Natalie's Surprize Boat Part 2

Note : This story is completely fictional!

The morning sun rose slowly in the eastern sky and flickered it
brightening rays through the round portholes.

Tammy was sitting in the cockpit, dressed in her loosefitting
bikini. "By any chance, Kim, is your mom a late riser?"
"Yeah she is."
"I thought so. I'm gonna roust them." Going to the cabin hatch she slid it backwards. "Hey, you two, time to rise and shine."
In the cabin Natalie stirred. "Hey, Mark, it's morning already."
Undoing her nightgown she climbed out. "Come on now, honey, get out
of that bunk." She undid the cloth.
"Oh, mom," he sputtered wiping his eyes. Getting out of the bunk
he smiled at her. "Hey, thanks."
"Don't be silly, honey. I couldn't let you freeze."
"Well, thanks anyway mom." He slipped past her in the narrow cabin. "I gotta use the can." Entering he closed the door.
"Go ahead while I make some eggs and toast." Natalie began to crack some eggs and put some bread into the toaster. "You okay in
there, Mark?"
"No. How do you flush this thing?"
"I'll show you. It's really quite simple." She opened the door and stepped into the small confines of the head. Stooping down she
looked at Mark. "You might want to get closer so you can see."

Mark stooped, resting his arm on her bare knee, and couldn't take his eyes off his mother's blonde bush. He stared at it.
"Mark," Natalie said noticing where his eyes were looking, "it's
over here not on your mother's vagina. Now watch." She demonstrated
the technique of pumping the handle. "And remember only to pump it
twice." Standing up she said, "Now get dressed."

He smiled up at her, pausing to look again at the bush, as he got up. "Gee, mom, you're cute."
Natalie just smiled as she left the tiny room. Returning to making breakfast she glanced at Mark while he slipped on his suit.
"You know something?" He looked at her as she continued, "We really should buy you a new one. It's really getting tight on you, hon."
"Oh, it's okay, mom, really," he grinned. Setting up the small
settee table he inquired, "You gonna get dressed, mom or stay like 
that all day?"

"Oh, I guess I could if it'd make you happy," she answered as she
buttered the toast. "Watch the eggs, Mark, while I change."
"Okey dokey," he smiled at her. He was hoping she'd just take off
her nightgown in the cabin and not bother using the head to do it.
He hoped she'd let him see her without that nightgown. That his mother would simply take it off, without hesitation, letting him see
her completely naked. "Oh please mom," he thought, "just take it off
right here, right in front of me". Though he was hoping she would he was surprized when she did.
Natalie had her back to him when she removed her nightgown and
hung it in the locker. "Now where did I put that thing?" She turned to Mark, realizing she was letting him see her, and asked, "Have you seen my swimming suit, honey?"
His eyes checked her out as they looked past her. "Yeah, mom, it's there in the corner."
"Thanks, Mark," she smiled at him and turned around to pick it up.
Mark watched her bend over and got a good look at her twat. He couldn't help but smile as she pulled on her suit. He never thought
she'd allow him to see her naked like that but, in his thoughts, he
had dreamed of seeing her like that, and thanked her for the priviledge. 
Natalie came over to him. "How the eggs coming?"
"Fine, mom," he answered and glanced at her crotch just for the
hell of it. "Ah, mom," he ventured a finger, "you, ah, got some hair
sticking out."

"Sure can't have that, hon. I mean it wouldn't be proper now.
Would it?" Thinking a moment she couldn't help but smile. "Mark,
why don't you fix it?"
"Huh?" He had heard what she said but couldn't believe what he
heard.

"Sure, sweetie, you fix it. You can see better than I could."
Mark turned and, while he adjusted the crotch of his mother's suit, took the liberty of sliding fingers against her bush. He smiled
as his fingers slid on her soft blonde bush. He couldn't believe when
she beckoned his help again with, "Better make sure I'm okay on top,
too". He was eager to do that as well and, making sure her breasts
were sufficiently stuffed into the top of the one piece suit, he strayed his fingers against her nipples.
"Thanks, Mark, you're such a dear," she said kissing him on the
cheek. Sticking her head out of the open hatch she called, "Hey, you
two, come and get it." Sitting down at the small table they ate the
eggs and toast. After they were done Natalie remarked, "Now you guys
go out and play while mommy does the dishes. Okay scoot."

