what happened?” Jill quizzed.

“I think first you need to know that I had gotten more adventuresome around Brad and his friends.” If only you knew just how adventuresome. “That day watching the races was pretty much the first, but with wearing bikinis at the pool and sometimes being braless around the house...” and sometimes pantiless, “lets just say I had gotten a lot more comfortable with my body, and with Brad and his friends noticing it.”

“So what provoked you to take off with Brad on a trip to France?”

“It was an accident really. Daddy and I had been planning on going for several weeks. At the last minute though, and I do really mean the last minute – I even had my suitcase packed – Daddy had an emergency at work and couldn't go. So Brad went in his place.”

“I'll bet you liked that okay.” Jill stared at Ashley, waiting for a reaction, but Ashley's face wasn't revealing anything. “I mean, I know you love your father and all, but it just has to have been more fun with Brad, even if he is your brother.”

“Stepbrother,” Ashley corrected. “But I suppose you're right. It was just the two of us and it was really neat, even if he was my stepbrother. It was kinda like I was going to some romantic place for a fling with my latest lover.” A lot like.

“And Brad is such a hunk!” Jill tossed in.

“Yeah... I guess he is,” Ashley responded dreamily, “It was pretty exciting too, especially when we were in public. In private of course, we were still stepbrother and stepsister, and although we shared a room we watched what we did and how we were dressed when we were alone.” Mostly undressed actually.

“Sounds like fun... too bad he was your stepbrother,” Jill quipped.

“Yeah, right,” Ashley acknowledged, then continued, “Well anyway, Daddy had bought a fancy new camera for the trip. He gave it to Brad and told him he expected to see a lot of pictures when we got back. Daddy even thought we might make a CD out of the best ones.

Ashley bent over the table. “Now try to understand something here if you will. When I picked out and packed my clothes, I still thought I was going with Daddy, so it wasn't the kind of clothes I might wear on a date.” She sat back up. “Also we were going to take a bunch of pictures and most of them needed to be the kind we could put on a family CD.

“On our first day in France,” Ashley continued, “I wore a tan sunsuit. It was the kind of thing I could have worn to a church picnic. It did still show off my legs and arms nicely and it was bare at the shoulders. Oh yeah, and it did button down the front.

“I was pretty much acting as if Brad was my boyfriend and not my stepbrother. After he had plenty of pictures that would be good for the family, I began teasing him by buttoning and unbuttoning the top button.” Ashley paused to gauge Jill's reaction.

“Keep going,” Jill coaxed, “You definitely have my attention.”

“Well, he went along and acted the part of the boyfriend, offering compliments and making encouraging remarks while he snapped the pictures. I had the top button undone and was half teasing, half kidding...” Ashley became slightly flushed and took in a deep breath. “I was trying my best to look sexy but not doing a very good job of it.”

“With that body,” Jill quipped. Ashley had been a cheerleader in high-school and fit the part perfectly. Her waist wasn't ultra-slim but there wasn't any flab either. Ashley's breasts were ever so slightly larger than her petite frame demanded and her shapely legs were what cheerleader skirts and tights were made for.“You don't even have to try,” Jill added, “I've seen the way boys look at you.”

“But this was my stepbrother,” Ashley replied. “It was different... or at least I thought so. While he was snapping pictures, he continued with the remarks. At one point, jokingly I thought, he suggested I loosen another button.”

“That doesn't surprise me a lot, but what did you do?” Jill asked.

“Well, I looked around and since no one was watching, I undid another button and exposed a bit of cleavage.”

“You're shitting,” Jill gasped.

“No... no, I'm not. He kept right on snapping pictures and making sexy remarks, just like he really was my boyfriend.”

“And you?” Jill asked, “What did you think?”

“I was surprised to find that it not only didn't bother me to be so exposed, but that I actually liked it... especially the attention he was giving me... even if he was my stepbrother.” Ashley hesitated, waiting for Jill's reaction.

Jill raised her hand to her mouth. “Oh, my god!” she exclaimed. Then slowly lowering it, she said, “I'm almost afraid to ask, but what happened next?”

Ashley didn't dare tell Jill the truth. “Nothing,” she lied. “We went back to the hotel and it was like nothing had happened.”

