No Rules, Part 5 - Sex Stories

No Rules, Part 5

... 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 g iv e 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 ...