Natalie's New Job Part 4

Note : This story is completely fictional!

Mark just stood there unable to forgo this opportunity. He had longed to see Kimberly like this, standing in front of him like she was, with no clothes on. He had to admit she had a very cute little figure. "Shucks, I don't know."
"What's the matter, you little twerp, afraid to give your sister a
hug?" She pulled him in closer, slung her arms around him and tugged him forward. Since he was a bit taller than she was his erect penis side upward on her stomach. She just smiled and moved her head, cautiously, closer to his. Goosing herself against him she felt his
tight ball sack against her clit. Moving herself inward a bit more she took the chance to kiss him.
Mark couldn't help but feel the little nodule poking against his
sack. He kissed her back, granting him the opportunity to rub her
breasts on his chest, against his nipples, and he was surprized when
her nipples poked him. He released himself from her clutches and looked at her. Her nipples had swelled up a bit and, as he looked down at Kim's crotch, he could see the small nodule sticking out. "Hey, Kimberly, what's this thing?" He touched her slightly exposed clit with a finger.
Kimberly couldn't help but squirm when his finger touched her little clit. "I really don't know," she replied, "but would you mind
taking your finger off of it." Pulling back his dry finger back caused her to cry out. "Mom."
Natalie came over to them. "What's the matter, sweetie."
"Mom," Mark advised still trying to dislodge his finger from the
small nodule, causing Kimberly to cry tears of pain, "I can't get my finger off."
Natalie surveyed the situation carefully. "You didn't touch her
clit with a dry finger did you? Don't tell me you did that, Mark."
"I guess I did, mom. Is that a problem?"
"You bet it is. I have no idea what I'm going to do."
"Mom," Kim requested tearfully, "it hurts."
"I know it does, Kim. Just e patient and don't squirm. Mommy'll
think of something." Natalie pondered various ways including pouring some beer against Kim's clitoris and Mark's stuck finger. But she had concerns with that notion. The beer contained alcohol which just
might aggrevate Kim's discomfort. "Let's see," she finally decided,
"if I can do this."
"Mom, what are you thinking of doing?" Kim asked, tears now streaming down her cheeks. "Oh god, mom, it hurts."
Resting a hand on her shoulder Natalie announced her ideas. "Kim,
this could be a little painful but I'm going to try." Looking at Mark she made a simple request. "Mark, steady me so I don't fall."
"How, mom?" Mark had no idea what she was going to do and had no
idea how he should hold his mother to prevent her from falling. He wasn't sure but, he figured, she had requested his assistance for a 
specific reason. He wondered if, if she dislodged his finger too quickly, it might hurt his sister and he didn't want that to happen.
"Mark, just prevent me from falling," Natalie replied, "I don't care how you do it, just don't let me fall." Bending over she spread her legs and moved closer to them. "Mark, just grab me around my waist, huh?"
As Mark grabbed his mother around her waist, his hand resting on
the rounded top of her fanny, she stuck out her tongue and strained forward. "Crap," she sighed loudly, "this isn't working."
"Mom," Kim cried, "it hurts."
"Just be calm, honey, and mommy'll figure something out." Still
bending over she had teh chance to see not only her daughter's emerging clit but Mark's finger stuck on the small nodule. Pondering
the situation carefuly she came up with an idea. She had intended it
before but was unable to do it. The only option she had, to do what she was intending, was to allow Mark to move his hand. Move his hand
between her legs. "Mark," she said, "you gotta do this."
"Do what, mom?" he questioned realizing his sister was still crying, tears streaming down her cheeks. He knew he was causing her
pain but he didn't know why and he was sorry. Though he thought she
was a dweeb she was his sister and he did love her, most of the time
anyway."
"Mark, don't give my any objections. Put your hand between my legs." He protested a bit though he didn't know why to which Natalie
rebuked, "Crap, Mark, just do it and damn the torpedoes."
Mark realized that, considering his mother's request, he'd be able to rest his hand against that blonde bush. Slipping his hand between her legs he crotched his hand tightly against his mother's
vaginal mound savoring the feel of the soft blonde hair. He smiled.
