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Written: 29 January 2019

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Kea Family Holiday

by Isabella

Story Code: M/f, M/F, Unfaithful Wife, Underage Sex, Incest

I couldn't sleep very well, we were about to go on our first foreign holiday in my life so far, I was twelve years old and had only been on holiday twice in my life and both times it was an English resort with a sandy beach and a whole lot of rain.

My father was originally from Greece or at least the small Greek island called Kea, it had a population of only around three thousand people and it appeared that my father was related to every one of them...well, I guess as his daughter, I was related to every one of them too.

We'd got a flight only deal out to Athens and from there we'd take the ferry to Kea. Our flight was leaving Stansted Airport at eight o'clock in the morning and scheduled to land in Athens just before lunch time. We had plenty of time from Athens airport to get to the ferry as it only left once a day at two o'clock in the afternoon. The tightest time was here in England, we were supposed to be at our airport by six o'clock but the earliest my dad could get us a lift was five thirty at our house.

We were going to be on the island for two weeks but the main drawback was that we could only take our hand luggage, just ten kilos of luggage each and a size restriction as well. I remember my mother saying, "Good thing that it'll be over thirty degrees centigrade on the island, we'll just need a few bikinis, T-shirts and shorts so we'll have plenty of room in our cases."

"What about knickers and bras mum?" (That was me...imagine a whiny twelve year old's voice.)

Mum smiled at me, "Darling, you're twelve years old, you don't need to bother with bra and knickers...it's time you learned the joy of freedom!"

That was my mother's usual attitude, if we were in the seventies or eighties, my mother would have been called a hippy...now...she was just odd!

Mum and dad were a little late to bed, it was his first night off work in months, he was usually in the kitchen of one of the local Greek restaurants working as Head Chef. Because my parents were so flaky, I took it on myself to set their alarm clock to go off at four o'clock in the morning and made sure that it was switched on.

I heard the clock buzzing like mad in the morning but instead of getting up, because they thought that they had plenty of time before our ride came, they decided to have sex instead of getting up.

I went to the kitchen and had my breakfast, then I took a shower and wrapped myself in a towel. I returned to my bedroom to get dressed, it was almost five o'clock; I stopped moving and held my breath. I could hear my mother, "Huh..............huh..........huh..........huh..........huh!"

This was a bad sign, they'd been screwing for close to an hour and from my mother's verbalising it sounded like it could be a long session. I stomped to their bedroom door and banged on it, "Mum...dad...you don't have time for sex, the car will be here soon!"

I got a "We've..huh..got..huh..plenty..huh..of..huh..time..huh!" from my mother.

I stormed into the room, "Ryanair won't let us on the flight if we're late...even if you guys think there is plenty of time...they're famous for it!"

It was like a switch had been flicked in my father's head and my mothers verbalising stepped up a gear. "Huh..huh..huh..huuuuuuuuh!"

My father rolled off of my mother, he'd climaxed but my mother had been cut short. It wasn't the first time I'd seen them screwing each other but I tried hard not to see it too often. They didn't bother with breakfast, they showered together and while my mother did her hair and face, my dad pulled on shorts and a T-shirt, no underpants and no socks.

Mum gave me a matching outfit, I was about to go and fetch a bra and knickers but mum told me not to, "We have to get used to travelling light for the next two weeks darling, just keep your dress to a minimum."

Mum was totally naked as she did her face and as the car driver sounded its hooter outside to let us know that he was there, mum looked at me as she pulled her new gingham dress on over her head, no knickers and no bra under it, just a thin blue and white cotton dress that was extremely thin...extremely thin and extremely short as well with a low cut neckline.

It wasn't a taxi that was taking us to the airport, it was my Uncle Stavvy and the car was hardly that, it was one of those Fiat five hundred things, hardly bigger than a shoe box. The car was so small that there was only room in the boot for two of the three cabin bags. I climbed into the car behind Stavvy, my dad got in the front and my mother got in behind my dad, she slid over close to me and placed her cabin bag on the seat between her bum and the door. I watched Stavvy tilt his rear view mirror down so he could look at my mother's knees, she wriggled her bum a little and I realised that she was just making it easier for Stavvy to see further up under the hem of her dress.

We almost had a dozen crashes on the way to the airport because my father's brother was spending so much time looking under my mother's mini dress in his rear view mirror and every bump he drove over her tits bounced inside her dress that it proved that she wasn't wearing a bra.

We got to the airport just minutes before they closed the boarding gate so it was a run to get through baggage scanning, passport control and into the departure lounge before they locked us out of our flight.

