The following two weeks were not particularly remarkable… unremarkable if it was the norm to move into your bereaved stepmother’s bed, the one she shared with your father, and were having daily sex with her. We had been making steady progress through the two boxes of Durex condoms she had purchased on the day we’d been to Boots to get her emergency contraception after the first time we’d had intercourse. Earlier in the se...

The following day can only be described as feeling very strange. I was woken by the sensation of my stepmother wriggling around in the bed beside me. We were lying in a spooning position with my right arm draped across her my hand gently resting on the inside other thigh. The heel of my right hand was nuzzled in against her soft opening which still had traces of moisture on it. Her fidgeting brought me around and I realis...

I left it several hours. I thought it best not to intrude on her private thoughts and her quiet moments quite so soon after the incident on the stairs had taken place. My own mind was deep in its own whirlpool at this moment in time and I was still trying to work out all the feelings and the emotions that had surged through me before, during and after our sexual entanglement at the foot of the stairs. Clearly as a young a...

It’s 1991. A bright autumn day. I am 19 years old and my world is spinning, about to be turned upside down in both a very visible manner and in a far more secret and private way. I was returning from a hospital visit to see my father. Most of the visit is now a blur in my mind, the explanations of a failing body lost on my non-scientific mind. But I do remember the consultant taking us to one side and telling us that ther...