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A weekend in the Caribean (incest, mf, nudity) By juniperbush@gmail.com
   Abdul waved down the cab, Luggage in one hand, one eye on his sister,
one watching for airport security.  "Come on come on come on!"
   Abdul was frantic, he needed to get out of this airport super fast, but
the taxi cab was taking forever.  Finally, what seemed like minutes, a cab
pulled over and rolled down its window.  Abdul threw his luggage into the
cab and jumped in, seconds after his sister got in.
   "Drive man, Drive!", The cab driver, used to a more relaxed and pleasant
clientelle frowned and turned back to the road.
   "Where ya want to go, mon?", His accent was heavy and unmistakeably
Caribiean.
   Abdul ran a hand through his hair and looked back at the converging
Security guards.  They weren't organized yet.  They had literally a minute
before they were on them.
   Abdul turned back, "It's a hotel...a hotel, its far down the road.  You
start driving and I'll look up the name."
   "Ok Mon", The driver nodded.  This was more like his clientelle.
   Abdul looked at his younger sis.  17, big eyes, sharp features and hair
pulled back in a pony tail.  Her eyes were blazing and she whispered
fiercly, "Just pick a resort along the road.  Anyone will do.  We need to
get off the road before those cops come after us."
   Abdul nodded, "yeah, yeah, ok....Driver man, we're at a resort, the..."
he squinted as he tried to read the billboard on the roadside,
"...Santa-Fillipe Party Resort."
   The driver nodded into his rearview, "Sure mon, That's a little ways up.
I'll get you there."
   They spent an anxious 10 minutes looking out the rear window waiting for
the enevitable cops to coming swarming down the road.  A simple trip to the
Bahamas to visit their uncle had turned ugly right from the get go.  Abdul
shook his head in disgust.  The nerve of that Police man calling his sister
a terrorist.  He had wanted money, and when they said no, he came at Abdul
with his stick.  Luckily or unluckily, Abdul had knocked the small police
officer out with a right hook.  Wasting precious time, they had run for the
cabs, and now they were waiting for pursuit.
   Jasmeen whispered into his ear, "We'll have to hole up here a couple of
hours then make for Uncles house once everything dies down."
   Abdul nodded, yeah, This wasn't good.  When the cab pulled over at the
resort, there were still no cops in pursuit, so Abdul quickly paid the
driver his cash.  He tipped him well and said to keep things quiet.
   Bags in hand Abdul turned to the entrance, then quickly pulled Jasmeen
into some nearby trees.  They could hear cop sirens coming.  Pulled up
against the wall, they waited in apprehension as 2 cop cars sped by, then a
third one turned into the resort.  Watching from the bushes, they saw the
cop car stop at the security post at the entrance.
   Speaking in high-pitched fast spanish, the short, fat officer spoke to
the security detail.  He made the universal hand motions to indicate a
women in a pony tail.  Abdul looked at his sistere.  They were in trouble.
   The security deatil eventually got in a word edgewise and told the cop
that no one of that nature had entered the resort.  Unhappy, the cop got
back in the car, but drove in to enter the resort.
   "Oh geez sis, Those guys have our description.  The minute we walk in
there, they'll know who we are.", He looked meaningfully at his sister.
   Jasmeen stared at the road then back to the security detail.
   "Ok, let's do this.  You walk in front.", Jasmeen undid her pony tail
knot and shook out her hair.  Abdul, satisfied that she looked "different"
in her jeans and shirt, finally picked up the bags and walked up to the
security detail.  Waving at the guards, they both walked past the post and
entered the compound.  The guards stared at them suspiciously for a minute,
then shrugging, went back to talking about the war in Manilla.  Jasmeen's
face was red in embarassment and she kept her gaze down.  While the
security guard's saw a regular girl, she felt like they were staring at her
hair.
   The main resort building was huge.  Almost the size of a small shopping
mall.  As they got closer, Jasmeen noticed that everyone was in a bathing
suit.  THe men in trunks or speedos, and the women in bikini's.  Abdul
started wiping his brow and kept throwing furitive glaces at the scanitily
clad girls.  They all seemed to be running around laughing.
