Joanne

WARNING! This story is that of a Romance between Brother and Sister. There is very little sex mentioned. That which is would not be considered as ‘erotic’. Should this type of tale not be to your taste then I hope you shall consider reading some of my other efforts. Many thanks Wirdsmiff

“Joanne!” I called out loudly.

I had spotted her instantly, the very image of her Mother. Tall, elegant, composed. Her Mother had worn her hair in a high ponytail with a small ruck-sac on her back which enhanced her beautiful breasts. The tight T did nothing to detract from the perfect image. The short skirt was not too short so as to look slutty but short enough to make a very good job of showing off her long, toned legs. Long white socks and sensible travelling shoes rounded off her outfit perfectly.

There were two major differences between Mother and Daughter; the Daughter now wore a computer bag on her back and the other? I had kissed, hugged and waved as my 18 year old Sister walked off into the Departures Lounge to catch a flight to Berlin, to study and, subsequently, build a new life. 25 years later her 18 year old Daughter was arriving, from Berlin. She’s to study at the University a few miles from my home.

“Uncle Jonathon!” came the happy cry as my Niece located the sound of my voice, recognised me instantly and headed my way followed by, “Excuse me. May I get past please? Oops sorry,” as she pushed her laden baggage trolley across the natural flow of the arriving passengers.

“Uncle Jonathon!”

She threw her arms around my neck and pulled me in tight for a big hug and an enormous, sensuous, long kiss. I held her as tightly. Eventually we eased apart and I’m certain sure those nearby had the very strong impression that the ‘Uncle’ bit was simply for public consumption.

“That’s from Mum,” she grinned delightedly, “Make sure you give Uncle Jonathon a big, proper kiss and the best ever hug and say ‘I love you’ from me. So, Uncle Jonathon ‘I love you’ and… so does my Mum!” she giggled delightedly.

“And I love you Joanne… and your Mum. Tell her ‘Thank You’ from me when you call her to say you’ve arrived safe and sound.”

“I already did,” she chuckled.

“You’ve already told her that I said, ‘tell her, thank you’?

“No silly! I’ve already told her ‘Thank You’ for telling me to ‘Make sure you give Uncle Jonathon a big, proper kiss and the best ever hug and say ‘I love you’. I’ve told her I’m here and I’ll tell her you said to thank her once we’re at yours.”

“Little Minx!” I laughed.

“And don’t you just love it?” she whispered in my ear as she gave me a soft kiss on my cheek, “I love you Uncle Jonathon.” she added quietly but firmly as we parted for the second time…

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I’m 10 years older than my Sister. When I drove her to the Airport I was already married to Kate and had a 9, nearly 10 year old son, Joseph. Kate was already pregnant when we married. My parents were delighted to have a Grandson but less delighted about the circumstances. It had been a quick and simple service as required by the circumstances.

Sandra doted on her little Nephew but could not get on with her new Sister-in-law one little bit. She visited only when I was home, as did my Parents. I worked away a great deal of the time. When Kate decided she wanted to return to work and that Joseph would attend a full time nursery school my Parents instantly stepped in with an offer to look after him. I accepted without hesitation. Kate was happy in the certain knowledge that he would be very well cared for. She was possibly uncomfortable with the fact that her Son would most certainly be instilled with the family ethics of ‘hard work’, family, ‘doing one’s best’ and keeping ‘one’s word’. Kate always seemed able to do the minimum required in each of those traits, unless it was for her own benefit.

As they say, fuck in haste, regret at leisure.

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My Parents were happy, my Sister was happy, my Son was very happy and my wife seemed much more cheerful. With everybody at home happy I continued to work hard and build my reputation as a ‘safe pair of hands’ in the industry. As my Sister grew older we became closer and closer until it was closer than siblings should really be. I started to spend more ‘at home’ time with my Parents, Son and Sister than I did with my wife. Whilst my wife made no comments one way or another and nothing actually happened between my Sister and I the internal pressures for both Sandra and I were enormous.

By the time she was eighteen Sandra was stunningly attractive in every sense of the word. Beautiful, intelligent, entertaining and caring. What more could a guy ask? Simple — please don’t be my Sister!

Sandra had inherited our Mother’s gift for languages. Somehow she managed to pick them up easily and was acceptably fluent in a few short months. I had inherited my Father’s business acumen and drive.

My Sister and I decided that there was little chance of a future for ‘us’. I was married, she wasn’t and our Parents would never consent to an incestuous relationship even if I were single. We decided that it was best for everybody concerned that we were not together… as far apart as possible.

She found a perfect post for herself in Berlin. Even I had to agree that the job might have been created especially for her. She applied and got the job. She would move to Berlin and, ultimately, built a new life for herself. I would fill my mind with work hoping to leave little space for thoughts of the love of my life.

It was very carefully planned. Joseph was going on a school trip to Paris. My wife was going to Benidorm with a few friends, each to his/her own. I was off to Malta on a short contract. I’d asked my wife if she’d like to accompany me for a couple of weeks. She preferred Benidorm. The idea was that Joseph didn’t end up sobbing his heart out as he watched as his Aunt walked out of his life, even if he didn’t realise it.

Everything went like clockwork. We told Joseph that Sandra had got an exciting new job in another country. He was ten and knew about exciting jobs in other countries, he’d grown up with me away most of his life and his Grandparents looking after him most of the time. In the early days Grandma was often on her own while Grandpa was also away. Joseph was already taking an interest in following in mine and his Grandfather’s footsteps.

Aunty Sandy and he said their goodbyes before he left for Paris.

My wife left in a taxi to meet her friends, at the Airport, the day after our Son left. I flew to Norway for three days to present my data to my clients. I returned on the Friday afternoon and got in the way while my Sister packed. Early the next morning I drove the love of my life to the airport for her early morning flight. We kissed and cuddled until the very last minute. I watched as she walk out of my life forever.

I sobbed hard enough for both Joseph and myself all the way home. I showered, composed myself, rang my parents to be told Sandra was airborne and made a second call for a taxi. The taxi dropped me at the same Airport and the same terminal where I had said goodbye to my beloved Sister earlier that same day. I didn’t rush to enter the building, it held bad memories. I checked my baggage and headed for South Terminal to kill some time before I had to go to the Departure Lounge. It was crazy, she would have landed in Berlin before I even left home for the second time that day.

She rang Mother now and then sending her love to me. I sent mine back, via my Mother and the next call. We didn’t communicate personally. No plans were ever made to meet nor visit.

