Becky's South Beach Spring Breakbyscouries©
I started to write this story as an ode to all the sweet young coeds that descended on Miami and South Beach for the College Spring Break. There is nothing quite like this annual migration that brings America's best bodies and brightest minds to our sandy shores. And the real Rebecca was a true delight!
Then I woke up one morning and the story had changed to the following.
Reader Warning – This is an Interracial Incest story that in challenging two taboos may be too much for many readers. Please exit now if in doubt. For everyone else please enjoy....I did in writing it!
BECKY'S SOUTH BEACH SPRING BREAK
Rebecca Meets her Black Half Brother
Friday, March 10 2006 – South Beach, Miami, Florida
"Oh look Mandy," I cried as we turned left off 5th Street onto Ocean Drive and saw the white capped blue waves breaking on the famous beach to our right, while on our left the architectural splendor of the Art Deco district flashed by.
I could feel the excitement of Ellie and Crystal behind me as Mandy slowed her red A-6, as engrossed by the passing scenery as the rest of us.
"There it is!" Ellie screamed in my ear, her arm pointing over my shoulder to a hotel just ahead. "Look out Miami Beach, four hot sluts from Auburn University are now in towwwwn," she yelled through the window to the passing world.
"Shut up Ellie," Mandy chuckled, but the truth was we all wanted to start yelling.
Christ, we actually made it, I thought to myself. Four quiet, serious Auburn sophomores ready to rock South Beach. For just a sec I thought of Kent, off bass fishing somewhere in Arkansas for spring break, knowing my boyfriend would be more than pissed if he knew where his sweet little girl was.
We had left our apartment just a block from the campus of Auburn University at nine that morning, and after ten hours of anticipation, we had finally arrived. And we were ready to rock and roll.
Each of us nineteen, all of us happy, upper class, white Alabama natives, and each of us with a steady boyfriend at school. But...
...but something had happened to us in the last three or four months, some kind of sophomore fever that had invaded our bodies and brains, bringing with it a malaise, a questioning that none of us had ever experienced before. A desire to explore who we were...
Suddenly we weren't happy with our perfect little Alabama, upper class, vanilla lives. Our bass fishing and football tailgating boyfriends, our sorority... Sundays in church.
So we'd decided to go to South Beach for spring break! Get drunk! Smoke some dope? Fuck some Latinos! And were we nervous...and excited...and happy...and scared.
"I wonder why they call it the 'Clevelander' anyway?" Ellie asked about our hotel as we cruised up to it, "Like duh, we're not in Ohio."
No, it would only take anyone less than a millisecond to realize that we weren't in Ohio. This was big, bad Miami! And we had all decided we weren't going to miss our chance at freedom, the first time any of the four of us had dared to roam from our ordered lives.
Amanda, Mandy to all, sophisticated?, farm girl, blond, athletic, cheerleader, 5'6", perfect, kind, pink capped breasts, trimmed blond pubic fur that hardly hid her charms, sexy, funny, wanting to try something new...
Ellie May, short, 5' 3", thin, dirty blond hair, surprisingly big tits, shaven pussy, crazy, horny, nice, who on the drive down had promised to find, 'two hot young Latinos and fuck their brains out - guaranteed'...
Crystal, our red neck joker, 5' 7", her rich black curls cut short around her head, always talking sex, small breasts with fat nipples, thick, black pubic triangle, her big dark eyes always seeing amusement, making us laugh...
And then of course me! Rebecca de Scouries, Becky to most, raised just outside of Tuscaloosa, another farm girl...but, like Mandy, I'd grown up on more a gentleman's farm, both our Daddies had money, influence...I went to private school, was coddled...an only child...maids and the like...
I'm tall, 5'10", 'a giraffe', Crystal would snicker, long auburn hair that bounced over my shoulders as I walked, brown eyes with a fleck of gold, full high firm breasts (just a good big country handful), topped by silver dollar sized mahogany areoles that housed my secret weapon.
"You got the biggest, longest nipples in the world Becky," Amanda had announced to the class when we showered together for the first time back in high school after PE class. And they were sensitive!!
I lost my virginity because of them. It happened in my senior year of high school, an innocent eighteen year old bloodied by some boy from the University of Alabama (and me a girl from an Auburn family!) only because when he started tweaking and pulling and kissing my little monsters I got so hot before I knew it I was on my knees undoing his zipper. I was just rolled under his crimson tide! Shit, I guess somebody had to be first!
