A Vision of Crete.
Our first holiday abroad, Via in Crete our surprise destination. We got settled in, and a couple of days into the holiday I wanted to escape from mum and dad, the only fly in the ointment, my younger brother Josh. His objections immediate.
"Mum, tell her. I want to go to the beach with her."
I prayed to whatever deity may be listening, "
I want to be alone,
" in my best Gretta Garbo voice. The 1932 film, "The Grand Hotel," one of dad's favourite movies.
The little brat had mum wrapped around his little finger, so I was not surprised by her answer.
"I'll do you a deal Cassy, you take him a long today and give us some time alone and I'll treat you to some girl shopping tomorrow."
She wanted some intimate time with dad, so embarrassing, still at it at their age. So, with a sigh I agreed, he grinned at me from behind mum's back.
Packing my shoulder bag with essentials we set off, my destination loaded on my phone. Five minutes later we arrived at Psili Ammos beach, now this would be interesting.
"Josh, you are not to tell mum or dad, or I'll tell mum about those sites you visit on your laptop."
I'm not proud, blackmailing my Fifteen-year-old sibling came as second nature. Besides the look on his face would be priceless, sure enough as we walked down the beach his eyes went wide, and he blushed. I could not help myself.
"First real pair you've seen not on a screen, like don't stare."
One advantage of being three years older, I taught him females could be domineering. While he checked out the ladies, I browsed the tanned males and females. Naughty it's true, but we headed down the beach and found a quiet spot to set up camp. Both of us wore our swimming costumes under our clothes, yet Josh paused reluctant to remove his shorts. Like a nervous colt, the look on his face I immediately noticed his problem. He was so erect it stuck out like a flagpole, at least we females were more discrete.
"I won't look, but I would suggest you go into the water to sort out your problem."
When I turned back around, he was heading for the water like an Olympic sprinter. I got out my suntan lotion and applied it all over before laying back on my beach towel. Josh had entered the water by now, and far enough away. This is what I wanted, an all-round tan with no white lines, so removed my bikini top and bottoms before applying more lotion and laid back. I dozed, but something in the back of my mind made me look out to sea. Siblings have and almost telepathic link, a warning.
"Josh!"
I sprinted down the beach, alarmed at him struggling, waves crashing over his head. Being thankful for being a strong swimmer, and those lifesaving classes now paid off. A dive and the water embraced me like an old friend, a powerful front crawl closed the distance. Mum would kill me if anything happened to him, I ignored his attempts to grab me. My arms under his armpits, head and neck resting on my boobs. Kicking the water and changing direction, yet to my horror a sea mist rose blotting out my view of the beach. Still, I set my bearing and trusted my instincts.
On reaching the beach, the mist thinned, and I spotted my bag. Placing Josh in the recovery position as he retched up salt water. Grabbing the phone from my bag, dialled the international emergency number 112. No signal, stranger still no one else on the beach. Josh, coughing and spluttering, yet he seemed to be coming around. Enough to comment, "Sis I can see your bare tits."
Bless, from that angle he could also see that my, "Collar and cuffs matched," as neatly trimmed as it was. His embarrassed smile, I hoped he would be ok as I turned grabbing my bikini top and bottoms. Dressing quickly, I watched as he slowly recovered, shaking as he went into shock and the adrenaline wore off. I towelled him down, as he shook. Once in his dry cotton top, and his hoodie. Handed him a bottle of water to wash away the salt in his mouth. Dressing myself, I explained the lack of phone signal, checking he was ready to walk back up the beach to Via. He nodded, his first few steps clinging onto me, we made steady progress. Still no sign of people, yet I spotted hoof prints in the sand. Josh looked at me before asking, "what's wrong?"
"These print's aren't right."
He did not cotton on, so I explained. "Horses have different strides Josh. Walk, trot, canter, and gallop. These don't fit any of those beats."
He laughed. "You know more about horses than me, or boyfriends."
That was the old Josh I knew and loved, to the point of being naive about my first fling with Debra, who I met at the riding school. Spending some time in her stable, both of us exploring, awash with curiosity and teenage hormones. Well, nothing for it but to carry on, yet it soon became apparent we had a major problem.
"Josh, the walk down here only took five minutes, we've been walking for thirty."
His face said it all, we were lost. At that moment I spotted a figure further down on the sand. "Josh, there's someone. Let's go and ask them."
As we approached the female, her long blonde tresses flowing over.... Josh, quick off the mark.
"She has bigger tits than you sis."
True although a sunhat hid her face, her full breasts would do justice to any porn movie. The dusky pink aureole circling large nipples, as we got closer another fact emerged. Taking in her thick thighs, as the wrap around showed a generous amount of what I took to be tanned skin. Josh spotted it first.
"Cassy, look at her feet."
