Sexy Fun Times/Work/Doctor/Mother
The woman is slim and well-dressed; Marcie and John are nine-year-old twins. They are holding hands and look mildly embarrassed as they sit down, side-by-side; John is wearing shorts and a T-shirt, while his sister has an identical T-shirt above a short skirt. "So what seems to be the problem," you ask.
The woman blushes and turns to look at the children before looking back at you and swallowing. "I don't really know where to start," she says. You wait patiently and the children giggle in the background. "Their father left us six months ago and since then things have been happening that I don't really understand."
"What sort of things?"
She swallows again, takes a deep breath and sits up straight. "The first thing I discovered was that my… Husband… was having a sexual relationship with them." More giggles from the children.
"How did you find out?"
"I caught them in bed together and they told me." The woman looks close to tears, but she sniffs and carries on. "They were having sex."
You try to stay neutral; "I can see why that might upset you," you say. "In my experience, it's not that uncommon for siblings to experiment with each other. We live in a sexualised world; it's everywhere: TV drama, advertisements and I think you'd be amazed if you saw what some kids have on their phones."
She looks down at her lap and when you glance across the room you see that John has got his hand on his sister's leg. "There's more," she says. "At first, I got mad with them and threatened them with all sorts if I ever caught them in each other's bedrooms again, but you can't watch them twenty-four-seven, so I told Marcie she'd have to sleep with me in my bed. That didn't work; she just waited till I'd gone to sleep and snuck out to be with her brother, so I told them they both had to sleep with me."
"So what happened then?"
"This is totally confidential isn't it; even if I tell you something illegal?"
"Nothing you tell me in here goes any further unless it's really bad like you stabbed your husband to death or have him chained up in the cellar. I don't even keep notes that someone else could read."
"At first it worked out okay; I have a really big bed so there was plenty of room for the three of us; then one morning I dreamt that I was in bed with my husband.