"Bahama Beach Bitch"

by J.D. Savanyu

I'm strolling down a beach in the Bahamas, a thousand miles south of Syracuse, tagging along on my father's honeymoon after he dumped his plain boring wife and got a new "sports car" wife with an even hotter daughter. Maggie Kerry is a busty blonde milf with Irish ancestry, while her eighteen year old Kara is a flaming redhead with pullable pigtails, perky tits, and just enough freckles all over her body (at least the parts I've seen.) Yep, that crazy bitch named her daughter "Kara Kerry." My father has ignored all her glaring red flags during his hilarious mid-life crisis.

Kara is the captain of the Nottingham High School dance team, and she starred in several school plays, and she got the best grades in the whole fucking school. She gave a rousing inspirational valedictorian speech at the graduation ceremony, drawing thunderous applause from the entire student body. I skulked across the stage ten minutes later to get my diploma, hearing nothing but crickets. I'm a pathetic book geek who loves writing sex stories, but I'm too introverted and lazy to get any real pussy, or any real friends for that matter.

God must be a crazy twisted sadist, dropping the gorgeous redhead of my dreams right smack into my life, but making her my fucking stepsister. That was bad enough, but then Maggie and Morgan thought it was a great idea to bring us along on their honeymoon in the Bahamas. "Building our sibling relationship" with only three months left until we head off to different colleges. They gave us our own private beach cabins, a quarter mile away from their "love cabin" so we won't have to hear the moaning and groaning of their "consummation." It'll still be awkward as hell trying to make conversation with them over the next four days, with none of the usual distractions we have back home in Central New York. No TV, no internet, no video games, no malls or movie theaters nearby... just a few books, a few board games, and a hot ginger mommy's girl who thinks she's hot shit.

"Isn't this island just beautiful?" Maggie beams, holding hands on a beach with Morgan a few hours after we landed at Nassau and took a boat over to secluded San Salvador.

"Oh yeah, it's an idyllic tropical paradise," I lie through my teeth, rolling my eyes toward her daughter to illustrate the sarcasm. Kara shoots me a sly grin, tossing her shiny red pigtails so cutely.

"Let's go swimming in that sapphire blue water," Morgan says eagerly. His mid-life crisis has blinded him to everything except that hot milf with a posh high-paying job at Syracuse University. Grabbing onto a fairy tale fantasy with both hands and never letting go. (But something tells me his dreamy second marriage will end in a nightmarish second divorce.)

"I've been dying to swim here, stepdaddy," Kara replies in that sweet girlish tone I love so well. Making damn sure to ingratiate herself to Morgan so he'll spoil her just as much as her old father. "My regular daddy got me a cute little bikini for my birthday, to compensate for losing both me and his wife in the divorce."

"We're all dying to see that," I utter stupidly, biting my tongue. Kara giggles playfully at me, then prances into her cabin to put it on. I go into my own cabin and strip off my orange S.U. Orange t-shirt, khaki cargo shorts and red boxers. Sighing at my lanky unathletic body in a mirror, wishing I'd taken my old mother's advice of playing school sports or at least getting a gym membership at Shoppingtown Mall on Erie Boulevard. That would have given me more energy for schoolwork and finding a girlfriend. I could have been a buff co-valedictorian with Kara Kerry, stealing some thunder from Little Miss Perfect.

I get a boner just thinking about my stepsister's naked supermodel-caliber body, picturing her naked just five feet away through a pair of thin bamboo walls constructed by humble rastafarians. The distant muffled sound of reggae music filters through an open window, drifting on the sea breeze from a small village on the other side of a long barbed-wire fence. (Protecting clueless first world tourists like us from hardcore third world thugs.) I take a deep breath and picture my senile grandmother shitting on a bedside commode. That works like a charm, shrinking my prick like a scared turtle. I slide on a pair of conservative blue knee-length swimming trunks and hustle eagerly back out to the beach.

Kara struts out of her cabin in a tiny white two-piece with pink polka dots. Hot as fuck! Her perky c-cup tits are barely covered by two strips of fabric, with two pink spaghetti straps between and another winding behind her neck. The bottom piece covers her genitalia with not much to spare, held in place by more pink spaghetti straps that tie together on her waist. Holy shit, this ginger cutie is ripped right from the pages of Hustler's Barely Legal (a dozen issues of which I found in my father's secret stash a few weeks ago, while he was out shopping for Maggie's wedding ring.)