“Really?” Jill asked unbelievingly, “Nothing happened?”

“Nothing,” Ashley lied again, then continued to relate her tale. “I did give my attire a little more thought the next day though.” Oh boy, did I. “I deliberately chose clothes that had more skin showing. I wore a button up the front type blouse with the top button undone,” two or three actually, “and put on a denim mini skirt with lace along the bottom hem.”

Jill nodded, obviously interested.

Ashley grinned. “It was a good thing I was wearing panties,” not, “because the skirt sure didn't cover much,” she remarked, then added, “My legs were also bare and I wasn't wearing a bra.”

“In public? No bra?” Jill stammered. “I mean... I have seen you at sleepovers and I know that even as generous as your breasts are, they don't really need any support, but weren't you poking out a little through the blouse?”

“Maybe a little,” Ashley blushed, “But the blouse was heavy enough that it wasn't really bad.”

“Yeah but...”

“I don't remember being all that concerned anyway. I did kind of want a little bit to show. I posed in ways that showed off my legs and butt and gave little peeks into my blouse. And he did take a lot of pictures... and I did get somewhat excited... so yes, my nipples were probably showing – so what?”

“So what?,” Jill gasped. “That was your stepbrother you were posing for and you didn't care what he was seeing?”

“Nooo,” Ashley dragged it out. “It's not like we were sleeping together or anything like that,” not much anyway, “he was just looking and I was letting him. I mean, nothing happened.” Oh shit, did I just lie again? No way could Ashley tell Jill everything.

Jill sensed Ashley's puzzlement. “Yeah, well, okay. I just know I couldn't have done that, but please go on.”

Ashley wasn't so confidant now. She continued the story with less enthusiasm. “There was no way I was going to dress as conservatively as I might have had it been Daddy. Brad wanted it to look like he was traveling with his sexy girlfriend and I was anxious to do my part. It was difficult though, to find something interesting to wear. After looking through my clothes the next morning I settled on a denim romper. It was short and showed off my legs nicely.”

Ashley paused, looking at Jill, trying to divine how she was reacting to the story. Jill seemed surprised, but not judgmental. Ashley plodded on. “It buttoned up the front and since I had bought it before I filled out so much...” Ashley looked first to see if anyone was watching, then hefted her breasts in her hands. “... it gapped open some when the buttons were undone. I probably shouldn't have, but I again went without a bra. I was pretty proud of how I looked and when we left the hotel, I already had two of the buttons undone.” As an aside, she threw in, “That was showing a bit more skin than I usually did at home.” Lies, lies and more lies.

Jill's eyes brightened as she visualized what her friend had looked like. Ashley could tell Jill was becoming more excited than critical. Ashley's enthusiasm returned.

“When Brad started taking pictures though, I wanted to show even more and undid the third button, which was near the bottom of my breasts.”

Jill's enthusiasm was building too, but she was still shocked by her friend's daring. “Jesus christ,” Jill spit out, “I mean, that is so hot!” Both gushed at the thought.

Ashley was becoming animated. “Just wait until you hear the next part,” Ashley said excitedly. “We attracted some male tourists who were more interested in watching a scantily clad teenage girl, than in looking at the historical ruins they had paid to see.

“They were watching from a distance, but when I undid the fourth button, they got closer, until they were just behind Brad who was still taking pictures.”

Jill tried to imagine herself in the same situation. “And you weren't wearing a bra?” she stammered, “Are you shitting me?”

“Uh, no... And I was kinda zoning out from all the attention,” Ashley bragged. “I'm not sure I really had any idea what I was doing. It was almost like I was drugged or something.”

“So what happened,” Jill asked, definitely on-board now, “Brad was like, encouraging you, wasn't he?”

“Yeah, sort of, I guess,” Ashley answered. “Most of the strangers had cameras and Brad suggested they take pictures too. I'm sure it never occurred to them that he and I were related.”

Jill's mouth hung open and Ashley talked faster. “The men snapped pictures and told me how I should pose. Brad was taking pictures too but he encouraged the others to tell me what to do. They wanted me to show more skin and soon I was fumbling with buttons again. It didn't matter to me that I was in a public place, or that most of the men were strangers, or that one of them was my stepbrother. The attention was like a drug. I craved more.”

