The Tabatha Diaries – Chapter 3

At first I wasn’t confident that they couldn’t see me behind the curtain, because I could see them so well. But I grew bolder and started standing there at the window, naked and masturbating as Marcus slipped his dark oily hands into Tabatha’s pale nooks and crannies. I even got out the baby oil for myself. It would have been hard to explain if Mum had burst in unannounced. But the thrill of being exposed and the risk of being caught got me going even more. Marcus must have gone home with very blue balls because he never seemed to get any relief after all that foreplay. I always shot my load before they’d finished.

Marcus must have tired of the teasing that went nowhere because at the end of February he stopped coming over. I missed the foreplay shows, but I got more time by the pool for sunbaking myself.

One sunny Sunday afternoon, when Mum was out shopping and Tabatha had gone to visit Lisa, I decided to take my sunbathing to the next level. I wore the navy jocks into the garden instead of the Speedos. The navy jocks were even more skimpy than the Speedos. As I lay in the warm sun, with the loose triangle of fabric barely covering my triangle of private parts, I played a game of pumping blood into my erection and making it twitch out from underneath, before modestly tucking it away again. The trees and fences around our garden gave us a lot of privacy and I was confident no one could see me in this part of the garden. As the game progressed I got harder and my erection sprang out more violently, with the head reaching almost to my navel and the jocks slipping down to the base, so that my full length was exposed. It became almost impossible to tuck it away again. There was not enough fabric. When I pushed it down and sideways, my cock stretched beyond the triangular front panel of cotton to the narrowing waistband, which was not as thick as my cock. I had also started to leak precum. My attempt at modesty now just looked obscene.

“Having a bit of a wardrobe malfunction there?” Tabatha’s voice scared the living shit out of me and I jumped a mile. She started laughing. My cock had sprung back out of my jocks and I must have looked ridiculous as I tried to put it back in my pants. It kept springing out.

“Where did you come from? I thought I had a bit of privacy.” Tabatha was standing not 10 feet away from me in her yellow polka dot sundress. She had stopped laughing, but she was still smirking at my predicament. She had taken her sunglasses off and held the end of one arm suggestively to her lips.

“I’ve been knocking on the front door for the last 10 minutes because I forgot my key, and when you didn’t answer I came through the side gate.” I finally got my erection under cover with a combination of jocks and hands. Despite the embarrassment of being caught by Tabatha, my erection showed no sign of softening. “Don’t worry, little brother. I sunbake nude when you and Mum are not around.”

She was making no secret of the fact that she was glancing down at my groin while she spoke. “If you’re going to be coy about it,” she nodded at my crotch, “I suggest you get bigger jocks . . . or bigger hands.” She smiled wickedly at her own wit and my discomfort.

“But if you want my opinion, I think you should just set him free. We’ve all seen him anyway.” She looked around her to confirm that this part of the garden was screened from Alf and Barbara’s. “If it makes you feel better, I’ll join you.” And with that she grabbed the hem of her dress in each hand and lifted it up over her head in one motion.

Underneath she was wearing only a white Brazilian thong, like the one I had seen before. Her soft pale B-cup boobs rose and pulled together as her hands stretched high above her. She had puffy pink areola and soft pink nipples. I’d studied them at a distance when she sun-baked topless with Marcus, but this was the closest I’d seen them. Her boobs were cute rather than womanly.

Considering all the fantasies I’d had in recent months about sunbaking with Tabatha and being naked and aroused in her presence, I was surprisingly nervous. Tabatha, on the other hand, seemed supremely relaxed. She swung her hips confidently as she walked to the sun lounger beside me. She peeled off the thong by bending from the waist and bending one knee coquettishly. Her bare thighs and buttocks met in that marvellous diamond void. Not that I noticed or anything. She put her sunglasses back on before she lay down on her stomach on the sun lounge.

My mouth was hanging open and my heart was pounding as I stared. It was hard to believe after all this time that my sister was lying naked beside me. I could reach out and touch that gorgeous bare arse if I had the courage.

She set her head down on her hands, turning to face in my direction. But before she settled she quickly raised herself up on her elbows again.

“Come on, little brother. Lose the jocks. A deal’s a deal.”

My heart was hammering and my hands were shaking as I stood up. Tabatha moved her sunglasses down her nose and tilted her head to watch me over the top of them. I didn’t feel capable of matching her calm, professional strip. But before I had even stood up straight, my erection had sprung out of my pants again and without any elastic to hold them up they fell straight to my feet. I was naked in a heartbeat.

