The Little Cabin Part 3

Note : This story is completely fictional!

Natalie had made previous arrangements with regard to just this scenario. Having packed the suitcase in secret she had deliberately left out pajamas and other clothing. When she had been alone in the cabin she gathered up all of the clothing, including hers, and locked them in the suitcase relagating its key to a drawer. Now confronted with the possibilty of being declothed she hastened away from them in playful giddiness.

"Hi, mom," Kim confronted banging into her from below the water.
In coming up she almost dislodged her mother's nipple patches. Her
little breasts were touching her mother's body. Without hestitation
she kissed her mother right on the lips and cupped a hand against her
crotch patch.

Definitely not one to be outdone she returned the favor and groped a hand against her daughter's wet pussy. Regaining a bit of
composure she wondered, "Hey, where's your brother?" Though she surmised that he was behind her. Her surmation proved correct when
Kim winked an eye over her shoulder. Giddily, trying to prolong her modesty, she dove right disappearing under the water's surface.

She had every intention of letting them remove her barely modest bikini and had tied its straps with bows. Unbeknowst to either Kim or Mark the front strings of her breast patches were held simply by velcro. One tug on the bow on her back would dislodge its adhesion.
However, her crotch patch would prove to more difficult to remove. 

Though it, too, was tied with bows its string straps were threaded through the top hems. So, even if the string bows were untied, one would have to reach between her legs to actually remove it. And when that individual would reach between her legs, to grasp the material, they'd be afforded a gnerous feel.
"Gee, sis," Mark proposed, "mom's sure being evasive."

"Yeah, sure is," Kim grinned at him. Turning to her mother, who
was standing in deeper water upto her neck, she asked, "What's the matter, mom?"
"Yeah," Mark chimed in quickly, "afraid to let us see it all?"
"As a matter of fact," Natalie protested, "you'll not see under this." She was toying with them. In truth, she was bating the
situation. Moving towards them, into a bit shallower water, she
carefuly flicked the nipple patches. "You really want to see under
these?"
"Oh yeah," Mark eagerly answered with a nod. "And, pray tell, what you got hiding under the other one?"
"Oo-oo-ooh," Natalie teasingly cooed with a finger wave, "no, no,
you're not." Flauntingly, bating their promiscuousness, she added,
"And, come to think of it, you'll not see under these either. Ha,
take that!"

Though somewhat disappointed he wasn't one to take his mother seriously. He turned to his sister. "Hey, want me to get the beach ball?"
"Sure," she answered with a smile and watched him walk to the car.
"Hey, Kimmy," Natalie dared, "why don't you run up and give him a hand."

Kim glanced back at her mother, saw her nod, and then ran upto teh car. She could easily see his smiling face and knew he was looking at her bouncing breasts. Arriving at the car, a full-sized wagon, he had already opened the trunk and was rummaging through the scattered paraphernalia. 
Being on his knees afforded her a splendid view. He turned around to see her standing by the tailgate. "Can't find it."
"Let me look," she offered climbing onto the tailgate. "You know you couldn't find it even if it bit you."

Laying down on his side towards her he countered, "Go ahead smartypants." She was kneeling, bending over the cluttered mess, 
affording him a view of her hanging breasts. And though it was big wagon he was still practically right next to her.
She turned her head. "I got news for you. I ain't wearing any."
She continued her looking but suddenly blurted out, "Hey, why don't you get out so I can really look." She watched him back out of the car, paying particular attention to his genitals. 

As she rummaged through the trunk area she was fully aware that he was watching. So, much to his delight, she quivered her thighs
allowing him to see the lips of her bare twat flutter. "Found it!"
Backing out, giving him a really closeup view, she sat down on the
tailgate, patting it. "Mark, we gotta talk."
"About wat, sis?" He asked staring at her breasts and the sparsely
haired blond triangle.
"Sit," she ordered patting the gate a second time. As he sat down
she set teh deflated beach ball over her legs. "Got any really sneaky ideas?"
"Of getting mom's suit off?" She nodded as he added, "Not really.
I was hoping you might."

