The Tabatha Diaries – Ch 4

For days afterwards, I replayed Tabatha’s virtual blow job in my head at night in bed. It had been a memorable experience. The visual, of seeing her naked at long last, was almost completely overshadowed by her dirty talk soundtrack. Like the best porn scenes, I never made it very far through the replay. Certainly not all the way to the end. Her prohibition, against touching myself while she spoke, had allowed me to hold back for longer on the day. On my own, it all came to a sticky end very quickly.

My view of the world and of my sister was altered forever that day. Previously, I’d held a rather naïve view that boys had dirty minds and girls were more or less above all that. But Tabatha had said things that went beyond my own wicked fantasies. And she spoke of sexual experience that I had never guessed she had. She had tasted cum and sucked cocks. From my perspective as a virgin, my sister was a slut. I felt a strange mix of jealousy and admiration and excitement at that thought.

Her telling me that she thought she heard Mum’s car in the driveway was just a prank. It worked. I ran around in a naked panic for a minute before her laughter gave the game away. I cursed her and went inside to get dressed. Tabatha was waiting for me in the living room when I came back.

“OK, little brother,” she said. I noted the difference in her tone and her language. “I hope you enjoyed that. But let’s not get carried away. Mum can never know about this and we have to act like nothing’s changed. Much and all as I love your dick, I’m still going to treat you like my annoying little brother when she’s around.”

I smiled and nodded. It was true that Mum could never know about us.

“And don’t be getting any ideas about sneaking into my bed at night. My bedroom’s right next to Mum’s and she’s a light sleeper. “You don’t initiate anything. OK?”

I hesitated to respond. I wasn’t sure what she meant.

“I’ll decide what and where and when. You’re such a goody-two-shoes, you won’t have any idea about how to do stuff without getting caught. So don’t come to me – I’ll come to you. OK?”

“OK.”

“And when I do come to see you, there won’t be any fucking, OK? Let’s just take that one off the table from the start. I’m not on the pill and I’m not having your baby, so don’t even ask.”

I nodded, somewhat reluctantly.

“ANDY! NO FUCKING, OK?”

“OK, OK.”

My big sister had laid the ground rules for our relationship. And I obeyed.

A little over a week after the virtual blow job, when I was beginning to despair that Tabatha would never visit me, my bedroom door opened as I sat on my bed after school. I was still in my school uniform and Tabatha was still dressed in hers as she walked in, although her feet were bare.

“Mum’s just gone out to the supermarket,” said Tabatha. “I thought you might like for me to come and play.”

I put aside the Maths textbook that had, up until now, given me a soft-on. Before Tabatha completed the four paces to my bed, I was uncomfortably hard. She sat down on the edge of the bed and put her hand on the crotch of my school shorts, closing her hand around the bulge that she found there.

“You’ve been expecting me!” she said, a little surprised.

“Well, not really. That just happened since you walked in.”

“Really?” She seemed genuinely impressed. She squeezed my cock through the layers of my shorts and underpants. I was rock hard and didn’t give when she squeezed near the base. “Ooh! So strong and thick! Let me see it!”

She motioned for me to stand up. I got off the bed and stood in front of her while she undid my pants. She pulled my shorts down firmly and let them drop to my ankles. My erection bulged sideways in my jocks. It curved out and in like a banana and the outline and some obscene details were visible through the red cotton. Tabatha stared at it. I throbbed painfully and her eyes widened in delight and she smiled.

“Easy, tiger,” she purred, talking to it, not me. “I’ll set you free.”

With that she pulled on the waistband and my erection sprung up and bounced from side to side like a metronome, before coming to a stop, pointing straight up. Tabatha continued peeling down my underpants, pushing them down my thighs to my knees, where they caught briefly before falling to my ankles. I tried to step out of my shorts and undies, but I still had my school shoes on and I became snarled.

Tabatha unbuttoned my shirt while I kicked off my shoes and kicked away my shorts and undies. She stood up to reach the upper buttons and pushed the shirt back over my shoulders. As the shirt fell away behind me, she rested her hands on my shoulders and let them drag over my pecs as she sat back down on the bed in front of me. She ran her hands down the front of my body. Having my sister’s hands on my bare skin gave me goose bumps. I expected her to grab hold of my cock. I wanted her to. But instead she sat down on the bed again and put her hands in her lap. She still wore her school dress.

She looked up at me and smiled a warm, sisterly smile. “I’ve never watched a boy masturbate before. I want you to wank for me. Will you do that for me?” There was no seduction in her voice this time. It was a simple request. Like she was asking to sit in on basketball practice.

“Sure,” I said. The idea of having her watch me wank was kind of exciting. She patted the bed. “Just a moment,” I said, and I ran to the bathroom to get the baby oil. When I came back, I hopped on the bed and lay down beside her. I poured a stream of baby oil along the length of my shaft. I set the bottle down and took hold of my cock – left hand at the base, right hand at the head. I used the middle finger and index finger of my right hand to rub the frenulum in a circular motion. I started off slow.

“That’s not what I expected,” she said. “I thought boys made a fist like a pussy and fucked their hand. You’re rubbing your cock the same way I rub my clit.”

“I’ve never really had any lessons. I’m self-taught. This is what works for me.” I watched her watching my cock. She licked her lips and let her mouth hang open as she stared. I could see her eyes wandering over the length of my cock, taking in the details.

“What do you think about?” she asked.

“You.”

She smiled briefly and then blushed. “Very funny. But seriously, what do you think about?”

“Seriously, you.” She looked into my eyes and I returned her gaze earnestly. She smiled again.

“That’s nice, Andy.” Her eyes moved slowly down my body to my cock again. “Am I naked when you think of me?” Tabatha had a slow, sexy way of talking that turned me on.

I nodded. She climbed off the bed and took off her dress. I watched her carefully and kept wanking as she unclipped her bra at the back and let it drop to the floor. Then she casually slipped her panties down over her hips and let them drop too.

“I suppose I think of you too,” she continued. “Or, at least, part of you.” My cock strained to full length and a slippery drop of precum lubricated my fingers. Tabatha held out her two index fingers, pointing one at the base of my cock and one at the tip. “A big part of you,” she added, holding up her hands while maintaining the distance between them to demonstrate the length of my cock. “You’re a big boy, Andy,” she said with admiration.

Then, standing up off the bed and maintaining the relative position of her fingers, she put one finger to her pussy and held the other one against her midriff, to indicate that if my cock was inside her, it would reach up above her navel. Then she gave me a questioning look with raised eyebrows.

“Maybe, too big.”

I modestly suggested that she had stretched the distance between her fingers somewhat. But she brought them back to the length of my cock to prove to me that they were the same distance apart.