We were in row twenty, close to the wings, my father had seat twenty 'A', I was in twenty 'B' and my mother was in seat twenty 'C'. My dad was asleep before the aircraft's wheels left the tarmac and as soon as the seatbelt light was turned off I noticed my mother was opening and closing her legs and smiling, I followed her eye-line and spotted the man across the aisle in seat nineteen 'D' was looking over his shoulder at her, his eyes fixed on the gap that kept opening and closing under her dress.

I saw him wink at her and gesture with his head towards the rear of the aircraft.

Mum turned in her seat and was about to stand up but had to stop because the cabin crew was starting a service run through the cabin, one team started at row one working backwards and the other walked down to row sixteen and also started serving customers towards the back of the plane.

I watched my mother walk towards the tail of the aircraft, as she passed through into the crew area she pulled the curtain closed behind her. The man from nineteen 'D' almost ran to the back of the aircraft. I was kneeling in my seat watching them over the headrest. As soon as he disappeared through the curtain after my mother, I ran to the back of the plane too. The back row of seats were totally empty, so I slotted into thirty-two 'C' and lifted the corner of the curtain. Mum was kissing the man, he pulled away, "Pity the toilets on these planes are so small!"

She grinned at him, "It'll take them a long time to work their way back here, hopefully, no one will want to use the toilets this early in the flight."

Mum giggled as she gripped the bottom of her dress and pulled it off over her head. They fucked standing up, his cock sticking out of his trousers. My mother made a lot more noise fucking the stranger in the toilet area of an almost fully loaded aircraft than I'd ever heard her making at home with my father.

The man shot his load in her and stepped away from her, my mother moved quickly to the curtain, still fully naked, she peeled the curtain back an inch on the left hand side of the aisle, as I was sitting on the right she totally missed me, she was checking how close the cabin stewards were to the back of the aircraft. They still hadn't reached the row that we should have been sitting in.

"We've got loads of time, if I get you hard again would you like another ride?"

He grinned at her and nodded his head.

She dropped to her knees in front of him and took his flaccid cock in her mouth and blew life back into his cock.

"Wow, you recycle quick for a man of your age!"

"I always do...do you do Greek?"

"I'm married to a Greek man...what do you think?"

There was a small metal shelf above the storage area for the service trolleys, he lifted my mother up and sat her bum on the edge of the shelf and started fucking her slowly. Because of my position I couldn't actually see exactly what was going on but my mother had another two noisy climaxes before the man had his second.

She hopped down off the counter as soon as he stepped away from her, she grabbed her dress and headed for the toilet. He just stood there with his cock sticking out of his trousers until the toilet door opened again and my mother stepped out wearing her dress.

"Where are you stopping in Athens?"

"We're not, we're catching the ferry to Kea, it's my husband's family home."

"That's a pity, I've got a massive villa overlooking the city and I'll be all on my own until next Saturday..."

He handed my mother a slip of paper, "...this is my address and phone number...if you find yourself in Athens in the next week, give me a call and we can have fun."

My mother looked down at his cock, "You'd better wash that little puppy before it gets infected!"

I ran back to my seat just before the trolley blocked my path, mum had to almost sit on the knee of the man in seat twenty-three 'C' as the trolley passed her...he didn't complain but his wife did.

Mum settled in next to me and she sighed, "I think I'll be able to get a little sleep now..."

Her comment trailed off into the sound of sleeping. I just sat there, Ryanair didn't provide any kind of entertainment on their budget flights, no music, no screens to watch, no games to play and I was stuck between my sleeping parents for the next three hours.

Mum woke up as the pilot was making his announcement, "We're about to start descending into Athens International Airport, it is currently thirty-two degrees centigrade in Athens and the local time is two o'clock. Please return to your seats and fasten your seatbelts ready for landing."

Mum reached across me and hit my father's arm, "Costas...Costas, wake up. What time does the ferry leave Athens?"

He was drowsy as he answered, "It leaves at two o'clock, we've got plenty of time."

"Costas, you've forgotten the time difference, it's twelve o'clock in England but it is already two o'clock in Athens."

"Shit...sorry darling, I forgot all about the time difference..." his face suddenly painted a worried expression, "...damned it, we can't afford a hotel for the night, we'll have to sleep in the airport lounge and try for tomorrows ferry"

"As soon as we got off the plane, you head for a public phone and call the ferry company, see if our tickets will be good for the next ferry or we'll be royally screwed if we have to pay for the ferry again."

While my father was on the phone I watched my mother talking to the man who had screwed her on the plane. She looked a little worried as she came back to me, "We can have a bed for the night but Peter will want payment!"

"Who's Peter and what kind of payment?"

She looked over her shoulder, "The guy waiting for his case at the carousel, he's got a large villa and we can all stay there tonight...if I was on my own there wouldn't be a problem but because you and your father need a bed for the night too, he wants more!"

