This would probably be our last family holiday, after this year, my sister Heather and I would go our own way. Dad had booked us into a small family h...tel on the south coast, for a week of sun and sand. Because money was tight, Heather and I were sharing a room again like we had before Dad had converted the attic space into an extra bedroom. I got an extensive lecture from Mum about respecting Heather privacy. The first few days were nice and hot, as was my sister. I haven't seen her undressed. His eyes go wide and tears well in his eyes. Before him hanging the last of the clothes is his daughter and her mother Sam. He wants to yell out their names but he is choked up and can’t. It isn’t until they turn toward him that it is he finds he is able to move. ‘Spence?’ Sam says. ‘What took you so long?’ Spencer races across the windswept grass sweeping Sam up into his arms, kissing her. ‘How?’ he asks. She laughs. ‘This is a special place.’ ‘Heaven?’ he asks as everything finally begins to. ”“I understand baby,” his mother said, patting his hand. “It’s good that you see her as more than just a fuck and l’m sure she appreciates it. You must do what you think best, l know Jack is a kinky devil and perhaps it would be a bit much for her this early on, have you talked about it with her?”“Oh yes,” David laughed, “she’s all for it, she says she just wants to do anything l want, it’s me that isn’t sure about it.”“That’s because you care for her baby,” Mary said, beginning to clear away. The couple were related, sort of, because Marcie and Richard's mother, Rosemary, had the same mother but different fathers and they had met for the first time since Richard was aged five only two days previously. That meeting had been at a large party at Richard's parent's house and they had consummated an instant sexual attraction in Richard's bedroom whilst the party was going on.Richard had then spent almost the entire night in Marcie's hotel room on the night after the party—Marcie had.