CHAPTER 1
A breeze wafted in from the north, lowering summer heat at Olympus Beach as the locals called it, named after Olympus Point Lighthouse. Officially it was unimaginatively named Ocean Beach 7 in line with a the naming of the eleven beaches, broken by rocky outcrops, that ran along this seven-mile section of north-facing coast on Molesworth Peninsula and all named Ocean Beach with a distinguishing numeral.
Into this idyllic community walked Tom Smith, lugging an over-weight travel bag and wondering where the hell everybody was.
People of course were on vacation and with most adults asleep in early afternoon following excessive drinking with lunch, the kids and teens were down at the beach under the watchful eye of the adult delegated as that afternoon's lifeguard.
Tom a university student aged 22 and near completing studies for a science degree with the thought of becoming a water-quality inspector, stopped and looked at the single line of beach cottages on higher ground and below them was tent alley of two lines of perhaps forty tents. He'd earlier seen the notice stating 'Tent Camping by Prior Arrangement Only, no Campervans, Caravans or RVs'.
Hmmm, obviously a restricted society of recluses who favored a summer circa forty years ago when most people went camping in tents and spent all summer wearing a swimsuits and slip-on footwear.
Well now to find Aunt Daisy, his mom's much younger sister who'd invited him to share summer with her and her family.
Tom lugged the bag along the dusty access road behind the cottages that were named, rather than numbered. He came to The Willows, The Oaks and Acacia Cottage when the only trees he could see in the vicinity were pines. Then there were the cottages of less romantic naming-people with a penchant for explicit nameplates that included Jones, Wilson, McIntyre and Snead. A larger beach house was named Joe's Paradise and the even larger place beside it was simply called Daisy and Neil's.
Ah he'd arrived.
Alas Uncle Neil was back in the city and would make the 140 mile journey to the peninsula on Friday afternoons and return to his property management business at 4 a.m. on Mondays, according to what Aunt Daisy had stated in her email. That meant they could throw a football and do other stuff males like to do at the beach while eyeing the babes. Er if Uncle Neil did that sort of thing.
Tom had met the couple several times and his mom had briefed them that Neil was forty-two and Daisy was thirty-nine and they had three girls, Abby eighteen, Janice seventeen and Meg fifteen. From what Tom could remember they were a rather dour family and the girls scrapped a lot and told tales on each other and their parents snapped at each other as well. But he was optimistic; perhaps everyone acquired a sunny disposition when at the beach.
Daisy had invited Tom to the beach because he was an only child and his parents were going on a cruise for three weeks. His parents had not trusted him to stay in the family home alone.
Well, it was time to meet his host family. Tom knocked and Meg answered the door and said, "Oh hi, it's you. Come in."
She disappeared leaving Tom to enter and close the front door.
He couldn't find anyone else in the beach house and went outside and found them all sitting on the front porch watching the campers below and looking out at the beach activity and the surf.
"Hi everyone," he said brightly.
Meg the pretty one, who took after her mother, said, "I told them you were here" and her two older sisters said "Hi Tom."
Janice sighed and said welcome to Boringville and Abby said, "Do you play cards?"
"Yes," said Tom as he looked at his aunt approaching. She had cute breasts, unlike her two almost flat-chest older daughters.
"Hi Tom, and a big, warm welcome," she said, and pecked him on the cheek.
"May I get you late lunch? We've eaten."
"No thanks, I had a burger when I got off the bus at Stoke."
"Oh good boy."
That night Daisy came into his room and Tom smiled at her puppies.
"Don't Tom."
He didn't argue, knowing she was on to him.
"I just wish to lay down some house rules."
He said fair enough and was told he would be expected to pitch in and do his share of helping to prepare meals and clear away and to do some of the housework.
"Yeah no problem."
Daisy came very close and whispered, "Now this concerns my daughters. You are not to interfere with them sexually."
"Right."
"Right what?"
"You have delivered a clear message."
"I'd rather you have sex with me than with my daughters."
"Right I'll remember that and you'll know if I'm feeling the pressure."
Daisy appeared shocked.
Well she'd raised the possibility of sex but he said, "Are you okay?"
She swallowed and said she'd never thought of having sex with him, her nephew.
Tom wanted to say well there was a first time for everything but she didn't appear to be in the mood for any further banter.
"Don't worry Aunt Daisy. If I feel the pressure I can always jerk off."
"Tom you can't talk to me like that."
"Okay."
"If you do masturbate please don't allow the girls see you."
"Of course not. Give me credit for having sense. How do you ease the pressure?"
"Females masturbate too Tom and I don't suppose you knew that. But that's enough of this unnecessary chatter. Well I'm off to bed."
"Are you going to give me a decent kiss goodnight, not like that peck you gave me when I arrived?"
"You mean on the lips?"
"Yes and pressing into me a bit."
"Tom!"
"Mom kisses me like that."
"Oh very well, but only if nobody is around."
Tom looked around to see who was in the room and at last she laughed.
God it had been hard work with her.
She kissed him on the lips with a lightly open mouth and pressed her puppies into his chest.
"How was that?"
"First rate. You do know how to kiss."
She smiled and roughed up his hair and left the room saying goodnight.
At 6:10 next morning Tom grabbed a pot and lid from the kitchen and walked up the passage banging the lid on the pot.
"Rise and shine."
Meg came out of her room already dressed and with her hair done. Her two sisters came to the door of their bedroom moaning about being pulled out of sleep and Daisy came out in a sexy short black lace nightdress rubbing her eyes and asked what Tom was doing.
"I was told when I arrived yesterday the girls were bored. Well at 6:30 we all go for a run on the beach, just jogging and doing as many lengths as you wish and that includes you Aunt Daisy."
"No."
"Yes," chorused the girls.
The beach was 320 yards long according to Abby. Daisy managed two lengths, Abby three and Janice four and a half lengths. Meg kept up with Tom and after eight and a half lengths he grinned at her and said, "Let's quit before we get bored or you show me up by out-lasting me. That was a really impressive performance Meg."
"Thanks. I run with dad and I do cross-country at school. I love sport."
"That's great and you'd probably grow up with an athletic figure providing you keep exercising and watch your diet."
"What do you think of mom's body?"
"It's okay I suppose."
"You only suppose?"