"Wooowwww," I leer like the horny teenage guy I am; trying like hell to tame my tiger.

"I know, right?" Kara giggles sweetly, tossing her red pigtails. "What kind of father gets a bathing suit like this for his daughter?"

"I'm also one of those 'cool dads,' honey," Morgan beams, admiring her body just as hard as me.

"Your beauty won't last too long, so you better make the most of it," Maggie muses. They're both too preoccupied with sex on their honeymoon to care that their daughter looks like a porn star on the set of "Bahama Beach Bitches 3." (About to get hammered by Tommy Pistol.)

"I sure will, mommy dearest!"

Kara prances right into the gentle Bahamian bay, with her tits jiggling nicely and her nearly naked heart-shaped ass getting splashed with salt water. Like a bad rerun of 1980s Baywatch, or that "HI-Surf" show that failed miserably last year. I follow my stepsister in dumbstruck awe, loving that warm tropical water on my skin while Maggie and Maggie frolic behind us like middle-aged teenagers at heart. Kara floats face-down on the surface, gazing at the colorful underwater scenery. She resurfaces a moment later looking even sexier, all soaked and gleaming with her flaming hair sticking adorably to her milky freckled flesh.

"Oh my god, it's amazing down there. Take a look, Jimmy!"

I stretch out face-down on the salty water, gazing at the pure white sand at the bottom that refracts the sunlight, tinting the water a mystical cerulean blue. A bunch of orange clownfish and azure tangs poke around equally colorful plants, like a submarine gay pride parade.

"Damn, that's better than Finding fucking Nemo," I chortle.

My stepsister tosses her pigtails yet again, sighing pleasantly and glancing up at a jumbo jet at cruising altitude. Leaving a transcendent white contrail across a pure blue sky.

"You're really cute, Jimmy."

"Really?" I croak awkwardly, feeling a strong twinge in my underwater wang. Nobody has ever called me cute, except for my close biological family members.

"In a non-Hollywood, boy-next-door way. My old boyfriend Craig was a lot like you. The exact opposite of me."

"Opposites attract, eh?"

"Like fire and water."

"You're smokin' hot, ginger," I groan stupidly, quickly biting my tongue.

"State champion hot, two years in a row with the Bulldog dance crew," she beams proudly. "Come on, I'll race you over to that raft."

She swims skillfully toward a little wooden diving platform that's anchored a few hundred feet out in the calm bay. I follow her at a much slower pace and join her on the platform, gazing at Morgan and Maggie as they kiss each tenderly in the distant water.

"Oh my god, I can't picture those guys 'consummating their union' tonight," Kara giggles.

"Ugh, me neither."

"Thank god mom hit menopause last year. I don't want some other little brat stealing their love and money from me... and you."

"They can adopt another little brat real easy, from some third-world hellhole."

"Let's pray not."

I grumble under my breath, cursing the heavens once again for making me unable to bang this bodacious redhead. "I wish I chose Muhlenberg College too instead of Fairfield, so I could watch you dance and act every day."

"Yeah, I can tell you like me. Really like me," she coos, stroking her left bicep on the wooden platform. Oh shit, she totally has the hots for me! My heart races with intense taboo lust as she gazes deep into my brown eyes with those big hypnotizing emerald greens. She lets go of my arm a long moment later, giggling nonchalantly.

"I wanna see you dance on this raft, like a hula girl."

"Sure thing, step-bro," Kara beams. She stands in the middle of the raft and wiggles energetically, just like that brunette girl from Dirty Dancing in a grass Hawaiian skirt (before the much dirtier dancing started with Swayze and Grey.) My sexy step-sister rocks the wooden platform with smooth swaying motions, jutting her pale perfect curves at just the right angles. Damn, this ginger has moves like Jagger. My whole body tingles with desire, enraptured by her feminine grace.

"Is that a clownfish in your trunks, or are you just happy to see me?"

"Oh shit," I groan awkwardly, realizing that she gave me a raging boner with that performance. "That's so embarrassing, getting a hard-on for my step-sis."