I had a couple of other boys the summer between high school and college, and then one other during initiation week before Kent found me. I'd just figured out (after thirteen months with him – I'm a slow learner) that Kent wasn't the answer, that I wanted a little more than bass fishing, football, NASCAR and beer for the rest of my life.
And that's why I was in Miami with my best friends. We all wanted to try some new cock! Really, that's what we'd decided. Big, anonymous cock! Have a week of fun but then be able to leave it behind when we went home. We'd already all agreed that whatever happened in Florida was to stay there, that once we were home our lips would be sealed.
We checked in to our efficiency on the third floor of the 'Clevelander', a large room facing out across Ocean Drive to the beach beyond. Two double beds, a cot, a couch, dresser, table/chairs, kitchenette, TV with 47 channels, and of course the view – all for only $1063.00 for the week. Not bad – only two-sixty something each, tax included.
After hurriedly unpacking we went downstairs to the outdoor, poolside bar to check the scene. We were tired from the drive down but excited, all of us eager to taste the hidden pleasures of this beachside city. And then we ran into Rod!
He was sitting at the tiki bar when we came down, the bar that sat near the pool, the bar that looked out over the multitudes that continually flowed in a colorful parade along Ocean Drive. Just as we went to sit down at a table on the patio we heard his deep, friendly laugh and for seconds we all watched him openmouthed as he sat talking to a little, well tanned blond (apparently our barmaid) across the bar.
He was a beautiful man, beautiful in the same sense the statue of David is beautiful, a muscular body topped by an obviously intelligent mind. He was a deep bronze, his mixed blood, his mixed genes somehow producing perfection.
"Oh my God," whispered Crystal, "do you think he's a movie star or something?"
Finally, after what seemed like minutes, but was probably mere seconds, Amanda hissed at the three of us, "remember our agreement girls,"
"What agreement?" panted Ellie, her eyes fixed on our Adonis's back.
"Remember...No Niggers...Northerners, they're OK, Latinos, definitely, Russians, Germans, Italians...even bloody Frenchmen...Asians sure, but...no...niggers."
"We don't use that word anymore Amanda," I corrected knowing immediately that somehow I was going to end up in this god's bed.
"People of color then," she amended with a glare.
And we had discussed it in the weeks leading up to this trip. We were still southerners. Oh, it's not the forties or fifties, no one talks much anymore about the clan, the Auburn Tigers football team is more black than white, hell blacks are on the Birmington city council...
...but it's not the north. Unsaid but understood truths were ingrained in every girl who went to my private school...a black boyfriend?... it was almost too scary to think about. Having sex with one...still a forbidden fantasy in our circle...
We watched him for a while, had a couple of drinks, some food, talked with a bunch of kids who were just finishing their spring break, learned what bar was hot, etcetera. The four of us were in bed by midnight, high, but not drunk, excited, happy, all of us somehow knowing this was going to be a special week.
We slept two to a bed that first night, Mandy and I in one, Ellie and Crystal the other.
"Night Becky," Mandy whispered in my ear as one of her fingers lightly caressed each of my nipples in turn through the thin tank top I was sleeping in. God, she knew how to get me going! But as I finally drifted off to sleep it was the golden god at the bar I was dreaming of...
Saturday, Day 2 South Beach
There seemed to be thousands of us on the beach the next day, kids from Michigan and Penn and Dartmouth, Hoosiers from Indiana, Kent Staters, engineers from V Tech and RPI and even MIT, blue bloods from Yale...and surprisingly they're were about as many girls as guys.
Crowds of students were everywhere, milling around, talking, drinking; all of us checking out the bods on display everywhere you looked. Our hotel, the 'Clevelander' was the unofficial headquarters of spring break and every afternoon hosted pool parties that featured dancing to local bands and ended with wild, drunken wet t-shirt contests.
On the beach we coeds were amazed at the European and local girls who tanned and swam topless, brazenly displaying their breasts in front of the whistling and watching college boys.
We lost Ellie early in the afternoon, she disappeared south down the beach, promising, "I'll find a couple of hot Latinos before the tide turns."
She was back two hours later, strutting topless towards us between two young teens. "ELLIE!," Mandy squealed when she saw her friend, shocked more by Ellie's bouncing bare breasts than the fact she had found her two men.