   Jasmeen had to elbow him when he stared too hard at some college girls
sunbathing, but otherwise kept his gaze on the ground.  They entered the
resort, which was completly full of half naked teenagers and college kids.
   "Oh man, did we pick the wrong resort", Abdul echoed Jasmeens thoughts
exactly.  Wearing Jeans and shirts, the both of them stuck out like sore
thumbs in this environment.  They got some meaningul looks, as if to say,
"You realize its 90F in the Bahamas right?"
   They crossed the foyer to the resort check in.  As the clerk behind the
desk looked at her admiringly, Jasmeen moved behind Abdul.  She let him do
his thing, which involved him getting angry that the resort had lost the
reservations for Mr and Mrs Chavez.  His lieing skills were immpressive,
and if she weren't so dazed by the police chase, she would have made a
mental note to speak to him about it.  It took a little more then 10
minutes, but Abdul paid in cash and recieved a key card to their room on
the second floor.  Jasmeen grimaced at the amount of money that changed
hands.  They didn't have much with them.
   "Holy shit that cost me almost everything...for one night!", Abdul
grabbed their bags and took them up to their rooms.  Along the way, lots of
young men chased after lots of young women.  Most were in small bikinis,
and Abdul had to adjust his pants by the time they got to their rooms.
   The room was the typical resort suite.  Made for 4 college kids sleeping
in the same room.  The view was over the swimming pool, which involved many
many athletic men and women running around and drinking beer.
   Abdul ripped the curtain back into place, "Blah, this is the worst place
to end up.  We need to get out of here, and now!  You call Uncle, and I'll
go down stairs and scout the cops."
   Abdul raced down the stairs and flung himself into the resort store when
he saw the same cop talking to the manager.  Making sure no one was
watching, Abdul creeped up to hear the conversation,
   The Hotel manager was looking at the registry, "...Mr and Mrs Chavez in
Room 201, they just came in, and might be the foreigners you are looking
for..."
   The manager kept going down the list, but Abdul had already turned away.
Using the last of his money, he grabbed the first bathing suit, male and
female that he found.  Throwing the money at the startled cashier, he
double timed it up the stairs to his floor, ensuring that the cops were
still talking to the hotel manager.  * * *
   Bursting into the room, Abdul threw the bathing suit at his sis, "Let's
go!  Those cops are coming to speak to us, we need to be out of here!"
   Jasmeen put the phone down, "Uncles not home.  How am I going to go out,
What am I going to..." Jasmeen lifted up the incredibly small, bright
yellow one piece bathing suit.
   "Idiot!  Do you think I will wear this so all the swine can drool over
my naked body?  What do you take me for, a prostitute?  I don't undress for
any man, except the man I will marry!"
   Abdul grabbed her shoulders and looked her right in the eye, "Listen to
me, if we get caught, you'll be more then naked, in a room full of cops! 
Now put that on and let's get out of here!"
   Abdul's frank honesty startled Jasmeen, she stared in dazed confusion
first at the bathing suit then at her brother.  Could the police really be
that bad?  Her eyes welled up with tears.  Stupid Abdul!  Why didn't he
just bribe that guard at the airport?
   Wiith a final baleful glare at Abdul, she grabbed the suit and stomped
off into the bathroom.  Using the empty room to his advantage, Abdul
stripped out of his clothes and jumped into his bathing suit.  Well he
tried to jump in.  His swim suit turned out to be tight spandex briefs. 
They got over his cheeks, but they stopped right there.  He felt around
with hands between his legs, and exhaled some air.  My God these were
small.
   Looking out his room peephole, he ran to the washroom and banged on the
door, "Forget the damn makeup, we need to get out of here!"
   The door opened and Jasmine came out with her arms crossed.  The look on
her face was pure anger.  She had huge colored marks on her cheeks.
