Later in the afternoon, either because it was so hot or because she forgot, she got back in the pool. I managed to get back in and behind her unseen. I took a deep breath and submerged. I watched her leg muscles work as she bounced off the floor of the pool in the buoyant water. Her bathers had been pushed up into her crack and the plump curves of her buttocks were in full view. I got close enough to see a few small air bubbles clinging to the goose bumps on her arse. The narrow waist band of her bikini bottoms sat high on the sloping curve of her hips. I realised then that pulling down a girl’s pants is not as straightforward as dacking a boy. But I wasn’t going to pass up this chance. I reached out to quickly grab the waist band at either side and stretched it out and down at the same time.
Even under water I could hear Tabatha shrieking. I only got the clingy lycra half way down her ass before the waist band caught on her hips and she started twisting and she plunged her hands underwater to stop me. In her violent movements the water boiled and she scratched my hand and banged my nose with her elbow. I got water up my nose and abandoned the effort without having really seen much of her bare arse at all.
“He was trying to pull down my pants!” As I emerged from the water I heard the unjust betrayal. I was stunned.
“Andrew Hall!” my mother shouted.
“She started it! She dacked me first!”
Mum, Alf and Barbara were staring open mouthed, looking from me to Tabatha and back again.
“I did not! You’re a LIAR!”
If I didn’t know the truth, I would have believed her myself. The expression of outrage on Tabatha’s face was so genuine.
“Andrew that is NOT acceptable behaviour!” Mum sounded much more distraught than the measured words. She was trying to contain herself in front of Alf and Barbara. “Don’t you EVER treat your sister like that again!”
Barbara gave me that contemptuous look as if to say, “you boys are all the same”. Alf was giving me a curious look as if he had underestimated me.
I didn’t like the way anyone was looking at me. But there was nothing I could do. Tabatha had cast me as a cowardly, lying, sex maniac. I was seething at her treachery. I got out of the pool and stomped off up the garden into the house and slammed my bedroom door shut.
We were still at that age when it is easy for a brother and sister to hate each other. The fall-out from that afternoon lasted for months. Tabatha wouldn’t acknowledge the unfairness of what she had done or apologise for it. And I wouldn’t forgive her for it.
I worried that Mum would never hug me again without reservation. My reputation as her good little boy crumbled that day. There seemed no way to explain to her what had happened. We never spoke about it again. But after a few awkward days things slowly returned to normal.
In the September school holidays of that year we went to Noosa for a week. We had separate rooms, but for two nights a friend of Mum’s came to stay and Mum offered Tabatha’s room to her and Tabatha had to sleep in the bunk bed in my room. She took the top bunk.
That first night when she returned from the bathroom in her night shirt and I watched her lovely bare legs climbing the ladder, my heart began to thaw for the first time in months. She fell asleep before I did, and I lay there listening to her restful breathing. This was a new experience for me. There was an intimacy between us I had never appreciated before. Her smell had moved in with her. Her suitcase smelled of freshly laundered cotton and her hair smelled of green apple conditioner. Even the minty smell of her breath wafted down from above.
I could hear her and smell her and imagine her naked body and imagine her soft warmth as she slept above me. I wanted her, but I couldn’t see or touch her.
In the morning Tabatha had gotten up before me and gone for a shower. She came back wrapped in a towel. I was reminded of that night by the pool, but this time it was daylight and I could see better, although I pretended to be still asleep. I hoped that if she thought I was still asleep, she might get dressed in front of me.
With her back to me Tabatha bent over to get stuff out of her case. I caught the most tantalising glimpse of the diamond shaped thigh gap at the top of her legs. But then she bent her knees and turned her head. She seemed to have that sixth sense that girls have, when a guy is behind them and staring. I quickly shut my eyes before she caught me looking. When I opened them again she had gone back to the bathroom to get dressed.
Later that morning, Tabatha went to the beach and Mum and her friend went to Aroma’s for a coffee. With the apartment to myself I took the opportunity to rummage through Tabatha’s stuff. I had inhaled her clean smells last night and now I hungered for her dirty smells. I sniffed the crotch of her bikini bottoms and her panties, but they were all clean and odourless.