After a fruitless minutes she began to blow up the beach ball. After a good amount of tiring puffs, to a partially inflated ball, she handed it to him. "Here you blow." However, she didn't hand it
directly to him but forced him to reach for it. Knowing he might attempt a feel she thought of accomodating him that priviledge. 
Laying down in the car she'd force him to reach for it.
She knew he'd have to kneel on the tailgate to get it which would
afford her a looksee. Just to be funny she arched her fanny off the
mat. "Come and get it," she teased.

Grabbing for the ball his fingers probbed against her slit and she saw him grin. However, when he got too bold and tried to slip a finger into her, she squirmed away tossing the beach ball at him.
As he backed out of the car with the beach ball he was surprized how soft and fuzzy her pubic hair was. But he didn't say anything about it and, carefully, removing the ball insert he blew up the ball. "Come on, sis, let's go." Jumping off the tailgate he turned to assist his sister. She was just laying there, with her head in her arms, allowing him to see her breasts really tightened up and a delicious view of her mound.

She finally sat up and scrunched toward him. However, as she was nearing the end of the tailgate, she cricked her arm causing him to
glance his hand off her breast. Jumping off the gate she fell into him thereby jamming those little breasts into his chest. She was
shocked when his erect penis jammed against her pussy and slid upwards on her slit.

Neither said a word as they returned to the beach. As they reached the sand Kim noticed that her mother was sunning herself.
She whispered her observation to Mark.
Resting her head in her arms she afforded them a staring look at
how tight her breasts were displayed causing her hard nipples to 
press against the thin white fabric. However, being discreet, she
kept her legs together disallowing a glimpse beneath that thin strip of cloth. She squirmed when hit by the ball. Her sudden movement
caused the cloth strip to move allowing them a fleeting glimpse below.

Realizing she was more exposed she adjusted it. Not really noticing where they were situated she moved it back letting Mark see her bare spot.
Mark stared at it for as long as it was uncovered. Retreating to the safety of the cool water, he called, "Come on back in, mom."
Getting up she tossed the ball to him giving him the pleasure of
seeing her breasts bounce. She threw it high and, as he jumped up
for it, she could see his now flacid penis flop upward and then fall
against his balls.

"Nice toss, mom," Kim said patting her mother on the back. 
Natalie was quite unaware that her daughter had grabbed the bow.
As she walked toward the water the strings let go, along with the
velcro, thereby exposing her breasts completely. "Ah, Kim," she said stepping into the water, "that was sneaky." Having exposed her breasts she wondered how they'd accomplish removing her crotch cover.

Splashing her way towards Mark she had questions in her mind as to which one of them would attempt the manuever first.
She had thoughts as to who it would be. Stepping into deeper water the cool water, caressing her nipples, caused them to swell up
even more, pimpling their aereolas. Quickly moving past Mark she
turned toward him as Kim dove into the water. "Hey, toss it here!"

He tossed the ball towards her and she jumped up to catch it. As she had to jump quite high, he was deliberate in that, her crotch patch slipped lower revealing a bit more of her pubic hair.
Mark saw it shift and now he definitely had to get it off and see
all of his mother's coochie. She had a nice one and he just had to see how pretty it really was. He had to thnk of a logical way to remove it, without arousing her suspicions, and without his sister getting that priviledge.

She tossed the ball to Kim, it skimming the surface, and was unaware that Mark had slipped from her view. As she looked around she wondered where he was. Suddenly a hand gropped against her crotch and she advanced it towards the hand letting it savor the tight rounded shape. Beinding down slightly, drawing the hand with her, she grabbed his genitals and rubbed her hand against them.