   Abdul only stared at her incredulously, "Sorry Jas, I mean, my God.  I
didn't realize it was so small." 'Too small' was an understatement, as
Jasimes full bosom was almost spilling out of the one piece.  The seams
were all tight and the suit fit her like a glove.  Coming from a
traditional Egyptian family, Abdul had never seen her thighs before, and he
only wondered at what their parents would say if they saw them now.
   Seeing the large bulging string Abdul was wearing, Jasmine forgot her
own shame and opened her mouth in protest, "Abdul!  You're practically
naked!  You're..." Abdul grabbed her by her pale shoulder and ran her to
the door.  Throwing it open, he pushed her out into the hallway.
   "Stop staring at my ass!"
   Abdul closed the door and muttered under his breath that he was only
checking the size of the suit.  Stupid sister, it's not like he was getting
excited looking at her ass.  Quickly Abdul ran up to Jasmine and they
walked to the stairs.  Just as they opened the door, the elevator opened.
   ***
   Outside, Abdul had to almost drag Jasmine onto the beach.  Male
bystanders were nodding at Jasmine behind her brothers back, and Jasmine
felt like she would melt in shame.  The small suit was so tight on her, she
couldn't move properly.  The suit felt like it was going to rip with every
exaggerated movement.
   Checking over his shoulder again, Abdul whispered, "Ok, I don't think
those cops saw us, but they were coming down the stairs after us.  We need
to hide away somewhere for a while."
   Looking back over her shoulder, Jasmine saw the cops come out of the
hotel, 300 feet behind them.  She put her arm around her brothers neck like
they were lovers, and kept walking, "Those cops just came out of the
hotel."
   Abdul grimaced, then turned them towards the closest crowd...a beach
volleyball game.
   "Hey guys, do you want to play volleyball?", A tall jock type was waving
at them from the volleyball.  Abdul looked back at the cops then said, "Ah
yeah, sure.  My sisters pretty good actually."
   Jasmine elbowed him in the ribs, There was no way she was going to play
volleyball with men.  She was captain of the volleyball team at her "women
only" private school.  But she never played in front of men, especially in
this small swimsuit.
   Abdul leaned over, "Those cops are coming this way, we can hide here for
a while.  Relax a little, you're too obvious."
   Abdul lightly jogged over to the other side of the net, it seemed like
they were being split up.  The tall jock type patted her on her bare
shoulder, "Hiya, I'm John."
   His arm was around her shoulders by the time he brought her up to the
rest of the team.  "Hey guys, this is Candy, and she's going to play with
us." Jasmine quickly distangled herself from his arm, and moved into
position.  Her other teammates were an assortment of athletic men and
women. The men nodded at her appreciatively.
   Abdul on the otherside, scanned for cops, but it seemed the cops weren't
interested in the volleyball game.  Relaxing a little, he looked up in time
to save himself from the volleyball that came streaking at his head.  He
ducked in time, avoiding the ball, but he almost cost his team a point as
the ball was saved by one of his female teammates,
   "Call the ball, man", she said to him when she got back to her feet. 
Abdul wondered how she had jumped like that in that small bikini.  Again
the ball was served at him and Abdul screwed up again, volleyball being a
sport he generally never played.  He cost his team 3 more points, before it
was his turn to serve.
   Abdul was sweating.  It was embarrassing getting hammered like this, and
his teammates were obviously not impressed with his skills.  Scanning the
field, Abdul admired the hardbodies of all the athletes.  He saw his sister
standing in the center in a ready stance, obviously freaked out about the
whole ordeal.  He served a softy to her.
   Jasmine wasn't about to move in her small swimsuit, and she awkwardly
hit the ball with her hands, shooting it out of bounds, and costing her
team a point.
   Abdul's teammates gave him the thumbs up.  Wow, they were competitive.
He served it to Jasmine again, and Jasmine again refused to properly setup
and return the ball.  She just wasn't able to move in her suit.