Kim returned to her perch by the bow while Tammy sat down in the
cockpit. Mark sat opposite her and, hoping for a peek, stared at her.
"Know something, Mark," Tammy mentioned casually as she stared at his crotch, "you got a nice little dickie there."
"Oh yeah?" He was startled by her comment. "When did you see it?"
"Last night in the cabin. I wasn't asleep."
"I thought you were, Tammy."
"Well, smarty, I wasn't. And it was so cute just hanging there."
Though a bit reluctant to ask he decided on a pondering question
anyway. "Care to show me yours?" Strectching his upper body he strained for a glimpsing peek. Though he could see a bit of her breasts he really wanted to see under the bottom. "What do you say
to that, Tammy?"

"Okay, but just a peek, mind you." She pulled the waistband away just enough to let him see the top fringes of her pubic hair. Smiling
at him she asked, "Satisfied now, you little twerp?"
"Not really," he said sitting back down.
"Well, that's all you get to see." She had taunted him and was smug in her demeanor.
Natalie came out of the cabin. "Okay, let's get underway. I got
the perfect little island to go to." Glancing forward she yelled to
her daughter, "Kim hoist the jib." Grabbing the tiller she smiled at
Tammy. "And you, young lady, you hoist the main." Thinking a minute she yelled forward, "And don't forget the anchor, sweetie."
"Yeah right, mom," Kim laughed.
"What about me, mom. What'll I do?"

"Just get over here and mind the tiller," Natalie answered as he slid on the seat towards the stern. Seeing his awkward position she
commented, "Geez, Mark, you can't sit like that." She pulled him
closer and, in the process accidentally touched his crotch, said, 
"Hold it like this, silly." Thinking a second she added, "Maybe, on second thought, you should stand up. Hold the tiller between your
legs." As he stepped over the tiller he was surprized that she goosed him as she pulled it down a bit more. "This way you can keep a better eye on the sails."
Mark looked forward, at the mast, and watched as Tammy pulled on the halyard. Her bikini had slipped a little and he could see a little of her crack. Concentrating on it he let the tiller slip to port. He heard a splash. "Man overboard," he yelled out thinking he
should warn his mother who was looking in a locker.

"What? Man overboard? But were're docked. Who fell in?"
"Mom, I think Kim fell in," Mark blurted out. "I'll get her."
"Yeah, you do that. Let me have that tiller before you really
cause some trouble."
"Sorry, mom, it was an accident."
"Yeah I know, sweetie. Just go and help your sister."

Mark went forward and knelt down by the pulpit. "Care for a hand,
sis?" he joked as he extended one.
"That would be nice," she couldn't help but laugh extending hers.
Pulling his sister out of the water could be fun if he played his
cards right. He'd pull her out so far and then reach down and boost
her fanny. He figured that, with her bikini wet, he just might get to cop a good feel. He reasoned that, if she wasn't careful about
getting out, he just might get to touch between her legs as well. His ideas played out better than he could have thought they would.
As Kim hoisted herself back on board, with his help, she fell against him causing him to fall backward. Unable to stop herself she
fell right on top of him. Her breasts squashed against his chest as
she felt his penis jam against her wet crotch. Getting up she simply said, "Thanks, Mark, for a minute I thought I'd drown."
"Yeah right, sis, ain't that deep."

"Well, I could have you know," she smiled as she adjusted herself. 
She made her way aft carefully on the narrow deck.
Mark followed, but not closely, as he delighted in seeing how her wet bikini clung to her butt creeping into the crack. "Damn," he
thought, "she's sure got a cute fanny".
"Have a nice swim, Kim?" Natalie asked as Kim sat down.
"Sure, why not?" Kim quipped as Tammy joined her side. Together
they watched as he, gingerly, made his way aft. Neither of them bothered to take their eyes off of him as they watched his penis
flop about in the tight lycra suit.
"Hey, Kim, you think I should?" Tammy whispered averting her eyes
for just a second.
"Yeah, go ahead," Kim answered in a whisper.
Just as Mark stepped down into the cockpit Tammy raised her arms,
in a ruse to stretch, and groped her hand against the covered suit.
She smiled as she felt his penis and balls as Kim laughed. "Sorry,"
she apologized, trying not to betray her little trick.