Ashley took several quick breaths. She was obviously reliving the excitement of the moment. “I undid the fifth button. I was bare down the middle, almost to my waist. The insides of my breasts were very much on display and with all but one button undone, it was nearly impossible to keep both nipples covered... but by then I'm not sure I really cared.”

Ashley hesitated, waiting for a remark from Jill. Receiving only a head nod she raced on breathlessly.

“The men begged me to show more and their excitement turned me on. I'm sure I wanted to get naked. I popped the sixth button. That left only the button at the waist. I undid that one too. I pulled the top apart, baring my breasts and stomach and showing the top of my panties.” At least I had some on.

“Holy shit!” Jill exclaimed, “Don't stop.”

“I was going to leave the panties on but the jumpsuit was coming off. Then I remembered that my stepbrother was a part of the audience. I didn't really care that he might see me naked, but with him there, I felt like I should at least attempt some restraint.”

“Wow, I mean, I would guess so,” Jill gasped.

“Yeah, right. I rebuttoned the bottom two buttons, at least covering my panties, and ran for the car. The men hollered all sorts of nasty remarks but I'm sure, that when they looked at their photos later, they found they had already seen most of me. Brad slowly walked over to the car and got in.”

“My God, I hope you had at least buttoned up, or were your tits still hanging out?”

“Oh, no, they were covered, at least some. Five of the buttons were still undone though and I wasn't holding the jumper together. I did have clothes on, but there was still a lot of skin showing.”

Jill tried to arrest her excitement. “You should have buttoned up,” she said without it sounding like criticism.

“I know,” said Ashley, accepting the faux rebuke, “But I didn't want to. It was fun being dressed like that.” She grinned.

“You mean undressed,” Jill quipped with an envious tone to her voice.

“Whatever. As we drove back to the hotel, I looked through the pictures Brad had taken. There wasn't much of me that hadn't been photographed that day. Brad had taken at least a dozen pictures of my bare breasts. It was obvious that he liked seeing them as much as I liked showing them.

“While I looked at the pictures, I saw he was looking in my direction every chance he got. I had a lot of exposed skin and my nipples were barely covered. Still, it didn't seem to be enough.”

“Oh, my god, please don't tell me you took it off,” Jill said exasperatedly.

“No, I didn't take it off, but as I looked through the pictures, I leaned forward a little, fully exposing a breast and nipple.”

Jill's jaw dropped but she didn't say anything. Ashley continued, “Being my stepbrother and all, I suppose he should have been concerned about how I was dressed. But, if he was, he didn't act it. One could suppose, considering the pictures he had been taking, and the way he was looking at me now, that he was encouraging me to expose even more.

“It was as if he wanted to see just how far I would go. And I have to admit, I was beginning to wonder too.” Jill was also wondering. She listened intently as Ashley acknowledged, “Yes, I was his stepsister, but if he had asked, I probably would have stripped.”

“You mean you would have gotten naked in front of your stepbrother?” Jill stammered.

Ashley could see that Jill had gone from being the critical parent to wishing it had been her. Ashley knew what the answer needed to be and fortunately it was also the truth. “If he had asked, yes, I probably would have gotten naked. I wanted to get out of my clothes and if he hadn't been my stepbrother, I wouldn't have been wearing much more than a pair of panties anyway.

“No, I didn't take my clothes off, but I did leave them unbuttoned until we got near the hotel. It was obvious from the way he was looking at me that he was enjoying the view. He liked looking and I liked being looked at, so why should either of us have pretended otherwise.” Ashley knew she wasn't telling the whole story but Jill nodded, suggesting that she was buying it the way it was being told.

Ashley continued boldly with her heavily edited tale of the events. “As I said earlier, when I was packing I expected to be spending the next several days with Daddy, so I hadn't packed much in the way of sexy clothes. But having been photographed by Brad earlier in the day, with my breasts exposed, was something that both of us quite obviously had liked.”

Jill nodded her agreement. She was living the story as Ashley told it.