“Nicely done, little brother,” said Tabatha. She raised her eyebrows and lowered her eyes. “Or, should I say, ‘BIG brother’?” Then she pushed her sunglasses back into place and put her head down on her hands to sunbake as if seeing me naked was no big deal.

“While you’re . . . up,” she said as an afterthought, “why don’t you do me a favour and rub some of that suntan oil on my back?”

I stood there with my erection straining. A surge of precum spilled out of me and flowed down my shaft as I contemplated Tabatha’s words and her beautiful naked body below me. With her sunglasses on, it was not clear if she was still looking at me or not.

“Yes, big brother – you can do my legs if you want. And . . . don’t forget my ass.”

How could I forget that arse?

There were so many ways in which my experience of touching Tabatha for the first time that day was less than perfect.

It started well, when I poured the Reef Tanning Oil between her soft shoulder blades and I watched it start to spread, gracefully over her porcelain skin. I was kneeling beside the sun lounge and my erection bobbed and twitched as I leaned over her to spread the oil with my right hand.

But my heart was pounding like it was going to break out of my chest and my hand shook with nerves. The oil was thicker than baby oil and had a slight grittiness to it.

And I was conflicted. I wanted to grope her plump feminine curves and caress her fine shoulders and neck like a lover. But had she given me permission to do that? Or was I just a brother rubbing suntan lotion on his sister?

I proceeded cautiously and tentatively with my shaking hands. Spreading the thick oil ineptly with feigned brotherly indifference. My cock started to wilt from the nervousness and uncertainty. I’d never touched her like this before and I was sure I wasn’t doing it right.

“Mmmm. That’s nice,” she said.

“Really?”

“Ye-ah! I wouldn’t say it if it wasn’t.”

“OK. I’m glad you like it. It’s just I’m so nervous and my hands are shaking.”

“Why are you nervous? There’s no need to be nervous. It’s just me, Andy.”

I moved to sit on the edge of the sun lounge so that I had both hands free to concentrate on her shoulders. There was something soothing about her voice, today, and as she talked I got more confident and my nervousness subsided.

“Your hands are soft,” she continued. “They feel nice on my skin and you’re being gentle. Most boys are rough.”

I poured more oil onto the small of her back and kept rubbing. She seemed to like it slow and gentle, so I let my hands flow over her skin slowly, like the oil. Her waist was so narrow and its softness gave way beneath my hands.

I could see that I’d missed the side of her rib cage and the sun was shining on it. Her skin there was particularly delicate and white. The side of her boob bulged out slightly from underneath her. I dared not rub down that far, but I was engrossed and fascinated by every detail of her body.

“Having fun there, little brother?”

“Yes,” I admitted.

“Me too, but why don’t you put some on my legs and my bum before they burn?”

“OK. Sorry.” I stood up and poured a stream of oil from her left buttock to her ankle and rubbed it in quickly. Then I moved to the other side and did her right leg. It was a shame not to be doing it more affectionately on this first occasion. Her buttocks and thighs were a marvellous combination of muscle and fat that was firm, but squidgy at the same time. They rolled around on her petite frame as I rubbed her firmly. Her skin glistened with oil and I could see the palest of blue veins beneath, as if her skin was translucent.

She had her thighs close together and there was no diamond opening between her legs in this position. But my cock regained it rigidity as I looked at where it should be. There was a noticeable temperature difference between the cool outside of her thighs and the inside where they pressed together. My hands were drawn to the heat. I didn’t slip my hand between her thighs, like I did in that dream, but her knees where slightly apart and I let my hand slide between them instead. My cock twitched harder at the thought that I had my hand between my sister’s legs.

I moved to the bottom of the sunlounge and put some more oil on my hands. Tabatha had nice plump calves that tapered to fine ankles. The upturned soles of her lovely feet were soft to the touch. I finished rubbing oil on all her exposed skin and then stood up. My erection throbbed as I admired her figure.

“Mmmmm, thank you Andy.” Tabatha sounded contented as well as grateful. Like I had nearly put her to sleep. I was wide awake and my heart was still pumping hard, but now more from excitement than nerves. Touching my sister’s skin so thoroughly and so intimately for the first time was an experience I will never forget. I sat back down on my own sun lounge.