My Time on the Beach

This is based on a true story. But to make it internet worthy, I had to embellish parts. Also cut out the long boring scenes. There is back story, and if this one is rated high enough I will publish that too, but here is all the info you need to know:
My name is Ryan, I am 15 years old. I live in Portland Oregon. Not a too exiting state, so for a family vacation we took a trip out to the East Coast to visit family and get out of the rain. During my sophomore summer is when this takes place. We went out to the Outer Banks (abbreviated OBX) North Carolina. A long chain of islands off the coast. We rented an ocean side house to stay in with our family on my mum’s side. (I do have a British accent on the word mum. Don’t ask.) We arrived and went down to the beach. Now being from Oregon I was determined to not be Off White when I ended this fabulous week. So I tanned all week. By day 2 I was already nice and brownish. Unlike my cousins, I didn’t get sunburned on the first day, or at all for that matter.
Now, being the beach, everyone is in a bikini or shorts, and those few dudes are in Speedos, but not me. Blue Ocean Pacific shorts. Next to us on the beach was another family. This is where the story comes together. To cut out most of the boring parts about me getting up the courage to talk to these extremely hot girls, make a long story short, I eventually met them.
I pick up this event on about day 3. My older cousin-in-law, he’s 25, his name is Josh. Like I said, everyone else was sunburned. So it was only Josh and I on the beach. Josh is shorter than me at 5 foot 8. I stand six foot at least; I haven’t measured in a while. Josh is muscular. End of story. I on the other hand, have a six pack, but you can also see my ribs. You could describe me as lanky, but under the weak appearance is a lot of muscle. I am top of my team at the 100 and 200 sprints. ‘Under the hood,’ to use that metaphor, I got a sleek 7 inches, not thick, but it certainly gets the job done.
Back to my time on the beach. The people I had met, their last name was Wolinski. Their Dad’s name is Paul, Mum’s name is Arleen. They have three girls and a boy. In age order: Juliette, 17, Amy and Beth, twins, 14, and Bradley, 12. The past day I had noticed that the girls had been checking me out. I would return the favor when they weren’t looking. The twins had D cups with firm asses. They were slender. Beth had her natural brown hair, blue eyes and a slender face. Amy had blond hair also with blue eyes. She and her sister looked completely different, but if their hair was the same, you couldn’t tell them apart. Jewls had rounder in all areas, not fat, but she had a bit of a gut whereas her sisters didn’t. Jewls had a larger ass, and larger tits. But she didn’t out shine her sisters. The whole family was 100% Polish. I being 25% Polish, we think.
On the third day, which was a Monday, I had gotten more comfortable talking to them. In fact, it was their Dad who first spoke to me, as if God wanted me to meet them. As I look back on it now, it seems like Paul was the driving force behind our relationship really. It rained for the first few hours of Monday morning. I had just met Beth the night before. I was really bummed that I wouldn’t get to see my hottie. I was attracted to all three of the girls, but Beth had something special about her.