"Whatever, you know I don't give a shit," she snickers. "It's too hot on this raft thingy. Let's swim some more, and go find Dory."

We plunge back into the refreshing sea, splashing around while Morgan and Maggie do the same thing a quarter mile away. We're both making up for being only-children, having no siblings around the house to play with and keep our bad ideas in check. Everything suddenly seems to fall in perfect order with my new stepsister. Like that feeling I used to get while hiking through the Adirondacks on summer vacations; stopping at a babbling stream in a wooden ravine and getting seized by a strangely intoxicating sense of poetic harmony with the universe. Something tells me my last summer of pure unadulterated "teen spirit" will be the best one ever; lavishing in the glow of this enchanting stuck-up mommy's girl.

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

The day wears into night with increasing boredom on this god-forsaken island, made worse by flaming lust for Kara Kerry. After a Hawaiian-themed dinner along the beach, we finally retire to our separate cabins. I lie awake on the mattress with no clothes on and no sheets over my body, because it's still too darn hot on San Salvador island. The eerie glow of a full moon shines through an open window, along with monotonous annoying ooo-shoo-wakka, ooo-shoo-wak, ooo-shoo-wakka, ooo-shoo-wak reggae beats from a nearby village. The rhythm of the Caribbean is also the rhythm of hell, IMHO.

I can't help picturing Morgan and Maggie 'consummating their union' at the other end of this gated resort. Fucking that gorgeous blonde milf with unbridled aggression, the same way he fucked my less attractive brunette mother. He always barked out sexual orders and smacked Susan's ass real hard, over and over and over. Keeping me awake on the other side of their bedroom wall on those cold snowy Syracuse nights.

I picture the naked d-cup tits of his "sports car" wife bouncing wildly with every hard thrust, making me shudder with revulsion. Maggie's milky milf face soon dissolves into the milky freckled face of her daughter. My dick soars right to full mast, like a heat-seeking missile programmed to pound her tight teen pussy. I stroke it nice and slow while imagining myself creeping over to her cabin and finding her conveniently nude, aroused and positioned on a matching bed. Fucking that perky barely legal bitch like a dog, with her freckly c-cups drooping like udders.

I gradually pick up the pace, growling under my breath while imagining Kara Kerry moaning and groaning with the same theatrical flair she brought to eight school plays and many more halftime shows. Reaching multiple orgasms while I smack her tits and ass repeatedly. The imagined sound of fleshy spanking suddenly turns into the real sound of knocking. Someone is gently rapping, rapping on my cabin door, upon a midnight dreary.

"Oh shit. Uhh... just a minute!"

My throbbing erection quickly dwindles as I hop out of bed and scramble to find the light switch and throw on a robe. I go to the door and gaze through the peephole, not willing to open the door for any strangers in a poor island nation brimming with proud potheads, even in this walled-off tourist resort.

It's Kara Kerry, wearing a pink silk robe that's much more stylish than my blue polyester Wal-Mart getup. I open the door and behold her cute schoolgirlish face. Like a hotter version of Faye Reagan, my favorite redhead porn star. Kara gazes right back at me with a wry grin on her full red lips.

"Hey Jimmy. I can't sleep a wink tonight," she beams.

"Me neither. It gives me the willies thinking about my daddy getting busy with your mommy."

"Funny way of putting it, step-bro. But they seem really happy together, so let 'em get their rocks off before reality kicks in."

She tosses her shiny red bangs, filling my nostrils with that enchanting flowery feminine musk.

"Wanna play some Scrabble to kill the time?" I ask awkwardly.

"Maybe later. Right now, I was kinda thinking we could do something more... fun."

Her naughty tone suddenly gets me hot again. "What kind of... fun?"

She cocks her head slyly and grins from ear to ear. "Skinny dipping."

Holy shit! "Skinny dipping?"

"Hell yeah, boy. I know you're dying to see me naked, and this 'honeymoon' is probably your last chance."

"Damn, ginger. You're crazy as fuck!"

"You love how crazy I am. Live a little, you geeky bookworm."

Much to my pleasant surprise, she yanks that pink silk bathrobe right off her body, revealing what little was concealed beneath that polka-dot bikini. Her pointy pink nipples look even better than Miss Reagan's, and her neatly shaved "Vice Bush" gleams gloriously under a full moon.