"We're going to the room for awhile," she told us winking, and then led her two beaus through the crowd of horny college boys.
"I can't believe it," Mandy complained as Ellie sashayed away, "I mean we just got here!"
We officially met Rod that afternoon on the beach, his nonchalant, "Hi girls, I think I saw you guys last night at the bar. You all staying at the Clevelander?" his opening gambit.
"I'm surprised you noticed anyone," teased Crystal, "the way you were monopolizing our serving girl."
"Not notice beautiful girls like you four," he crooned as his eyes found mine, then slipped lower.
"Yeah right," I mumbled as a blush spread across my cheeks.
"You girls aren't from Alabama by any chance are you?" he asked, suddenly doubtful.
"Auburn Tigers!" beamed Mandy proudly.
"Ohhh," he grunted, a wariness now in his voice. He stayed and talked for a few minutes more but we all sensed that for some reason his interest had waned.
"What's his problem," Crystal complained as he walked away. "I thought he was getting ready to ravage the three of us with his big prick and then bingo, he's off."
"We don't know he's got a big prick," Mandy objected.
"Oh yes we do," I said, the sadness I felt at his rejection of us evident in my voice. "Let's go see how Ellie's doing," I suggested.
"He's just playing had to get Becky," Crystal told me as we walked across the sand. "That boys interested in you honey, just you wait and see," she prophesized.
"What about me," Mandy asked.
"No chance sweetie, he can see you don't do black men."
"But neither do you, or Becky," she complained.
Ellie wasn't in the room when we returned, the only evidence of her passing the rumpled sheets on both beds and a lipstick message written on the bureau mirror, 'I'll be back tomorrow...yummmmmy.'
The three of us ended up at 'Crobar' that night, a hot, 'in' local club that was filled to its rafters with horny college kids. Mandy, tired, left early and Crystal and I ended up drunk in Dartmouth South, a wing of our hotel populated by boys from that august school and unofficially renamed in its honor. I can't claim to remember much of the night, and woke up in bed with two good looking juniors. But through the throbbing of a wicked headache I realized we all still had our underwear on and a quick inspection down below confirmed I hadn't made love with anyone.
Shit, two nights in Miami and I still hadn't got fucked! I wondered if Kent had hooked any big bass yet, wondered if his fishing was better than mine.
Sunday, Day 3 Haulover
Ellie finally sauntered back into our room around eleven in the morning, a big grin on her face, looking surprisingly good for someone who'd spent a night in the arms of two eager Latin lovers.
"So?" Mandy asked.
"Twoooooo ...is...definitely better...than one," she laughed, "Much, much better."
"God you're such a little slut," Mandy said, unable to keep the smile of her face.
"So what'd you guys do last night anyway?" she asked back.
"Mandy went home early, she was tired, poor girl; big Becky passed out in the arms of some Dartmouth freshman, and I...well, so I had to lie back and represent Auburn..." Crystal boasted as she cupped her little tits in pantomime.
"I didn't pass out," I protested, "they did."
"They?" Mandy asked.
"You all did. Can you believe it Ellie, I wake up this morning, naked in bed, entwined with a handsome, well hung young man, then I look over and in the next bed is Miss de Scouries snoring in her bra and panties."
"I shouldn't have had those last two shots," I explained ruefully.
"And her dates were lying passed out on the floor fully dressed," Crystal finished to the guffaws of the other two.
"They weren't," I protested grinning.
"So, what will we do today?" Ellie finally asked as the laughing subsided.
"Where are the Latin twins today?" I enquired sweetly.
"They're busy today, have some family thing...and they are not twins...I'll see them tonight. We're going on a road trip tomorrow and Tuesday though."
"What?" we all chimed in.
"Just the three of us...maybe we'll drive up to the Cape."
"We're going to a special beach today," Crystal then informed us. "I heard about it last night at the bar. Its only about ten miles up the coast."
"The beach is just across the road," Mandy complained.
Twenty minutes later Crystal had us all packed up for the beach and quickly herded us down to the car, all the while deaf to our repeated questions.
The sign said Haulover Beach Park at the gate leading into the parking lot but it was only after we'd walked through the trees and then between the dunes that we understood where we were.
"They're all naked," I almost shouted as we emerged onto the soft sand and were faced by nudists as far as the eye could see.
"Noooooooo, no way," insisted Mandy as we walked aimlessly, all of us awestruck by the sights.