"More?"

"Welll, I'll look after his sexual needs but I can't stay in his room all night, I'll have to go to bed with Costas...when I leave Peter's bed, he wants you to take my place, he's promised that he won't try to fuck you, he just wants to sleep with you and mess about a little with you!"

I was shocked, I was being sold for sex and the payment was for a bed for the night rather than cash.

My dad's return stopped my pondering, "Vicky, can you remember when we booked this flight...the Travel Agent asked if we'd need a hotel room?"

"Yes, we told him that we'd be stopping with family."

"Yes, well, he didn't mean on Kea, he meant here in Athens, he knew that we couldn't catch the ferry today, our ferry ticket is for tomorrow and I asked how much a cheap hotel would cost, bad news, three hundred Euros a room a night...we just can't afford that!"

Mum looked at me and shrugged her shoulders at me, I felt my face colour up but I nodded my head.

"Right, I'll try and organise something."

I watched my mother standing talking to Peter, it looked like she was doing a lot of flirting with him, she was actually 'Working' my father rather than flirting with Peter. She stood with him until his case arrived on the carousel and as he left the baggage hall she returned to us.

"Right, Peter had agreed to us staying with him at his villa, he's collecting his hire car. We've got to wait for him outside Aegean Car Hire's office..." she pulled my dad away from me and turned her voice into a whisper, "...I'm going to have to flirt with Peter a little, will that be okay?"

I saw his forehead furrow into a frown.

"It's that or sleeping here at the airport in an uncomfortable chair!"

He nodded his head.

Peter's hire car was actually a twelve seat mini-bus, mum climbed in the front passenger seat, Peter's large bag was put on the first row of seats behind the driver and our cabin bags were lined up on the second row of seats, leaving just the four seats right at the back of the mini bus for me and my dad to sit on.

Mum and Peter chattered all the way to his villa, it was on a hilltop and looked out over the whole city and bay of Athens. My dad cooked dinner for the four of us, I stopped in the kitchen with him and helped while my mother and Peter were in another room, 'Chatting' together.

We ate out on the balcony overlooking the city, the only real problem was the traffic noise from the city out on the balcony. Peter was only wearing shorts and he was sitting on a lounger when we walked out carrying the plates with our dinner on them, mother was rubbing sun screen into Peter's back and chest, she stopped and we all sat around a patio table to eat.

I washed the dishes with my father and when we returned to the patio it was empty, there was a pile of board games in the living room my dad said, "Want to play Scrabble?"

I nodded my head. It was four o'clock in the afternoon when we sat on the patio to play Scrabble. My dad was insanely competitive whenever he played a game, he became totally focussed, so much so that even though he was closer to Peter's bedroom than me, he didn't hear my mother's trademark sound when she was being fucked, the rhythmic "Huh....huh....huh...." that meant she was in the starting blocks of her sexual climb.

We were still playing Scrabble when my mother changed to, "Huh...huh..huh.huuuuuuuh!" as she climaxed.

I looked above my dad's head, mum and Peter stepped out onto his glass fronted balcony, they were both naked, they walked right to the edge of the balcony and looked out over the city of Athens, I looked in the same direction, there must have been one hundred or more properties that overlooked Peter's villa...well, probably more like a million but a hundred where the occupants would be able to see them clearly without artificial aids.

My father put down his last few tiles to end the game and give me a sound thrashing in the process.

I looked back at Peter's balcony; fortunately my mother and Peter had moved back into his bedroom but hadn't started their second fuck session because my father was suddenly back in the real world. He yawned and stretched, "I think we have time for a game of Monopoly before bed, you put the Scrabble away and I'll fetch the Monopoly box."

We'd started playing Monopoly by the time my mother started grunting again and my dad had tuned the world out again and was in his game zone!

It was almost like my mother had a CCTV camera on us, just as my father called time on out game, my mother walked out onto the patio, "Will you be long darling?"

My dad looked up from his pile of cash, "We've just got to tally up to see who won and we'll be ready for bed.

"It's obvious that you won darling, you have all that money and property, Dawn has almost nothing."

"I know that I've won...but by how much."

"I'm surprised that she still plays with you, she never wins any board game and you're quite a bad winner!"

I walked with mum and dad to the bedrooms, the room that Peter had given to my parents was at the back of the house on the right hand side of the building, there was another double bedroom opposite facing Athens, then there was a single that I'd been assigned and a bathroom and then Peter's double bedroom. Opposite Peter's bedroom was another bathroom and another double bedroom before the room my parents were in.

When we reached my parent's bedroom mum asked dad if he wanted to use the toilet, he didn't, "Okay, I'll be back in a minute then!"