   Abdul served the ball to her 4 more times, scoring 4 more points.  His
teammates laughed and clapped, the girl in the bikini giving him a high
five, and bumping her belly into his in some sort of strange ritual clap.
Abdul went red in the face, but didn't complain.  She was hot.
   Jasmine was seething in anger as her teammates consoled her on her poor
performance.  She wanted to scream out that her suit didn't fit, that she
knew how to play vball!  But the tall guy rubbed her shoulder again,
running his hand down her back telling her he'd back her up.  She shrugged
him off and moved away so Abdul couldn't serve to him anymore.
   Without an easy target Abdul was forced to serve the ball like normal,
and it was spiked back into the ground costing him service.  The rest of
the game was a seedy affair, with Abdul always hitting the ball to wherever
Jasmine was.  This was great, because his female teammates gave him high
fives, and hugged him on end.  He was aware of his sisters scandalized
look, but he just shrugged.
   Abdul's lack of defensive game made him the cost of many points to his
teams.  And the score soon ended up tied with one point to go.  Abdul and
Jasmine were both on opposite sides of the net.
   Jasmine shot Abdul a dirty glare, "Stopping hitting the ball at me,
asshole!" hissed Jasmine.  Abdul gave her a weak grin and shrugged.  The
ball came into play, and Abdul laughed as he bonked a weak ball at Jasmine.
She was sure to drop it and give them the game.  He was almost looking
forward to hugging bikini girl.  Her flat stomach was...
   Abdul recoiled in horror as Jasmine jumped 3 feet straight up into the
air.  He cringed in fear and surprise at the dull roar that emitted from
her lungs.  She reared back, eyes afire, hair wild, and lifted her arm,
stretching her body and her thin swimsuit, utilizing all of her muscles and
height.  Abdul brought his arms up to cover his vitals as Jasmine smashed
the ball down roaring her volleyball cry as she brought her hands down. 
The loud ripping sound of her swimsuit coming apart was buried in the sound
of the ball impacting with Abduls chest, and it bounced off onto the beach.
   Jasmine came down, scrambling in horror as she saw her swimsuit coming
apart.  Quickly grabbing stray ends, she was able to put it together enough
to save it from exposing her.  Abdul got up from the sand, a large red welt
centered on his chest.  His teammates and the bikini girl were muttering in
disgust as they recognized that they lost.
   Abdul dusted himself off, then moving quickly, he grabbed Jasmine from
her mob of well-wishers and dragged her off.  "You ass!  Look, you made me
rip this swimsuit."
   "Well why the hell did you spike it on me then?", Abdul didn't bother
trying to explain that he hadn't done anything.
   Leaving the game, they turned around a nearby ice cream stand, Abdul
leaned over and grabbed something white by the side of the ice cream shop.
He shoved it into Jasmines hands and pulled her into some trees attached to
the icecream shop.
   "Here, put this on instead.".  Jasmine took the white cloth, and opened
it.  It was an oily white t-shirt.  Ripped and small.  Someone had been
using it to clean tables
   "This is a cut...this is...",
   Abdul just pushed her into the trees, and hissed, "Just change!"
   Abdul looked around examining an escape route and somewhere to call
their uncle from.  Hearing some shuffling, he looked back to see Jasmine
stepping out of the bushes.  Cold sweat popped out on his forehead.  If
their father ever heard of this, he wouldn't survive the night.  The
t-shirt was dirty and ripped much too short.  It came down to cover only
her belly, ending in ripped strands.  Without a bikini bottom, she was
still wearing her one piece underneath the t-shirt, but since it was
ripped, now it hung down stopping at her belly button.  Her belly was
exposed, a part of her he had never seen till now.  Damn, she was in shape.
Her time playing volleyball obviously paying off.
   "Jas...we're in trouble.  You're way to exposed."
   She slapped the back of his head, "Idiot, look what you're wearing!  I
thought you were going to pop out every time you jumped in volleyball."
   Abdul backed away, looking down awkwardly at his small trunks.  She had
a point.  He was pretty exposed.  Even without being erect, his penis made
a large protrusion in his speedo's.