I could see even Crystal was surprised, her mouth hung open for second after second. Knowing they're be naked people and seeing them all at once isn't the same thing.
"Now this is more like it," Ellie finally blurted out, and then after undoing her suit top and handing it to a still confused Mandy, ran towards the ocean's edge, her large jugs bouncing delightedly, clearly happy to be free.
"Oh Jesus," we heard Mandy moan as Crystal and I ran laughing after our topless friend.
Even Mandy finally succumbed; fifteen minutes later the four of us were laying or sitting naked on our towels, none of us oblivious to the stares of every man within a hundred yards. The arrival of four young, beautiful college girls was a pretty exciting event even for a beach like this, we found.
We became experts that day on limp cocks – shit, we saw more of the male anatomy in a half hour than the four of us had seen in nineteen years. We laughed, had fun, swam, posed, even talked with the unending line of men that approached us, whether we were on the beach or in the water.
It was a neat way to meet guys, we finally decided laughing, at least a girl knew up front what a guy would be trying to get into her later. It was funny, the guys seemed more natural as they tried to hustle us, there were no secrets, it was all there right in front of you.
Of course he had to spoil it! I didn't see him approaching, just heard Ellie's quick intake of breath as she looked over my shoulder and heard Mandy's gripe, "What's he doing here?"
When I turned it was obvious what he was doing. He was simply making the other thousand men on the beach feel inadequate while causing all their girlfriends to fall in lust with him.
"He's seen us," Mandy mumbled just as Crystal jumped up, arm waving.
"Over here Roddy," she sang out as I watched Rod veer towards us, his hand entwined with the little blond, the sexy barmaid from the Clevelander Bar.
I was shy as he approached, could feel the blush rising, and nervously grabbed my towel and placed it on my lap, wanting to protect my charms from this god.
"My sweet Alabama girls," rang out across the beach, his deep, sexy voice attracting the attention of every person on the beach who wasn't already looking at him.
"You know Babs," he said smiling, introducing his friend.
"Why don't you guys join us?" Crystal invited while Mandy and I sent silent daggers at her.
You couldn't help yourself; you just had to look at it as it hung down between his legs. It was one of those things you'd heard about, almost an urban myth, but here it was hanging just two feet from my gaping eyes.
"Are you following us by any chance?" Ellie brazenly asked Rod after we'd been sitting and talking for a while. "You seem to appear wherever we are. The bar, the beach yesterday, today..."
"No, my dear, but if you're planning on going swimming now I might just follow you to the water," he answered back. "Are you going swimming Miss Becky?" he asked me, his eyes roaming over my skin, noting my bloody nipples eager response.
"No," I stammered, the stupid towel still sitting in my lap, protecting my modesty.
He finally chased Ellie and Mandy into the water, the two girls shrieking as he grabbed them and threw them into the breaking waves. I was jealous immeadiately, felt an incredible urge to run after him, grab him, kiss him, fuck him on the soft sand.
I almost choked when Crystal's next words penetrated my brain, words she was directing to Rods cute date. "Does it really all fit...I mean it's huge...where does it go?"
Confused, then shy for a sec, Babs then giggled and said, "I'm still sore. We went out Friday night, he doesn't stop...went all night...it's like he's this fantasy lover Gods sent me for being good or something. It was like winning the lottery."
"But," I started.
"You couldn't live with him. He'd either kill you or drive you crazy," she finished with a sigh.
We left soon after, I think all of us knew that much more of a naked Rod and we'd simply attack him and take him on the spot. The only comment about him we made on the drive back to the hotel was my, "Remember Mandy's rule girls...no sex with...".
Crystal, Mandy and I partied hard that night, or at least I tried to. But I just couldn't get the image of Rod out of my mind and when the other two wanted to leave with two rugby players from Michigan, I begged off and went home.
Ellie's yell of what turned out to be delight woke me around three-thirty and I opened my eyes to see her and her two Latin eighteen year olds cavorting naked on the bed next to mine, the lights blazing.
"What?" I screeched before I realized what was going on.
"Your big friend wakes up," the boy I learned later was Manuel said as three sets of eyes turned to watch me.
"Sorry...I didn't...I mean," I stammered as I watched the two boys and their bouncing, firm pricks.
"Okay Missy," the other, Luis said, "no problemo. You like to join us? You very pretty too," he added as he looked appraisingly at my body.