"Oh gaaahd," I groan pathetically toward those incredible boobs, trying harder not to get hard but quickly failing.

"I showed you mine, now show me yours. Fair is fair, Jimmy."

Her playful theatrical nature demolishes my defenses in no time flat. I rip off my cheap-ass Wal-Mart gown, making her sigh comically.

"Not bad for a starter," she giggles toward my erect manhood. "Last one in is a rotten egg!"

She drapes her robe over a railing and prances across the beach, kicking up sand on her awesome naked heart-shaped ass. I drape my own robe over hers and saunter into the bay, filled with an intoxicating sense of danger. The full moon reflects brilliantly off the placid water and the pure white sand beneath. She swims right up to me with that same naughty grin.

"Oh shit, this is totally crazy," I utter incredulously. "I sure hope Maggie and Morgan don't decide to go night swimming too."

"They're probably worn out from all that humping, sleeping like a pair of logs," Kara chortles. She strokes my biceps underwater, getting me even hornier. "Come on, I'll race you over to the raft."

She swims rapidly over to that floating platform, standing on top of it before I'm halfway there. Her naked body glistens incredibly with the lunar sea glow, under a canopy of stars in high definition, far from any major cities on this secluded island.

"You're so fucking hot, step-sis," I groan, going out of my fucking mind. "I wanna see you dance again."

"With pleasure, Mister Powell."

Kara commences the same highly-choreographed routine she performed with the Bulldog dance team at halftime eight months ago (when the chronically inept Nottingham football team was already losing 27-0.) Shaking her wet tits and wiggling her wet ass so fine to an unheard pop song. My dick springs right back up to a full six inches, and it takes so much willpower not to stroke it while she rocks the raft like a naked backline dancer for Dua Lipa. Her pussy lips wink open as she stretches her legs with wide diagonal kicks, driving me crazier.

My valedictorian step-sister keeps strutting like a stripper at Diamond Dolls near the Syracuse airport. She "drops it like it's hot," then she arches her back in a sharp inverted c-shape. Sliding her hands over her perky tits and down to her nicely curved hips, twerking toward the brilliant Bahamian moon. (That wasn't part of the school performance, of course.)

"Holy fuck," I groan erotically, bobbing my head toward her thrusting thighs. This crazy bitch totally wants me! Step-sibling sex is technically legal, one step above incest... but I don't want to deep-six my father's second marriage and lose his financial support, which I'll surely need as a professional fiction writer in the streaming video / AI era.

Kara springs back to her feet a few moments later, finishing with an energetic flourish and striking a Vogue pose.

"Not bad, eh Jimmy-boy?"

"That was fucking great," I utter throatily, revealing the full depth of my desire. She tossed her pigtails away from her breasts for an obstructed view, then she sashays right up to me, draping her arms around my shoulders and pressing her perfect wet body against my less-than-perfect wet body. Oh my god!

"Your dick doesn't lie," she murmurs, reaching down and grabbing the throbbing shaft, making me gasp.

"For real, girl?"

"For real, boy," she beams, squeezing it hard and stroking slowly from tips to balls. "I've wanted you ever since Maggie went on that first date with your daddy."

My mind quickly goes south, like a Canadian goose. "I wanna be your daddy, bitch."

"I knew that already, because I've read all your sex stories on Literotica."

"How did you know I wrote those? I use a fake name, and there's like a million stories on that site."

"I stumbled on one called 'Smells like Teen Incest.' I knew it was you writing as 'GingerSnapperX' because you threw in a bunch of stuff I've said to you over the past year."

The thought of her masturbating while reading my wank stories gets me even hotter. I squeeze her bare ass cheeks with both hands, and turn my head toward our parent's cabin at the far end of the beach, three thousand feet away with no lights on. Too far for them to spot us anyway in the murky moonlight.

"Suck my fucking cock, ginger," I growl, getting into the dominator character that dominates my dirty fiction.

"Yes sir," she beams seductively.

I shove her down on her knees and press my cock against her full red lips. She puckers up and takes it deep into her mouth, making me howl like a Caribbean wolf. Twisting her head back and forth while sucking hard, making loud slurping sounds that mix with the sloshing water sounds below us.