“I loved the attention I was getting, and not just from Brad either. Every guy we met stared appreciatively, especially when I was showing some skin. I'm sure they assumed Brad was my lover, and I wasn't about to tell them any different. Deciding what to wear for dinner that evening was a challenge.”

Jill continued to nod agreeably.

“The dinner dresses I had brought were mostly knee-length and high-necked. Not the kind of thing either of us was going to like very much. However, I did have a swimsuit coverup that was stylish enough to pass for evening wear. Since it was intended to be worn over a bikini, it had been made of rather thin material, was quite short, and had a plunging neckline. I put it on with nothing under but a pair of panties.”

Jill dreamed that some day she might have the nerve to dress that way too.

“It showed a lot of skin, nearly my entire chest and my legs almost to my crotch.” Actually, I wasn't wearing panties either, but I can't admit that to Jill. “And on top of that, my nipples and areolas showed through the thin material, I liked it and I was sure he would too.”

“Unless he wanted you to go naked,” Jill quipped.

“Yeah, well that wasn't going to happen,” Ashley said. At least not for dinner. “I stepped out of the bathroom, knowing I would get instant approval. He looked me over very appreciatively, but then surprised me by telling me it would probably be better if I wore something less revealing.” I can't believe I just said that.

Jill frowned. “For real?” she asked?

“For real,” Ashley lied. My nose has to be growing but I can't tell her how he really reacted. “I was shocked and confused. I did as he asked though and put on one of the conservative dresses I had brought.” Yeah, right.

“You probably put on a bra too, didn't you.”

“Yes, I still didn't understand why but I knew it was time to dress for church.” Believe that and I got a bridge I wanna sell you. “Over dinner I got a semblance of an explanation.”

“So tell me. What was going on?”

Now I am going to have to get really creative. “Brad explained that he liked to watch me show off. He said that I reminded him of the girlfriend he had last year. She liked to show off and he suspected that had a lot to do with how he felt about her.” Now what? “One time, like today, when they were out in a park together, he had taken pictures of her as she got almost naked in front of a bunch of strangers.” Is Jill really believing this shit? “Now, during the daytime, with other people around, he liked seeing me as he had seen that girl.”

Jill was listening intently, but beginning to think that something about the story didn't really ring true.

“Brad continued, saying that in the evening however, when it was just the two of us, particularly since we were sharing a room, we needed to be more careful and make sure he got into bed still thinking of me as his stepsister,” the one he loved to fuck.

“I was disappointed but I knew he was right.” It was okay with me if he wanted to leave his cock in me until it got soft. After all, “it was certainly better for me too, not to go to bed in a sexually excited state.”

Jill had serious doubts about the story she was hearing, but didn't want to call Ashley a liar. “I think you were getting conned. It's pretty obvious what Brad was after,” she suggested cautiously.

“I think you're wrong,” Ashley insisted. “He didn't need to con me. My hormones were raging big-time and I would have gone along with anything he wanted,” especially when his hand was between my legs, like it was during most of dinner.

“I believed what he told me. I knew now that during the daytime,” actually most anytime, “he liked being with a show-off and since I liked showing off he was not going to be disappointed,” and neither was I.

Jill saw that Ashley was not to be dissuaded from what she was saying. “Okay, so nothing happened that night, what about the next day?” she asked.

“As I said earlier, I didn't really have much to choose from, but I did have a bikini I hadn't worn yet. It was one of those string types that doesn't cover a whole lot. I had worn it around our backyard pool, but I had brought it on this trip in the hope that when we got to the beaches of France, I would have the nerve to wear it in public. I was sure now that I wasn't going to have that kind of problem, at least not in France, but we hadn't gotten to a beach yet, and I wasn't sure if we even had one on the schedule.”

Strongly suspecting that Ashley was leaving out the real truth, Jill just nodded.

“I put the bikini on instead of underwear but since we were going sightseeing, I had to cover it up with something. Everyone seemed to like my exposed skin, including me, so I put on a pair of low cut jeans and a tie top that left my midriff suggestively exposed. Brad for sure liked the bare stomach.”

“I'll bet,” quipped Jill.

“He even ran his fingertips across it. It's a good thing we were in a public place at the time. I'm not sure which of us liked it more.

