After finishing basic training, I joined my unit and commenced a new cycle of training. It was very time-consuming and didn’t leave a lot of personal time. Part of our training was to be taught to survive off the land and to learn how to avoid capture if we found ourselves behind enemy lines. As part of the training and to make it as realistic as possible, the defence took us to a remote location and gave us a time limit to arrive at a predetermined extraction point. It was early summer, and, unfortunately, it was very hot and dry. With the basic equipment, map, and compass, we were dropped off in pairs several kilometres apart and given the coordinates of the extraction point.

It was early morning, and my partner was another fit guy, so we quickly made our way into the bush and out of sight. Over the next few days, we made our way towards the extraction, avoiding town towns and farmhouses. To pass the course, we had to arrive at the extraction point on time and not be detected. We managed to find water and some food, but we needed a decent feed. We had camped on the edge of a hill, and we could see a farmhouse in the distance. We knew that there would be dogs approaching a house, and any chance of stealing food was impossible without being caught. Then, by chance, as I watched the house, I noticed the farmer loading his dogs on the back of the ute and heading away from the house. I told my mate that I would go down and have a closer look as I might be able to steal a chicken. It is worth noting at this point that the defence department had notified all the residents in the area that they were undertaking training. They should report any unusual people they might see, and they would cover the cost of any loss of chicken and anything we might steal.

It was dark as I approached the house. I couldn’t see any lights on, and I was lucky that the chicken coupe was a fair distance from the house. I found the door and quietly found the roost, but as I got closer, all hell broke loose, and the hens started making a hell of a noise. I grabbed a chicken so as not to lose it as I escaped; I thought I would quickly break its neck. If anyone had ever tried to do this, it would not have been an easy task, and the noise continued. Just as I was about to leave, I heard someone yell. As I turned around, there was a woman in a cream dress and work boots, holding a shotgun and pointing straight at me. She told me to let the chicken go and ordered me towards the house.

She directed onto the back verandah and through the back door into the kitchen; as she entered, she placed the shotgun on top of a cabinet. She told me I was lucky; she thought I was a fox and I could have been shot. She knew who I was, asking if I was one of the guys training in the area. She introduced herself as Anna; I would have guessed she was in her late thirties. She was around 5’10, with large breasts and wide womanly hips. Her two children entered the room. Dan was the younger one, around 15 years old, and his sister Vicky, who I later learned was 16. They were both in shorts and short-sleeved button-up shirts. I took it as Pjarmas.

She suggested I sit at the kitchen table, and she prepared me cooked chicken and vegetables while I waited for her husband to return. It turned out he had gone to town to pick up her sister and her two kids to stay for the weekend. I ate the meal quickly as I was starving and felt guilty because my mate was out there still hungry. I felt that if I let on, he was still out there, and they told the authorities it would ruin his chance of succeeding. After all, I had been caught.

As we talked, I got a nice glimpse of her breasts through the loose-fitted dress with several of the top buttons undone, and it was obvious she was not wearing a bra. As she walked past me, I was sure I smelled the faint, musty aroma of her pussy. She also bumped me a couple of times with her hips, and I was starting to think I was imagining things and that I had been in the bush for too long.

Darren was the husband, and when he arrived home, we had a long chat. He asked where I was headed, and I gave him a general idea, which was about 100km away by road. He agreed in return for help around the farm, he would take me to the area close to the extraction point. I knew this was cheating, but it was also a way of surviving and achieving my objective. I consoled myself; it was a heart and mind operation as well.

I was also introduced to Anna’s sister, Rose, who was probably in her early thirties, her stepson, who was 18 or 19 and her daughter, who was around the same age as Vicky, 16 or 17.

The house was a large rectangle with a passageway down the middle. The main bedroom was closest to the kitchen and lounge at one end, and the bedrooms were off the passageway. The only bathroom was next to the main bedroom. My bedroom was the furthest away, next to the front door. I went to the lounge where the TV was on and sat on the couch. Vicky and Dan were sitting in chairs with their feet pulled up, and as I glanced across the room, I could see up the leg of their shorts. I could see the whisps of hair covering her mound and the outline of the slit between them. His legs were slightly apart, and I could see my erection growing, so I said good night as I thought it was time for me to get some sleep.

