Screwing his dad, and making him mine — Part One
Eighteen-year-old Maria’s holiday with her boyfriend and his parents leads to unexpected fun in the sun.
I’d gone on holiday with my boyfriend Steven, and his parents, Ben and Nicola. Steven and I were just eighteen at the time.
It was a weird idea to start with. We all knew Ben and Nicola were on the verge of divorce, and Steven and I had been having a rocky patch in the six months since we had booked the holiday. His parents were trying desperately to offer some sense of normality, but they rarely spoke, and I would have split up with Steven a while back had my parents not shelled out a fortune to pay for me to go with them. It’s not that we argued; we just weren’t right for one another.
In any case, we made the best of it, arriving at our all-inclusive resort in Portugal, being a little overtaken by the beauty of the place, and revelling in the sun.
On the first evening, as Steven and I sat on sofas outside the bar while his parents watched the entertainment, he acknowledged that this was our goodbye and that he knew it was over. We hugged and agreed to be friends. I don’t know if either of us meant it. It didn’t matter in the end, but I’ll get to that later.
