Natalie's Surprize Boat Part 3

Note : This story is completely fictional!

Natalie laughed nudging the tiller a little. "You'll like this little island. Kinda like a desert island."
"Anything there to see besides sand?" Tammy inquired hoping for,
maybe, a bit of shade. "Maybe some little critters or anything?"
"Sure, Tammy," Natalie answered as she tacked against the wind and made sure the jib followed without snagging again. "There's this real
cute little critter called a maweenie."
"Huh? You making that up mom?" Mark ventured cupping some water as
the boat tipped slightly. He threw it at his mother.
"Mark, you never studied that in biology?"
"Neither did we, Natalie," Tammy chimed a comment. "What kind of
little critter is the maweenie?"
Mark was pondering the unusual creature and, though he had never
heard of it before, began to suspect what his mother meant. But he
just didn't want to voice his ideas in the event he just may be wrong about his assumptions.
"Tammy, the maweenie is about this long," she demonstrated its size with her fingers, "and it likes to run in thickets."
"What kind of thickets, mom?" Kim asked, intriqued by the chance to see the usual animal.
Natalie watched as the mainsail tacked again, followed by the self-
tending jib, and laughed, "Well, honey, the thickets are kinda small,
you might say they look like little bushes mostly."
"Ever seen one before, mom?" Mark asked, a bit perplexed at her
seemingly random silly comments.
Natalie couldn't help but giggle, with her back to them as she
looked past the cabin side, and answered, "Maybe a few times but I'm not sure." Turning her back into the cockpit she tried to keep from
laughing and added, "It's kind of elusive."
"Is there a chance we might see one?" Tammy asked, her curiosity peeking.
"Oh, it's hard to say Tammy," Natalie answered, "they usually are
quite small."
"Hey, mom," Mark butted in, "you've seen this critter huh? What does it look like?"
"Well, sweetie, that's hard to say. I really didn't see it too clearly."
"Oh, come one, Natalie," Tammy chided, "stop jawing about it and
try to describe it, will ya?"
"Well, Tammy, I'll do my best. Let's see, how can I describe it?"
Natalie thought for a few minutes then continued, "Let's see it's got
two little feet and a short neck." Not wanting to betray any real secrets about the elusive little creature she added, "Just wait until
we get to the island. You might get the chance to see one," pausing a moment she continued, "but like I said they are elusive."
They sailed on, enjoying the southerly breeze and the warm sun, for
a few hours. Around noon Natalie suggested they heave to for a little
something to eat. There were no objections so Natalie had Kim go forward to douse the jib (its self-tending nature a nuisance when hove to) and, carefully, steered the boat into the wind. 
As the mainsail luffed she suggested, casually, "Tammy, how about giving Mark a hand with getting that down?"
As Mark sprang to the mainsail Tammy agreed, "Yeah, maybe I should.
It's kinda a bear to get up, probably a nightmare to get down."
"Thanks. And you guys be sure to flake it properly." Looking forward she commanded, "Hey Kim, be a little neater with that jib."
Mark, assisted by Tammy, got the mainsail down, though a bit slowly, flaking it sufficiently thus preventing it from falling haphardly on the cabin top. As Tammy bent over the wiasthigh boom to
gather it Mark reached over also. As he did so his hand slipped off the dacron sail.
Due the openness of it he could see her tiny breasts and their nipples. "Hey nice," he thought and wondered whether he should attempt a feel. He could always say it was an accident if she objected. He reached over the boom, with her still in the same position, and slipped his hand beneath her bra. It slid easily against a breast allowing his fingers to glance against a pouty nipple.
She looked at him but didn't say anything. She merely stepped backward, causing his hand to slip out, and stood up. "Well, I think that should be okay. Don't you think so, Mark?" She smiled.
"Yeah, fine, Tammy," he quipped stepping back into the cockpit. He, gentlemanly, helped Tammy back down. Though he thought of goosing her he decided against it and sat down.
Natalie had been in the cabin, having lashed the tiller and had not see anything. But Kim, on the other hand, had the chance to watch as they let down the mainsail. She joined them in the cockpit and sat next to Tammy.
"Hey, Tammy," she whispered softly, "why'd you let him touch your
boob?"
"Now why would I let him do that? Huh?"
"Oh, come on, Tammy, you know it was intentional."
"Oh, don't be silly, Kimmy, it was an accident. His hand slipped
on the sail." Turning to Mark she just smiled at him. "Wasn't it,
Mark?"
