In my opinion, sharing a beach cottage with your in-laws often results in a fairly tense situation. Not to say that I don't like my sister in law and her husband, it is just that I am continually looking over my shoulder and hoping I have not broken some familial taboo. Also Angie and I tend to be a bit noisy when when we have sex and knowing that her family are likely to hear is a bit off putting. Maybe I am just a bit sensitive about brothers and sisters. Not having had any of my own, I have no idea how to treat brothers and sister.
Angie and I arrive in the early evening, just in time for a relaxed barbecue and lots of beers. I start to relax and get to grips with spending the next few days in Rod and Erica's company. My relaxation takes a bit of a beating when I realise that the bedrooms share a fairly thin wooden wall and anything above a whisper can be heard through the wall. I mutter darkly to Angie about the lack of privacy, but she laughs and says that we just need to be creative and careful about our timing.
We watch a glorious sunset and sit and talk about saving the universe and it is fairly late when Angie and I retire. Fairly soon after we are in bed Rod and Erica go to bed and silence descends. I am too tired and a bit too drunk to make a pass at Angie, so we exchange a few hot caresses and I fall asleep almost immediately.
Its dark when I wake and I desperately need to piss. All that beer last night built up pressure like you would not believe. I get up quietly so as not to disturb Angie and stagger down the passage to the single toilet in the beach cottage.
A huge stream of urine hits the porcelain and I am left breathing a sigh of relief.
I walk back down the corridor to my bedroom. As I head back to bed, I look into the huge enclosed front porch and see a figure standing looking out at the early morning horizon. It is dark enough to still see the brighter stars but light enough to see the waves breaking on the shore. Framed against the dawn sky is a woman so I turn into the porch and I realise that it is Angie's whose beautiful sexy body becomes clearer and more defined as I get closer. I must have woken her by being a bit noisier than I imagined when I got up just now.
She obviously has not heard me behind her and doesn't turn to greet me. I stop just behind her and slide my hands around her waist, she is still warm and cuddly from the bed she has just just deserted. I cannot resist, I pull her closer, run my lips across the side of her neck and whisper, "Morning Beautiful!"