Mum walked down the passageway as if she was going to the toilet, at the door to my room she stopped and looked back to make sure that my dad wasn't close to their door, she pushed me into my bedroom, "Right, I've done my best to tire him out, he promised not to try and screw you, he said all he wanted to do was have a little kiss and cuddle with you and sleep with you in his bed for a while...now take your shorts off!"

I pulled my shorts down and stepped out of them, she took them, pulled my T-shirt down. My T-shirt covered almost as much of my body as her dress covered of hers, "I'll wash these through, they'll be dry by the morning."

She grasped my upper arm and pulled me down the passageway to Peter's bedroom, she opened his door and pushed me into his room. Peter was lying on top of his bed, totally naked. Mum pulled the back of my T-shirt up and over my head, "I may as well wash this through too while I'm at it...Now don't forget Peter, you promised not to fuck her!"

I heard the bedroom door close behind me and my mother was gone.

"Come over here baby...your mother tells me that you're still a virgin...come here and lie on this towel!"

Peter spread a large towel over his bed for me to put my bottom on.

"I'm still a virgin but I won't be messy, I think I tore my hymen away while doing gymnastics at school!"

"Better still use the towel, just in case...what has your mother told you about the promises men make to young girls about sex?"

"She always tells me that men are all lying bastards when it comes to sex."

"So you wouldn't be at all surprised if I didn't keep my promise to your mother about you then?"

I shook my head.

Peter pulled my legs up off the bed and folded me in two. He told me to hold my knees against my ribs and he put one thumb on each side of my vagina and pulled my lips apart, he moved me so that my cunt was directly under a light so that he could see deep into my body.

"Good, no sign of a hymen and you look nice and open in there!"

Peter dipped his head forward and started licking my cunt, he drove me to two massive orgasms with his mouth before moving slightly, he licked over my bottom hole and then he lifted his head and looked at me, I see your anus is untouched, you obviously aren't like any Greek thirteen year old!"

"I'm not..." I managed to stop myself saying 'Thirteen', "...full Greek, just a half-breed brat!"

He smiled at me, "I know that you're only half Greek and I suspect that you might not be thirteen but just so long as your mother assured me that you were thirteen, I'm safe if the police find out what I'm doing to you."

He licked my bum again, I lifted my head off the bed to look down at what he was doing to my bottom, he wasn't just licking my bum hole, he was dribbling his saliva all over it as well as letting some dribble into my vagina too. He moved back to my clit and started licking me there again but this time, as he was licking he was pressing the little finger of his right hand against my anal muscle, trying to get the tip of his finger into my hole.

I started to orgasm under his tongue and suddenly the tip of his little finger made it past the tight muscle, it was actually my orgasm that was letting him in, I'd never noticed before when I masturbated myself but while all my other muscles went into spasm when I climaxed, my anal muscle did the same, it relaxed and tightened up over and over again, almost like it was trying to eat his finger.

I lifted my head off the bed again and looked down my body, Peter was still licking my clit but from his eyes I could see that he was grinning up at me as his little finger was swallowed into my arse. He suddenly pulled away from me. He rolled off the bed and opened a drawer in his sideboard while I panted down from my climax. He pulled a ten inch long candle out of the drawer, it was a tapering kind of candle, it had been made in three colours, the base was over an inch in diameter and made of Royal blue wax. The centre third of the candle was white wax and the last third was made of red wax going to a point at the wick. He also had a jar of petroleum jelly with no top on it.

As he returned to the bed he was dipping the wick end of the candle in the jelly, I was still just lying there on my back with my arms folded over the backs of my knees, holding my legs against my ribs. He started rubbing the point of the candle against my bum hole. I kept trying to look down my body to see what Peter was doing to me but it was a strain to hold my head off the bed with my legs folded against my rib cage.

Peter stopped trying to open my bum with the tip of the candle and he lifted my shoulders off of the bed, he pushed one pillow under my shoulders and two under my head. So now I was in an even more precarious position, almost sitting up with my legs pulled tight against my chest.

Now I could see what he was doing more easily, he buttered my bum with lubricant and started again with the candle. He rubbed my magic button as he pushed the candle against my bum, I actually saw my anal muscle relax and tighten again as I climaxed. I watched my bum eat the first three and a half inches of the candle and once all the red wax had disappeared up my bum he stopped pushing it in. He blocked my view of the candle sticking out of my bum and started licking my pussy again. This time, as I climaxed, my bum spat the candle out instead of drawing it in deeper. It was a good thing that I was on the towel because the candle was very messy when it popped out.

Peter noticed the candle's ejection and stopped licking, he pulled his finger through the petroleum jelly again and this time, he was able to push a clump of it directly inside my bum before it closed down properly again. This time, the blue end of the candle was dipped in the jelly and he pushed hard to get the wide end in me. That was the first time that the candle really hurt me but the pain was very short lived, especially when he started to masturbate me again, the pain disappeared and pleasure washed over me.