"Yeah, sure, Tammy, just an accident," he stammered.
"See, I told you," Tammy exclaimed quite amused at what he actually done.
Natalie returned to the cockpit with some sandwiches. "Tammy," she beckoned, "be a dear and get the sodas."
"Okay," she said backing down the small ladder. A few seconds later she called from below. "Where's the opener, Natalie?"
"It should be in the drawer under the table, dear," Natalie answered.
"It ain't there," Tammy lamented.
"Geez, Mark," Natalie scolded, ordering him below, "get your skinny butt below and find it."
As he stepped below Tammy produced the bottle opener. "I found it in the locker. Great place to hide it." She laughed. "Would you mind opening them? I would but I'm such a klutz." Mark admitted to her that he had trouble with the opener. "Okay, tell you what, I'll hold the bottle while you open it. Okay?" 
Tammy sat down on the bunk holding the bottle. Mark popped the cap easily. Three more bottles to go as Tammy set the first one between her legs. "There, that's so it won't spill." After the other three bottles were opened, having kept each one clamped by her legs, Tammy said, "Okay, now take them. And, for god's sake, don't
spill em."
"Why don't you just hand them to me?" Mark asked.
"Cause Tammy is a klutz is why, silly," she smiled.
As he reached for the bottles a wave jostled the boat causing him
to fall forward. The sudden lurch caused his hands to slip right past the four bottles and against her bikini. It palmed openly against her puffy mound. Regaining his stance he retrieved the bottles and they went back topside.
"Sorry about that," Natalie apologized.
"Oh that's okay," Tammy said, "we did okay. Didn't we, Mark?"
"Yeah, we did okay," he answered smiling at her. She had to feel his hand against her crotch and, yet, she didn't say anything. Did she secretly allow him the priviledge? Afterall she intentionally backed down into the cabin allowing him a glimpse of her breasts.
"Okay, you guys eat while I tend the sails," Natalie said as she
hoisted the mainsail. Hoisiting the jib, and noticing Mark was near
the tiller, she added, "Kim unlash the tiller and do be careful."
She knew that Mark was nearer the tiller but, as she made her way aft,
hoped for a little excitement.
Mark was laying down on the seat with his head cushioned by his arms. He didn't intend to move even though Kim was insisting. "Shit no, sis, I'm comfy, go around me."
"Damn you," she blurted out as she bent over to release the other
side. 
As she strained to reach over him she had to bend much lower than she had hoped she would have to. This gave him the perfect chance to, if things worked out right, to check out his sister's breasts as well. His thoughts of luck held as her bra fell away from the top which allowed him the chance to see most of tehm. His luck got even better as, because she needed to stretch over him to release the line, her bikini shifted. 
Kim was unaware, as she bent over him, that his eyes were staring at her exposed bare spot. Shifting himself a little allowed a finger to glance against it. "There, got it, no thanks to you," she quipped and stood back up. As she stood up the bikini plopped back.
Natalie stepped back into the cockpit. "Okay, excuse me Kim while I get the tiller." Grabbing the tiller she freshened the course.
"Shouldn't be long. Maybe an hour until we get there."
"I can't wait to see that little maweenie," Tammy exclaimed.
"Neither can I," Kim echoed enthusiasm. "Tell me, mom, is it a friendly critter?"
Natalie was amused that not one of them had caught onto her joke. "Well, sometimes it is." After about an hour she said,
"Land ho!"
Trying to be a salty guy, Mark sat up and asked, "Where away?"
"Three points on the port bow," Natalie said acting just as salty. "Mark douse the jib while I luff the main."
Mark made his way forward and started to bring down the jib. However, as luck would have it, the boom jammed. "Mom, it jammed," he called aft.
"Shit, not again! Tammy, go and help him," Natalie made the command causing her to spring forward. 
Arriving forward Tammy lamented, "Your mother should really fix this stupid thing."
"Yeah, tell me about it," Mark agreed as he smiled at her. He couldn't believe what he saw. In her haste forward her bikini had slipped down quite far exposing about half of her black fuzzy bush. He didn't say anything as she assisted him in freeing the wayward boom hoping it might slip further.
"Let me grab it while you free the line, Mark," Tammy suggested as she stopped to grab the boom.