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From an early age Joseph had been excited about the work my Father and I did, as I had been at his age. We’d both spend hours explaining what we did and how tedious it really was but, as it was with me, he wasn’t swayed. We started to show him what we did and how to do it. It didn’t faze him and he grasped the concept quickly.

He was 16 and on a long planned, extended trip to Scandinavia when his Grandfather died. It was known it was going to happen, soon. Dad said that Joseph should still go on the trip and fill his head with good memories rather than sad ones. They said their goodbyes and Joseph left. Dad died two days later.

I had also said my goodbyes as a big contract was offered in deep and darkest China it was going to run at least 6 months. ‘My memory will last forever, Son. Our business will continue to grow, if you don’t take your eye off the ball. I accepted the contract with a heavy heart. If I’d not then I know my Dad wouldn’t have been a happy man when he passed.

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She came home for our Father’s funeral. My wife didn’t attend, there was no love lost between my wife and my parents. Mum and my Sister said the final goodbyes for Joseph and I. She would stay a few days to make sure Mum was alright before returning to Berlin. Mum rang me at my hotel to tell me ‘it was done’.

“Your Sister is here, would you like to say hello?”

Our Mother thought that we had had a massive falling out and that the exchange of ‘Sends Love’ messages were just us acknowledging our family bond. I heard the phone change hands.

“Hello Darling, Love you!”

“I know you do my Sweet. Love you too. Pity you are so far away.”

“It is… a great pity. Maybe next time?”

“Let’s hope so. I’m going to pass you back to Mother before I tear up. Love you Brother of mine.”

Before I could answer Mother was back on the line.

“You two alright again now?” she asked gleefully.

“We’ve always been alright Mum it’s just the reality of life and living got in the way. Gotta go Mum, it’s 2 in the morning local time here and I’ve an important meeting at 8 o’clock. Love you Mum, Love you Sister of mine,” I said hoping she could hear.

I didn’t get a wink of sleep and spent the night trying to go through the papers for the morning.

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The following year Mum died, same as Dad, Cancer, Mum’s passing aided and abetted by a broken heart. Same Hospice. I was working from home, between contracts and using the lull to take a break and keep a close check on Mother.

Joseph, now 17, was in Namibia. A Charity thing supported by the local Scouts. The organisation asked if he wanted to defer his trip. He’d said no, he wanted to remember his Grandmother alive rather than dead, it had made it much easier for him when his Grandfather had passed. He said his goodbyes before he left.

My wife took little interest in what was going on in her husbands family. She’d booked a holiday with her friends as soon as it was confirmed that Joseph was going to be away. To be honest I’d never had any interest in her family, ever, so I couldn’t complain.

As the final stages approached I moved temporarily into Mother’s house. It was a short walk to the Hospice. I tidied it up a bit and organised my Sister’s old bedroom, just in case she knew and was able to come at short notice. I was in my old bedroom.

It was pure luck that I was at the house when Sandra made one of her infrequent phone calls. I told her what was happening. That she would come, was a certainty. This was the ‘next time’. I had no idea what might happen. I picked her up at the Airport the following afternoon, we kissed and hugged briefly then raced to the Hospice. Mum was delighted to see us both together again.

We visited together for the first couple of days so that Mum could see us together. It cheered her up. After that we took turns making sure we both spent time together with her before one of us departed. She was never left alone and the other could be there in minutes if necessary.

She passed early evening while we were both present, change over time. Afterwards we returned to our Parent’s house and talked and talked and talked. Neither of us wanted to go to bed, alone and didn’t want to waste time by being apart. I had travelled the world adding to the reputation of the family business. She loved her work and was moving rapidly up the promotion ladder. Neither of us even suggested that with both parents passed we might be able to settle down together. I was married. Nothing had changed.

The following night she said that, after 7 years she had found a man. She didn’t love him as she loved me but he made her tingle nearly as much and felt that he might be the next best thing. I didn’t probe. I told her I was happy for her and if things didn’t work out she would be welcomed home with open arms. Still neither of us wanted to go to bed, and be alone. I was married and she had a man of her own. We told ourselves that we couldn’t go to bed together. That desire was why we had parted. The nights were long and difficult as we talked and snuggled and dozed.

We came to an essential and deeply traumatic arrangement whereby one of us would sleep while the other didn’t, while we organised the funeral together. Not sleeping was exhausting the both of us.

It was done! The following morning I would drive my Sister to the Airport and she would walk out of my life, again!

I couldn’t sleep try as I might. I wasn’t even close when, about 2 o’clock, my bedroom door swung slowly open.

“Jonathon, you awake?”

“Yes, can’t you sleep either?”

“No, not even close. Jonathon will you… will you make love to me, please?”

We didn’t fuck. There was no eating of cunt or sucking of cock. We made love like a Brother and Sister shouldn’t until it was time to get up. We showered together and giggled like naughty school children. I drove her to the Airport and we kissed and cuddled and promised to love each other forever, until the last possible minute. She had to run but made time to turn and wave.

“I love you Jonathon! Remember me!”

I shouted my reply but I doubt she heard. She was gone.

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The years seemed to pass slowly. Joseph was 22 and working with some friends of mine and his Grandad’s in Oslo, putting to use that which we’d taught him. I was in Turin on a contract that would last about 3 months.

My Wedding Anniversary was upcoming. I didn’t bother with Valentines but tried to make an effort for Anniversaries. A Friday, unfortunately it coincided with a major Football match. I didn’t do Football. I also hated crowds of unruly drunks. I decided to go home, surprise my wife and take her out to dinner.

It was I that had the surprise! I arrived home late evening Friday, the house was in darkness Letting myself in, I was about to turn the hall light on when I heard music and voices. She was in the conservatory with friends, I thought. I then realised there were no extra cars in the driveway. Slipping off my shoes I mounted the stairs in the darkness, made my way to the back of the house and peered down into the conservatory below.

My wife was on her knees on the conservatory floor, one cock in her throat and another in her cunt. All participants were naked. It was reminiscent of the time she conceived my Son. Two differences, it was her parents lounge and only one cock, mine. I’d spent the afternoon and most of the evening filling both holes.

The very sturdy coffee table she had insisted we needed, it is just perfect Darling!, was fitted with a padded top. One of her friends, a frequent visitor to the house, was laying on her back with her legs held high by the naked male fucking her cunt while another naked male was tickling her tonsils with his cock. A third woman, also known to me was sitting on a cock while another fucked her face.

