Part 8

This is a work of fiction, and all participants in sexual activities are 18 or older.

Spring 1987

I was shooting my load into my sister's womb when we heard, "Mein Gott im Himmel," from my bedroom door. Josie and I looked into each other's wide eyes, and in unison, we said, "Mom!" We both knew that we were fucked.

Mom started yelling at us in German (when she's mad she ALWAYS defaults to German). She was saying "Are you dumb, why is your in your sister," "What you are doing is wrong and a sin against God in heaven," etc. Then dad walked in and layed into us too, saying much the same thing but in English and with more expletives, finally settling on "get your cock out of your sister," while pointing at me. "You," he said pointing at Josie, "Go take a shower, get dressed and be waiting for me in the living room in 20 minutes." Turning back to me, "When she gets out of the shower I want you to take one too, and I want you to be in the living room also in 20 minutes." And he stormed out of the room dragging our nagging mother with him.

Josie ran to the bathroom took a 9 minute shower and as she left in a towel I entered with my clothes took a 5 minute shower, dried, dressed, and was standing (with Josie) at attention in the living room with one minute to spare (BTW dad was a disciplinarian, but fair, however once Josie and I entered the delayed enlistment program he'd taken it upon himself to start introducing us to what Basic training would be like).

He stood there before us looked us both in the eyes and asked, "How long have the two of you been fucking?" "Sir, since yesterday morning, sir," we answered in unison. "Are you sure?" "Sir, yes sir," I responded. "Sir, until yesterday we were both virgins, sir," responded Josie. He took his time looking us both in the eye, and at length said, "I believe you, which is good. However, per rule two you are grounded until further notice. When your not at school you shall remain in your own room. You shall not talk to each other while at home, and you may only come put if your room to use the latrine, do your chores, or eat meals with your mother and I. Do you understand?" "Sir, yes sir," we both responded. "Good, now get to your rooms."

The next several days, were a near living hell at home. Mom and dad insisted that we all dress in nothing less than athletic shorts and T-shirts (with bras for mom and Josie) instead of just Ts and underwear/panties. Every meal together was silent save for the occasional "Please pass the "blank." Our friends at school sensed that something was up, and we both told our friends that we'd "fucked up" on Saturday and were grounded until our dad said otherwise.

Friday evening arrives, and mom calls us to the table for dinner. We both come out of our rooms in silence. I can smell Josie's and my favorite foods, Jaegerschnitzle with spaetzle and red kraut. As I was wondering why mom had fixed those particular foods, I could hear mom and dad conversing, which is funny because all week they'd been as silent as we were. As we turn the corner into the dining room, mom is wearing a red camisole, and Dad was wearing his boxers & T-shirt. "Hey you two, aren't you a little over dressed," he asked? "Ah, no dad, we're grounded," I said, thumbing between Josie and myself. "Didn't your mother tell you that your grounding was up this morning?" Before eitherJosieor i could say anything, "Mein Liebchen, I thought that you were going to tell them." "You did?" "Jawohl Mein Liebchen." "Oh well then," our father said, "your grounding is now lifted. So get comfortable, and let's eat your mother's exquisite Jaegerschnitzle and fixings," (BTW by 'get comfortable' dad was suggesting that we dress similarly to either of our parents) Not wishing yo look a gift horse in the mouth, Josie and I looked at each other briefly and returned to our bedrooms. I returned to the table in only my athletic shorts and T-shirt, and Josie returned in a white camisole that allowed you to make out her areolas and matching panties.

We ate dinner as a generally normal family, discussing the events of the week, drinking a nice Mosel wine that my parents had bought on their trip (they had bought several bottles of several kinds). After dinner, mom served us a delicious apple strudel, and as we ate dessert, mom started gently questioning us about Saturday, so Josie and I told our parents everything from each of our perspectives.

Afterwards, dad sat back in his chair, tool Josie's hand, while mom reached out and took my hand and said, "Kids, your mom and I want for you to show us what the two of you discovered together." And our parents stood together and led Josie and I into their bedroom.

End of part 8 part 9 soon