Mark delighted at what he saw. Her bikini, having slipped down, allowed him to see quite a bit considering his position on the foredeck. As he reached for the line, to free it, his fingers strayed toward her. Freeing the line just right allowed him to swipe his fingers against her slightly exposed mound. He allowed himself the priviledge to twirl his fingers in her black bush goosing her slit in the process. 
Tammy looked at him in surprize and giggled. Her movement caused his hand to slide against it. "There you go, Mark, now you can bring it down better." 
Trying to be funny, he quipped, "You mean that, Tammy?"
"No silly, the jib," she laughed knowing, seeing the cheshire grin, full well what he meant. 
Her laughter allowed him a generous grope allowing him to savor every inch of black fuzzy mound. As he stood up her movement caught him by surprize allowing her hand to glance against his lycra suit.
"Touchy feelie Tammy?"
"Yeah, well, maybe a little," she giggled standing up and pulling up her bikini. Together they got the jib down and Mark followed her back to the cockpit.
"Sure took you long enough up there," Natalie winked at them.
"Well, we had a bit of trouble with it," Tammy answered smiling at Mark. "You know, Natalie, you really should have a look at that thing." She smiled at what she said, what she meant, and beckoned Natalie's eyes towards his crotch.
"Maybe I check it out, Tammy," Natalie just smiled. Turning the boat into the wind Natalie had Kim and Tammy douse the main. Being mindful of the centerboard she heard it creak upward as the boat beached itself on the soft sand. "We have arrived. All ashore that's going ashore.
Mark jumped ashore first. He thought it would be nice of him to help them off considering the gunwale was about four feet off the sand. "Okay, sis, you first." He reached up, as she sat on the rail, and grabbed her waist. As she slid off his hand slid upward sliding fondly past her breasts. He wasn't the least bit surprized when her hand probed against his suit.
He turned his attention next to her best friend. In his mind Tammy was a frisky gal. Assisting her off the boat proved an adventure in itself as she slipped too fast off the rail causing them both to fall. She fell against him into the soft sand causing his penis to crush against her and her small breasts into jam into his chest. 
"Okay, mom, I'll help you down, too," Mark beckoned her. Sitting on the gunwale allowed him to see how really tight her suit was. It was quite tight around her crotch allowing him, and the others as well, to see the puffiness of her crotch. "Come on already, mom."
"Yeah, okay," she giggled, spreading her legs. She slid off the boat and slid herself against Mark in the process. Their crotches ground against each other. Gaining her footing on the sand she laughed, "Let's all see if we can find the maweenie."
"Where should we look, Natalie?" Tammy asked, not quite sure what it was.
"Well, try looking around the bushes a little," Natalie said.
"I feel like sunning myself. So, go ahead. Try and find it." Natalie laid herself on the sand cupping her head in her hands. "Oh, that's comfy."
Out of curiosity, Kim asked, "Mom, is this really deserted? No one else around?"
"Yes, sweetie, we're the only ones here."
Trying an idea she suggested, "You might consider, well, you know, a real tan."
"Oh," Natalie caught her daughter's drift, "you mean a complete tanning?" She laughed adding, "One without tan lines?"
"Well, you might consider it, mom," Kim giggled an answer.
"You wouldn't mind?" Natalie quizzed her daughter.
"Not in the least, mom," Kim shot back and then winked at Mark.
"Okay then, no tanlines," Natalie jested as she began to get up. 
"Oh, screw it, I'm way too comfy." Eyeing each of them she teased,
"Maybe I should reconsider. Unless one of you wants to help me get my suit off."
Tammy butted in, a little risque in her words, "Mark, help your mother, Kim and me will look for that little critter." Grabbing Kim's hand they bounded off over the dunes.
"Mom," Mark said looking down at her, "were you serious?"
"Well, if you want to help them find the maweenie I could do it myself," Natalie replied. "But I am quite comfy."
Mark looked towards the sand dune and then back at his mother.
"Well, seeing you're that comfy, I guess I could help."
"Thanks, sweetie, you're such a dear," Natalie praised. "Oh, one thing, Mark." He looked at her with big questioning eyes as she continued, "Could you throw some water on me? I'm kinda warm." 
"Yeah, I guess," he answered and returned to the boat. Retrieving a bucket from the small galley he scooped a bucket full of water.
"Here ya go, mom," he said soaking her with three gallons.
"Gee thanks," she grinned, "you didn't need that much. I meant just a cup, silly." Looking up at him she smiled, "Well now, no thanks to you, this suit will stick."
"What should I do then?" Mark wondered as he looked at her. Her suit was soaked, dislaying her quite well, and he smiled admiring every inch.