He had started out licking me to an orgasm but as I started to convulse, he swapped to using his fingers and leaned back so that both he and I could watch the candle waving about as I ran into my climax...then the damnedest thing happened, the candle started to slip down into my bum all on its own, probably because of all the petroleum jelly and the fact that the candle sloped towards the tip so as my muscles clamped down it pulled the candle in deeper.

I watched as the last of the blue wax disappeared and even though I was still orgasming the candle stopped sinking into me, it must have bottomed out somehow.

Peter grinned up at me, "That's the first time I've seen the candle do that, I was just about to help it get in you but didn't need to bother."

Peter pulled the candle down towards the bed and that caused me a little discomfort. Once the candle was flat on the bed rather than standing up at an angle, he folded the edge of the towel over the top of the candle to hold it down, hold it down and in place up my bum and then he knelt on the folded towel either side of my hips, "And this is where I prove your mother right about men being lying bastards when it comes to sexual guarantees and promises!"

Peter fell forward, his cock found my cunt as his lips covered mine, I screamed into his mouth as the pain of my first ever cock in my pussy stretched me open. It didn't actually take long for me to get used to the pain of my first fuck and as soon as I stopped screaming he let my lips go free and got into his rhythm, fucking me for thirty minutes until he exploded in my pussy.

I'd never felt anything like it in my life before, the feeling of warmth flooding deep into my body and the weight of a grown man pressing down on me after he collapsed from exhaustion. When he got his breath back he pulled his shrinking cock out of my pussy and rolled off of me. He helped me to get up off the bed carefully so that the candle didn't move and we walked out to his balcony, I felt like a cat, walking gingerly with a tail waving behind me as my hips rolled.

I was given a glass of retsina wine as I stood at the glass balustrade looking out over Athens. "You're a Greek girl in Greece, there are a few things that you need to be taught...like drinking retsina and sex the Greek way!"

I sipped the wine and suddenly remembered the flight when Peter asked my mother if she did Greek. She didn't say yes or no, she just said, "I'm married to a Greek man...what do you think?" and then they had sex on the worktop in the aircraft's galley area but I didn't see anything different to the first time they fucked other than the fact that my mother's bum was resting on the edge of the counter top.

"What's the Greek way?"

Peter grinned at me, "Well, in Greece it's a kind of welcome greeting, a bit like shaking hands, a thing that any girl is willing to do with any boy or man...even strangers because it can't make her pregnant. When you meet your cousins on Kea, most of the boys will want to do Greek with you so you'd better be ready for it!"

Okay, like shaking hands...he's talking about masturbation. Some boys at school would ask a girl for a hand shake when they were being crude, what they really wanted was the girl to rub their cocks for them. Peter was probably going to teach me the best way to get a boy off with my hands.

I sipped my drink again looking out over the city, the traffic was still noisy, hooters were sounding all over the city, even though it was after midnight. As I drank my wine Peter was standing slightly behind me, pulling the candle out an inch and pushing it back in my bum. He lifted it up, pushed it down, pulled it to the right and pushed it to the left before moving it in a circular motion; doing everything he could to loosen my anal muscle more.

Peter didn't ask me to but I guessed that if he was going to teach me how to wank a man, I should get used to the feeling of a cock in my hand so I reached down with my free hand and took a hold of his flaccid cock as I drank more of the wine.

It took twenty minutes standing naked out on that very public balcony before Peter's cock started to grow under my rubbing hand.

"You ready for part two Dawn darling?"

I smiled at him, I was tempted to shrug my shoulders and be noncommittal but instead I nodded my head and put my glass down. I walked back into the bedroom with my wax tail wagging behind me. Peter lifted the towel off of the bed; obviously he wouldn't need it if all I was going to do was learn how to wank a man off.

He dragged the three pillows that had propped me up earlier into the middle of the bed and stacked them on top of each other, then he pulled the fourth pillow on to the top of the pile and then he draped the towel over the pile.

"Right, hop on the bed Dawn, face down with your hips on the pillows and your knees as wide apart as you can get them please."

I took up the pose Peter had asked me to and looked behind me over the heap of pillows; my wax tail was standing to attention now, like a mini-flag pole. The pot of petroleum jelly was pulled into play again; Peter dredged his index and middle fingers of his right hand through the gloop, collecting a large lump on his fingers. He gripped the candle with his left hand and yanked it out of my bum as quickly as he could and as soon as the candle left my bum he pushed both fingers and the jelly into the hole that the candle left behind.

