Chapter 1

It all started down under, owing to 2013 also being the tenth anniversary of England winning the rugby world cup. It was moreover fifteen years since meeting Wulan and Jeff Attrill for the first time. As it was time for Tony to attend the required trust fund meetings. The decision was made for Tony to spend his birthday, Christmas and New Year, with Wulan and Jeff in Australia. In addition, Tony had appointed Jeff, the principal solicitor to deal with his estate and trusts, which meant every so often Tony must visit, though this time was more poignant...

Tony departed Heathrow on a sunny October morning, for the twenty-three-hour flight to Sydney. Before the flight, Tony had put out feelers on who might join him for the trip. His girlfriend was not able to join Tony as she felt it more prudent not to upset the apple cart, especially with, the fact she had recently given birth, plus what she and Tony were planning ... Christoff had informed Tony it was not possible for Karli to join him, as a personal assistant; apparently, Christoff needed her in Germany. Therefore, it was not feasible for any of the harem to join Tony on his excursion down under, which meant the flight had all the appearances of being uninteresting; that’s until Tony started chatting with the stewardesses. Which enabled him to have a couple of adventures into the five-mile-high club, to while away the time...

One, a gentle, quiet rhythmical mating lasting about an hour before reaching significant orgasms; which alerted one or two of the other passengers what escapades were being partaken of...

The other, a little more strenuous with the stewardess bent at the waist and her head buried in a pillow to quieten her screams. With Tony stood behind, pistoning in ‘n’ out like there was no tomorrow and emitting gravelly groans for the duration. Which had several of the fellow passengers applauding the display when finished.

Flying business class does have its perks ... Ha! Ha!

The flight landed in Sydney at eight o’clock in the evening. A slightly exhausted Tony disembarked, and once through customs, Wulan and Jeff were at the airport to greet him. Jeff pushed the luggage as Tony received an ear bashing from Wulan wanting to know about his love life ... precisely like any sister would. Tony helped Jeff load the bags into the back of the station waggon, as Wulan plonked herself on the passenger side front, leaving the door open to continue her barrage ... She closed the door on Tony’s entry into the backseat and Jeff on the driver’s side, and they were off.

It was close to ten, in the late evening, by the time the trio arrived at the house in “Warriewood”. Though it was night time, Tony’s body still thought it was in the UK, where it would be coming up for mid-day. Tony tried to sleep; the rollers impacting “Beeby Park Beach” below, seemed to help a little; Tony loved the sound of the sea and found it very restful. Thankfully, there were several days to acclimatise before the first meeting.

Now settled, Tony was awake and in the kitchen cooking breakfast; before Wulan and Jeff surfaced. Some mornings that allowed Tony, the chance to chat with Wulan and no interruptions from Jeff; Tony doesn’t know why it was, but the connexion with Wulan was just like a brother-sister relationship should be. As for Tony’s own “skin ‘n’ blister”, he had not spoken with, since the millennium.

After the completion of the first tranche of meetings, Tony retrieved his car from storage and drove around the properties. Which enabled him to have some private sessions to obtain a more detailed understanding of some of the estate holdings.

As planned, Tony’s birthday landed during the trip. Being down under, enabled an outdoor barbeque event. With several of his Australian relatives; plus a few friends from Sydney, that he’d made over the years. The party started around midday when the first of the guests arrived; then at roughly three-thirty in the afternoon, two gorgeous redheads showed up. Tony took an instant interest, his first thought “Strippers” though rejected that as there were children at the party. Then one of the relatives’ shouted to the women, ‘Hi Rhosyn, wondered if you’d show, I see you brought your daughter’.

The moment Tony heard that comment, he made a beeline for the two women. After a brief intro from Tony, he asked the older of the two, not initially recognising them, ‘Is that you Rhotwyn?’

She turned around to face him, Tony’s face lit-up as there was some recognition of the odd facial feature, though there was a slightly sheepish grin from the woman, plus a nod of the head, at which point Tony grasped her into his arms for a very sensuous kiss and a bear hug.

The duration of the smooch, caused the younger woman to exclaim, ‘Mother!’

It was a good five minutes until Tony and Rhotwyn broke from their embrace, by which time a fair number of the guest had assembled and were gawping at the couple. The younger redhead was still stood by her mother, her skin changing colour with embarrassment.

Tony thought he’d curtail the whispering, which was doing the rounds of his relatives; by making an announcement, ‘Rhotwyn and I have known each other since we were kids. The two of us had a fling in late 1978, though I do believe she had a crush on me since we were twelve-year-olds’. Tony’s last comment caused slight embarrassment, for which he received a double-handed thump on the chest from Rhotwyn, as she exclaimed, ‘Beast!’.

After Tony’s announcement, the whispering didn’t stop, it merely changed tack...

To enable the trio to obtain some privacy; so they could talk. Tony escorted Rhotwyn and her daughter for a walk along “Beeby Park” beach. From their conversation, it solved why Rhotwyn disappeared; her father had shipped her off to his sister in Perth when Rhotwyn told him she was pregnant. Also, the younger redhead, whose name was Rozina (Roz for short), was, in fact, Tony’s daughter as she was born nine months after the time Rhotwyn played “The Lady Alice” to his “Viscount Merestone”.

It also became apparent that Rhotwyn and Alice had been in contact, over the years. Roz and Karli knew they were sisters, having met a few times over the same period. Plus, Rhotwyn and Roz knew about Karli and her father ... Tony thought “Strange Karli never said anything. Somebody will be receiving a smack on their derrière when I next see her”.