"Okay," he said stepping onto the seat. He crossed to the other
side and sat down. He couldn't help but look at his sister. Her wet suit betrayed more than she thought it could. Mark could plainly see the outline of her small breasts, the pouty nipples, and, happening to glance down, the wet bottom which creeped into her slit allowing him to see not only her puffy little mound but the outline of her slit
as well.
Natalie pulled on the sheet and pushed the tiller to port and the
boat swung away out to sea. "Whew, this is fun, ain't it?"
"Yeah, mom, great," Kim said as she sprawled her arms on the rail.
She was unaware of the fact that, in so doing, she gave her brother a
good look at her breasts. As her arms sprawled backward the bra tightened up proudly displaying her pouty nipples which poked against
the thin cotton material.

Mark decided to lay down on the seat, his head against the cabin,
hoping he just might get to see a little more. He reasoned that, if either his sister or her friend moved just right, he just might get to see under their bikini bottom.
"Hey you know, Kim, that's looks comfy." Tammy sprawled her arms on the rail tightening up her bra as well which afforded him a look at
her breasts as well. "Mark," she wondered, "would it be all right with you if I used you as a pillow for my feet?"
"Knock yourself out, Tammy, I don't care," he answered. He had 
ideas as to how she would move and wondered if she just might let him
see beneath her bikini, let him see more than just a little bit.

She didn't disappoint him. When she raised her legs upward he caught a fleeting glimpse of her pubic mound, her black thatchy fuzzy
pubic mound. He smiled and was surpized that she rested her feet on his swimming suit. Further adjusting her feet footing his crotch her suit slipped betraying more than just a glimpse. Mark couldn't believe his eyes as he saw more than even he had hoped for. Before she had just let him glimpse a bit of pubic hair but now she allowed
him to see her crotch completely uncovered. Trying not to betray his eyes he stared at it and her slit as well. He couldn't help but wonder if his sister was just a pretty.
Natalie just happened to look forward towards the jib and mentioned
matter-of-factly, "Tammy, aren't we a bit exposed?"
Tammy understood what she meant, considering the looseness of her
bikini, and quickly readjusted it. "Oh my god," she blushed.
"You really should get a new one, dear," Natalie suggested.
"Yeah, I know I should. But I don't have enough money for the one I want, Mrs. Evans."
"Then have your mom buy you one," Natalie replied. Then, as an
afterthought, added, "And, by the way, Mrs. Evans was my mother's name."
"Okay then I'll just call you Natalie," Tammy answered as Natalie
smiled back at her. "But my mom likes one piece suits."
"Well then just ask your dad, Tammy," Natalie couldn't help but
giggle.
"Oh he could care less," Tammy shot back.

"Oh, come on, Tammy," Natalie rebuked, "surely you don't mean that.
I'm sure if you ask him he'd buy you one."
"Oh yeah sure in my dreams. Shit, Natalie, though neither of my
parents swim my dad always says if you wanna swim, then skinnydip."
Natalie laughed. "Well, that has its merits you know."
"That's what my dad says," Tammy blushed.
Natalie just laughed then, looking forward, noticing the jib was hung up, ordered, "Someone tend that jib. It snagged the traveller."
"I'll get it mom," Kim said getting up. 
"Mark, why don't you give her some help. That traveller can be
a bear sometimes."