He pushed his fingers in, pulled them out, pushed them in again and started rotating his hand to further stretch my anal muscle. I was starting to wonder what all this fingering of my bum had to do with me wanking him off. I suddenly found out what though, he pulled his fingers out and replaced them with his cock and as he pushed in, he had his hand on the back of my head, pushing my face down into the mattress so my screams wouldn't be herd by my parents in their bedroom diagonally opposite Peters bedroom.

It took Peter fifteen minutes of hard fucking to cum in me for the second time, I had solid pain for the first five minutes and then it wore off and after ten minutes I actually climaxed myself from the feeling of his cock rubbing my cunt through the perineum wall separating my anus from my vagina.

As soon as Peter finished shooting in my bum, and before his cock could shrink, he scooped his hand under my abdomen and dragged me off the bed, still attached to his cock. He carried me through to the bathroom still dangling from his cock. He didn't pull out until I was hovering over the toilet pan.

"After you let a man do Greek with you, make sure that you wash his cock carefully before you let him fuck your cunt or fuck your mouth!"

"Surely the point of letting a man do anal sex is so that he doesn't want to fuck you in your cunt or mouth!"

"All men will get you started with Greek sex first, just because girls are happy to do it that way but then they will always try for more."

My bottom exploded into the toilet, it was a combination of the pound of petroleum jelly Peter had pushed up my bum to ease his path and the pint of semen that he'd just fired up me. I waited until I didn't feel any more dirt waiting to fall from my bottom and then I wiped myself clean. Now here's a thing that I found disgusting about Greece, when you take a dump, the poo can go down the toilet but the paper tissue that you use to clean yourself with couldn't, you had to put it in a little rubbish bin at the side of the toilet.

As soon as I was finished on the toilet Peter made me wash his dirty cock, teaching me where the dirt could hide and how to clean it out of all the crevices and folds. I washed him twice and then dried him on a fresh towel before he started the next lesson.

"If a man finishes before you want him to, it is up to you to wake his cock up again, most men aren't like me, I can cum and get my erection back quickly all night long if I want to so, if the man is slow to get hard again, you have to use your mouth to wake him up."

Peter taught me how he liked to have his cock sucked, "You can bring a man off more quickly with your mouth than with your cunt so if you are stuck for time or don't have as much privacy as you'd like, just suck him to his climax, the taste is foul the first few times you do it but you'll soon get used to it, some women even love it."

I didn't take him to completion but I got him damned close. We returned to the bedroom and Peter started fucking my cunt again. I felt he was getting close to his orgasm but he stopped short again, just like he'd done when I was sucking him. He rotated to anal sex again, this time he fucked my arse face to face. By two o'clock Peter had his third orgasm in me, up my bum again, this time he let me run to the bathroom without his cock plugging my arsehole as I knew what to expect and how to hold it in for the minute or so that it took to get on the toilet.

I'd finished on the toilet by the time that Peter joined me in the bathroom. It was my job to wash his cock again and my job to wake his cock up. I did both to the best of my ability and then we did another rotation, he told me that it was important to do oral, then vaginal and then anal if I wanted to give a man 'Full service' sex. "You can do vaginal and then oral sex before Greek but always wash him if he wants to go from anal to any other hole."

"Does every man want to do anal sex?"

"Most Greek men will...and once you get used to Greek men, you won't want to go to an English man for sex after."

We did another rotation and then Peter finally let me go to bed in my own room but it was four o'clock and starting to get light outside.

My father woke me at ten o'clock in the morning, he'd made breakfast, "Sorry breakfast is so late, your mother woke in a frisky mood this morning and wouldn't let me get out of bed!"

He gave me an awkward smile as he put my breakfast down in front of me on my bed.

Dad left and a minute later my mother came into my bedroom and sat on my bed, she picked over my breakfast with me for a few minutes, she looked awkward, worried, "Did Peter keep his promise last night?"

"Mum, you've told me many times before that when it comes to sex, all men are lying bastards, Peter was no exception!"

"I'm sorry darling, was it horrible for you?"

I shook my head, "It hurt a little the first time he did me the Greek way but I got used to it, even started to enjoy it by the fourth time we did it that way!"

"Peter's an unusual man, he had eight or nine orgasms with me, he's quick to cum but even quicker to regain his erection. You won't find many men like that, I can assure you!"

Peter drove us to the port, he shook my father's hand and he kissed me and my mother, "Remember, if you need a place to stay on your way home...I'll have space in my villa in fourteen days time!"

My dad said, "We'll be home in the UK in thirteen days time...but thanks for the offer!"

Peter winked at me, "I hope to meet you again sometime Dawn, I had a lot of fun."

Fortunately my father was struggling to remember enough Greek to get the pier number of the ferry to Kea so he didn't hear Peter.