   "ok ok, ah, grab a seat at this ice cream shop.  I'm going to see if I
can find a phone."
   Abdul moved off scanning for a phone while Jasmine walked to the sit
down ice cream shop.  She got many looks and nods of welcome.  Her ripped
t-shirt, ripped bikini bottom was obviously a hit with the men.
   Turning the corner around the ice-cream shop, he almost scrambled back
around seeing the cops moving towards them.  He turned to get back to
Jasmine.  The cops were to close.
   Back at the patio, a large jock had his hand on Jasmines ass, trying to
talk to her, but she pushed him away, "Fuck off!  Asshole!"
   Abdul slowed down, it appeared Fatima had the situation in hand.  The
jock moved off, scared at Jasmine's display of anger.  Just as Abdul opened
his mouth to tell her to follow him, a group of frat boys came bellowing
into the bar/pit.  One of them had a large barrel and hose.  A beer gun,
Abdul deduced.  And guns were never good news.  Everything went into slow
motion as the frat kids started spraying the pit area with beer, making
sure to hit the women first.  Jasmine, being close to the door was doused
in seconds.
   Jasmine recoiled in horror, as the beer soaked into her thin cotton
T-Shirt.  The T-Shirt molded itself onto her breasts, displaying dark brown
nipples on large breasts.  Abdul gulped, his eyes wide, as his sisters
nakedness became apparent.
   Some of the men saw Jasmine and started pointing.  It would be soon
before there was a riot.  Grabbing Jasmine, Abdul practically ran out of
the bar.
   "Abdul, Oh my God!  Look at me, I'm completely naked!" Some men walking
past, made a point of staring at her revealed body.
   "Ok hold on!  Let me think!  I'm thinking, I'll figure something out."
   More and more people were beginning to walk past.  In a moment of
desperation Abdul grabbed her, and tried to duck into a fenced off area. 
As soon as he entered the door, a large sign proclaimed, "NUDIST BEACH - No
clothing beyond this point" - Two older men stood by the entrance,
obviously enforcing the rule.
   Jasmine recoiled from Abdul's grasp, turning around she looked for a way
out, "Stupid!  I'll never go into a Nudist Beach.  I'll do favors for the
entire Islands police force before I go in there!".
   Abdul nodded in assent.  Turning around, they looked for somewhere else
to go, when Jasmine's eyes fell on the customs agent Abdul had knocked out
at the airport.  He was here with 2 cops!
   Jasmine pushed Abdul back into the Nudist entrance, "Look Abdul, its
that guy from the airport!" Aparently the customs agent saw them, because
he began pointing and moving towards them.
   Abdul grabbed Jasmine, and ran through the Nudist colony entrance. 
Running full speed, Abdul was bewildered at the number of nude and naked
people in poses of relaxation, sunbathing, and sports playing.  They stood
out in their bathing suits...albeit rather small bathing suits.  Some
people were even making a point of staring.
   Abdul kept running, trying to find some place to hide, which he soon
saw, in the form of a beach house several hundred yards away.  Realizing
that pursuit was lacking, he looked back to see the security detail
fighting the cops.  Of course, nudists don't like uniformed police officers
staring at them.  Just the luck they needed.
   Abdul sped up, and pushed Jasmine into a shadowy area between the beach
house and some vegetation.  They were out of view from the beach and the
security detail several hundred feet behind them.
   Jasmine face was red in anger.  "I'm going to kill you if we get out of
this.", she hissed into his face.  She said this while pulling her wet
T-Shirt off over her head, dropping her large heavy set breasts to plop
heavily back onto her ribcage,
   "Well yo..." Abdul's voice cracked and broke.  Sweat broke out all over
his forehead, as he stared at his younger sisters luscious breasts.  They
were heavy the way he loved them, with rich dark brown teats that stuck out
like larger eraser heads.
