Bahama Mama

We arrived at the front door to the bungalow and saw that all the lights were off. I guess Dad and Wendy had gone to bed. I helped Jason up the stairs to the loft. He stumbled a few times, but made it to the bed without much incident. He lay down on the bed with his head on the pillow.

"I'll use the bathroom first, "I said and went in the bathroom and shut the door. Jason mumbled something incoherent and rolled over onto the pillow.

As I washed my face, I thought about all the crazy events that happened tonight. I started to build a relationship with my dad's new wife, whom I seem to like. I re-connected with my father after him living away for so many years. Oh yeah, and of course, I gave my brother a hard-on. It's been a while since I gave anyone a hard-on. I have to say, even though it was Jason, I liked the feeling. I didn't think I'd actually do anything about it with him, but it sure felt nice while it was happening. At least I think I'm sure.

I hung up my dress and changed into shorts and a tee shirt for sleep. I opened the closet door in the bathroom looking for a towel and heard muffled, distant sounds. Groans and such. Curiously, I listened for the source of the sounds and ventured into the very back of the closet. There were several shelves at the back of the closet with a number of stacked white bath towels and some extra toiletries. The sounds seemed to be coming from behind the shelves, so I removed some of the towels and saw a grate of some kind attached to the wall between the middle two shelves. It looked like maybe an air conditioning vent or some type of fan vent. It was about one foot square and I could clearly hear the sounds coming from the vent. As I got closer, it was clear that the vent was directly above the bed in the master bedroom. The sound I was hearing was my father and Wendy having sex.

I quickly backed out of the closet and closed the door. "Oh my God," I thought, "I can't be listening to that." Or could I, I thought.

I thought back to what I'd seen in the closet. The vent was a square with narrow slats running horizontally. I wondered if I could actually see into the room. I knew it would be wrong to listen in on my father having sex, but the idea that I could do it without getting caught was very exciting. I didn't know what to do, so I quietly opened the door to check on Jason. He was sound asleep, snoring loudly on the bed. I closed the door and tiptoed back to the closet. I had to know if I could see. I quietly opened the closet door and more clearly heard my father and Wendy since the towels were no longer blocking the sound. I have to admit that this was becoming very exciting and almost dangerous, and I could feel my nipples getting hard, so I began to rub one through my tee shirt. I started breathing heavier and knew that I needed to calm down a little or risk being heard. I was actually starting to get wet.

I closed the closet door to make sure there would be no light shining through the vent and crept up to the wall. The sounds were getting louder and I needed to see what was happening.

As I looked through the slats of the vent I couldn't believe what I could see. From my vantage point, the slats looked directly down onto the bed. I was watching Wendy sucking my father's cock while it looked like his tongue was buried deep in her pussy. She was moaning while giving him a blow job and having her pussy sucked.

I watched for a few minutes while my hand slowly slid down to my own pussy juices. The wetness had soaked through my panties and I began to rub my clit back and forth. I had never had sexual thoughts about my father before, but seeing him like this with another woman sucking his big cock was more than I could handle. I listened when he was about to cum as he began to pant her name. "Wendy! Wendy, I'm gonna cummmm."

"In my mouth baby, in my mouth," she panted and began to suck harder and deeper on his cock. I could see my father lurch his hips forward and with a final groan, shoot his wad of cum deep into Wendy's mouth. It looked like she had her mouth down his cock all the way to his balls, so he must be shooting cum down to the back of her throat. It didn't take long before I was shuttering and having my own orgasm. I fell back on the floor and shoved my finger deep into my pussy as I began to shake.

I bit the finger on my other hand to keep myself from moaning and having them hear me. When my orgasm finished, I began to breathe normally, so I took another peek through the slats. Dad and Wendy had switched places. Now she was on her back, with her legs spread wide while Dad was fingering her pussy and licking the juices. I knew this was a good time for me to slip away before I got caught, so I put the towels back in front of the vent and left the bathroom closet.

I sat down on the edge of the tub. I was sweating and still shaking a bit from what I'd witnessed. I needed to calm down and clean myself up, so I washed again, brushed my teeth and my hair. I quietly opened the bedroom door and heard Jason again; sound asleep and snoring as if nothing happened.