“We stopped at several places for picture taking. I undid the few buttons on the tie-top early in the day. A couple of times, when no one else was looking, I unbuttoned the top button on my jeans. However, Brad had not seen the bikini and I still hadn't told him about it.

“Late in the day we stopped at a relatively secluded place. At least there were no other people around. While I posed for the first picture, I began to untie the blouse. “Brad's eyes bugged out of his head. I don't know what he thought I was wearing under it, but he sure was anxious to find out.”

“I guess so,” injected Jill, still thinking she knew what was really going on.

Ignoring the interruption, Ashley continued, “After I took the blouse off, I adjusted the bra cups on the bikini to expose as much skin down the middle as was decently possible. Then, with Brad still snapping pictures, I reached down and slowly unbuttoned my jeans.

“He had seen me do that before but was totally blown away when I continued on and lowered the zipper. The bikini bottom was tiny and barely visible when I started to slide my jeans down my legs. I got them down past my knees and stopped to let him take pictures.

“He must have kicked the camera into overdrive. He was snapping pictures so fast I thought the camera was going to burn up. It was obvious that he liked how I was dressed and I was thrilled by the attention I was getting. I had gotten rid of the blouse and had the jeans down around my ankles. I eventually slipped the jeans off my feet and got into the car wearing nothing but the bikini.”

Jill, once again caught up in the story, chimed in with, “Hot, hot, hot!”

“Oh yeah, it was hot alright,“ Ashley said, “most definitely a big hit. So much so that Brad said on the way back to the hotel that he was sorry that Europe's famous topless beaches were so far from the hotel. I have to admit, I was disappointed too. “

“You would have gone topless in front of your stepbrother?” Jill asked, not indicating how she felt about it one way or the other.

“Sure, why not? It isn't like he hadn't already seen my tits. He had.”

“Yeah, but that was just a brief glimpse. This would be for hours and on a public beach to boot.”

“That's what topless beaches are for,” Ashley answered smoothly. “Anyway, let me finish, you're getting ahead of me.”

Jill snapped back, “Forget the foreplay. You did go to bed with him didn't you?”

“My stepbrother? Nooo! Of course not! How could you even think that?”

“You mean that's not where you're going with this?”

“That's what was so amazing about the whole thing. I could be as sexy as I wanted, and I did want. He could be as lecherous as he wanted. He could even encourage my sexuality. But nothing was going to happen. We were still stepbrother and stepsister.

“Do you want me to quit,” Ashley asked.

“What? Oh no. This has got to be the hottest thing I've ever heard,” Jill answered.

Ashley slowly resumed, “He did remind me though that the hotel had a spa and although he said I should put the jeans and blouse on in order to walk through the lobby, he suggested that we might relax in the spa before dinner.

“Brad had to go to the room to get his swim suit so after I dumped the jeans and tie-top in the changing room, I went into the spa by myself.

“There were two guys lounging in deck chairs when I walked in. I guessed they were businessmen, probably fortyish. They acted excited by my presence. I'm sure it helped that so much of me was exposed. One of them remarked that it looked like I was about to fall out of my bikini.

“The comment embarrassed me but I did have their attention and I intended to keep it. I pretended to take the joke seriously and agreed that the bikini might need retying. Looking straight at them, I put my hands behind me and retied the top. I purposely took a long time doing it, acting as if I didn't realize how it was showing off my breasts.”

“You tease,” Jill accused jokingly.

“And loving it too,” Ashley responded. “Out of the corner of my eye I noticed Brad come into the spa. I called to him and asked him to help me. I wanted them to think that Brad was the boyfriend, but I didn't want them to think he was the protective or jealous type.”

“Of course you wouldn't want them to think that,” Jill said, her eyes lighting up. “That might ruin all the fun.”

“Right,” Ashley said, “Brad understood without me spelling it out for him. He said that from what he could see I didn't need any help. I finished tying the top myself and then took hold of the bottoms, sliding them a little lower on my hips, supposedly to make sure they were snug.”

“I'm surprised you didn't get raped,” Jill added.