"Fuck yeah, Kara Kerry. Gimme some honey on your momma's honeymoon."

She laughs with a mouthful of meat, still twisting her ginger head skilfully. An intense perverted thrill surges throughout my body; feeling so wild and free in tropical paradise. This is the spark I needed to break out of my loveless high school funk, starting my college years with a bang, getting lots of "inspiration" for my literary erotica.

She licks my highly sensitive tip with a playfully meandering tongue, then she jams the shaft back into her mouth, bobbing up and down briskly. Squeezing the base with her left hand while stroking her clit with the right, humming a disjointed melody under her breath.

"Shit, ginger, you suck cock just as good as you dance. I'm gonna fuck your face up!"

I grab her red pigtails and thrust rapidly, slapping my crotch against her lips and whapping my balls against her chin. She growls fiercely while getting a nice hard cocking. I feel so fucking good, way better than jerking off to stupid porn videos and stories. (I'm one of the scant few writers who bother to craft compelling plotlines and three-dimensional characters on Literotica.)

"Oh fuuuuck. Are you my good submissive step-sister?"

"Uh-huh."

She really goes to town on my dick, whipping her head up and down, slurping up a storm. Sending me to cloud nine with freaky public fellatio.

"You ain't making me cum so soon, ginger. We're gonna make this last. Get your ass down on the raft, and spread your legs real wide."

"Whatever you say, daddy," she giggles sweetly. She plops down on the wet wooden beams and forms a nice V-shape with her highly flexible legs, grabbing her ankles to anchor them in place. Her fire crotch is so inviting in the enchanting moonlight, even though it's too dark to make out any red or pink hues. I kneel down eagerly and bury my face in that spicy garden, loving her sea salt-enhanced vaginal flavor. She groans harshly toward the moon, jerking her lean body violently as I nibble her puffy little clit.

"Fuck yeah, Jimmy-boy! You eat my pussy way better than those dumb football jocks."

"I'm running a zero blitz against your Tampa 2 defense, bitch!"

I smack her ass hard, making her yelp delightfully. Diving back down in my step-sister's sweet muffin patch; licking, slurping, nibbling her salty folds like hell. I never needed a girl as much as I need her right now. Kara captivated my mind with her thespian talents and seduced my body with amazing dance moves, keeping me warm with unrequited lust during many lake effect snow storms. Now I'm throwing all that energy back at her in one glorious tropical night.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

I love the sound of my bare wet hands hitting her bare wet ass over and over. Like father, like son, dominating women with comical machismo. I stick my tongue deep in her twat and whip my head back and forth, loving the smooth silky tangy flesh enveloping my taste buds.

"Oh fuck, your tongue feels so good, so deep in my pussy. Just like Katie's alpha daddy in your crazy stories," she utters mockingly, grabbing my head with both hands and grinding my face into her snatch. "Just like that, you fucking book geek. I'm turning you into a real man. Oh shit, I'm gonna cum! Oooooowaaaaaah!"

She squirts spectacularly, blasting my entire face with hot girl-jizz.

"Naughty girl, super soaking me without warning," I grunt, smacking her ass harder.

"You're just as naughty, Jimmy. I want you to fuck me in the ocean."

"Fuck yeah, bitch."

I pick up her lithe body and toss her overboard, making her laugh giddily. I jump right down and pin her shoulders against the edge of the raft, fumbling below the dark waterline to get a good grip on her highly toned ass. She wraps her legs around my waist and grabs my penis, guiding it right into her vagina.

"Oh shit!" she squeals, seized by a sudden shockwave of pleasure. Her tight twat feels so good, squeezing warmly against my young manhood in the cooling midnight sea. An even stronger perverted thrill races through my own body, growling and laughing at the same time in utter disbelief at our crazy marriage-less "honeymoon" during our parent's real honeymoon. I fuck Maggie's precious daughter quite energetically, getting a lot of resistance from all that H2O.

"Oh god, that's good. Fucking ginger drama queen, getting the trouble you've been asking for."

"Fuck yeah, Jimmy. I dreamed about fucking you in all those school plays, watching you down in the front row."