I wasn’t in the least upset nor angry, freedom beckoned. Pulling my ‘phone from my pocket I eased the window open wider, who looks up through a conservatory roof at night? I filmed half a dozen 30 second videos of the activity below before zooming in and taking close-up shots of the individual actions. Carefully closing the window to its previous position I went to the second bedroom and repeated the process, from a different angle. I had to stand on the toilet pan to take my shots from the master bed en-suite but they were probably the best, they showed the entire length of the conservatory and another naked woman, also known to me, sucking and stroking two cocks simultaneously.

Using the mini Mag-Lite on my keyring I made a quick sweep of the master bedroom. Three tidy piles of everyday wear for females, including undies. I took a couple of quick photos and went to check the other bedrooms for the men’s clothes. I found none. I returned downstairs.

In the dining room I discovered eight of the ten dining chairs had male clothing neatly placed on the seat squab and jackets hanging on the chair back. I could see the action quite clearly through the open patio doors but nobody was interested in looking into the darkness with all that naked flesh to be enjoyed. Removing the wallet from the first jacket I took it into the hallway and photographed everything that could help identify the owner. Returning the wallet I repeated the process for the other seven. After taking further photos and videos through all the ground floor windows I slipped my shoes back on, picked up my overnight case and left.

At my parents house, still used as the company registered office and my base when working from home, I reviewed my evidences. It was all useable and clearly date and time stamped. I sent it all to my cloud, copied it to the office computer and then to a memory stick. I left it all on my ‘phone. I slept very well that night.

At around the same time on the Saturday evening I returned to my house armed with camera, selfie stick and mini tripod in my overnight case. Again the house was in darkness. Again there was an orgy taking place in the conservatory and again I recorded the activity for at least an hour. There was the same number of men but all different to the previous evening. Two of the women were different but were known to me. I made sure I had face shots and all the identity details of the men.

On the Sunday evening it was the same but with more participants. All five women were present, helping my wife entertain two men at a time. I repeated the processes of the previous nights and left them to it. On our 23rd Wedding Anniversary weekend my naked wife had entertained 26 naked men, expertly!

…

Both lawyers, hers and mine advised her to ‘walk away’ and consider herself lucky. She decided to fight, it was her right!

Her lawyer suggested, with little conviction, that the Mother had nurtured and raised my Son. Mine produced the diarised journals that my Mother had kept of each and every visit, in detail. Nappy changes and food taken, the lot including school visits to set up his formal education and consult with his teachers. The next pitch was that she had helped pay for the general upkeep of the house and maintenance. A ludicrous claim and my brief produced the full set of Bank Statements for the joint account which clearly showed that she had never paid into the account since it’s inception. It did show that she had made frequent, large, cash withdrawals.

My brief then made a counter claim for a large percentage of her business. Arguing that I alone had financed both the setting up, supplied the premises and financed all the activities. Cross referenced to the dates in the Diaries with payments into one of my Wife’s personal accounts. They were not insignificant. There were no payments out of her accounts. I was therefore supplying private child care, via my parents, so that she could go about her business, providing the premises, albeit unwittingly, furniture and all the food, drink and sundries for her orgy’s and other nefarious activities. There was even a payment into her own account, for a significant sum of money, for the orgy that led to the action.

Further cross referencing proved that on each expenditure for ‘party food’ I was out of the country and Joseph was either on holiday, school trip, cub or scout trip, away with Grandparents or simply spending the weekend with his Grandparents.

Careful scrutiny of documentation is what my company does for a living.

The clinchers were the photographic evidences and the payment made into one of her personal accounts on the Monday morning after they were taken.

The legal experts were totally correct, she should have just walked away. She lost her shirt, as they say. She had to pay me half of the business income accrued from the sexual services she provided, using my finances. Additionally she re-paid the full cost of having the conservatory installed and the furnishings costs. To make everything perfect, HMRC pursued her for unpaid taxes.

I didn’t gloat but I did feel good. Waiting for the Decree Absolute wasn’t a problem. I was FREE! Unfortunately my beloved Sister wasn’t.

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Joseph made my home his home and I returned to my Parent’s home. It was the same cycle that I had had with my Parents. By returning home, to the Registered Office, my darling Sister would always know where to find me, if she wanted or needed.

Joseph worked hard and diligently and was soon being asked onto contracts as an assistant. I should explain at this point that ‘contracts’ required a number of specialist skill sets. We provided only one part of the overall requirement. Fortunately it was the ‘overseeing’ role. We’d taught Joseph that having an understanding of the other roles not only helped us do our part but could help those carrying out the other functions. Joseph took this to heart and built an excellent working knowledge of the other team members tasks.

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Fast forward a few years. Joseph is 27 coming up 28. He’s still in the learning stage but has earned a good reputation in the industry and is working hard in his own right, for the family business. I’m taking a very small step backwards.

Joseph is working in the Czech Republic. He meets a girl. She’s ‘on the other side’. Joseph asks the questions, it is for the ‘other side’ to supply the required answers. It would be very unprofessional to form a ‘private’ liaison with a member of ‘the other side’. Joseph didn’t. He called me. I give him advice which he took.

Once the contract was complete he rang the Client’s main point of contact, and explained the situation. They congratulated him on his excellent taste. She was known to them as a ‘safe pair of hands’ and they would be more than happy for her to ‘switch’ sides if the pair of them ‘hit it off’.

Well they fell in love. He proposed and she accepted. She took him home to meet her parents, who were divorced. They visited her Mother first. Joseph and she got on well. They went to see her Father.

At this point I have to recount what my Son told me, on the phone, an hour or so later;

Bette spoke to her Dad in German. She was obviously introducing me. Her Dad smiled and held out his hand.

“Kurt, Welcome.”

I took his hand and shook it warmly.

“Joseph, thank you.”

He stepped in for a hug. A woman came out from the kitchen wiping the flour from her hands onto her apron…

“And this is Sandra,” said Bette in English, “my step-mum. You’ll like her, she’s English and she’s lovely. Sandra this is…”

“Joseph?”

“Aunty Sandy?”

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“It was just pandemonium Dad,” he laughed as he finished his account of the moment.

“Aunty Sandy wants a word. I’ll pass you over,” he added.

“This is awkward,” were the first words she said, “how do I handle it?”

“Can you talk?”

“Yes, I’m now in the garden at the picnic table. The family are in the house, giving us some privacy. What do I say?”