The following morning I woke just after sunrise. Tabatha was still asleep in the top bunk. I lay there listening to her breathing for a while. Then I stood up and watched her sleeping. Her shiny brown hair was spread out all over the pillow. Her face was relaxed and peaceful. I’d never thought of my sister as pretty before. I always thought her eyes were a bit plain. A dull brown colour she must have got from her dad. Mum’s eyes are green and mine are hazel. But as she lay there with her eyes closed, she looked beautiful. Her long eyelashes, flushed cheeks and delicate pouting lips all contrasted with her porcelain skin. I wanted to kiss her. I was so desperate to touch her. I’d never touched a girl in a sexual way before. And here was a beautiful girl, just lying there in my bedroom.
I slid my hands under her doona. My heart was pounding at the risk of her waking and catching me. I inched my hands forward so slowly that it seemed to take forever to find her thighs. Then I felt her warmth before I felt her skin. Finally my fingers brushed lightly against her. She felt soft and smooth. Her skin was nothing like mine. I must have tickled her because she stirred. I froze. But she rolled over without waking.
Nothing more happened that holiday. We returned to Melbourne and life returned to normal. Permanently erect and frustrated, but normal. Then one Saturday morning, my normal morning erection blew the lid off our seemingly normal lives.
My Mum had bought me a new pair of summer pyjamas. Just shorts and a matching t-shirt in pale blue. The shorts were made of a light weight synthetic material that was like silk or satin. They had an open fly.
During the school week, I had a shower and got dressed in my school uniform before I came down to breakfast. But on the weekend I liked to stay in my pyjamas and have a more leisurely shower after breakfast.
Mum had had a late night and she and Tabatha were both sleeping late one Saturday. I went down to the kitchen and poured myself some cereal. It was a good job nobody was around because I had a super-erection and my new shorts were not hiding it very well. My morning erections had been difficult to hide for a while and I was operating on the assumption that Mum and Tabatha could see them if they looked, but they were politely choosing not to look. Everyone knew boys my age had morning erections. It couldn’t be helped. And it was just common decency not to stare or point or comment about the elephant in the room.
“Oh! You’re up already. Good morning sweetheart. Did I sleep that late?”
“Mmnh,” I grunted. Mum went straight to the coffee machine as usual. Tabatha appeared a few minutes later, walking like a grumpy zombie in her night shirt.
“That coffee machine is so loud, Mum. It wakes me every morning.” Tabatha climbed onto a bar stool at the island bench beside me. Unlike me, she always expected to be served breakfast by Mum.
As I spooned another mouthful of cereal from my second bowl of the morning, I did my regular check of Tabatha’s thighs, looking discreetly down and to the right where she sat beside me. I was in luck today. Her night shirt had caught on the stool and pulled in a way that bared her whole left thigh. The fabric lay across her lap like a loin cloth, but her left thigh was bare all the way up to the side of her white buttock, which hung off the edge of the seat of the stool.
My heart leapt and the spoon stopped in mid-air. My mouth hung open, but no longer for the cereal. Tabatha was flicking through a magazine, clearly oblivious to the fact that she was exposed. My morning erection throbbed painfully larger and pushed uncomfortably against the fabric of my shorts. I shifted my weight to release the pressure, but I kept staring at Tabatha’s creamy bare thigh.
Suddenly Mum’s voice spoke behind me. I hadn’t been aware she was there. “Tabatha, make yourself decent and, Andy, don’t stare at your sister like that.”
Tabatha looked down at her night dress and pulled it out from under her to cover herself up. She looked at me, but I had already looked away and resumed eating.
“Was he staring at my legs again, Mum? I asked you to speak to him about that. It’s not right the way he looks at me.” I blushed bright red. Here was I thinking I was getting away with sneaking glances and she was on to me all along. “I bet he’s got an erection too, Mum.”
“Tabatha! There’s no need for talk like that!”
“Look! He has!” I was mortified. This was worse than the dacking incident in the pool.
What happened next, happened so fast and was so confusing at the time, that I didn’t understand any of it until after it was over.
It seems my cock chose that exact moment to pop out through the open fly of my shorts. Like Tabatha with her dress, I didn’t feel it or notice it immediately. But Tabatha was looking at my crotch when it happened and saw it immediately. I was watching her face and her reaction didn’t make any sense to me. She gasped, open mouthed in disbelief and then she smiled and stifled a laugh.
“That’s not yours!” she said. “That’s Mum’s!”
I didn’t know what the hell she was talking about, but she was pointing as my crotch and when I looked down I could see my erection was rampant and sticking up a good four inches clear of the fly. I quickly tried to put it back inside my shorts, but it sprung back out again.
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