"Well, since you were so kind to flood me so much, you're gonna have to peel it off." She had him stoop and undo the neck strap. "Now then, don't yank it since the suction could hurt." She told him how to acheive the removal without causing her undue stress.
Mark was surprized at her suggestions. Slowly he pulled down the top and, sticking his hands into the top, palmed his hands against her breasts crushing against her nipples and, pushing off them, freed her breasts from the suit.
He was surprized she was allowing him to touch her like that. He had seen her body, but the idea of actually touching it, enthused his thoughts. As he continued towards her stomach his excitement grew as his hands moved closer towards the hairy blonde forest between her legs. He hestitated.
"Oh come on, Mark, you almost got it," Natalie beckoned a tease.
"Okay, mom," he smiled, his face turned away from hers, and slipped his hands downward.
"I should tell you, Mark, it will really stick there. So do take it slowly."
Mark nodded as his hands caressed her pubic hair. Considering his thoughts he took his time allowing his hands to probe, to fondle, every inch. As his hands slipped deeper, to between her thighs, she raised her fanny off the sand. Alarmingly an errant finger grazed against her bare lips as he slipped the suit off. He tried to apologize for the slight transgression but she shushed him. In the excitement of the moments his penis had erected itself.
"Care to join me, sweetie?" Natalie inquired smiling up at him.
"Oh, mom," he blushed, "I don't think I should. I mean, well," he considered his next words carefully, considering his very erect hardon, "Ida rather not if you know what I mean."
"Oh, don't be silly, Mark," Natalie reassured, "that will not bother me in the least." Beckoning she deliberately goosed his swollen crotch, "Go ahead, sweetie, join me. We can get a good tan
together."
"Okay, I guess," he replied sheepishly, somewhat embarrassed at
allowing her to see the erection. He slipped off his suit and quickly laid down in the sand.
"Now," Natalie asked, looking at his display, "isn't that more
comfortable?"
"I guess," he replied. Looking at her he saw her nipples swell in the cool breeze which caused her pubic hair to tossle as well.
Meanwhile Kim and Tammy were still trying to find the, seemingly, elusive maweenie. And, search as they might, the tiny creature still evaded them. They were disappointed in the attempts of ever finding it.
"Gee, Kim," Tammy lamented, "I'm beginning to wonder if your mother was joking."
"Yeah, tell me about it." Kim looked at Tammy, disappointment in her eyes as well, and simply commented, "Why not just tell my mom we couldn't find it."
Struggling to climb the soft sand dune they finally returned to the beach. Kim saw them first and nudged her friend to what she saw. Both smiled as they joined the two sunning themselves. 
"Mom, we tried but we couldn't find it," Kim lamented trying to hold back tears.
"Yeah, Natalie," Tammy echoed, "that little thing is hard to find."
"Well, I think I saw one around here," Natalie laughed as they watched her jostling breasts.
"Where, mom?" Kim hurried her question. "I wanna see one."
"It was here just a minute ago, Kim," Natalie teased, "but I don't know where it went now."
"Nuts," Tammy said, plooping herself on the sand right next to Mark. 
"Could be," Natalie giggled.
Happening to glance at Mark Tammy saw his penis laying on the small thatch of pubic hair he had. Tammy looked at Natalie and laughed. "Oh you little stinker you!" She understood what the joke was all about.
"See the maweenie, Tammy?" Natalie asked grinning at her.
"Yeah," she giggled, "kinda neat, too."
"Well, I don't," Kim advanced, disappointed she couldn't see that silly little creature as well.
"Kim sweetie," Natalie advanced, "didn't I say it likes to play in the bushes?"
"Yeah so?" Kim looked around the area but still couldn't see it.
"Well, sometimes it just lays in the bush as well," Natalie teased.
"I still don't get it, mom," Kim lamented sitting down next to Tammy on the sand.
"Geez, Kim, just graduate from space cadet school?" Tammy couldn't help but sarcastically tease.
"Never been there," Kim teased back.
"Shit, Kim, the maweenie is right here," Tammy remarked picking up Mark's penis and shaking it at her.
Kim looked at her friend and laughed. "Geez, mom," she laughed, 
"you're funny. A maweenie."
"Had you going for awhile," Natalie chuckled.
"Sure did, Natalie," Tammy chuckled herself. "I think I'll join you guys. It sure looks comfy."
