Plans Fail, Plans Change, Pt. 1
To say I will never look at my parents the same again after one early summer evening would be a massive understatement. I guess the same could be said for and about my twin sisters, too. Originally, all three of us had made plans with our friends for the weekend and were to be out of the house until Sunday afternoon. My plans had been a campout with some of my buddies from High School. They had just returned from away at college. My sisters had made similar plans with their high school friends, who had just graduated that spring.
I had decided I didn't want to go to college pretty early on and began working in High School. When I graduated, I had a decent job and made good enough money for a kid living at home. After graduation, I was able to increase my hours, and the money got a little better. After a year, I was promoted to senior sales associate, and the money improved again. I was making enough money to get my own place, but my parents really liked having me around. I was kicking in for food and stuff, plus they wanted me there for my sisters, so I stayed at home.
Like I said, my twin sisters had just graduated and were looking forward to the summer off. They were bound for college at a school on the East Coast with a dual split scholarship, Academic and athletic for swimming. When those two were in the pool, they looked like fish - the most beautiful fish you have ever seen. My sister Patricia Anne, Patty typically, was headed out to become a Veterinarian. While her twin, Paula Raylene, Ray to everyone, was going for Computer Sciences, she wants to work in Data Security, maybe for Norton or MacAfee. Lofty goals, and I wholeheartedly support them. I'm Peter Jackson, Pete, or Petey to Mom. I work as a junior manager at a major parts store now.
Our parents are Patton and Pamela, Pat and Pam. Do you see the theme there? Dad is the President of a high-end car dealership, Mercedes, Porsche & Land Rover. Mom is a Commercial Real Estate agent. We are well off these days, but Dad started as a regular salesman, and Mom started with houses. Our house is nice and big in an upscale neighborhood. It's a four bedroom with a 'Maids' room off the kitchen. We have a nice-sized sized pool, of course. Dad drives a Mercedes sedan while he puts Mom in a Land Rover SUV for safety on our sometimes sketchy roads in Spring and Winter in Tennessee, where we live. My sisters share a Mini Cooper S. I have an old Porsche 914 that Dad and I refurbished. I'm not winning Le Mans, but it gets me around great.
When I went to my buddy's house with all my camping stuff, Mom dropped me off because there wasn't enough room in my car. I had hung out with Chaz overnight, beating the crap out of guys on his Xbox in Call of Duty. In the morning, when our buddy Dennis was an hour late, we called, and he canceled. He said he had scored a date with a new Aussie chick who had moved to town recently, and they were going out that night. With Dennis out, Chaz backed out too, so we just hung out the three of us on their Xboxes until Denny went to get ready for his date. We had been at it all day, so I decided to head home too. I borrowed Chaz's mountain bike and rode home as it wasn't far, leaving my camping stuff there.
I found out later that my sisters had a similar experience. It was apparently supposed to be a pajama sleepover. That plan went bust when two girls initially canceled out of the 5 of them. So we all ended up at home unexpectedly. Since I rode home on the bike, I passed my car on the street just up from our house. That's when I realized we had company. So I decided to go in from the garage side door, which put me right at my room by the kitchen, having taken the 'Maids' room so my parents could turn the fourth bedroom into an office for the both of them. My sisters had each gotten their own rooms, finally.
As I went in, I heard unusual noises coming from out towards both the kitchen and the living room. I looked into the kitchen and was shocked to see some guy I didn't know fucking the crap out of a woman I vaguely recognized but couldn't clearly see her face as she was head away from me, and I was to his back. After another step, I saw what I could only describe as a full-on orgy in our living room. There were two inflatable mattresses instead of the coffee table. There were multiple people in various acts of heavy sex. I stepped through quietly to see other people in the bedrooms. In my sister Patty's room was our mother getting pounded by our Dad's best friend from behind in doggy while our High School principal, Mr. Sanchez, had his cock in her mouth.
When Mom came up for air and said, "Fuck Yeah. Pound my pussy, Harry, pump me full of your cock and fill me with your cum." I turned and beat feet out of there.
When I returned to the living room, I saw two things. My sisters were standing just inside the closed front door where they stood, shocked at the scene, one in particular. We all saw our father pounding our neighbor, Mrs. Carson, from a few doors down. I gathered my sisters silently, grabbed the keys to Mom's Range Rover, and almost dragged them back out the front door by the hand. As I turned to close and lock the front door, I saw my dad cum into Mrs. Carson, and his face was one I will never forget, almost ugly. I waved them to Mom's SUV, and we got in. Both of them got in the back seat, and I carefully backed out quietly and drove us away.
I didn't know where we were going, but we needed to leave there and that scene right out of Caligula behind. We didn't speak as we headed into town. Soon, I came out of my shock and saw where we were. Seeing an old diner I had wanted to try ahead, I pulled in and parked. We got out and walked inside, and found a booth. We looked at each other in the U-shaped booth, not knowing what to say, so we grabbed menus. Everybody just ordered burgers and fries or onion rings plus a shake. My Sisters were not shy but somewhat innocent. They both previously had boyfriends and sex, as I had accidentally come home once to both of them having sex in their rooms. I left, giving them privacy as I knew they would have me. And, of course, I have had a good handful of girlfriends, too. So sex was nothing new to any of us, plus honestly, we all had watched porn. What we just saw in our own home was a new level in a 'Holy-fucking-shit that was weird' way.
I broke the tension with a bit of a hysterical laugh at the absurdity of what we had just seen. They joined in right after, and in a bit, we were able to talk quietly.
Patty asked, "What the fuck was that?"
My response was, "Nothing we were meant to see, obviously. And I really wished I hadn't... kinda."
Ray asked, "What did you see? Watching Dad was like watching a train wreck or after an accident, and I just couldn't look away." She gave a little shiver.
Patty nodded and added, "Me too. And I just couldn't wrap my head around he was banging Mrs. Carson like a slut, and she was loving it."
"Be happy you didn't see Dads' cum face or Mom in action, 'Nuf said."
Right then, the waitress returned with our food. We clammed up quickly. After she walked away, I said, "We probably shouldn't talk about this here." I looked around the relatively empty place, but there were still other customers. They both nodded in agreement. We then discussed how we all ended up at home in the first place. Both of my sisters blushed hard when they finally said it was supposed to be a lingerie party. My missed camping trip was to be decidedly less exciting.
We ate pretty well and left, only to wonder where we were going next. We surely weren't going home. Ironically, I spotted a motel just up the street with decent rates. So, after climbing in I drove us over there. Patty takes shotgun this time after winning at Rock, Paper, Scissors against Ray. When I pulled in, they were obviously surprised.
"Why are we here, Pete?" Ray asked.
"Well, I don't want to go home, and who knows how long that crazy shit will last. Do you?"
Both girls had that 'Oh My God!' face and replied together, "Oh Hell No!"
"So this is as good a place as any to crash. In the morning, we can go back to the diner for breakfast as a bonus." So I parked near the office and went in to rent a room for the night.
I returned a few minutes later with the key in hand and drove down to the assigned room, ironically away from most other patrons. I think the guy behind the counter saw Patty in the SUV and assumed we were there to 'Make some noise.' We went into the room and then realized we didn't have anything--no toothbrushes or sleepwear. Fortunately, there were two queen-sized beds.