“Joseph’s a grown man. Tell him the truth, he’ll have to deal with any issues he has himself. Maybe better to explain to him privately. Tell him he can talk to me if he needs to. Love you Darling.”

“Yes, me too. Always and forever, remember? I’d better go. We’ll have years to catch up.”

“Before you go… can I have another word with Joseph?”

…

“Dad?”

“Joseph? Thanks Son, you’ve made my Day, Month, Year! Now… Aunty Sandy will want to talk to you, private. Don’t push her, wait for her to open up, OK?”

“Of course Dad. I’m a good listener. It’s my job, remember?” he laughed.

“Good, hear her out completely. If you feel you need my side, ask, OK? Give my love to Aunty Sandy, my congratulations to you and Bette and my best wishes to your/our new family. Tell them I hope to see them all at the wedding. Oh, one more thing… don’t tell Sandy about me and your Mother, that’s my job I’m afraid. Love you Son and thanks again. See you soon.”

“Thanks Dad, should be home next weekend.”

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Two hours later my mobile rang.

“Jonathon?”

“Darling?”

“Joseph gave me your number, store it please I don’t want to loose you again. I’ve told Joseph everything. He understood. He laughed and admitted that he’d had a crush on his Aunty Sandy. We’re good, he and I. There’s something else I wasn’t able to tell you earlier…”

“Go on.”

“I have a Daughter, Joanne.”

“Is she as pretty as her Mum was at her age?”

“I’ve no idea. How would I know?” she giggled.

“I’ll be able to show you. I have all Mum’s photos,” I chuckled, “there was something I was unable to tell you as well…”

“My turn to say… go on!” she teased.

“I’m divorced.”

I went on to share the details and outcome.

“A brothel?” she laughed delightedly, “never did like that woman, taking my man… you’ve remarried?”

“No way! Got a house keeper though, Mrs. Bridges, down the road.”

“Mrs. Bridges?” she asked delightedly, “she must be over… well I don’t have to worry about you getting up to mischief with her. Better go, I’m supposed to be jogging, keeping fit for… Stay in touch, text messages now and then?”

I didn’t leap into the air and click my heels, at 45 I was too old for all that malarkey. I did reflect on the irony though. We ‘parted’ because I was married and she was free. Now I’m free and she’s married. On the plus side I was back in touch with my beloved Sister. She was to be family again and there was no earthly reason why we shouldn’t see each other now and then. Thank you Son!

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I met my niece, for the first time, at the wedding. It was rushed but not for the same reason as mine. Joseph had a 6 month contract starting 2 weeks after his wedding. To have delayed would have meant months of waiting. Bette understood the situation, she was in the same business.

It took place at a Wedding Venue that accommodated quests that needed to stay over night for whatever reason. The set up was usual, you know Bride’s side one side the Groom’s the other. My Sister sat next to me, the Groom’s Aunt. We sat close and surreptitiously held hands. The Bride’s Father sat with her Mother, openly holding hands. His Parents and her Parents were also there as were his other Daughters and a Son. The Mother’s of his children sat on that side. The Bride’s Sister and the Groom’s Cousin were Bridesmaids. It was all perfectly correct but just looked odd.

A buffet Wedding Breakfast followed the ceremony with the main meal and dancing later in the evening. I sat with my Sister throughout the buffet, she had no official duties other than that of being the Groom’s Aunt.

“Hello Uncle Jonathon, Mum,” said the pretty little Bridesmaid as she plonked herself down on the bench beside me, “may I join you?”

We got to know each other, with my Sister prompting both of us to tell of certain things that had happened in our past, while enjoying the buffet. We talked continuously, all the time I was holding my Sister’s hand and my Niece’s.

“Well, we’d better introduce you to the rabble,” laughed Sandra nervously, “c’mon young lady, you can help!”

I met them all, the previous partners and their respective children, Grandparents and countless Aunts and Uncles. Each time I released one of the precious hands I held to press the flesh as required.

“Are you going home tomorrow?” Joanne asked right out of the blue.

“No, I’ve taken a few days off to look around Berlin then I fly home, unload my wedding clothes, load up my work stuff and off to Turkey the following morning for a couple of months. Busy, busy, busy.” I laughed.

“Would you like me to be your guide around the City?”

“I’d love it. Would that be acceptable, Sis?”

Sandra agreed instantly.

Arrangements were made, Mother and Daughter discussed which places we should visit and I sat and basked in the pleasure of having my own family close by, Son, Sister and Niece.

I sat with my beloved Sister and my ‘new’ Niece for the evening meal. I danced with both and my new Daughter-in-law. It was fun and nicely dark on the dance floor.

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The following morning Joanne arrived in the foyer of the venue as I was saying goodbye to my Son and Daughter-in-law. Joanne gave me a big wet kiss smack on the lips.

“Good Morning, Uncle Jonathon!” she chirped delightedly.

She then gave her Step-Sister a similar kiss followed by the same treatment for her new Brother-in-Law.

The Venue provided a service between the Venue and the Airports that served Berlin. There was just me headed for the airport so Joanne convinced the chauffeur that it would be just as easy to take us direct to the hotel. I gave him a decent tip for his help.

Joanne was a walker and a font of interesting knowledge. She walked and talked and I listened attentively. The first place she took me was ‘The East Side Gallery’ the longest extant section of the Berlin Wall, 1.3km of open air Art gallery, the longest in the world’ she informed me. She had a great deal of understanding of the wall despite her young age. Her family had grown up on the ‘other’ side and had told her and her slightly older Brother how lucky they were not to have had to endure the life that their older siblings, Parents and Grandparents had.

We had a light lunch at Pirates alongside the river before walking all the way back to Alexanderplatz. I needed the ice cream and a sit down by the ornate fountain by the time we got there. Next on the list was the statue of Marx and Engles before taking a welcome bus ride to the Brandenburg Gate and the nearby Reichstag building where another rest was called for.

Throughout the entire day Joanne had held my hand, ‘So you don’t get lost, Uncle Jonathon!’ I didn’t object one little bit.

That first day we returned to the hotel. From there she walked me to the S-Bahn station telling me to remember the route back. We took the train to Wannsee and she gave me both a map and very precise instructions as to how to get back to Alexanderplatz. ‘Just get on the right train and stay on it until you see the Alexanderplatz on the platform board!’ she laughed.

We held hands as we walked towards her Mother waiting at the platform entrance. We, her Mother and I, had a kiss and a hug as soon as we were close enough.

“Bend down please Uncle Jonathon,” asked Joanne once her Mother and I had parted.