   He couldn't stop staring, and his eyes moved down lower.  Her time at
the volleyball club had been well spent, because below her breasts was a
hard six pack, well muscled, with little fat.  Just as he was examining the
ridges around her belly button, Jasmine pulled down the rest of her bathing
suit to reveal her dark haired abdomen and nether region.
   The sweat turned into a torrent, as his eyes moved through the edges of
her shaved nether area, he slid them back up her belly to her large brown
nipples.  They had become erect in the wind.  His eyes slid up her
red-flushed neck, to see her lowered gaze.  She was too embarrassed to look
at him.
   But Abdul remained frozen, he was at a loss to explain his sisters
amazing physique, but now that he reflected, he realized that she WAS
captain of her all-girls volleyball team, as well as the soccer team, and
field hockey...and he remembered something about softball too.  They had
athletic genes running in their family, but he had never thought that they
both shared them.
   Jasmin pulled her torn swimsuit off completely, and tossed it to the
side.  She crossed her arms over her chest, covering her nipples, but her
pubic bone was pushed out.  She had a pissed off expression on her face,
but was in complete control, "Oh my God Abdul!  Don't stare at me.  I'm
your sister for Gods sake."
   In an abstract fashion, Abdul noted that his sisters nipples had become
erect, as if they had been manipulated.
   Jasmine, red in the face, motioned for Abdul to hurry, by pointing at
his crotch, "They're behind us, hurry, get that off".
   Feeling like their roles were shifting, Abdul turned around timidly and
pulled his speedo down off his thighs and legs.  He also tossed it to the
side, but was too ashamed to turn and display his raging 7-inch hardon to
his sister.  Mostly because the hardon was based on her own body.
   Jasmine's eyes widened as he turned around, and she looked away.  "I
can't believe you're turned on by this fiasco.  There aren't even any naked
women around."
   Taking the lead, Jasmine trooped off away from the beachhouse, giving
Abdul a close up view of her round ass and small shoulder blades.  An
independent thought drifted through his brain, wondering how her small
frame supported such large breasts.  She was a C cup at least.
   He hurridly caught up to her, embarrassed by his nudity, but also aware
that Jasmine had a huge red flush running down her neck and chest.  She had
never been so uncovered in public before.
   Coming around the beach house, both immediately turned to the left as
they saw the police several hundred feet behind them talking to some beach
goers, who were waving in their general direction.  Luck was with them
though as the police didn't see them slipping off.
   Once safely away, Abdul became aware of appreciating nods at Jasmine
from many members of the male population.  Some of the old bastards even
had cameras pointed at them.
   He took Jasmines arm and pulled her towards the water.  At least
underwater, they could hide some of their nudity.  Jasmine understood his
motive, and ran lightly to the water.  Heavy breasts swinging not lost on
many of the men in the vicinity.
   The water was rather shallow, and stopped above Abdul's hardon.  The
water barely covered Jasime's belly button.  In the water, both pretended
to be in discussion, but it was hard to discuss with large C cup breasts
swinging below his face.  He was having trouble keeping his eyes on her
face.
   Jasmine looked around the beach, "Ok, those cops aren't looking this
way, they're too busy staring at the naked women on the beach." Abdul
reflected how her breasts seemed to be in constant motion, swinging this
way and that.  Almost hypnotic.
   Jasmine turned to the left and right, giving Abdul a profile view of
her. Back slightly arched to compensate for her breast weight.  Nipples
pointing up like some fantasy novel cover.
   "I see some type of Tent...way down there", Jasmine pointed to the Left.
Jiggling her mammaries slightly.  Abdul touched his cock under the water.
It tingled with pleasure.
   Jasmine pointed to the right, "That's the way we came, Abdul are you
listening to me?  We can hide in that crowd over there, and get out of here
at night." Abdul wrapped his left hand around his cock and gave it a rub,
causing pleasure shocks to run up his penis.  His hands were under water,
and his sister couldn't see what was going on.
   "Yeah, I agree" Nodded Abdul, he started stroking himself in earnest. 
