Chapter 1 Home coming
Joe felt the jet lag in his bones. An 11 hour flight from New York to Munich and he didn't sleep a wink.
His father Michael was unusually chipper, driving the rental Volkswagen through endless towns that looked like they came from a different millenium.
They had left the Autobahn a long time ago. Withered barns and cows. A pile of beets was followed by a pile of dung that snaked its way into the AC and into Joe's nose.
"How much longer Dad?" He groaned.
"We are almost there Joe."
"I still don't understand what we're doing here anyway. I don't know these people." He complained.
"That is exactly why we're here. They are your family and it is time for you to meet them." His father replied.
"Why though? They never visited in 19 years, never sent a letter, never called."
"Joe, your mom sacrificed a lot for you. Not seeing you for all these years has been hard on her as well. If she did not have to care for the farm, she would have come to New York with us. It was her familial duty."
"You'd think raising your son is a familial duty."
Joe's dad was silent for a few minutes until he finally spoke up.
"We're here!"
Joe looked out of the window. The towns had progressively gotten smaller. A yellow sign read "Büttenschlagen".
"Jesus Christ" Joe mumbled.
There couldn't have been more than fifty houses in the whole town. They pulled onto a small dirt road toward a farm house. A few fat cows stood beside a corn field, staring at their car.
Michael parked the car. Joe retrieved their luggage from the trunk. As they made their way to the house Joe turned to his father.
"Okay so, we're expecting my Mom Erika, my half sister Heidi, my aunt Gertrude and my Grandma Lotte. Weird for a bunch of women to run a farm like this."
"Not weird. Men don't live long here. I never met your grandpa, your uncle died in a tractor accident and Heidi's father choked on Sauerkraut."
Joe shook his head. Ridiculous. Michael rang a brass bell on the porch. The door flung open and a beautiful woman stood in the door frame. She was beaming. In a split second she had closed in on Joe and hugged him tightly.
He barely had time to react.
"Mein Johann! Endlich!" The woman squealed in German.
"So, you must be Heidi. Nice to meet you. You speak English, right?" Joe asked, freeing himself from the hug.
The woman smiled warmly but didn't respond.
"No Joe. This is your mother, Erika." Michael corrected.
"Hallo Erika. Wie schön dich wieder zu sehen. Du siehst gut aus." He said to the woman.
Joe was in complete disbelief. His mom was 37. Nobody would guess the woman before him was any older than 30. There were hardly any wrinkles on her youthful face. Not even on her neck or hands. Healthy, long blonde hair, soft yet expressive blue eyes. She was stunning for a young woman but 37?
"This is my mom?" He asked.
"Komm an meine Brust, mein Sohn." She said, pulling Joe's head to her chest. She wore a traditional bavarian dress pushing her sizeable cleavage up. Joe's cheek was pressed against her soft breasts as she ran her finger's through his hair.
"Heidi! Gertie! Johann und Michael sind hier!" She shouted in the house.
"Kommt herein, kommt herein." Erika said, grabbing Joe's hand and leading him and Michael inside the house.
The house looked like a typical farmer's cottage, wood panels, a fireplace. A pot was on the stove in the kitchen cooking something and the oven seemed to be on as well.
As Joe's mom led him inside, another woman came down the stairs. She wore a blue and white checkered apron. She looked exactly like his mom. The resemblance was too great to be between a mother and daughter. This had to be his aunt and his mother's twin sister Gertrude.
"Mein Gott, dieser Bub ist ja seinem Vater so ähnlich. Was für ein prächtiger Junge. Nice to meet you!" Gertie said, smiling at Joe.
Her accent was distinctly German.
"Oh you speak English? Nice to meet you." Joe said. He sighed in relief. At least someone he could speak to without his dad translating.
"Ja, aber just a bit. Now come here" Gertrude said, pulling Joe off his mom and into her arms. He had no choice but to return the hug. Two soft balloons met his chest. His arms wrapped around a slim waist. She smelled like fresh baked bread and milk.
"Strong boy!" Gertie smiled and squeezed Joe's biceps.
"Johann, geh doch mal schnell hoch und schau nach deiner Schwester Heidi." Joe's mom Erika said to him.
Joe looked at his dad quizzicaly.
"She asked you to go upstairs and get your sister Heidi for dinner." Michael translated.
"She is home for spring break and actually speaks english. You'll get along."
Joe shrugged and walked up the stairs, looking back at his super hot mom and her equally hot twin sister, preparing dinner. He couldn't help but salivate as he watched their heavy breasts and full asses sway busily through the kitchen.
As he turned a corner he slapped himself in the face. Jesus Christ. Get it the fuck together Joe. That is your fucking mom you pervert. Yes, she is hot and you have no memory of her but blood is blood and she is as close as it gets. Even aunt Gertie was genetically just as much his mom as Erika.
There must something in the sauerkraut here. How else could women in their late 30s look late 20s.
Chapter 2 Half sister half naked
Joe walked past a door that had a flowery sign with the name Heidi written on it. He sighed deeply then knocked.
"Hello? Heidi? My name is Joe, I am...your broth- half-brother. Your mom...our mom is making dinner." He said.
"Come in." A girl's voice said from inside. He opened the door and his jaw dropped to the floor. A girl was standing in front of a full length mirror, brushing her long blonde hair. She wore nothing but a red thong. Joe's eyes bulged out of his skull as he stared at the perfect ass of his presumed half sister.
Then his brain interrupted its own melting process to point his eyes upward. The girl was angled in such a way that the mirror showed her full breasts to Joe standing in the doorway.
He stared for a bit too long until he finally met Heidi's eyes. He immediately covered his face with his hands.
"Wha- I- Sorry- I didn't wa- I didn't know you- You let me in, I thought-" Joe stammered.
"Relax" She laughed "Sorry, I forgot you Americans are kinda weird when it comes to nakedness."
Joe kept his hands over his face, the image of Heidi's curves seared into his mind. She walked over to him and softly grabbed his hands. He flinched at the touch. Slowly she guided his hands down. Joe sheepishly opened his eyes, making sure not to look any lower than Heidi's chin.