“Me too. But there was something about the way those guys looked at me, Brad too, that was getting me terribly excited. I don't think it would have been rape. If it hadn't been for the hotel rules, the bikini would likely have disappeared in a heartbeat. The top for sure would have been gone, Brad or no Brad.

“We still had one more day and Brad had done some checking with the hotel. He told me there was a topless beach close enough for us to go to the next day.

“I asked if he expected me to go topless. He told me it was totally up to me. He would be okay with it either way. Even though he suggested that I wait until we were at the beach before making my decision, I had already decided.”

“Am I supposed to ask?” Jill said.

“I think you already know the answer,” Ashley replied. “The next day I put the yellow bikini on again. It didn't cover much but I was planning to be wearing even less once we got to the beach. I put the beach cover-up on over it. I felt really sexy and from the smile on Brad's face, I must have looked it too.

“Turns out the beach was only a short distance from the hotel and after we got there and I looked around a bit, I decided that whether or not a woman went topless was probably related to how she felt about her breasts. I was definitely proud of mine so it only took a couple of minutes for me to get the courage to join those that were topless.

“I'll bet Brad liked that,” Jill observed.

“Oh he was definitely enjoying the scenery on the beach but getting him to look at his stepsister's breasts without blushing was quite another matter.” More like I couldn't get him to stop looking. “He did eventually get to where he could look at me without turning red, but I was never able to get him to help me with the suntan lotion.” Oh my god is that ever a lie.

And Jill wasn't going to buy it either. “Yeah, I'll bet,” she challenged.

“No, really, he wouldn't do it. But he did like watching me do it.” That's an understatement. “After we had been there a couple of hours, he started reminding me regularly that I needed more suntan oil. No doubt he liked watching. He was particularly attentive when I spread it on my breasts.”

“I can imagine,” Jill chimed.

“Around noon,” Ashley went on, “When I was still trying to persuade Brad to help me with the suntan lotion, he shook his head no but pointed to the guy on the other side of me. The guy he pointed at was about twenty feet away, probably in his middle twenties. So far he hadn't said anything to us but he was definitely interested, at least in my breasts, as he had been looking our way quite a bit.”

“You mean to tell me that your stepbrother was actually suggesting you let a stranger rub suntan lotion on your almost naked body?” Jill asked with a look of astonishment.

“I guess so. I was surprised too. He must have realized how badly I needed some physical attention. I guess he thought that as long as he was there it wouldn't get out of hand. Besides I think he kinda wanted to watch anyway.

“I tried to talk to the guy but I guess he didn't speak English. Anyway, when I showed him the bottle of suntan lotion, he had no trouble understanding what I wanted. He was anxious to help but looked inquisitively at Brad to make sure it was okay with him. Brad nodded his assent.

“Holy shit,” Jill said, “you mean you actually let him do it?”

“I admit it was a bit weird, but it also seemed exciting,” Ashley said. “I did feel some sense of modesty though and thought it would be a good idea to cover up a little anyway. I pulled on an open front sweater and made a halfhearted,” very halfhearted, “attempt to cover my breasts. I didn't really cover much except my nipples.”

“My, how demure,” Jill said, her voice dripping with sarcasm.

Ashley ignored the remark and continued, “As I handed over the bottle of lotion I watched Brad's reaction. He smiled as the stranger began spreading lotion on my legs and thighs.

“What the stranger did with his hands was sensual, more like a massage. He brushed the edges of my bikini, but never further. His motions were so unhurried that he must have liked what he was doing as much as I did. “

“I would think so,” interjected Jill.

“While his hands stroked my legs and thighs his eyes roamed over the exposed flesh above. The sweater I had put on covered my nipples, but it came only to the bottom of my breasts. I had left it unbuttoned and it was very open. The insides and bottoms of my breasts were bare.”

“Sexier than if you'd been completely naked,” Jill remarked.

“He finished my legs and started on my stomach. I was a little nervous about this part but with Brad watching and so many others on the beach, I was pretty sure I didn't have to worry. The stranger's hands traveled over my exposed skin, from the edge of the bikini bottom, to the bottom of my breasts, then between my breasts, as far as my neck and and then back again.

“As he continued applying the oil his eyes flicked from one covered breast to the other. I'm not sure who was turned on more, him or me. He was even breathing heavily.