"Okay, mom," he said and went forward. "Hey, sis, I'll give you a hand with it. Mom says the traveller can be a bear?"
"Yeah and it looks like it's snagged good. We'd better try and free it together." She stooped down on the deck allowing Mark to see the rounded tops of her breasts and, as her bottom tightened, a nice look at her covered puffy mound. "Hey, you gonna help or just stand there?"
"Oh yeah, sure," Mark giggled and stooped opposite her. Grabbing
the jibboom he shoved it towards Kim. 
She prevented it from going over too far but did, inadvertantly, allow his hand to slam against her crotch affording him a generous groping feel. "Hey, watch the hands, huh.
"Sorry sis, I didn't mean too," Mark blushed an apology. He stood up and called out. "Okay now, mom?"
"Yeah, fine," Natalie answered watching the jib catch the wind.
Being a gentleman he helped his sister up. This was an opportune
time and he whsipered, "Hey, Kimmy, you got hair down there like Tammy does?"
"How would you know she does, you little weasel?" She rebuked grabbing his arm.
"I saw under her suit a little while ago," he answered smiling.
"Oh you did, did you?"
"Yeah, it was just before mom mentioned it." He smiled at her,
then giggling, asked again, "Well, do ya?"
"Maybe, but you'll never know," she couldn't but blush at his question.
"Suppose, just suppose mind you, that I do this," he said reaching
for the waistband of her bikini.
"You wouldn't dare, would you?"
Mark smiled at her, saw the fearful look in her eyes, and replied,
"Oh yeah sis, I would!" With a glint in his eye, a hopeful gleam, he
pulled the waistband away. He didn't merely satisfy his curiosity with a simple peek he drove his hand downward twirling his fingers
in her pubic hair. "Hey, Kimmy, nice bush you got."
She yanked his hand out. "How dare you. I'm telling mom."
"No, you won't, Kim," Mark chided her.
"You bet I will, Mark. And mom'll be pissed at you for sure."
Returning to the cockpit she approached her mother. Mark was apprehensive, even afraid, if she just might mention it to their mother. "Mom," Kim began.
Natalie interupted her daughter. "You get the boom untangled?"
"Yeah, mom, we did," Mark answered and looked at his sister with a
pleading eye.
"Yeah, mom, it's fine," Kim said, winking at Mark, and sat back down next to Tammy.
"Hey, mom," Mark asked, "we got anything to drink?"
"Sure. There's some soda in the icebox." She watched Mark step below. "Brign four of em," Natalie called below.
"Hey Tammy," Kim whispered, "wanna know what Mark did?"
"Yeah, Kim, tell me. Was it funny?"
"No, it wasn't funny, Tam," Kim whispered back. Looking her best friend straight in the eye she continued, "Mark touched me there."
"Hey, wow, did he enjoy it? Did you?"
"I'm sure he did, Tammy." She thought a second adding, "Yeah, you could say I did."
"Hey," Tammy whispered, "what say we get him back?"
"Oh yeah," Kim smiled, "you can bet on that."
"What are you two whispering about?" Natalie asked.
"Nothing, mom," Kim answered stumbling over the words, "just girl
talk."
Natalie just smiled noddingly. "Oh, that? I understand." She
turned her head forward looking around the cabin side for a better view.
Mark emerged from the cabin clutching four bottles. "I took the liberty to open them. Hope that's all right?"
"Yeah, Mark, that's fine," Natalie answered grabbing one and set it
in the holder on the rail. "Mark, let me take yours, too." She grabbed another and set it in the other bottle holder.
As he turned he handed a coke to his other hand. He could hear them giggling, even see them giggling, and wondered what they might be
giggling about. "Here you go," he said as he handed them each a soda.
"Oh, Markie, can I talk to you a minute?" Tammy asked patting the
cockpit seat and Kim moved over.
Sitting down he looked at her, glancing his eyes towards her bra.
"What?"
Tammy tried to think of a clever idea and came up with, "Well, I
was just wondering, just wondering mind you now, if you might terribly mind?"
"Terribly mind what, Tammy?" Mark asked trying to sneak a good peek
into her bra.
"What Tammy's trying to ask, silly," Kim butted in, "is what if we
did this?" She groped a hand into his suit.
"Oh that?" He smiled as Tammy slipped a hand in as well.
"You really wouldn't mind that, Markieboy?"
"Not really, girls, do you mind this?" He quickly slipped his hands into their suits as well fondling every inch, twirling his fingers in their pubic hair.
When Natalie glanced over they quickly removed their hands hoping she didn't see what they were doing. "So, anything interesting?"
"No, mom," Kim answered right off, trying to avert any suspicion her mother might have, and accidently blurted out, "everything's just
dickey."
"Oh okay," Natalie smiled back at them. "Doing a little exploring
are we?"
"Whatever do you mean, Natalie?" Tammy blushed at the thought of
possibly getting caught.
"Forget it, Tammy. We just might explore when we get to that island." Natalie winked a smile at Tammy and Kim. Then she huddled
herself up on the seat sprawling a leg down.
Not one of them mentioned it and enjoyed the glimpse of her pubic hair sticking out. As she scrunched herself a bit more they got to see more as she deliberately adjusted her suit. "So," trying to get their attention, "like the idea of exploring?"
"Oh yeah, sounds like a lot of fun," Tammy answered staring at the
Natalie's very much exposed vaginal mound.
"Oh good," Natalie answered readjusting her suit preventing any
further look, " I thought I might be the only one."
"On the contrary, mom," Kim added, "I like the idea of exploring."