I bent, she threw her arms around me and smothered my face with kisses.

“Thank you for a wonderful day, Uncle Jonathon. I’ll be at your hotel at 10 o’clock tomorrow.”

“I think your little Niece will be wanting to see a lot more of you in the future,” her Mother laughed delightedly, “same time, same place tomorrow, Brother-of-mine.”

We stole another kiss, chastely on the lips.

I had no problem finding my way back to the hotel. I was well used to finding my way around in foreign Cities. I didn’t mention that to Joanne though neither did her Mother.

At ten the following morning Joanne threw her arms around my neck and smothered my face with happy kisses. On that occasion I returned them happily much to Joanne’s delight.

For the next four days my day started and ended in the same way. Each day we explored her city and each evening I kissed and hugged my beloved Sister, with my Niece watching delightedly.

I didn’t want to leave. I wanted to stay close, forever but duty called. On my last morning both my Sister and my Niece came to the hotel and guided me along the perfectly simple rail system to the Airport.

“Don’t want Uncle Jonathon getting lost, do we Mum?” giggled Joanne.

I checked my bags and we spent the waiting time in the Viewing Gallery, talking, cuddling and holding hands. The kisses ‘Goodbye’ took a while.

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Life was very far from ‘back to normal’ but I had a spring in my step once more. I continued to work and returned home after contracts. I was in contact with my Sister and Niece at least weekly, sometimes daily. We swapped presents and cards on birthdays and Christmas. I tried to visit at least twice a year. We explored the City and it’s environs together. I always stayed in a city hotel, simply so we could all enjoy ‘our’ time. Kurt never objected and I did check each time.

I was able to visit just after Joanne celebrated her 16th Birthday. We planned to celebrate it again, just the three of us. The second day it absolutely poured with rain. We sat in the hotel lounge and caught up on our lives until it eased up. Joanne excused herself to go spend a penny.

“You know she’s in love with you?”

“Sorry, I didn’t. Just tried to be a good Uncle. You’ve been with us every time since the wedding.”

“You didn’t have to do anything, silly. It’s just you, who you are. You’ve always made me tingle with excitement, you know that. Now you’re making my Daughter tingle the same way. She told me, straight out, one evening while we were walking around the park together.

‘Mum, I think I’m in love with Uncle Jonathon,’ calm and as honest as you like.

“What did you say?”

“I said, ‘I know you are darling, I’m in love with my Brother as well’ to which she replied ‘no, I mean LOVE Uncle Jonathon, proper love not Sisterly love’. So I said it again she looked at me in shock. ‘You’re in LOVE with your Brother? Proper LOVE?’ Yes dear, proper love. Are you NOT in proper LOVE with your Uncle? She swallowed. ‘What are we going to do?’ ‘We’re going to keep it very, very secret. Just you and me and see what happens in the years ahead.’ So we made a pact, just like you and I did all those years ago” she laughed, “bye the way she knows nearly everything about our relationship and why I left home to come to Germany, she added naughtily.

“What should I do?”

“Nothing. When she returns in a minute I’ll tell her I have told you and we’ll see what happens. Just one thing… OK two. If she comes to you don’t hurt her. Don’t turn her down, promise?”

“I won’t, if that’s what you want but what about us?” I pleaded.

“I’ll always be yours, forever remember. We made a pact. At the time you were tied and I was free. Now I’m tied and you’re the one that’s free. Blame our upbringing,” she laughed, “when the time that we are both free comes, you could have the two of us to contend with,” she giggled delightedly, “here she comes now. Brace yourself.”

“Have you two been talking about me?”

“Yes darling. I’ve just told your Uncle Jonathon that you love him. I’ve also told him that you know that I love him in the same way. It’s now a three way pact. Nobody else, OK?”

“Perfectly OK Mum. What did Uncle Jonathon say?”

“Ask him yourself, he’s sitting right in front of you. He hasn’t made a bolt for the door. Is it still raining?”

“If he’d made a bolt for the door I’d have slid it across to stop him escaping,” my beautiful Niece laughed, “and it’s easing up a bit.”

She moved closer and sat on my lap. It felt good I have to admit.

“So Uncle Jonathon, am I in with a chance or are you holding out, hoping for Mum to be free sometime?”

“I’ve been waiting over thirty years for your Mum and I to both be free. That is not going to change, ever BUT your Mum has very carefully explained the situation. You do realise there is a very strong possibility that you shall have to share, sooner or later? AND that your Mother will have the greater share, no matter what?”

“Yes, I have thought about that, carefully. We’ve discussed it in some detail, Mum and I. I shall wait until I’m eighteen. If Mum is free before that then I shall continue to wait until I am eighteen and accept the smaller share then. If I am eighteen before Mum is free then I shall look after the greater share for her until she is free. I shall then step back and hand the greater share back to my Mother. Is that OK?”

“Wow! You have thought about it!”

“We have,” smirked my Sister, “I know what you are like, always do the right thing. As to whether this is actually a ‘right thing’ is nobody’s concern but ours. To us it’s right. If it’s right with you then we have our Pact. Our Berlin Pact.”

“We have our Berlin Pact,” I agreed delightedly.

I kissed my Niece deeply. With her on my lap my beloved Sister perched on the arm of my chair. I kissed her as deeply, we used our tongues!”

“You two should get a room,” laughed my Niece cheekily.

We broke our kiss eventually.

“We can’t,” chuckled her Mother, “there’s another Pact already in force, unfortunately.”

The rain stopped. We went exploring. We were sitting at lunch.

“I’m thinking of moving.” I announced.

“Not to Berlin I hope!” exclaimed my two beautiful companions in unison.

“No, Brighton Marina. Move the registered office and register it there. Rent out the old house rather than sell. Would that be alright with you?” I asked my Sister.

“Perfect, Joanne would love it but the new place had better be big enough to house the three of us comfortably and Joanne will want to be a Mother someday.”

That last part both delighted and shocked me at once. I’d thought of it but certainly hadn’t expected the prospect to be raised either so quickly or so clearly, by her Mother and certainly NOT with my Niece sitting at a table with us.

“That’s one of the reasons I wasn’t even thinking about selling the Parental pile. The other, in case you have forgotten, it is half yours. I can’t do anything without your consent, except maintain and improve it for you,” I grinned happily.

=== === ===

I was in a very good place. Joseph and Bette were stable despite only seeing each other now and then. ‘It’s just like having a honeymoon every time we meet Dad!’ I was told by each of them. Bette called me Dad as often as Joseph did which was nice. I had my adorable Sister back and could see her whenever I asked without question and I had a beautiful Niece. I won’t go into the ‘other’ bits but you’ll know what I mean.