The conversation continued until Roz interjected, ‘I want the same treatment you gave Karli... ‘ The upshot of which caused Tony to stop dead in his tracks. The girls carried on a couple of steps; before they realised that Tony was not with them. At which point, they turned to see what had happened to him. As the women spun, Tony stared first at her mother before turning his gaze at Roz; all the while, with a surprised expression all over his face. Next, there was a slightly heated discussion where Tony tried to discourage Roz ... But as both women pointed out, Tony had provided Karli with his services as a masseur plus ... And that he should not treat his second daughter any differently. Tony knew when to capitulate, he was on the losing end of that argument and unlikely to prevail. Even so, Tony’s mind was having the same battle that it had had at Christmas 2010 when his daughter Karli turned up to sleep with him.

As the three returned to the party, Tony agreed to take Rhotwyn and Roz for a drive the next day as an additional birthday treat; well it was Sunday.

Roz remained at Tony’s side for the rest of the party, as the relatives one-by-one realised that she was his daughter, which piloted everyone too some stimulating conversations...

Sunday morning, Tony was up earlier than usual, had a light breakfast. And out of the house before Wulan and Jeff surfaced.

Tony had the top down, on what was a hot sunny morning; for the drive to the hotel, to collect Rhotwyn and Roz for their excursion. The concierge loaded a picnic basket and ice box in the boot with some extra towels, as the girls climb in. Tony had already preloaded the destination into the “Sat Nav”, so when the girls asked, ‘Where are we going?’ He merely responded, ‘I’m following the directions, as the car squawks them out’.

One hour forty minutes later Tony received a slap around the back of the head from Rhotwyn, at the same time as she exclaimed, ‘Naughty!’ Which was as he turned into “Birdie Beach Drive”. Fortunately, the slap did not distract Tony’s driving.

Tony’s retort to the slap, ‘Well you enjoyed it skinny, and in the sea, back in 78’.

It had barely turned nine-thirty, in the morning; as Tony parked the car. After which, the trio collected the gear and head down to the beach.

Roz kept taunting her mother, ‘What are you and dad talking about’. Then Roz noticed the sign about a nudist beach, and there was a sigh of recognition...

Once settled on the beach, Tony completely divested himself of clothing. Which initially received some shocked intakes of breath from his companions, as they viewed the all-over tan. To start with, Roz merely sat there, yoga fashion, on a towel; that was until her mother joined Tony, in the all-together...

Now that the three were starkers, Tony began by massaging sunscreen into the women, too wit he received ‘ooohs’ and ‘aaahs’; as Tony’s hands roamed. That was until the cream was applied to the mōns Veneris and labia majora bringing Rhotwyn to a delightfully exuberant orgasm, as her heels drummed the sand and she screamed out, ‘Tony’. The climax Roz provided, was slightly more raucous as she sat bolt upright and unloaded some choice phrases; as her back arched and an orgasm rippled through her body.

When the girls had recovered from their orgasms, they launched into applying the sunscreen to Tony; all over. That was until they reach his phallus and scrotal sac. At which point, Roz and Rhotwyn took it in turns to provide fellatio; with their lips teasing the head with kisses, before licking the pre-cum from the tip, as though they were tonguing an ice-cream, then descending the length of Tony’s phallus to suck on the scrotal sac; as they brought him to a climax. After which, the two women continue using their mouths to ensure Tony’s phallus was clean; before applying any sunscreen.

After the trio’s hour of fun, they rested up and sunbathed; rotating being under the beach umbrella, as they converse. It was apparent that Roz knew about her mother’s antics and how she became pregnant ... At half past noon, the three went for a dip in the sea. As they exited the water, Tony gazed at the women’s bodies with the exquisite effect of the seawater cascading off them, which caused him to grow ... The trio returned to their encampment and allowing the sun to dry their bodies, whilst they organised the picnic and delve into their lunch.

After luncheon, the trio applied more of the sunscreen and rested until about two-thirty when it was noticeable there were fewer people on the beach. So, Tony began to tease and stimulate Roz, by walking his fingers over her body. After about twenty minutes of that, she started to writhe around. Hence, Tony took it to the next level and buried his face between her thighs, at which point he commenced cunnilingus. Firstly, using his lips and tongue on Roz’s succulent labia majora, making them a lovely red colour; before paying maximum devotion to her clitoris, when it decided it wanted in on the action. Tony took another half hour until he ended the torture and allowed Roz to climax. When the orgasm ignited, she arched her back from the towel; before she emitted a scream of satisfaction, as her heels drummed Tony’s posterior. All through, his mouth remained attached to her clitoris, whilst two fingers danced on her g-spot.

All the while Rhotwyn was the voyeur, she gave herself a significant jilling, bringing about a screaming orgasm. The two screams caught the eye of a lifeguard down in the general use section of the beach, so the three had to cool it. Once rested, they went for a final dip in the sea before the trio towelled dry, dressed and departed.

On the drive back, which took a little longer. Roz sat beside Tony, plus she had removed her shorts and knickers exposing her delightful pudenda. Initially, Roz began to tease herself, that was until Tony’s left-hand delved between her legs; to take over the stimulation of her clitoris. Rhotwyn took this opportunity to move behind her daughter. Which enabled her mother to ease Roz’s top over her daughter’s breasts, plus she began to stimulate her nipples to full length. With both Tony and her mother’s ministration Roz found it difficult to control herself, though whenever she closed in on a climax, Tony would ease, causing Roz to shout, ‘What the Fuck!’ Tony kept his too and fro stimulation going for a good thirty minutes; until Roz erupted into an orgasm. Her back arched, as she unleashed a deafening scream, with not a care in the world that the top was down. Plus, she could be heard as the car passed people by. Tony noticed the quizzical expressions, whilst observing in the rear-view mirrors.