I fell asleep quickly in a comfortable bed, a welcomed change from sleeping on the ground for the last few nights., and I woke up about three hours later. The night was still and warm, and I could hear noises from the passageway. I sat up and listened and realised it was the sounds of lovemaking. The sounds of a woman sighing and moaning, and I could even hear the creaking bed and wondered if anyone else was awake. I needed to go and pee but did not want to disturb the passion, so I went to the doorway, standing in my shorts to see if the way to the bathroom was clear. As I looked down the passage, I could see the stepson standing at a doorway. He was naked, and from his silhouette, he was stroking a large erection. As I waited, the sounds of passion coming from Anna and Darren’s room grew louder. He then moved to their doorway, and I could see he was peeking in as he straightened. I can only assume he came all over the floor.

I waited for a while and then made my way to the bathroom. After completing my business, I opened the bathroom door and walked into Anna. She didn’t see me open the door, and, in an effort to avoid walking into her, I had my hand out. My hand landed on her upper arm, and she was sweating, and her breath was still labouring. I apologised, and as I went to pass her, she moved closer, her face close to mine. I could feel the heat of her body and realised she was naked. My erection was immediate, and I slowly moved against her, and my fingers gently brushed her breast as I moved away.

As I returned to my room, I realised everyone had their bedroom door open and imagined they could see my erection against my shorts. I lay on the bed on my back, slowly stroking my cock before I fell asleep.

In the morning, I had breakfast with everyone, and Darren provided them with work clothes. I helped around the property, feeding sheep, cleaning out troughs, and checking that the pumps were working. Darren asked if I could go down to the creek near the house, as there was an old concrete water tank there. He wanted to make sure there was water in the tank. It was used to water cattle and horses.

I rode the motorbike across the property and walked the last 100m down to the creek. As I approached the tank, I heard voices, and from the top of the bank, I could see the four younger ones swimming naked in the tank. I stopped and enjoyed watching the young, firm female bodies splashing around. The stepson was a much bigger guy, and I could see he had Vicky and was chasing her. She squealed as he wrapped his arms around her. His hands were all over her breasts and between their legs. He then sat her on the edge of the tank and lifted her with his arms under her thighs, her legs wide, as he lowered her down on his waist.

Dan and the girl watched, and they encouraged them as they moved to the edge of the tank. Vicky opened her legs; I could see her hand between them. I am not sure what she said, but he stood between her legs, and it appeared he was trying to insert his cock into her.

From the other side, I saw movement and then heard Anna call out; the kids scrambled around with the stepson lowering himself into the water to hide his erection. I heard her say she needed a hand up at the house, and as she turned and walked away, they climbed out of the tank. I took this as my queue and made myself known as I walked down the bank. They were surprised to see me but were not in a rush to cover up and dress. I explained I was there to check if the tank had water, and apparently, it did.

They went back to the house, and I checked all the pump fittings and made sure everything worked. As I checked around, I found a pair of white cotton knickers with a lovely yellow stain. I smelled the crouch and the faint aroma before placing them in my pocket. From where I found them, I knew they were probably Vicky’s. I made my way back to the house, and it was near lunchtime. As I approached the house, I saw Vicky walk over to the shearer’s quarters alone, and I thought it was a good opportunity to give her knickers back.

I walked around the back, and as I passed a window to one of the rooms, Vicky was sitting on the bed. The drawer was open on the side table, and she had a magazine open. I stopped and watched as Vicky opened her top and gently ran her hands over her breasts, gently tweaking her nipples. She did this for a while, stopping to turn pages before removing her top. Standing up and removing her denim shorts, her knickers were in my pocket, and her fingers teased her pubs. As she continued reading the magazine, she slightly bent over, and I could tell she was fingering herself. I thought she might orgasm, but she then laid face down on the bed. She did not seem interested in the magazine any longer. The foot of the bed was facing the window, and she lay face down and opened her legs. Placing her hand between her legs, I hand a magnificent view. I watched as she lay there, her fingers teasing her outer lips. She ground her pelvis against her hand, her middle finger pressed against her clit, and I watched for several minutes until I heard her come.