Joanne would attend Sussex University and stay with me whilst studying. My sister would visit, and stay whenever she wished. Kurt was also welcome should he wish to come. He could visit at any time given that another of his Daughter’s lived only a mile or two away, when she was home.

…

I’d collected Joanne from the Airport, loaded my car with her luggage and we were driving down the ramp and onto the Motorway, headed for Brighton.

“You look the spitting image of your Mother when she was 18 and headed the other way,” I observed.

“I should hope so!” declared my beautiful Niece, “I’m wearing her clothes. The ones she wore when you parted, even her panties.”

I laughed! She was joking?

“Even her panties?”

“Even her panties, wanna see?” Joanne laughed delightedly.

She didn’t wait for an answer. Pulling up the hem of her short skirt she raised her bum off the seat as far as the seat belt would allow and raised the hem as far as she could.

“In your own time,” she teased.

We cleared the upcoming junction then I glanced down. Beautiful! Her Mother’s legs, no doubt about it. At the apex a totally smooth Mons.

“You’re not wearing panties,” I chuckled delightedly.

“No, nor was my Mother when you parted. That’s why she wanted to leave for the Airport early. She was hoping that you’d discover… 25 years ago she left you as a virgin. 25 years later she has returned to you, still a virgin. Our gift to the man we both love and adore,” she stated seriously, “but you can’t open your present until bedtime,” she giggled delightedly.

“Seriously?”

“Seriously. Very, very seriously Uncle Jonathon. I, we are making a gift of my virginity. You cannot take it. It is yours to have, seriously.”

I was speechless! OK, I knew we would sleep together that night and probably every night thereafter until her Mother was able to visit. I knew that, she knew that and so did her Mother but to have my own Niece save her virginity to give to me, with her Mother’s, my Sister’s full knowledge and blessing was something else.

“Are you feeling tired by any chance?” I said wickedly.

“No, slept on the plane,” she teased, “but Mum did suggest we put a towel on the bed tonight,” she added dirtily.

“Mind if we take the scenic route home?” I asked as I indicated to take the next exit.

“You can take any route you like Uncle Jonathon, as long as I’m beside you and we sleep together wherever we stop for the night.”

We chatted about the surrounding area as I drove comfortably along the leafy road, turned up through the village and down into the valley.

“Wow! What’s that? It’s beautiful.”

I grinned happily and pulled into a tiny parking space so that we could get out of the car for a few minutes.

“That’s the Ouse Valley Viaduct otherwise known as the Balcombe Viaduct. Permission to build the railway line that runs across it was granted in 1837. They started to build the line in ’38 and started work on the Viaduct in ’39. It was officially opened on 12th July 1841. It’s between 450 and 500 metres long depending on where you measure from and 29.3 metres above the river beneath at its highest point, depending on how much water is in the river.”

“Goodness! You knew all that or did you look it up just to impress me?” she giggled.

“I’m afraid I knew it. I’m a bit of an Industrial History buff.”

“So I wasn’t boring you with my guided tours, then?”

She has a lovely giggle.

“Not in the least. Loved every minute of it, and your company and your infectious enthusiasm. Just hope I am able to entertain you as much.”

=== === ===

“Afternoon Horace, this is my niece Miss. Joanne Bahr. She’s going up to Sussex Uni back of September and she’ll be staying with me during her studies. Her Mother shall be visiting from time to time. Could you sort out all the necessary residential security bits and bobs for her please?”

“Certainly Mr. Jameson, if I could have a few details and a quick snapshot. I’ll get it sorted and bring it up to you when it’s ready.”

=== === ===

“There are five bedrooms, all en-suite. Three along the Eastern side, two facing West. The living quarters have a South West view. There is a general bathroom for guests in the hallway, two cloak rooms for the outdoor stuff and terrace furniture and a large linen cupboard for…. linen?

One bedroom I use as an office. One is mine, of course. That leaves one for you, one for your Mother and a spare if we are unlucky enough to have overnight visitors. There is a terrace that runs around the entire apartment, with access from every room. Take a look around, decide which suite you prefer while I make us a drink. Hopefully we’ll sleep in my bed most nights but you need a room of your own, for public consumption, OK?”

“Hopefully? Most? I’m planning on making the most of my major share holding while I can. I’ll be sleeping with you even if you are so tired we can only cuddle,” she giggled dirtily.

“But you are forgetting a number of important factors. 1. your Sister lives less that a couple of miles away. If she’s home alone she might want some company. She’ll certainly want to visit. We have a guest bedroom. 2. My job. Currently I’ve given myself a couple of weeks leave and everybody knows. At the moment it is planned that I work from home for a while so you can find your feet, after that it is in the lap of the gods to a great extent. 3. I might have to attend online meetings in the middle of the night so that would disturb you. 4. you will be at Uni so there might be field trips that keep you away over night. Think that covers it,” I teased, “Ooh yes, while we’re on the subject. As much as I would enjoy you walking around naked and driving me happily nuts the office is strictly out of bounds for anything in the least bit improper. Should anything improper be spotted your Sister would hear about it by the end of the day, no matter where in the world she was. So would everybody else for that matter. Survival! Maintain the perceived status quo.”

“That bad? Really?”

“That bad, really. It’s a small, specialist community. Everybody knows everybody or knows somebody that knows everybody that matters. Our little business might be small in number but we usually get to be on everyone’s list of favourites. When Joseph asked if it would be OK to date Bette he’d had hundreds of e-mails wishing him luck before their first date. When he proposed they got close on a thousand ‘Best Wishes’ texts. You get the picture?”

“But outside the office I can tease and drive you nuts as much as I like?” she giggled.

“I’d like that,” I smirked wickedly, “if you can handle it?”

“Mum warned me that you always looked at the detail,” she laughed as she wandered off, wriggling her pert little bottom, to explore.

I looked at the detail and enjoyed.

=== === ===

She chose the bedroom on the Eastern side, nearest the shore leaving the one in the middle for her Mother. I liked that, already planning for the three of us being together.

After lunch we sat on the terrace, looked out to sea and made plans for the rest of the day.

“As we’re going to be sleeping together as much as possible, do I need to keep calling you ‘Uncle Jonathon’? Would you mind just ‘Jonathon’?”

“Jonathon’s fine, call me what you like really as long as I’d recognise that you were addressing me,” I responded teasingly.