I thought it would be funny if I woke him up and said, "Hey, I just masturbated myself to a great orgasm while I watched Wendy suck dads cock," but I thought better of it.

Instead, I stood over his bed and just looked at him sleep. My baby brother. But he's also become a man, as I remembered his hard-on earlier. I looked down at his shorts and could see the outline of his cock. It was no longer erect, but it was a nice size. Thick. I debated for a few seconds about what to do next, but my mood got the better of me and I reached down and began gently caressing Jason's cock. Very gently at first, but then I could feel it start to get hard. Jason shook quickly and coughed, so I pulled my hand back, embarrassed that I might have been caught.

"What's the matter?" he said, confused about what was happening.

"Nothing Jase, " I shook my head and looked away. "I'm finished in the bathroom. You can use it. I'm going to bed."

"Oh. OK. Good night Sara," he mumbled as he crawled into the bathroom.

I quickly slid under the blanket of the pull out couch and thought about what had happened. I couldn't believe how I felt. I was equally angry with myself for allowing things to go as far as they did, but also very excited and horny about what could have been. I pulled the blanket up under my chin and went to sleep.

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The next morning I woke up to the smell of fresh coffee and bacon cooking in the kitchen. The smells had wafted up to the loft. I stumbled out of bed and shuffled to the bathroom with a Bahama Mama headache. Jason was still asleep and had all the pillows covering his head.

I showered, got dressed, came out of the bathroom and gently shook Jason. "Wake up sleepy. It's a beautiful day out there today." He groaned something incomprehensible and rolled over on his side. I just laughed and said, "OK then. I'm going to eat all the bacon," and I went down to the kitchen.

Wendy had prepared a great breakfast of bacon, eggs, fresh fruit and coffee. Lots of coffee which I drank black.

"How did you sleep Sara?" Wendy asked. "It sometimes takes a few days to get used to the time zone."

"I slept great actually. Just enough alcohol to help me pass out. I feel fine now. Jason, on the other hand, still looks dead to the world." It was awkward for me and I had a tough time looking her in the eye. I mean, she had no idea I watched her have sex with my father. I wanted to ask her, what was it like? How does my father's cock taste? Did you swallow all his cum? Can he get you off by sucking on your clit? Of course, all I could work up the nerve to say was "The coffee's great. Thanks for making it."

I just couldn't stop thinking about what I saw. I never saw my dad's cock before. And seeing Wendy's tight body and watching her sucking his cock and seeing Dad's tongue deep in Wendy's pussy...it's actually making me wet again just thinking about it. And thinking about what I almost did with Jason. Am I crazy? Why am I so horny? What's happening to me?

Just then, my father came out of the bedroom. "Morning sweetie," he said as his kissed the top of my head. "Beautiful day out there."

I had to keep myself from looking down at his crotch while he prepared his coffee. I wondered what it would be like to suck his cock or having it deep within me. I still couldn't believe what I saw last night. He walked over to Wendy and hugged her. "How you feeling, Babe?" he asked while he looked deep into her eyes.

"Great," she said. "Can't wait for today."

"Wendy and I are going out on a catamaran today. You want to come along?" He asked.

"Thanks Dad, but I think I'd rather just hang out at the beach today. I saw some nice lounge chairs that look like they need someone to crash in them all day."

"OK. That sounds like it'll be fun too," he said. "You might want to bring your brother along so he doesn't get into too much trouble."

"I will if he ever gets out of bed."

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I'd been enjoying the lounge chair for a few hours when Jason stumbled up to me.

"Well well, look what the cat dragged in. You still look like crap."

"I feel even worse," he said. "I need a drink."

"Ahh. A little hair of the dog. That'll do it. I think I'll join you." We ordered up some pina coladas for me and a few bottles of Corona for Jason.

While we waited for the drinks to be delivered, I was looking over at Jason. He really was a handsome kid. He was in great shape since football season and worked out every day. I could see his muscles ripple every time he moved in the chair. Damn, it was happening again – I felt that familiar twinge in the pit of my stomach and I adjusted in my seat as I began to get wet again. He was wearing gym shorts and he had a tuft of hair running from the middle to his belly straight down to his pants. I could see the outline of his cock beneath his shorts. "Stop looking at him," I wanted to scream to myself. Thank God I was wearing sunglasses so he couldn't see me gawking. I don't know what's wrong with me.