Jasmine put her hands on her hips and turned to face him.  Giving him a
double view of what he shouldn't be looking at.  "Well ok, you can agree,
but we need a plan to get out of here.  What do you think?"
   Abdul nodded and rattled off whatever he could remember her saying, "The
tent, the ahh, tent to the left is away from the entrance.  Let's go
towards the tent." His hand started moving faster, he couldn't stop
staring, though Jasmine was oblivious to what his hand was doing under
water.
   Jasmine leaned forward a little, "Listen Abdul, I know its completely
freaky that we're both naked and all, but can you stop staring at my
breasts.  I know I'm exposed, I don't need you to get all offended by it,
ok?"
   Abdul grinned weakly as he worked his penis with his left hand.  "You
know...I am just freaked because your large breasts are exposed...and I can
see your large...brown nipples..."
   Frowning slightly, Jasmine shrugged her shoulders, doing things to her
breasts that only decreased delta ejaculation.  She turned and started
walking out of the water to the beach.  Abdul followed, working himself
faster and faster.  He ran his eyes down the line of her thin shoulder
blades and back.  His breath coming in gasps.  Jasmine finally broke water
level, her round buttocks slowly rising into view.  Finally the crease
where her cheeks met, appeared.
   Abdul rolled his eyes in a way that alarmed some girls swimming close
by. His erection pulsed once, then erupted its contents into the oceans
salt water.  His groin tingled with sensation, as his cock convulsed again
and again.  It was all he could do not to lose his cool and groan aloud. 
The water was good, because it hid his activities under water, and washed
away the evidence.
   Abdul was able to wipe himself down in the water, then he too ran up and
caught up to Jasmine, Penis flaccid again.
   Jasmine arched an eyebrown as she gave him a side long glance, "Looks
like the water calmed you down some".
   Abdul went red in the face and nodded ascent, "Uh, yeah, the cold water.
You know."
   As they approached the tent, Abdul noted that there was a lot of noise
coming from inside, and that 3 police officers were also converging on the
tent.  Hurrying, Abdul grabbed Jasmines hand, and pulled her into the tent
of ...Hedonism.
   Abdul's eyes went wide when he saw the many men and women in contorted
positions of sexual passion.  Turning to leave, he saw the cops about to
enter, and Abdul pulled back into the tent.
   Working quickly between the crowd was difficult.  With so many people
dancing and moving, it became immposible to move without rubbing up against
others.  Jasmine closed her eyes after the 4th male rubbed his large male
organ on her stomach or side.  Abdul made for a small curtained off area in
the rear of the tent, enjoying the press of breasts against his arms. 
Getting there, he breathed a sigh of relief that it was quiet here.
   "Oh yes sir, you wish to partake in a private room with your missus?", A
small Latino male arched an eyebrow at Abdul.  Abdul nodded, "Yes a Private
room would be good".  Jasmine searched over her shoulder, no cops in site.
   "Room 12 is free, please let me know before you leave so I can clean
it".
   "Room" turned out to be 3 walls of cloth, without a door, rather an
missing wall.  Jasmine and Abdul walked past 11 couples in various stages
of orgasm and vice.
   "Ok, you know, we'll stay here in this area for 30 minutes, then get the
hell out of here once the cops leave." Jasmine nodded, then found a place
to sit on the large bed.
   But 35 minutes later, both Jasmine and Abdul heard the doorman in an
argument with some loud police officers.  The cops were searching the
tents!
   Jasmine looked at Abdul and he back at her.  They both thought the same
thing.  If the cops saw them sitting around in a tent made for sex, they
would be caught for sure.
   Jasmine was wide eyed, "Ok, you know, lie back, and I'll pretend to...",
her voice cracked, but she continued with hand motions, "...you know, mount
you".
   Abdul's mouth was dry.  He tried to work some saliva back in, but it was
no good.
   He lay back as Jasmine put her hands on his stomach.  Her eyes stayed on
his slightly flaccid cock, as she swung her legs over him.  Having mounted
him, her pubic bone rode up his thigh to stop at his testicles.  Her
breasts rolled with her body as she adjusted herself on him.