He surfaced quickly, his genitals being drawn upward, and was pulled against his mother. He was surpized when she planted a kiss,
passionately, on his lips even giving him a bit of tongue.
As she held him close, trying to penetrate her tongue deeper to
touch his, he slipped a hand past the hem. As his fingers touched more of the wet pubic hair he moved them down further. Within seconds his fingers caressed her bare spot and he nimbly fingered it.

"Oh, naughty, naughty," she cried out and yanked his hand out quickly. She dove backwards into deeper water disappearing beneath the surface.
"Hey, Kim," he called out as she came closer to him, "I touched mom's pussy."
"Oh, wow," she grinned joining his side. "How'd it feel?"

"Great! Mom's got more," he reached down copping his hand against her mound, "more hair than you got."
"Oh yeah," Kim shot back. "Probably," fondling a hand against
her brother's crotch, "more than you got, too." Thinking a wild thought, she asked, "Hey, did you see when she dove?"
"Oh yeah, sure did," he smiled, adding, "great beaver shot."
"Hey, you two," Natalie said surfacing, " no secrets now."
"You're the one whose keeping secrets, mom," Kim retorted.

Coming over to them she questioned, "And what is that supposed to
mean," grabbing her arms, "young lady?" She slid her hands quickly and fondled them into her daughter's breasts. "Oh, wow, sweetie, your nipples are really tight."
Watching her mother's breasts bob in the water she replied, "Oh,
you're so secretive you are." Natalie was dumbfounded as she continued, "It wasn't hard to see where his hand was. And you moved away."
"Oh, now, come on." Smiling, she couldn't help but giggle, 
"Didn't I tell you that you'd never see under it?" Teasingly she
pulled the fabric slightly, allowing them both to glimpse beneath it,
adding, "That's as good a look as you'll get, too."

"Yeah, yeah," Mark added, with a wink towards Kim, "you're probably right. We should just forget it, huh?"
"Sure," she answered grabbing the floating beach ball, "should
'cause it'll never happen." She was deliberately teasing them daring
him to make a second attempt at removing it. Tossing the ball towards Kim she moved her hands towards her hips and loosened up the
straps a little. 

Mark saw her do that and easily saw the hem float forward letting him see more. He had to get that off of her and he wanted to do it quickly. He had touched it, gropppingly at that, and longed to do it again. Only this time he'd hang onto the material as she pulled away. He swam over to Kim and stood up next to her. Whispering to her he said, "Hey, sis, try and touch it." Thinking a second, he added, "But I get to take it off."

Kim nodded and tossed the ball towards her mother. As she was deciding to whom she'd toss toss it, with the ball over her head, she came over to block the shot. 
Being tricky Natalie tossed the ball causing her daughter to fall agaiinst her. Grinding their breasts together Natalie could help but attempt to finagle her tongue against her daughter's. Caressing her mouth with her lips she slipped her tongue in and was surrpized that Kim relished it twirling her tongue against hers.
As their tongues twirled against each other she groped a hand beneath the thin crotch strip and gnerously fondled her mother's pubic mound. She was surprized when she felt a hand rub against her mound squirming slightly as a finger slipped between her legs into her tight canal. Feeling the finger slowly pump inward she nudged a finger against her mother's area. Feeling brazen she let it slip inward penetrating deep. As she continued to french kiss her mother she felt her mother's vaginal mouscles tighten against the intruding finger. 

Natalie removed her hand and stepped backward. "God, Kim, I don't believe you did that."
"You sure are a sexy bitch, mom," Kim only replied. 
"Oh, yeah," Natalie quickly shot back, hands on hips, "and you're a tight one. So there!"
"Maybe you should let Mark touch you like that."

"You think so, huh?" Natalie giggled, "Really?" Glancing over towards him she yelled, "Toss the balls already!"
Mark grinned and tossed it to his sister. He watched intently as she reached upward for it. "Nice jump, sis," he praised, adding, "and nice bod."
Kim moved away from her mother with the ball and contemplated who'd get it next. "Let's see," she said bouncing around in the water like a basketball player trying to evade an opposing player, "who should I throw it to?"
"Me!"
"No, me, sweetie!"

