Awed by the spectacular landscape when she and Nick stepped off the ferry in Santorini, Polly sucked in a gasp. Then she got the workout of her life as they climbed hundreds of winding steps cut into the rock. Her primary thought along the way was that she wasn't going to have to worry about ingesting all those tasty chocolate mistakes she'd made in the kitchen of Helen's shop. She was burning off every calorie and then some.
As they neared George and Helen's honeymoon villa, Polly savored the striking view. Villages with buildings boasting bright white facades and colorful rooftops were situated on cliffs, offering breathtaking panoramas over the submerged volcano. The island offered an array of impressive beaches, some with black sand, some with red and some with white. The setting was almost otherworldly in appearance.
Already enjoying a reputation as being in the vicinity of the mythical Atlantis, Polly could see why tourists crowded the picturesque island, especially in the summertime.
"Nikolas, Polly, kalimera!" With open arms, George greeted them using the Greek word meaning good morning as they came up the walk.
"Yorgo!" Nick said, pulling his brother into a hug and giving him a few hearty pats on the back.
"It's a long climb, eh, Polly?" George said, removing the backpack from her shoulders.
Still breathless from the hike, she opened her mouth to speak, but just nodded emphatically instead.
"You're here!" Helen greeted them with a gleeful shout as she ran out of the villa. "And I see you made it up here alive." She laughed as she eyed Polly. "When George brought me up here I swear I thought he was trying to kill me before the honeymoon even started. But isn't it gorgeous?"
Finally managing to take a deep breath, Polly said, "It's a killer, but dazzling." She gave Helen and George a hug and then followed them into the house.
"We set out some refreshments on the terrace," Helen said. "Oh, Polly, wait until you see the view from there. And it's fully secluded. Perfect for our, um, purposes." She smiled and winked. Grabbing Polly by the hand she rushed through the luxurious villa across the granite floors to the wide doors leading to the partially covered terrace. "See? The deep blue Mediterranean, the dormant volcano, jagged cliffs and whitewashed buildings dotting the mountainsides. It's like we're all alone on top of the world and looking down on everything."
"It's exquisite," Polly said, turning to take it all in. "And you've even got your own swimming pool up here. Wow!"
Nick and George strolled onto the terrace a few minutes later and they all sat down at the umbrella-topped mosaic table to partake in a platter of keftedes, the deep fried tomato balls that were an island specialty, and small glasses of raki, young and extremely potent brandy.
They relaxed for the next hour, rehashing the wedding and making small talk about the future. Then Polly asked Helen, "Did you get a chance to look at the script?"
"Mmm-hmm." Helen's lips curled into a devilish smile as she nodded. "I know it almost by heart."
"What script?" George said.
"Come on, Yorgo." Nick patted his brother's shoulder. "Don't tell me you've already forgotten Polly's penchant for fantasy role playing."
"Ah." George broke into a wide grin. "So this is for our foursome, eh?"
"Naturally." Polly gave a coy smile. "Now that Nick and I have had a chance to rest a bit after our trek up here, I think it's time to engage in some mythical sex."
"Personally," Nick said with a twinkle in his eye, "I'd rather have real sex."
"I phrased that wrong." Polly laughed. "Don't worry, it'll be real sex, all right. For our first little fantasy, Helen and I will be whisking you two big Greek studs back to the times of ancient Greek myth." Nick and George exchanged approving glances.
"Oh, it'll be sooo hot," Helen cooed. "Boys, get ready to be pleasured like you've never been before."
"Eh…just one thing before we do this," George said.
"What's that?" Helen asked.
"The six-to-twelve-inch rule. Nick and I just want to make sure you girls understand it."
"Rule?" Helen said to Polly. "Do you know anything about this?"
Polly nodded. "Yup. They don't want us to do anything that would entail bringing their cocks any closer than within twelve-inches of each other. And if either cock encroaches within the six-inches, alarm bells go off and their cocks shrivel to the size of an itsy-bitsy little Greek olive." She held her thumb and forefinger an inch apart and giggled.
"Oh." Helen nodded with an understanding smile. "I see."
"Don't exaggerate. Our dicks never get that small," Nick challenged. He glanced at his brother. "Well, at least mine doesn't."
"Very funny. We're identical, remember, Nikolas? Anyway, girls, it would just be too weird and…and…"
"Icky?" Helen offered.
"Exactly," the brothers chorused.
"Don't worry." Polly waved a dismissive hand. "We won't do anything to compromise your manly or brotherly reputations. I packed the costumes for you and George in your backpack, Nick. Were you able to get an air mattress, Helen?"
"A king-sized one. It arrived yesterday." Helen nodded. "It's in a tote bag in the closet. It has a self-pump so all you have to do is pull the cord to inflate it. And there's an extra comforter on the closet shelf to throw on top."
"Sounds perfect," Polly said and then she addressed the brothers. "In the bag marked myth you'll find your outfits. Put them on then return here with the mattress and set it up. We'd better keep it under the covered area so we're not all baking out there in the sun. As soon as Helen and I have changed we'll be back."
As Nick and George walked into the house, Polly heard George say, "She thinks of everything, doesn't she?" She and Helen giggled at that and then headed off to Helen's room to change.
* * * * *
Once Polly and Helen were attired in white silk mini-togas, complete with gold braid trim crisscrossing their breasts and banding their waists, Polly took Helen's hands and squeezed. "It's show time. Are you ready?"
Helen took a deep breath and smiled. She was half-filled with excitement and half with trepidation. But whenever unease started setting in all she had to do was remind herself about the Sabatini sisters offering themselves up to George and Nick. "Yup, I'm ready," she answered. "And you know, I never would have believed it but you were right about the outfits. They really are flattering on us."
"That's why I adore Jasper so much. He always knows what will look best on a," she cleared her throat for effect, "full, womanly figure. Don't forget your basket," Polly added, looping the handle of hers over her arm before leaving the room.
At their first glimpse of the muscular twins dressed in their short togas, Helen and Polly indulged in dreamy sighs. With their bronzed skin, espresso-brown eyes and shoulder-length black locks, the duo was entirely convincing as a couple of hunky Greek gods. While they drooled, the brothers hungrily eyed their zaftig, scantily clad women.
"You two look delicious," George said.
"And we're starving." Nick winked.
