This story is pure fantasy and for entertainment only. It contains scenes of incest. If that offends you, please read something else. All the characters in this story are over 18.
Betti had rented a cottage on the remote Greek island of Elpinike for the summer. Her teenage son and daughter, Mylo and Phylandra, accompanied her, somewhat reluctantly at first. When they saw the gorgeous cottage Betti had rented, standing on the edge of a headland with views of the Aegean, and masses of wildflowers everywhere, they began to change their minds.
"This might not be that bad," Mylo told his sister, "We can swim and climb and the bars sell alcohol without checking ID. Maybe we can let mom off the hook."
"Well," Phylandra demurred, "It's cute and everything but I don't know anyone here. All my friends are in Florida. What am I going to do here?"
Betti had been shopping at the local market and she returned with piles of fresh herbs, cheeses, lemons, grapes, wild berries, bread, fish and wine. She called her son and daughter in to help her put the groceries away.
"Isn't this heaven?" she asked them, well aware that they might not agree. "If I could live anywhere on earth, it would be here. My God! Everything at the market is so fresh and pure. No tasteless, genetically modified, American fruit. Taste these strawberries! Aren't they divine? I'm seriously thinking of buying this place and moving here permanently."
"Oh God mom! Don't be so dramatic!" Phylandra said, "They're just strawberries," she rinsed one under the tap and bit into it. "Oh wow! These things are good!"
"Why don't you two go for a walk and explore the scenery?" Betti said, "I'm going to cook dinner and check out the garden."
After Mylo left for the beach and Phylandra went to her bedroom, Betti opened the French doors and walked out into the big, overgrown garden. The plants and flowers were luxuriant and exotic, with many varieties she had never seen before. One huge bed of yellow and purple blooms drew her attention by their heavy perfume. She picked one and inhaled the scent.
These are absolutely stunning, she thought, I've never seen them before. I'd love to take some cuttings home and see if they might live in the West Coast climate. She picked a bouquet, mixed them with some leaves and ferns and took them inside. She found two simple glass vases in a kitchen cupboard and arranged the flowers carefully, mixing in some greenery. Then she placed the bigger vase in the center of. the big wooden kitchen table and carried the smaller one up to her room, positioning it carefully on her bedside table.
Returning downstairs, she began chopping vegetables and marinading pieces of fish in lemon juice, fresh olive oil and a mixture of local herbs. As she sliced herbs and chopped vegetables, she bent over the flowers from time to time, to breathe in their heady perfume. After she had prepared the meal, Betti wandered out into the garden. For a moment, she felt like a character in an ancient Greek story. Images of feasting men and women flashed in her mind. She saw people in bright white robes drinking wine from silver goblets. The vision changed abruptly to graphic details of an orgy. Naked men with leaves in their hair, masturbated openly while a voluptuous woman danced naked for them, caressing her large breasts and gesturing obscenely at her swollen vulva.
Betti shook herself and brought her attention back to the present and the pretty, peaceful garden she was traversing. Good Lord, she thought, I'm falling under some ancient Greek spell. She looked across the headland at the blue Aegean sea far beneath, and thought of Odysseus. Suddenly she felt the tremendous age and the archaic resonances of the place.
She realized she was standing beside the bed of heavily perfumed blossoms that she had picked earlier. I think I'll put some of these in the kids' bedrooms, she decided. It's the perfect way to wake up -- surrounded by Greek flora. She picked enough flowers to create two bouquets and went inside to look for more vases. When she'd arranged them, she carried them upstairs and placed one in each of the kids' rooms, near their beds.
From the landing, she heard Mylo and Phylandra talking and laughing downstairs. As if she was awakening from a dream, she called down, "Kids! Are you hungry? I'm ravenous! Let's eat!"
After dinner, Mylo helped tidy up and wash and dry the dishes by hand since there was no dishwasher. The house had no AC either and in the warm evening air, they sat by two metal fans to cool off.
"I'm getting to like it here," Phylandra volunteered. "It's relaxing. The water down there is crystal clear. You can see the seaweed and fish, it's really cool." She yawned. "Wow! I'm so tired. I could sink into bed and sleep forever." She dtood up and stretched. "Goodnight all! I'm out."
Mylo and Betti sat around for another half hour, yawning and talking languidly. Then Betti said,
"I don't know why we're still up Mylo, aren't you exhausted? I am! Phylandra had the right idea, I'm going to bed."
"Yeah, me too," Mylo yawned, "I'm not sitting down here on my own. Goodnight Mom!"
He hugged her and she kissed him on the forehead. "Goodnight sweetie, sleep tight."
At 3.00 am, in REM sleep, Phylandra tossed and turned, mumbling broken phrases. In her dream she was walking through an alley with a Greek boy she had seen in Athens. He had stared at her and said something in Greek that made his friends laugh. Now he was holding her against a wall, she felt his hard cock press against her thigh and his hand moving under her dress. Her body responded to his touch, wanting him to go further. He pulled her panties aside and let him finger her. She was grinding on his hand, when she looked up and saw his face. It was Mylo.