The ferry crossing was long and boring but I did manage to get a little sleep in the air-conditioned lounge, it was dark by the time we arrived on Kea, we three were the last off the boat, the locals returning home knew that there were very few taxis on the island and they all fought over the few that were there. By the time we got onto the dock all that was left were two people, an elderly man and a younger woman. Dad set off at a run pulling two cabin bags behind him, "I'm assuming that's my grandfather, is that one of my aunties with him?"

Mum grinned, "No, that's Maria, your grandmother!"

"Wow, she looks so young, she doesn't look much older than dad."

"She's fifty-five."

"Mum, dad is forty and Uncle Savvy is forty-two...that means that Grandma was only thirteen when she had Savvy! How old is Grandpa Konstantinos anyway?"

"He's eighty-two and he likes to be called Stan."

"How old exactly was Grandma when she married Grandpa?"

"They got married on her thirteenth birthday, that's the youngest that she could marry Konstantinos legally, she gave birth to Stavvy a month later."

"That means that she was only twelve years old like me when she first had sex with Grandpa!"

Mum laughed at me, "Oh I'm sure that she was much younger than twelve years old when she first had sex with Stan. She stared living with Stan's parents when her own parents died when she was just five years old."

"Why did she move in with Stan's family?"

"Her father and Stan's father were brothers, Stan was the eldest brother in the family and so it fell to him to take her in and look after her."

"So why do you think that she was much younger than twelve when she started having sex with Stan?"

"Wait until you see the farm house, I don't think you'll have to ask the question again!"

We had to stop chattering then because we were alongside my grandparents.

There were kisses all around, not continental style either, the kisses were all on the lips, Maria kissed me first while Stan kissed my mother, he had one hand on her shoulder, pulling her into his mouth and as they kissed he stroked his hand down over her back, feeling carefully between her shoulder blades before moving his hand further down her back to her bottom. I watched as Stan rubbed his hand all over mum's bum through her dress while they kissed and as he pulled his lips off of hers, he fixed her in the eyes with his and then he pushed two fingers between her bum cheeks, pushing her dress deep between her legs.

Mum grinned and nodded her head and Stan let her go free and turned to face me, his hand behind my shoulder and he pulled me into him, he pressed his lips against mine and as soon as our kiss started his hand slipped over my back in exactly the same way he'd done with my mother. When his hand reached my bum I realised that he was feeling me to see if I was wearing any knickers and once he was sure that I wasn't he pressed two fingers between my legs from behind, the same way he'd done with mum and he pulled his face away from mine and smiled at me, mum bent down and whispered in my ear.

"Your grandfather is asking if you'd like Greek sex with him, if you do, smile and nod your head, if you don't then shake...first your hips to displace his hand and then your head to say no but don't smile, it just confuses the men."

I didn't nod or shake my head; I just found it so funny that my grandfather was openly asking me to perform a sexual act with him in front of my mother and father, not to mention his own wife. I couldn't stop my lips curling into a slight smile, Stan smiled back and let my arse go free.

I looked nervously in my father's direction but he was walking away from us with his mother, he had two cases in tow still and they were heading for their family's van.

Grandma let dad drive the van down to the dock and she climbed into the front passenger seat. Dad offered to let Stan drive but Maria butted in, "Your father's eyesight isn't so good these days, I don't let him drive off the farm or in the dark."

I was pushed into the back of the van first, there were no seats in the back so I had to sit on an old sack on the floor, Stan climbed in next and sat at my side. Mum climbed in and actually sat on Stan's lap. I watched as he pushed her up a little and opened his trousers, mum took a hold of his cock and aimed it at her rear entry and sat down. Stan didn't so much fuck her arse as allow the bumpy road to do all the work for him and as they fucked he pulled me over to kiss me.

I pulled away from Stan and looked nervously at the front of the van to see if my dad was looking at us in the rear view mirror but, being a van, there wasn't one inside the cab area, just one on each door so I let Stan pull me back into a kiss and as he was kissing me he pulled the front of my T-shirt up and started fondling my breasts. Grandma looked back when my mother had a little climax and I spotted her looking so I pushed Stan's hand away and covered up again.

Mum had a second climax and then whispered, "Are you going to cum, we're almost at the farm?"

Stan grinned at her, "No, I'd better not, at my age I won't be able to get another erection tonight if I cum now and that would really piss Maria off big time, she'd never let me play away again!"

I was shocked, "Your wife knows that you do things like this?"

Stan faced me and his grin widened, "You'll find that it is very common on the islands around here, Greek sex is just a recreational thing, not a love thing. Lots of men will offer it to you, even if they don't know you..." he looked suddenly thoughtful, "...well, they may not offer it to you, they'll assume that you're a holidaymaker and they don't involve holiday makers in local customs like that."