“Thanks, Sexy!” she laughed, “before we do anything I need a shower and a change of clothes, is that OK?”

=== === ===

“Darling are we expecting any visitors today?” she giggled.

I liked that, ‘are we?’ she’s already settling in. Surprising what a simple shower can do and Darling? I could live with that for as long as she liked. Two can play at that game!

“Not that I know of Sweetheart.”

As I said the words the doorbell chimed. She squeaked in alarm and I heard her bedroom door close abruptly. I opened the apartment door.

“Your Niece’s paperwork Mr. Jameson. Please inform her that if she needs any little assistance or information, she only has to ask at the front desk, Sir.”

“Thank you Horace, I’ll do that.” I slipped him a tip.

=== === ===

“Horace with your paperwork and swipe cards, Darling. You can come out now.”

“You sure? You haven’t arranged for somebody to turn up with a big box of chocolates and a dozen red roses?”

“Damn! Didn’t think of that. No, I haven’t, sorry.”

“Good! Don’t like surprises… well I loved the surprise of Our Bear though. Got your phone handy? The first picture of me and Our Bear in England then we can do a selfie with the three of us.”

“Err, yeah,” I said getting my ‘phone out of my pocket, “ready when you are.”

‘Our Bear’ is a Berlin Buddy Bear. Officially they are life size but it didn’t take long for the tourist trade to latch onto the idea of more manageable sizes. I’d purchased ‘Our Bear’ the night before I left Berlin as a ‘Thank You’ present for Joanne. Ever since, when she sent a photo of her doing something, usually outrageous, Our Bear was also in the shot.

She stepped around the corner and into the main room. Our Bear was resting on her hip. Her bare hip! She could have rested him anywhere on her body, he would still be on bare flesh. I took the photo delightedly.

“Perfect!” I quipped, “you don’t look too bad either.”

My Niece was naked from the top of her head to the soles of her feet. Even Our Bear didn’t hide anything very important. I drank in her beauty. Her long hair was in a pony tail high on her head. She was tall at 5’10”, like her Mother. She was, at 18, exactly as I remembered her Mother when I’d sneaked a peek at her taking a shower far too many years ago. She had high cheekbones with a pert little nose. A long slim neck led down to slightly sloping shoulders, elegant. Her high breasts were full and firm, to put it crudely, a fabulous handful. The ribcage created an overhang above her flat tummy leading down to a totally smooth pussy region. With her stance slightly widened it was easy to see she was smooth right the way through. Her legs were long, long, long and, to my mind, perfect.

I grinned delightedly.

“Trying to seduce me?”

“Yes, if I need to,” she responded easily, “when we’re out, in public where you might be known, then I shall be the perfect Niece to Uncle Jonathon. When we are in private I shall tease and tempt you any and every way I can. We are not in the office, are we? She chuckled.

“No makeup?”

“Not unless you want me to wear it?”

“I don’t. No tan lines. You use a sunbed?”

“No, the whole family goes to the coast for our holidays, we always go to a nudist beach.” she laughed.

My Sister hadn’t mentioned that but then I hadn’t either. Brighton’s naturist beach was the nearest beach and at my age I couldn’t care less who saw me naked.

She turned easily as if about to walk away. She didn’t, once she was facing away from me she parted her feet and bent forward from the hips. She placed Our Bear on the back of her neck and held him there.

“Photo opportunity, Darling!” she declared, “Our Bear, Your Woman and her Pussy! See anything you fancy?”

I started taking photos as fast as I could press the icon on the screen.

“Are you going to keep me posed like this forever?” she chided with a giggle.

“It’s a very pleasing option but no, stand up and bring Our Bear, we’ll go out onto the terrace.”

The little minx squeaked with delight.

“Naked? Outside?”

“Why not? We’re on the top floor. Anybody looking up will get a crick in their neck and won’t be able to see much. Those further away, maybe with binoculars or telescopes will either be looking at the beach or out to sea. And if they happen to see a beautiful, naked young lady then it will make their day.” I chuckled.

My binoculars lived on the side unit by the terrace door, picking them up I slung around my neck.

“Goodness, they’re big!” she exclaimed.

“I take it you are talking about my binoculars,” I chuckled.

“Of course, Silly, I have yet to see your other equipment,” she giggled filthily, “speaking of which, I’ve shown you mine… when do I get to see yours?”

“When you’ve seduced me,” I laughed.

She glanced pointedly at the swelling in the front of my slacks.

“So, now then?”

“We can go to the beach,” I laughed as I passed my binoculars, “take a look. Start at the breakwater and work your way up the beach to the pier,” I suggested.

She walked to the end of the terrace where it turned right to go down the side.

“You might want to look to your right before you get too comfortable there?” I suggested.

She glanced to her right.

“Eek! There’s a car park!”

“An unfortunate necessity of life I’m afraid, we’re not over looked from seaward though.”

To my relief she stepped back so that she couldn’t easily be seen from close by. Not that I didn’t want to show her off a little just not all of her. Naked on a nudist beach fine. Standing in front of a car-park full of lecherous men totally naked, not fine. I continued to take photos of my naked Niece and Our Bear.

“Is that a nudist beach?”

“It most certainly is.”

“Will you allow me to use it?”

“Of course. We shall use it together.”

“Don’t you trust me Darling?” she asked a little mischievously.

“I trust you implicitly. I don’t trust the lecherous men on the beach. They are not all Gay y’know,” I laughed.

We spent another half an hour taking photos of her and us posing with Our Bear before making a light lunch.

=== === ===

We took the bus into town, had some fun on the pier then strolled back along Madeira Drive towards the Marina. I led her around the big pile of beach pebbles and started to pull off my shirt. She watched avidly as I unfastened my trousers and slid them down. As I moved to slide my underpants down my legs she covered her eyes and peeped through a slit between her fingers. She turned away at the last minute.

“You done?”

“I am, your turn.”

She turned to face directly away from me.

“Unzip me please.”

I unzipped and the light dress pooled at her feet. She was very nearly naked. She slid her tiny panties down and off.

She turned, bent to pick up her dress and rose upwards slowly.

“Mum never said anything about that!” she exclaimed suddenly.

“About what, Sweetheart.”