Being held properly now Natalie could bend further down. With her tongue extended she licked his finger and slithered it against Kim's
exposed clitoris. Salivating both his finger tip and her daughter's
nodule for a few minutes, as her tongue continued to lick, she grabed his finger and pulled it away. Standing up she, not thinking about where his hand was, being more concerned with Kim's discomfort,
allowed him a groping feel of her sexuality inadvertantly allowing a finger to slip a little past her vaginal lips.
Kim, still crying, grabbed her mound trying to soothe the pain.
"Oh, mom, it still hurts."
Natalie came over to her daughter. "Kim, it'll be okay in a little
bit."
"But mom, it hurts so bad. Why?"
"Because your brother touched your clitty with a dry finger. It'll stick if it's not wet." Looking at her she requested, "Let me
see if it's okay, sweetie." 
As Kim removed her hands from her mound, Natalie stooped directly in front of, and, licking her finger, probed her mound. Mark was watching. Coming over to Kim he embraced her side, and apologized,
"I'm sorry, Kim, I didn't mean to."
"Kim, it's not bleeding or anything like that so I guess it's okay." Turning to Mark she said, making sure she had his attention,
"See for yourself, Mark, you didn't hurt her."
Pushing him down, directly in line with his sister's fuzzy blonde mound, he was surrpized at the detail he could see. Not only could he
see her slit plainly but that little nodule, her clit, that was retreating back under its protective hood. It fascinated him as he watched the pink head disappear from his view. He heard a comment from his mother that took him by surprize.
"Sweetie, like her clitty. If you get a reaction from her then she's okay."
Mark looked up at his mother taking advantage to admire her breats
which he continued to stare at, those breasts of hers that just hung out in space. "What if I don't?"
"Well, Mark, if you don't then we got a serious problem. And Kim
will have to see a doctor."
"Mom, you mean that? Seriously?" Kim asked, frightened at the thought.
"Absolutely, Kimberly," Natalie replied, "and I might add you can't wear any clothes." Kim looked at her in surprize, as did Mark,
and she settled their questions quickly with, "Because, Kim, that means you got clititus and you can't put anything against it."
Advising Mark, she bent down at little, dangling her breasts right in his face, "You better hope you get a reaction from your sister, young
man. For her sake." Standing back up she, out of their direct line
of sight, smiled to herself. She was kidding about what she said and
the fact that they fell for it amused her. "Mark, you better do it."
"Yeah, Mark, I don't wanna see a doctor." As his tongue stuck itself out, licing her slit, he was greeted, as he slittered it against the little hood, that his sister's clit peeked out a little to
greet it. As his tongue glided across the emerging pink head Kim
cried out, "Oh god, oh god Mark, don't stop!"
"Oh good," Natalie shouted out in gleeful enjoyment watching Kim convulse as Mark's tongue probbed her, "you're okay." Watching his tongue gave her some wild thoughts of her own. "Hey," she said stepping right next to them, "Mark, how about putting your hand right here." She rubbed her hand on her crotch.
"Why mom?" He took a moment away from enjoying the sensation and
looked up at her. 
"Oh shit, Mark, you're going to make her come. Why not me?"
"How do I do that, mom?" He had to ask as he had no idea as to what do.
"Oh Mark, you're silly." Giggling she added, "Just rub mommy's
pussy." As his hand reached up she bent down so he could get a better feel and reached for his erect penis. "You continue to lick
Kim's little pussy, and rub your hand all over mine, while I do this." She began to stroke his penis and giggled, "Maybe we can all come at the same time. Wouldn't that be exciting!"
Mark's tongue continued to excite Kim as his hand begain to probe
his mother's sexuality causing her to squeal in delight. He was surrpized when she stopped her stroking, reached down removing his hand. "What's wrong, mom?"
"Nothing, Mark," she replied as she laid down on the floor and scooted herself under them. "Now we'll continue." She pulled his hand back down, against her blonde forest, and began stroking his
hard shaft again. "That's beter," she cooed.
Mark's tongue slid down Kim's exposed slit and probbed against her
vaginal lips daring itself to probe a bit deeper. As his tongue slipped into her she screamed and squatted herself against it, heightening her delight at the sensation. Sensing her delight he decided to feel if his mother would delight at the sensation. So, carefully, he slipped a finger past her exposed lips and drove it deep. He felt moisture dripping against it and could taste liquid
on his tongue as well.
"Oh, Mark, oh Mark," Natalie cried pumping herself against the intruding finger as she stroked faster. Arching her back she pulled
his penis towards her mouth and slid her tongue against its tip.