Mum slipped off of Stan's lap and used a tissue to clean his cock for him, she whispered to me, "It's good manners to clean the boy up before you put him away...just a little thank you for the pleasure."

We pulled up in front of the farm house, Stan and dad walked over to the stable to check on the donkeys, mum took her case and dad's into the house and I followed her. The door opened into a large room, a kitchen, dining, living kind of room, there was only one other door and mum pulled her two cases towards it, I followed her into another big room, it was also massive, it had two massive old beds in the room as well as wardrobes and chests of drawers.

I looked around the room, "Have the three of us got to sleep in this room together mum? Where's the rest of the house?"

"This is all there is, we'll all be sleeping in here for the next two weeks,"

"What, all five if us?"

"You're forgetting that your Uncle Dimitris and Aunty Anna are both still at home."

"Seven of us all sleeping in one room...in just two beds!"

"If you don't like that idea, you can always sleep with the donkeys in the stable!"

"And the bathroom, where's the bathroom?"

"We're in rural Greece, the toilet is outside in a shed and you wash in the kitchen sink, if you want a shower you do it outside...it isn't like England, it's hot all the time here, you can do a lot more outside than we do in England."

I shook my head and walked out to see where the toilet was, I needed a pee so I opened the door to the small wooden shed and walked straight into a strange man, he wasn't actually using the toilet for his actual 'toilet' needs, he was standing up, facing the door with his trousers around his ankles and he was jerking himself off.

"God I'm so, so sorry...I just needed a pee!"

"No, it's me that should be sorry; I just...well, you can see what I'm just doing can't you?"

He didn't try and cover up; he just stood there with his cock still in his hand looking at me. He let go of his cock and offered me his warm an slimy hand to shake it, "I'm Dimitris, you must be Dawn, my cousin."

I shook my head in disbelief but I still took his hand and shook it.

"Look, I'm not actually using the toilet so if you need a pee, just go right ahead."

"I can't do it with you standing right there, get out!"

"I was here first...first come, first served. If you need to pee so badly, just do it here or find a tree and go behind that."

I pulled my shorts down and sat on the toilet...well, if you could call a bucket with a toilet seat bolted to it and a hole in the bottom a toilet. Dimitris turned to face me as I let my pee flow, his cock was pointing straight at my face and he just started to rub himself off again, "Have you done Greek with anyone yet?"

"None of your business!"

"I'm surprised that my dad hasn't asked you for it yet!"

I was stunned, I think my jaw dropped and Dimitris laughed at me, "He did...didn't he?"

"Mind your own business"

I finished my pee and pulled a sheet of toilet paper off of the roll, I wiped between my legs and was just about to drop it down into the bucket, "Erm...we don't put paper down the toilet in Greece, we pop it in the bin at the side."

I dropped the paper in the pedal bin and then I reached for the chain to flush the toilet...no toilet meant no chain to pull, no water to flush the bowl.

"If you do a crap, take a shovel of soil from the box and drop it down on top of the mess, if you cover it up completely there won't be a smell."

I'd gone back to the dark ages, "What happens if the hole gets full?"

"Me and my dad get to dig another hole and move the shed over it."

God I didn't believe that toilets could be so primitive in the twenty-first century.

I had to brush past Dimitris to get out of the toilet and he chose that moment to shoot his load all over my T-shirt and shorts.

When I got back into the living room my grandmother looked at the damp line across my clothes, "I see that you've met Dimitris then?"

I nodded my head.

"That damned boy spends far too much time in that toilet playing with himself, he's thirty years old and should be married...you don't fancy a husband do you Dawn?"

"Not for about the next ten years at least and probably not one of my own cousins!"

"We all marry our cousins on Kea, all four thousand of us are related here on the island. Stavvy and your father broke the cycle by leaving to work in England and find nice English girls to marry."

"I don't know how to break this to you Gran..." She stopped me!

"Maria, please!"

"...Maria...Stavvy has been divorced for the last six years!"

"well, I hope that you and your mother take care of his needs until he finds a new wife of his own!"

Another shock for me, "Is that expected?"

"Certainly, I'd expect your mother to have made the offer as soon as he got divorced and now that you're old enough, you should take a share, it's hard to look after two Greek men at the same time!"

Mum was sitting on the sofa at the other end of the room reading a book; I walked over to her and flopped down, "Mum, do you have sex with Uncle Stavvy?"

She didn't look up from the book, "Yes dear, of course I do, ever since he got divorced!"

"What does dad think of that?"

"He understands dear, just so long as I don't rub his nose in it or deny him whenever he wants sex...he's very happy about it!"

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