"I'm going for a dip," I said and quickly got up off the lounge chair. I stood and took off the tee shirt I was wearing over my bikini. Even though I had small breasts, I was in good shape from working out during the long, cold days of a Nebraska winter. I bent over to give Jason a nice view of my tits. I actually felt good about how I looked.

I saw him raise his eyebrows a bit as he looked at my body. "A little skimpy on the bikini, huh Sara," he said with a smile.

"Why not," I said. "We're in the Bahamas and I'm on vacation. Besides, you love it," I said as I winked at him and pushed my breasts together to pretend I had some cleavage. "Come on in the water. It looks beautiful." I jogged into the water and dove in.

I saw Jason out of the corner of my eye following me into the water. It looked like he had the beginning of a hard-on again, and he was trying to hide it from me. He dove in and popped up in the water right next to me.

"Hey stud," I joked to him. "You having fun yet?" I reached over and climbed on his back. "Give me a piggy back ride Jase, just like you used to." I wrapped my arms around his chest and pressed my tits into his back. He reached down and slipped his arms under my legs to support my weight, like he used to.

"You haven't done this in a long time. You're a lot stronger than the last time you did it." I began to massage his chest muscles and his arms. "Big time football player," I laughed. I continued to massage his chest and moved my hands down to his abs. "How low will I go?" I joked. "You were sliding your hands down pretty low on me last night. Let's see how you like it," I giggled, as my fingertips slipped under the top of his shorts and across the very top of his cock.

"Hey, I'm a horny teenager," he said. "I'm up for anything you are." He then flipped me off his back and I landed upside down in the water.

"Nice move stud. You really know how to treat a girl." I laughed and started to splash him.

"I'm still hung over. Where's that beer?"

"I don't know. Let's go find out." And we got out of the water and went back to our chairs where our drinks were waiting.

We spent the next several hours drinking and making sexual innuendo comments to each other. Of course, the more we drank, the more the comments were becoming specific. Each of us testing the other to figure out if we were really serious or if this was one big vacation tease. It started out innocent enough, but then we were asking each other questions about how we like to have sex and how often do you masturbate. Jason asked about my various boyfriends in high school and about the guys in college. What were they like? Was it wild? Jason even asked me if I ever thought about him when I played with myself. "Sometimes," I said as I looked at him coyly.

It was getting late and we were getting drunk, so we agreed to go back to the bungalow and get ready for dinner. Dad and Wendy were already there waiting for us.

"We're heading over to the restaurant to have some drinks before dinner. Why don't you guys change and come on over," Wendy said to us when we walked in.

"Sounds great," said Jason. Dad and Wendy headed out for dinner, and Jason went up to take a shower.

This was a strange vacation for me, I thought as I waited for Jason to change. I'm seeing things and doing things I've never dreamed possible. And I'm actually enjoying it. I know it's not acceptable to have sexual feelings for your brother. Or your father. Or his new wife, for God's sake. But I'm having them all. And I'm sensing the same from Jason. Well, I have a plan to see if he feels the same way. Really feels the same way. And I plan to find out one way or another.

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After another great meal of eating and drinking, we all came back to the bungalow together. Dad and Wendy went into their room and Jason and I had another drink in the living room.

"So now what do you think about Wendy?" I asked. "She's pretty hot, isn't she?"

"Yeah, she sure is. And those dresses she wears are quite, how do I say it, revealing."

"Yeah. She's showing off her nipples," I said to see if I could shock him. "She has nice round tits, don't you think?"

Jason looked at me with wide eyes. "Um, yeah, I guess she does." I could see this was making him a little uncomfortable and I was enjoying the power.

"And think about it Jason. Daddy can fondle and suck those tits any time he wants to," I said with a gleam in my eye.

"I guess he can," he answered, nervously.

I figured it was now or never with Jason. He was nervous enough to wonder what I was up to. But he was also buzzed enough to maybe follow through. At least I hoped so.

"Do you want to see them?" I asked.

"What??"

"Do you want to see them?" I asked again.

"What are you talking about Sara?"

"Just answer the question. Do you want to see them?"

Well, sure I do. Who wouldn't?"

"That's what I needed to hear. Come with me," I said as I reached out and grabbed his hand. I turned out all the lights downstairs, and led him up to the loft.