   "Oh Geez!" Jasmine exclaimed wide eyed as his Penis burst into an
erection, inches from her belly.
   Abdul's eyes were frantic, "No!  No!  Jasmine, not like this", her pubic
bone was rubbing his thighs, and he couldn't take it.  He was NOT going to
let his sister mount him.
   Abdul tried to push her off, his hands getting tangled in her ribcage,
soft breasts and her arms.  She in turn was trying to deflect him and
explain that this was the only way.
   Unmounting, Jasmine bent over, inadvertently rubbing her breasts and
stomach over Abduls chest.  Chest to chest, and just as she was raising her
right leg to get off, Jasmine felt Abduls body go rigid, then she felt a
hot liquid gush up her abdomen and stomach.  Pulling up quickly, Jasmine
watched in wonder as Abdul arched his body, and large white sticky juice
shot out of his manhood.  It was spurted all over her stomach, and more was
erupting on to her.
   "Oh Abdul, I didn't...", She should get off, but she stood transfixed,
watching as his body spasmed, and shot more and more semen onto her, as she
stood suspended over his body.  She had no clue that her breasts squashed
to his chest and arms was half the problem.
   Finally, his penis stopped shooting its juices, and she unmounted him.
There was sticky fluid all over her stomach and Abdul's stomach.
   Red in the face, Abdul sat up, "Oh man Jasmine, I told you to get
off..." He tried to ineffectually clean himself.
   "What do we do!" Jasmine pleaded, they could hear the police officers
walking the rooms outside, making loud comments about the sexual activities
occurring in each room.
   "Quick, get on your knees, pretend you're giving me oral sex".  Jasmine
twisted her face in disgust, but quickly got down as she heard the cops
coming up on the room beside theirs.  She got her face as close to his
penis as she could, making it look like she had it in her mouth.  This
close, she could see his penis's knobby length covered with his own spent
juice.  It was erect again, and seemed to be trembling.  My God, it was
big. She wondered how a penis even fit inside a women, if they were all
this big.
   Just as the cops came upon their room, Abdul brought his hands down into
her hair.  He did it to make it seem like he was in the throws of excasty,
but the move caused Jasmine to recoil back.
   The cops stopped and turned all of their attention on them, "Hey Boss,
seems the girl doesn't like eating the meat!  I wonder what they're doing
in here?" They all laughed.
   Abdul retorted quickly, "She loves sucking me off, she just doesn't like
doing it in front of Pigs!"
   The cops waited, wondering why Jasmine hadn't started sucking Abdul
again.  And Abdul realized they were caught.  They wouldn't be able to talk
their way through not having sex in a sex tent.
   Jasmine was looking at the cops over her shoulders.  Slowly, she turned
back towards Abdul, giving him eye contact.  Her eyes were wide in fear,
but not for the cops.  Slowly, ever so slowly, she brought her wide open
mouth down on top of his manhood.
   His cockhead slid past her full lips, and she pushed it in as far as it
would go.  Abdul put his hands in her hair again, not to fool the cops, but
because he had lost feeling in his legs and could barely control himself.
   She brought her head up and down as if to show that she was giving him
head, but it was too much for Abdul, and he let loose a low groan as his
virgin cum spewed out into Jasmines mouth.  The initial blast struck the
back of her mouth, but the second and third blasts had no room but to spew
out of her mouth all over Abdul's testicles and floor.  He kept cumming,
but by then Jasmine had pulled her mouth off, and the blasts caught her on
the face and then down her chest.
   The cops shook their heads in disgust and walked on, leaving the two of
them alone.  Abdul continued to cum, and Jasmine continued to watch in
wonder as he fountained his male juice down his cock, over his testicles,
then down onto the floor.
   It would be another 36 hours before Abdul and Jasmine got out of the sex
tent, nude beach and hotel.  And although their encounters were not all
friendly, they were both ok when they reached their uncles place.  
  
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