Contemplating his sister's toss to their mother he moved closer to block the shot. He was surprized when she countered his move and jumped in front of. Ofcourse he had expected that given the circumstances. But her next move threw him off guard. He would have expected her to block his attempt at catching the ball but she didn't.

Instead she turned to face him grabbing his hand. Shoving it beneath the cloth strip surprized him. She was allowing him a dliberate fondle and, to his amazement, she shoved his hand deeper allowing him to touch her bare spot. She let him fondle to his heart's delight as he, secretly, grabbed the hem with with his other hand. He had observed that the bows were not knotted and that she had loosened them a little. He reasoned that it'd be easy to just yank it off.

As his hand pulled backward the cloth strip flew off. Much to his astonishment she pulled away, just enough, to allow it to be removed completely. But she returned quickly and as his finger rubbed against her vaginal lips she fell downward into the water. "Oh, god," he thought, "I don't believe she did that," as finger penetrated deep.

After a few minutes she pulled away and looked upward. "Looks like it's getting pretty late. Let's go in, huh?" Making her way out of the water she bent down to pick up the towels. She was fully aware of her exposure and called back to them, "Hey, mommie show her twat!"

Kim and Mark came out of the water quickly while she was still bending over retrieving the towels. "Wow, mom, nice coochie," Kim praised.
Not getting up she simply folded the towels bent over like that and even spread her legs a bit affording them a really good view. She was not the least bit surprized when both of them glanced a probbing finger against her exposed twat. She finished folding the towels and tossed one over her shoulder putting the other one on her daughter's shoulder. "Let's get inside." She turned to Mark.

"You, young man, walk between us." And teasingly added, "No hanky panky."
Walking upto the cabin, with him between them, allowed his thoughts to wander. As they walked he cupped his hands against their vaginal mounds and felt how they moved when they walked. They really surprized him when his sister grabbed his flopping penis and his mother felt his swinging tight balls.
Arriving inside the cabin Natalie confronted him. "Hey, didn't I say no hanky panky?"

"Yeah, Mark," Kim shot back with a disgusted grunt. Changing her tune quickly, she asked, "Well, you enjoy our pussies walking?"
"Yeah," he smiled, "an usual feeling."
Natalie laughed, adding, "Yeah, to say nothing of yours." Wringing her hand, she smiled, "Va-va-vroom, wow."
Kim smiled at what her mother had said. "Yeah, wow. Geez, Mark, it's really stiff. It even got stiffer in my hand."
Natalie confronted Mark very directly. "Hey, smartass, what's the idea of that finger of yours anyway?"
"Mom, I, I," he stammered.

"Yeah, yeah, same old story. Did you enjoy it?" She saw his grin and added, with a wink towards her daughter, "Why don't you check her out." She drew him closer and whispered, "She a lot tighter that I am." Prodding him towards her, she said, "Go ahead."

Kim just stood there, dumbfounded. She didn't know what to do and just for the hell of it spread her legs. She was surprized at what came out of her mouth. "Go ahead, stick a finger." As his finger nudged against her she guided it inward.

As his finger penetrated he was surpized that she began to fondle his genitals even stroking his erection from base to tip. As his finger slipped deeper she commented, "My god, Kim, mom was right! You're sure a tight bitch." He felt moisture on his finger, sticky moisture.

Kim started to hyperventilate and began pumping herself against the intruding finger. As his finger continued poking against her hymen she screamed in pain as it finally broke through. With tears welling in her eyes she tried to smile at her mother but couldn't. Within minutes she began to convulse and pulled away from him. She knew they both could see liquid squirting from her vaginal hold.

"My, my, sweetie," Natalie said, "I never thought I'd see my daughter have an orgasm. And in front of your brother, too."
Kim only smiled a wide accomplished smile. Daringly she proposed, "Hey, mom, let's see you have one."