Feeling precum on her lips she smiled and tried to get closer to it.
Mark took a slight breather and inquired, "Mom, what the hell you
doing anyway?"
"Mark, just do your sister and don't worry what I'm doing." She returned to licking his penis trying to swallow it as best she could.
"Oh mom, I'm cumming," Kim cried out as a light colored liquid dripped from her vagina right onto Mark's still probbing tongue.
Mark continued to lick deeper into her as his finger continued to
pump itself deeper into his mother. He felt her convulse as well, as she sucked even harder on him, and sprewed her clear cum out washing his hand in the process. 
Within minutes, as she continued her blowjob on Mark, she felt his
hot sticky eruption into her mouth. Swallowing all he could give her she scooted backward and got up. Wiping her mouth she remarked, "Now
that was fun."
There was a knock on the kitchen door. Natalie licked her fingers gaining a little more enloyment from his salty goo. "Mark, see who that is."
Mark grabbed his towel and, girding himself with it, looked at the
clock on the mantel. It was just past 1:30. He trooped his way towards the kitchen and pushed open the door. "Who is it?" He called thought the curtained glass of the back door.
"It's me, Mark," answered Betty. Can I come in?"
"I guess," he replied opening the two locks on the back door. As
she entered the room he knew she was looking at his attire. "What's
up?"
"I really do hate to bother you like this but Bill got called out
of town. And since I'm going with him I was wondering if it'd be alright if Tammy and Jim stayed for awhile."
"Well, I don't know really. Let me check with my mom." He turned toward the swing door and remarked, "Wait here."
"Don't worry, Mark, I won't go anywhere."
Peeking his head from the kitchen he called, "Hey, mom, can you come in here a second?"
"Sure, sweetie, but what's wrong?" She saw his insistant eyes and decided she'd better check. So, picking up Kim's terrycloth robe she
put it on. "Let me use this, huh?"
"Sure, mom, go ahead," Kim acknowledged the request and sat down on the couch. "I'll just wait right here."
Entering the kitchen Natalie greeted happily, "Hi Betty, anything
wrong?"
"No, not really, Natalie," Betty replied, "but we do have a little
problem." Natalie was inquisitive to her friend's needs. Betty continued with her plight, "Bill and me are leaving town. Sudden
convention and I was just wondering if the kids could stay with you."
"Sure, delighted to have them," Natalie beamed.
"Thanks alot, Natalie, Dave and me were in such a dither about that. Thanks I'll call them." She waved out the back door. "Come on you two, Mrs. Evans says it's okay." As Jim and Tammy came into the kitchen Betty couldn't help but gush, "Thank you ever so much,
Natalie. This is a blessing." As she retreated through the back door she glanced again at Mark's scanty toweled attire and at the short robe that Natalie was wearing. "Bye," she said, "and thanks again." 
Tammy looked at her brother aand then at Natalie. "I won't even ask."
"Oh, it's okay, Tammy," Natalie commented with a giggle, "Mark and I just finished out baths when we heard the knock."
Jim couldn't help but laugh. As he looked at both of them, he
just couldn't help but wonder. "You didn't take one together did you?"
His remark caught Natalie by surprize. As she let it sink in she,
too, couldn't help but laugh. "Hell no, Jim."
Tammy couldn't help but stare at their attire. She was especially
enthused by Mark's little white towel. Though she lived with two guys she still wondered what the tool looked like. Sure she had seen it, kind of exposed, when Jim wore his swimming suit. But she had never seen it uncovered and she would really like to see what it looked like, maybe even get the chance to touch it. But she was to shy to ask so she confronted Natalie about her attire instead. "So you just finished a bath, huh?" Seeing Natalie's nod curiosity smothered her brain and she blurted out, "So what you wearing under that robe?"
Feeling frisky, much to her surprize, Natalie remarked, "Come over hear, Tammy, and find out," thinking a moment she added, "if you dare."
Tammy came over checking out the covered woman standing directly in front of her. Practically standing right on top of her she reached out her hand and slipped it beneath the robe. Natalie didn't flinch as Tammy's hand groped against her soft bush. "Ooh," Tammy
smiled up at her, "that's nice." Turning to her brother she couldn't help but say, "Hey, Jim, you gotta check this out." Feeling a bit
apprehensive about her remark she returned her inquisitive eyes towards Natalie. "You wouldn't mind, would you, Mrs. Evans?"