"What's going on Sara?" he asked.

"You'll find out soon enough."

We got to the top of the stairs and I looked him deeply in the eyes. "You ready?" I asked.

"I guess so."

"Good." I opened the bathroom door and pulled him in.

"Keep your voice down and follow me," I said as I opened the closet door. I was still holding his hand and I could feel nervous sweat on his palms. My own heart was beating like crazy and my panties were starting to stick to me with anticipation.

We moved to the back of the closet and I removed all the towels covering the vent. We could hear muffled grunts coming from the vent, and I knew Dad and Wendy were at it again.

"Take a look," I said and pointed to the vent. "But make sure you're quiet."

Jason walked over to the vent and peeked through. "Holy shit, Dad and Wendy are fucking!"

"Shhh. Keep your voice down or they'll hear us," I said in a whisper. I leaned over next to Jason and peeked through the vent. Wendy was on top, with Dad's cock deep in her pussy. They were rocking very slowly on the bed. There was just enough light in the room to see Dad and Wendy clearly. Wendy's tits were slapping against Dad's chest.

I whispered in Jason's ear. "Well, what do you think?" I scratched my fingers across his back. "Like what you see?"

"Holy Shit, that's hot!" he whispered.

I continued to rub his back with my hand sliding down towards his ass. I whispered in his ear, "Don't say a word or they'll hear us." I noticed he was breathing heavier as my hand slid down between his shorts to his ass and I began to massage it. "Shhhh," I said. I took my hand back out of his shorts and slowly slid it down to his legs and started rubbing up and down the inside of his thigh while he stared through the vent at Dad and Wendy. My thumb slid up inside his shorts and touched the outside of his balls. With my other hand I was massaging my already soaked pussy. He subtly stepped apart so his legs were wider. The thought that my brother was staring at my father's cock deep inside Wendy's pussy and I was rubbing his leg and balls was making me so hot, I couldn't stand it anymore. I figured it was now or never, so I dropped to my knees and started unbuckling Jason's shorts.

He looked down at me. "Sara..Sar" I quickly shushed him and continued to get his shorts down.

He returned his gaze to the scene below in the bed as I could hear the grunts getting louder. I finally got his shorts and underwear down to his ankles and started massaging his cock which was covered with pre cum. I reached under and massaged his balls while I gently sucked the tip of his cock into my mouth. Jason started to moan. I was actually doing it. I was sucking my brother's cock! I couldn't believe it. I moved my tongue up and down the shaft of his cock and took one of his balls into my mouth and gently sucked it. Jason's knees started to buckle a little so I went back to the tip of his cock and slowly started sucking down the shaft lightly flicking my tongue across the tip. He began panting and I could sense he was going to cum. He started thrusting his cock deep in my mouth and I was starting to gag a little. But I wouldn't take it out of my mouth. It was like I was almost possessed as I was sucking his cock as deep as I could while I shoved my middle finger in and out of my soaking wet pussy. I could sense he was about to cum since he was panting and moaning loudly. I wondered if he was so loud that Dad and Wendy could hear him, but I was so lost in the moment I didn't care. I then felt his cock expand and he shot a thick cream of cum deep down my throat. I began to go into a convulsing orgasm myself, panting and moaning while he was shooting another load of cum deep down my throat. Jason leaned back against the side of the closet and slid down to the floor across from me. He was still panting and he look at me deep in my eyes, "Sara, I can't believe we just did that."

"Shhhh," I said, and I crawled up to him and gave him a slow, deep kiss, sticking my tongue as far into his mouth as I could. "I love you Jason."

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The next morning when I woke up, I thought about what had happened to me the past couple days. There must be something about the weather in the Bahamas. Or something in the air (most likely, it was something in the Bahama Mama's). I smiled. I had sucked my brother's cock and swallowed his cum while we watched my father having sex. For the first time in my life, I saw my father's erect cock. I actually wondered what it would taste like or how it would feel deep inside me. I wondered how Wendy's pussy would taste. Would her juices taste like my own? Intellectually it sounds like I have some sick, deep problem. But emotionally, I wanted more. I wanted to feel my brother inside me. I wanted to experience sexual pleasure with Wendy and Dad. My thoughts about this were becoming insatiable.