“I slowly began to raise my arms over my head. As I did, the sweater caught on my hardened nipples, then broke free and fell to my sides. The stranger's hands stopped as my breasts popped free, not a foot from his face.

“I made motions about needing lotion on my breasts. He stammered and tried to hand me the bottle but I shook my head no and motioned for him to do it. He looked again at Brad, and got another nod.

“You actually let a stranger play with your tits in public, and right in front of your brother? I'm not believing this!” Jill said in a low and authoritative tone.

“Stepbrother and you better believe it,” Ashley said, “because that's what happened. I was so turned on I didn't really care what anybody saw or thought.

“Rob had played with my tits some when we were going together, but always in private. I had never before even imagined having a man's hands on my breasts in broad daylight, and certainly not with Brad and other people watching.” Well... maybe at night in the swimming pool. “It was definitely the most erotic thing I've ever done.

“What he was doing to me had nothing to do with suntan lotion, it was all about sex. His fingertips stroked my nipples until they were like rocks. Then he circled my breasts with his hands, grazing the nipples lightly with his palms.

“I arched my back, closed my eyes and held my breath. I was about to have an orgasm. The stranger could tell that. He put both hands on my breasts and massaged them toward the nipples. As I began to tremble he gently squeezed the nipples between his thumbs and forefingers. I bit my tongue to keep from screaming out.”

“Oh my god! You mean you actually had an orgasm right there on the beach in front of Brad and everyone?” Jill couldn't believe what she had heard.

Ashley nodded. “When I realized how obvious it was, I got really embarrassed. Brad tried to make me feel better. He said I needed the release and shouldn't be embarrassed about it. I took the stranger's hands in mine and squeezed them. He got up and went back to his own towel.

“In spite of what Brad said, I was still embarrassed. I was sure everyone was talking about me and I wanted to leave. Brad agreed and we were soon on our way back to the hotel. In the car I asked Brad if he and Sally had ever gone to a topless beach together. He acknowledged that they had, and that there had been a stranger that time too. I could guess the rest.”

“You think Sally had an orgasm too?” Jill asked.

“Oh yeah. I'm sure of it. Brad was entirely too nonchalant about the whole thing for it to have been the first time. I kinda think he might have even planned it.”

“But...” Jill stammered.

“Don't you see? Sally was a free spirit sexually. He loved her, or at least had the serious hots for her. He wanted me to have the same attitude. He wanted me to be as free and easy about sex as Sally had been.” Boy did he.

“And you still think he was just being brotherly?” Jill said accusingly.

Ashley replied defensively, “Of course. He doesn't even have a girlfriend,” except me. “And with as much teasing as I was doing he must have been ready to explode.” Oh and when he explodes he cums all over the place. “Still we were sleeping in the same room, using the same bathroom, with each other twenty-four hours a day and he never once came on to me in any way.” Oh boy is that a lie! “Thats got to be brotherly.”

Jill had to agree. “Yeah, I guess you're right. I'm just having a little trouble believing it. I can't imagine how two people could be so into sex and yet resist so much temptation.”

“Well we did,” Ashley lied. “I learned a lot on that short trip to France, not so much about France itself, but a lot about me. I learned I liked showing off and being the center of attention.” I really liked the way Brad looked at me when I was naked. “I learned that being sexy was fun,” especially when it entailed sucking Brad's dick, “and I liked the way men looked at me, particularly when I wasn't wearing much. I liked being touched,” like when it was Brad's tongue on my pussy, “and I liked being a sex object.”

“Whoa... You like being a sex object.” Jill's voice had risen in disbelief.

“Uh huh, it's fun! You ought to try it.” But not with Brad, he's mine.

“Well I don't know if I would have the nerve to do even half of what you've done but...” Jill looked at her watch. “Oh shit, I've got to go. I was supposed to pick up my grandmother five minutes ago.”

“Come over to the house when you're done. You know where I live.”

“I do so want to, but I can't today, probably not for several days. I'm taking grandmother for some cataract surgery and knowing her she'll have me waiting on her hand and foot for the next few days.”

“Next week then.”

“For sure. I have got to hear more,” even if you are lying to me.