Natalie looked at her and then past her at Jim. "Oh no, not in the
least. Why should I mind?"
"I'm glad you don't mind, man," Jim interjected stepping forward.
As his hand reached towards the robe he commented, a slight blush encompassing his face, "I ain't never felt, well, ya know, there."
"Be my guest, Jim," Natalie said grabbing his hestitating hand,
"check it out." He drove his hand beneath the robe letting him savor
the sensation of touching her forest even letting his finger probe against her lips." Removing his hand after a few seconds she smiled at him. "Well?"
"Hey, that's cool, Mrs. Evans. Thanks." He grinned at her and then joined his sister's side again. Putting his hand by his side he
slapped it lightly against her crotch. "Hey, Tammy, you got hair on
yours?"
Tammy blushed a crimsom hue of embarassment and answered sheepishly, "You'll never know."
"Well, she does," he answered pointing at Natalie. He grinned at his sister. "Sure be nice to see if you do."
"Yeah, sure," Tammy blurted out, "in your dreams."
"Hey, where's that sweet Kimberly?" Jim asked as he scoped the room especially the robed figure but checking out the toweled one as
well.
"She's in the den, Jim," Natalie replied. "Say, didn't you date her a few times?"
"Yeah, a few times I guess. Didn't get past first base."
"Oh?" Natalie questioned adding, "What is that supposed to mean?"
"Shit, mam, she wouldn't even let me touch her." That said he
couldn't help but look at Mark who was standing at the counter. "Hey, dude, what's up?"
"Nothing," Mark replied.
"Yeah, I bet it is. You got a hot momma here. I bet it is up."
Stepping towards the counter he advanced his thoughts deliberately,
"Hey, I bet you got a nice package, dude." Without hestitation he
drove his hand under the towel. Smiling he remarked, "Man, you got a
great package." Throwing Mark's embarrassment aside he ripped the towel off. "Hey, Tammy, check out this package."
Happily, finally getting the chance to see, Tammy couldn't help but stare. "Gee, that is nice, Jim. Mark, mind if I check it out a
bit closer?" Mark shook his head negatively as her hand fondled against his genitals. "Gee, really nice."
"Sure, easy for you to say," Natalie gleaned.
Tammy grinned at her, a hint of what she meant, "What is that supposed to mean?"
Putting her hands on her hips Natalie confronted her directly.
"Well, let's just say that not only you, but your brother as well, got
to feel up my coochie."
"Yeah so?" Tammy questioned.
"So nothing, young lady." Swaying her hips, flapping the robe letting both Tammy and Jim see beneath, she stepped directly in front
of Tammy. "So, young lady, care to let me check yours out?"
Though not surprized she was a bit shocked at what Natalie had said. "You want to put your hand on my coochie?"
"Sure do, sweetie." Without warning Natalie shoved her hand behind the waistband of Tammy's pants, drove it beneath the elastic of
her panties and probed her hand against her pubic mound. Slipping down her slit she crucked a finger a bit allowing her the right to check out Tammy's vaginal canal. Retrieving her hand she smiled at
her. "Hey, you got a nice bush growing there, Tammy."
Jim smiled at the thought. If Natalie was telling the truth then
she had hair on that sexual thing between her legs. He beamed in delight and smiled at Tammy. "So, you do have hair on your puss, eh
sis?" 
Tammy blushed as she looked at him. "Yeah, so what." Thinking a
moment herself she just blurted out, "Wanna see?"
"Sure, Tammy," he replied.
"And I suppose you'd like to see under this, too, huh?" She pnched a finger at her shirt.
"Sure, Tammy, I'd like that." Jim remarked eyeing her figure.
"So would I!" Mark said excited at the thought.
"Yeah sure, why not," Tammy replied and began to unbutton her shirt. Suddenly, after two buttons, just exposed a hint of her bra, she stopped. "In your dreams, both of you."
"Geez, Tammy," Natalie advanced her thoughts, "what's so special about you anyway? You ain't got nothing I ain't got." Throwing any
embarrassment she might harbor to the winds Natalie undid the tie on
the robe and flung it open. "Now, Tammy, unless you got something I
don't have why don't you let us all see."