Colin woke and thought that considering the amount of alcohol he had drunk last night, his head felt not too bad. He heard the gentle snoring next to him and felt for the soft curvaceous bottom of his older sister. The soft flesh was warm and yielding to his touch, but there was something not quite right, the soft curvy bottom was a bit bigger than he remembered. He lifted his head and pulled the duvet cover off the sleeping form next to him.
"MUM!" he shouted and sat back in his half of the bed.
"Owww, Colin, shhh not so loud, please my head hurts. What's the problem anyway?" she half turned and then realised she was in a strange bed.
"What the..." she glanced down and realised she was also naked and in a strange bed!
"Mum," said Colin, looking at the half of his naked mother exposed to him.
Anne sighed and sat up, her breasts rolling and swaying over the duvet, but she made no attempt to cover up.
"Where's your father, and your sister," she said, holding her hands to her head.
"I'm here," said Sue, rising naked from the floor and scrambling onto the bed.
"Where's your father?" she demanded, glaring at her daughter and son alternately.
the bedroom door opened and Stuart shambled in, naked and semi hard, he smiled faintly and sat on the chair by the bed,
"I'm here Annie, what the hell happened last night... and why are you in with Sue and Colin?" he said trying to keep his thought train on track.
"Can't either of you remember what happened last night?"
"We went to the pub and had.."
"A really fantastic meal, you had Steak, I had Sea Bass..."
"We had a bottle of Sauterne, glasses of Chablis, some St Emilion..."
"A Muscatel with dessert.."
"No I had Port and Cheese..."
"And a brandy to wash it down..."
"Oh shit, we got tanked didn't we..."
"Fuck, I can't remember getting home, did we come back in a taxi?"
"Oh dear, parents, I'm afraid you've missed out a large part of last night."
"You're kidding right? why? what happened?"
"Daddy dear are you a little stiff this morning, not in a semi hard way, but achey maybe?"
"Yes I do feel a bit creaky why?"
"Mum?"
"Yes Colin,"
"Are your feet sore, maybe a bit tingly, achy ankles, stomach a bit sore?"
"Now you come to mention it, I am sore, Oh God! what did we do?"
Colin and Sue, looked at each other and nodded, Colin reached for his phone and thumbed to his pictures, as Sue did the same. Without a word they passed their phones to the nearest parent.
Anne and Stuart thumbed through the pictures and grimaced and shook their heads.
"Oh no! this is worse than I thought, look at me I'm practically paralytic here: oh Shit I passed out, look at the state of me!"
"Whooa, who's that woman I'm sort of dancing with? do we know her?"
"Dad, that's Inge, she married Brian yesterday and you and Mum gatecrashed their wedding reception, they loved it, everyone was egging you on. You danced all night, finally leaving at about three this morning."
"Fuck we did! how embarrassing, I'm sorry kids I must have looked a complete tosser. Annie I'm sorry." Stuart shook his head then handed the phone back to Sue.
"No Stuart, look at these I was so out of it. Do we have these peoples address we should call or send flowers or offer to pay for a meal for them."
"Mum, Dad, Inge doesn't have a mum and dad, they died in a car crash some years ago. She was so happy you burst in and livened things up she's calling you her new mummy and daddy. I've got a whole load of phone numbers, e-mails and home addresses from people there who want to meet up with you again."
"NO!"
"You've got to be kidding!"
"Nope, you danced til dawn and spread some magic, people you were awesome, pissed but awesome."
"Colin! really?"
"Scouts Honour"
"Girl Guides honour you were absolutely immense; deep respect parents, you really know how to party. Daddy I had no idea you knew so many dances, Mum yes; you uhh-uhh, Where did you dig the Valetta up from?"
"Yeah and Mum, the mashed potato? awesome, and can you twist? yes you can, you were sixteen again, hottie or what."
Colin hugged Anne and grinned.
"Dad you were John Travolta, literally; threw you jacket off and strutted your stuff, Saturday Night Dad, ha ha, you had all the girlies on their feet."
"Well we saved the best til last," said Colin and picking up his phone again, flicked through and looked at Anne and Stuart.
"OK, you better sit together for this."
Anne clambered unconsciously naked out of bed and sat on Stuart's lap, he grinned and she smiled as she wiggled to get a better seat.
"Lover can you move slightly then I can adjust myself so that..."
"Here," said Anne and lifting slightly moved his erection flat along his thigh, sitting back down and wriggling to get it in line with her slit.
"Comfortable?"
"Yes thanks. Colin! what the hell is on that thing?" Anne said as Colin passed it to her.
She thumbed the screen and the movie started, Anne and Stuart sat dumbstruck, as they recreated the lift from Dirty Dancing faultlessly with the music blaring in the background.
"No way, Stuart, I can't remember that, but that's us, isn't it?"
"Annie that is us, how did we do that? Whoo Hoo, life in the old dogs yet." Stuart looked proudly over his wife's shoulder as she replayed the clip again.
"As I said Mum and Dad, deep respect for that, you were on tip top form, sparkling, shameless."
"However..."
"Oh No! there's going to be a however, this is trouble I just know it." Anne shrugged and Stuart put his hands round her waist, as they braced themselves for whatever was coming.
"However, we decided that despite your protestations to the contrary, we would not film the pair of you stripping in the lounge, nor the oral sex scene you insisted on enacting."
"Or the full on fury of you taking my mother doggie style, which degenerated into the shag on the stairs.."