"God damn," I groan, squeezing her perky tits underwater. "I wish I was Romeo in that Shakespeare shit, shoving my cock up your Capulet."

She giggles and moans simultaneously, then she kisses me passionately while I thrust away, pumping her ass into the wet wood. I only had one real girlfriend before this; some lame redhead emo chick who loved my whiny stories in the Nottingham literary magazine. Now I'm hitting the big leagues with Kara Kerry.

"Oh fuck, yes, yes, yes!" she groans theatrically. "You better not cum in my pussy."

"Fuck no. I'm gonna bust my nuts all over your pretty face."

"Bust those big coconuts on the beach, boy," she giggles, breaking free of my grasp and swimming like a seal toward the shore. I trail far behind, watching her ass emerge from the water and watching her tits jiggle all the way to the white moonlit sand.

"Be my dog again, bitch," I mutter while exiting the ocean. "Bend over against that palm tree."

"My favorite kind of tree for romantic moods. But it's technically not a tree, being classified in the bamboo family," she replies sweetly; smart and slutty at the same time. She hustles over to that pseudo-tree, bends over horizontally, and braces her dainty little hands against the rough bumpy bark. Her little wet pussy peeks out adorably, begging for my dick. I grab her glutes and slam it right back in, making her howl to the moon just a short stroll away from a cabin with her horny mother and my horny father.

"God damn, you dirty fucking redhead," I growl, spanking her wet ass viciously with both hands. "I'm making you my secret kinky bride."

"Fuck yeah, boy. You better pound my pussy every fucking day, before we leave for college."

"The summer of love, with plenty of 69."

I grab her pigtails and yank her head way back, making her laugh throatily. Fucking her in a steady rapid rhythm while clutching those red braided man-handles, with my hips crashing loudly against her dance team derriere. I'll probably never feel this manly again after I go off to Fairfield, hitting all those dusty "literary" books.

"Gimme that cum, step-bro. I wanna taste it!"

"Not yet, slutty step-sis. Ride me like a cowgirl in the waves."

"Ooh yeah, that always looks fun in the movies. From Here to Eternity."

I go to the edge of the water and lie down on the wet sand. Kara straddles my pasty thighs and slides my dick up her pussy nice and slow, moaning triumphantly. Then she bounces up and down like hell, riding her step-brother like a mechanical bull with little foamy waves caressing my hairy balls.

"Faster, cowgirl!" I bark out, smacking her salty ass even more. "I know you've been dying to ride my geeky cock."

"You're better than all those cool actor boys. You're the man of my dreams."

"Wake the hell up, ya spoiled mamma's girl cunt!"

SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!

"Fuck yeah, Jimmy! Make it hurt so good, just like Rupert Wolf."

I get even hotter while picturing my favorite BDSM story set in a penthouse suite in New York's "Billionaire Building." I slam her lean body down on the wet beach and fuck her brains out in the missionary position, adding a nice scratchy sandy sensation inside her hoo-ha.

"Oh shit, I'm gonna cum! Get down on your fucking knees!"

She gladly obeys my order, kneeling in the rolling waves with her mouth wide open and her tongue sticking out. I squeeze her red pigtails together and yank her head way back, jerking off like hell with my right hand. Blasting a huge load all over her face, hair and tits, howling savagely toward the Bahama moon. My best orgasm ever, transcending mere physical release to a life-changing spiritual catharsis.

"Nice shot, step-bro," she giggles sweetly. "I look like a glazed apple fritter at Wegman's."

"Oh shiiiiit, you crazy fucking redhead," I groan breathlessly. "I wanna eat you up!"

"The same way you grazed the buffet at our parent's wedding reception," she snickers. She fingers a gallon of cum off her pale flesh and puts it in her mouth, swallowing every last drop like a good girl while humming contentedly. Then she stands up in the rolling waves and kisses me tenderly.

"This will be the best summer ever, Jimmy-boy."

"No doubt, Kara-girl. I'll make all my fiction fantasies come true with you."

"Behind daddy's back, of course."

"I'm good at sneaking around, but Morgan is fucking clueless to begin with."

"Like father, like son. You're the valedictorian of masturbation."

"I'm going summa cum laude on your slutty dancing queen ass."