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.
