It wasn't like I'd blown him off for dinner, and yet...it sort of was. Was this spousal abuse of some kind? I didn't know and was too drowsy to think ...too much about it.I forgot, clearly, that you aren't supposed to mix Ambien and alcohol. The rules are clear on that. But I was headed straight to bed, so it didn't matter, right? I distinctly remember rolling my commuting jeans and underwear off as one unit, like a dirty rubber band, and slipping into a pair of cotton panties and a camisole top.. "See there," the officer laughed, "ain' she a wonder?" He pulled the girl from me by her hair and she sprawled on the dirty floor."All right," I said, "you win. A fortnight it is, and then what?" Then, why then" he said, "we hang you or give you to our German friends for bayonet practice, depends on how cooperative you are."He had his men unchain me and unlock my foot fetters. I shook my arms and bent to rub at my ankles as the colonel ordered pen, ink and paper to be brought. The woman fetched. Mom handed me a plate to dry then said, "I've decided on what to do with you. Your punishment I mean."I shuddered. "What mom?" I just knew by the look in her eye that I was in for it."I called the priest this afternoon and we talked about what you did. You know that I have always wanted you more involved with the church so I said you would be there on Saturday morning for confession." The priest! Oh God mom, you told?" Yes, now think about what you're going to say in your confession and try and. Besides, it might be even more exciting with my sister mostly hidden under her running clothes. Shivering with passion, I saw my sister’s eyes drop to the front of my pants, where my cock was forming a huge lump. I stood up and pulled my t-shirt over my head. Then my hand fell to my belt buckle.My fingers shook so badly it took me quite a while to get my pants unfastened and pulled down. But when I did, I saw my sister’s eyes grow big with awe as she watched my hard prick holding the elastic of.