“Your cock, Sexy,” she smirked, “any girl ever tells you she doesn’t look at a cock if she gets the chance, is lying in her teeth, especially if she’s German. This day last week I was on the Baltic coast, a beach near Rostok. A nudist beach. As a family we have been going there for our Summer holiday each year since before I was born. On that beach I have seen my Father’s cock, many times. My Grandfathers’s cocks, many times. The cocks of all my male cousins and all my Uncles plus all the other males on the beach. This day last week I was sitting on the beach looking at as many cocks as I could. Mum came up to me and sat down beside.

“Penny for them?” she teased.

Mum and I always speak English with each other. I learn and she doesn’t loose touch… with you.

“Just thinking Mum.”

“About your Uncle’s cock,” she chuckled.

“Yes, was just wondering which one might be similar to Uncle Jonathon’s.”

“None of them. I’ve been coming to this beach and others like it since before you were born. I’ve looked everywhere and NEVER seen a cock as beautiful as my Brother’s, another secret for our joint naughty pot, OK?”

“So you have seen his cock? Where? How?”

“He was in the shower. I snuck in and peeped around the curtain while he was washing his hair. Nobody washes their hair and keeps their eyes open. Don’t know if he’d been stroking it, if he was aroused or if it was his normal but it did look delicious. Wanted to kiss it. Wanted to pleasure it any way he asked. Wanted to feel it inside me. He turned round to rinse off and showed me his bum. I liked that too, nice and tight not flabby at all. I nearly forgot to get out before he finished rinsing his hair. Now I’m all wet! Let’s go for a paddle.”

“Nice and erotic Mum, got me wet too but…”

we got up together and walked to the water’s edge,

“what was it like? Compare it with one here. Give me an idea of his size?”

Mum glanced around for a bit.

“Longer than that one. The one holding the baby.”

I looked.

“I should bloody hope so! How on earth did he make that baby?”

“Maybe he didn’t,” she replied critically.

“You’re not helping Mum!” I pleaded, “give me some idea, please. Do you think you could swallow him?”

“I’d try, even if it was chocking me!”

“Your pussy?”

“Again, I’d take as much as I could, even if he was splitting me in two. But you’ve got to remember Sweetheart, your Uncle Jonathon is the sweetest, gentlest man in the world. He wouldn’t deliberately hurt you. You are still a virgin, he will be very, very careful, I promise.”

“Good, I’m sure you’re correct but…”

“Have you ever seen Kurt’s cock stiff?”

“Not that I know of. Seen it flaccid hundreds of times though.”

“OK, well imagine it stiff and one and a half times longer, which it isn’t by a long way. Got it? Now think of it being twice as thick, which again, it isn’t. Got a picture in your mind?”

“Yes Mum.”

“Now think of it twice as long and twice as thick and flaccid.”

“Fuck!”

“Exactly but your Uncle Jonathon will be gentle, I know it. He will let you get used to it slowly.”

“Should I practice with something? One of your dildos?” I teased.

“Certainly not! You’d no longer be a virgin and that would spoil his present.”

“So now I’ve seen your cock, Sexy, and your big, beautiful balls and fully realise why she could only describe it as beautiful. You will be gentle tonight, won’t you Darling? I’ve seen hundreds but not so much as touched one.”

She leaned forward and lightly brushed the back of her hand across my package.

“I lied,” she smirked, “I have touched one.”

=== === ===

We set up camp down by the shore line where fewer people stop. It was surprising how many people came down to paddle. Joanne wasn’t at all put out. She wasn’t flaunting her body but at the same time she laid out to get a tan not hide her modesty. I was impressed and she was beautiful.

We sunbathed and chatted for about and hour. We’d a mental list of things to do in the morning. We rose and started to walk back up the beach.

“You handled that very well, I thought,” I laughed as we trudged up the pebbles.

“I’ve been naked in front of men since I was in nappies, if that isn’t a contradiction in terms? As I got older I learned to tune them out, unless they interested me. The only man that has interested me was laying right beside me so everything else was tuned out. Know why none stopped to try and chat me up? They knew they had no chance! You’re very fit and their packages had no chance against yours. I love being on the beach with you Darling. Can we make a habit of it?”

=== === ===

I grilled some rainbow trout for dinner and afterwards we sat on the terrace watching the sun go down.

“Bed time Sexy?”

“As long as you’re ready?”

…

“Very fetching!” I quipped on seeing the floral patterned shower cap on her head.

“You want to wait another hour while I dry my hair?”

=== === ===

“Mum, this is just weird!”

“How so Darling?”.

“Huh? Like I’m sitting on Uncle Jonathon’s lap, naked and we’re discussing last night’s… and this mornings lovemaking with my Mother on FaceTime. That’s not just a tiny bit weird?”

“Think of it more as you delivering a very special gift to the man we both love and adore… we’re discussing how it was received?,”

“Yeah! I can live with that,” her Daughter giggled delightedly.

“… and me asking you to deliver that special gift is my thank you for you giving me the best present you can possibly imagine,” completed her Mother, “it’s what you have wanted for a very long time, isn’t it? Giving your total love to your Uncle Jonathon. And what you have given me I have dreamed of forever.”

“It is and it was well worth waiting for, thank you but what have I given you that deserves such a gift? And why are you topless?… and… where’s Dad?”

“Questions, questions, questions. You have always been an inquisitive child. No.1 you gave me my freedom. No.2 I’m not topless, I’m naked…” she stood up to prove it. She looked absolutely stunning! “And…”

“I suspect we are just about to be told you are sitting on his lap, Sweetheart.”

My Sister beamed at me happily. My Niece turned to me and smiled.

“Really? Daddy?” she laughed, “I want a big kiss, Daddy!”

“Shouldn’t we wait until your Mother has finished?”

“No! I want a kiss now just in case you’re wrong!” she giggled and planted her lips on mine.

“You two should get a room,” teased her Mother, “when did you work it out Darling?”

“We’ve got a room,” laughed her Daughter, “and there’s a room reserved, between Daddy’s and mine, for when you get here. And you’ve both known that I’m your Daughter? For how many years? Why didn’t you tell me?”

“I don’t know, I’ve suspected is all. Why don’t we hear your Mother out?”

“When did you first suspect, Darling?”

“The wedding. She had so much enthusiasm for the things she was showing me. So much knowledge. It didn’t come from guide books, it came from the heart. You also had no qualms about her being with me all day. You wanted me to know that she shared my passion. The invites to her Birthdays? How many Uncles get invited to travel hundreds of miles to a Niece’s birthday? It also cemented the date in my brain. The final piece slotted into place yesterday. I took Joanne passed the Balcombe Viaduct. Her reaction was instantaneous. All the documents were accounted for!”