"Tammy," Kim rebuked her best friend, "you wouldn't."
"Screw it Kimberly," Tammy chided removing her bra.
Kim wasn't as dunderheaded as it may have appeared and answered,
"I don't think so, Tammy."
As Tammy discarded her bra Mark finally got the chance to see her
breasts, the pouty nipples, and smiled at her. He stared at them and admired them. He couldn't help but wonder, looking over at his sister, if hers were just as pretty.
Tammy was a bit excited, her nipples began to betray her feelings, as she teased a thought about her brunette head. Though she had been
frisky earlier she wondered it she could bring herself to actually do
what she was pondering. Realizing Mark had only caught glimpses of
her she was reluctant to let him see her completely uncovered. She
tried to conceive a teasing scenario.
Kim stood up and looked down at the trio on the sand. "Damn, Tammy," she said, "gotta admit one thing."
"What's that, Kimberly?"
"You got nice tits," Kim admired them praisingly.
"That's sweet of you to say that," Tammy accepted with a smile.
Daringly Kim advanced further, "Can I see that cute little pussy of yours, too?"
"You wanna see little old Tammy's coochie, do ya?"
"All in favor of seeing my friend's coochie, raise your hands."
Three hands shot into the air and Tammy was cornered. She had been dared, been outvoted democratically, and realized she couldn't 
stall her apprehension. If she wanted to save face she would have to
remove her bikini, remove the last remaining piece of sanctuary.
Getting up, allowing a hint of pubic hair to show, she knelt down
in the sand. With her knees straddling Mark she teased, "Go ahead,
Mark, take it off."
"Tammy, you're teasing me, aren't you?"
"Man, Mark, you practically groped it before," she shot back, 
"now strip off my crotch cloth."
"Okay, if you say so," he quipped quickly declothing her last shed of decency. "Fuckin ay, Tammy," Mark admired staring at it,
"that's something."
"Thanks, I think," Tammy commented. "Can I steal a kiss, just a
little kiss? Can I, Mark?" Before he could answer she fell on top of him grinding her pubic mound against his erect shaft and ground her nipples into his chest. As she kissed him on the lips she goosed her left hand against Natalie, twirling her fingers in her bush, probbing her sexuality.
"Geez, this is too much," Kim giggled watching the shenanigans
before her."
"Then join the festivities, sweetie," Natalie suggested.
Tammy rolled off Mark proudly letting Kim see her nakedness. "Go
ahead, Kimberly," she teased, "get frisky and let him take your suit
off."
"Oooh," Kim cooed at the thought of it."
"Yeah, and give him a big kiss, too," Tammy added.
"Hey now, Tammy, are we getting excited?"
"Oh yeah," Tammy answered. Turning her head towards Mark she said,
"Stand up and take off the stupid yellow bikini your sister is wearing."
Mark stood up, his penis dropping and pointing it at Kim. "You game, sis?"
"Mark," Natalie suggested, "be probbing," she caught herself and
said instead, "be gentle. Afterall she is your sister.
Kim stood there, a bit stiff, a bit fearful of what he might do. As he stepped closer to her she tensed up. His hands reached behind
her neck, undoing the knotted bow then undid the bow on her back. 
Though he justed loosened it a bit. Slipping his hands under her bra he felt her breasts, his palms savoring the feel of her nipples and
pulled the bra away.
Meanwhile Natalie and Tammy had sat up to get a better look and sat opposite each other on either side of Mark and Kim. Neither of them wanted to miss anything. They were ecstatic in their enthusiasm
egging him on for a total unveiling.
Slowly Mark undid the knotted bows at her sides and, sticking his
hand into her bikini, pulled it away slowly enough to let his fingers
probe her sexuality. Within seconds she stood there, in front of them, shorn of her modesty. She should have been ashamed, should have
tried to cover herself in disgrace, but didn't. 
As Mark stepped back a little to look at her he couldn't help but notice how her pubic hair moved in the breeze. Her breasts were capped by light tan nippples which, considering the cool breeze against them, began to harden.
"Now give your sister a kiss, honey," Natalie commented.
Mark moved his lips towards hers and pecked her lightly on the lips. 
"Oh for heaven's sake, silly," Natalie admonished, "give her more than just a peck."
"Fine then, I will," he said and stepped forward a little allowing his penis to touch her blonde bush. Without warning he grabbed her,
jamming his hard shaft against her slit, her hard nippled breasts into his chest, and kissed her passionately.