Where to start!? I guess the beginning is always the best place, but where does this tale truly begin? When we were young? When I left for Bootcamp? The day I got back? Who knows really!?
I was always close with my younger s****r, she was the reason why I chose the military over college. I decided to join the Marines because of my f****y situation. Everyone always says they do it for the fact that they want to protect their country, they want to take care of those that can't take care of themselves... To me I had one reason, MONEY! I needed it badly.
More accurately we needed it badly. I grew up the oldest of two c***dren in a broken home. The money was always tight and so were our nerves. My mother sweated her days away in a dry cleaners for little to no cash 6 days a week. She worked harder than anyone I had ever met. My father split when I was too young to remember. Needless to say I had to work.
I got a job doing lawn care through a friend of my mom's. He was a good guy and owned his own company so he turned his head once in a while if he saw me doing something I shouldn't, like smoking u******e, swearing when I busted my knuckles... Little things like that. My mom also would turn her head to these kinds of things as long as my grades stayed good and my work record spoke for itself.
Not many people could call me out about work. I worked all summer long while friends went on vacation and even gritted my teeth as girl friend after girlfriend would leave because I would have to work late. Needless to say I was not living a "Charmed" life. I was content enough though. I had more money than most k**s my age and even though I gave half of my check up for rent I was still able to buy my own video games and such. With the winter season I worked doing little things like snow removal for people.
My s****r did all the house work... She had a lot to keep up with, laundry, dishes, cleaning the carpets and the bedrooms. I paid her 40 a month to do my room for me once a week so she could have some spending money. This was my little way of showing that I cared because all to often my temper would get the better of me.
I never got violent but oh I could get loud. When I reached my senior year in high school however I knew that mowing lawns was not what I wanted to do all of my life. So... I talked to the recruiter, passed my physicals, did all the little tests. Scored pretty decently on the ASVAB and got a 93... this let me pick pretty much whatever job I wanted. I knew in my heart there was only two options for me though. Diesel mechanic or Rifleman. I chose the latter of the two given the fact that I always had a fascination with rifles and especially military grade rifles.
Upon graduating high school and saying good bye to all of my friends and f****y, I left for Parris Island South Carolina. I have so many things I could say about Boot Camp, primarily that I loved it and would go through it again ANYTIME! Also, I would recommend anyone that has half the temper that I had to go through it. I learned how to control my anger, be calmer, more relaxed... I learned how to be a man. Instead of getting angry at little things I let them slide and instead of being so short fused I learned that the best way to deal with things was to just relax and let them simmer before approaching them again.
I remember how this particular event started... I had just put my bags down in the entry to my mom and s****rs little two bedroom apartment. I would only be back for about 2 weeks and decided to stay at home and spend the time with them. We had an impromptu f****y meeting and it was decided that I would take the couch and leave my clothes in the closet in my s****rs room. My s****r and mom got to keep their privacy and I got to keep a bit of a sense of normalcy. Get used to not being ready for a Drill Instructor to jump down my throat.
The first two days were a bit rough at home. I won't deny it. I missed Boot Camp sorely. I tried to just explain it away but I couldn't. The lights in the kitchen would come on at 5 am when my mother would make her morning cup of coffee and I was instantly awake. Not a sound had been made and I was already up and going. It was an instinct.
My mom would leave for work around 6 or 630 am and from then until the time she got home around 430 pm I was alone in the house with my s****r.
My s****r is a bit shorter than me at 5'6 but god she looks good. She had just turned 18. That wasn't even something I dared to argue about. She had short brown hair with blonde highlights, a perky set of C tits. Nipples that would poke through her shirt if she didn't have a good bra on. Her legs were always my favorite looking back. She had long gorgeous legs. Just because I could describe my s****r to you like this doesn't mean that I had held sexual feelings towards her. I just looked at her and knew that she was a lot better looking than me. I was just your average built guy up till I got back from boot camp.
I had a decent build from working in a strenuous physical job. I had always been in okay shape but she was always the one that had a better look to her. Maybe it was the clothes I wore, who knows?
When I awoke on the third morning and found that my mom had already left I knew that I was finally getting back to normal. It was around ten in the morning and my s****r was sitting in the chair watching tv with the volume down low so as not to disturb me. She was wearing her favorite pajama bottoms and a tshirt that looked like it had been used as a gym shirt. Probably one of my old metallica shirts. I can't remember. All I remember was the raging stiffy I had in my pants and how mortified I would be if she saw.
When I shifted on the couch I knew I was done for... I had heard my back pop and she had to have heard it too. Not that I had injured myself or anything... Just like when your fingers pop... It felt good but I knew she would turn to say hi or something and see my stiffy. I hate morning wood. It's something I never could understand.
As she turned to say hi I saw the words at her mouth fall dead and she just turned back to the tv. I didn't know what to think. Either she had seen it and thought me small or something or she had seen it and was embarrassed. Neither was a good choice for me.
I remember groggily asking her how she was doing. Her response was amazing "Better than you are apparently, if you don't take care of that I'll have to come over there and do it for you!"
I knew she was only messing with me but it certainly didn't help. I was dumbfounded. My only thought was "Do it!" Did I say it outloud? Oh no, she'll really hate me now... shit...
She just looked back and said "Really? Are you sure that's what you want?" I couldn't be positive but it sounded like this was something she wanted more so than something I did.
"If you want to come over here and get rid of my morning wood then go ahead, if not you'll just have to sit there and know what's behind you!" I didn't really expect this to have the effect of her coming over and actually doing anything, more of just a playful teasing between people who had been very close friends for a long time.
So there it was, I had laid down the challenge and I should have known better, she had never passed up on a challenge from her older b*****r lightly. She sat up out of the chair and walked over to the couch where I was laying. She dropped to her knees and started rubbing my throbbing shaft through my pants...
"Okay Mikey, if that's what you want." She looked me right in the eyes and continued rubbing my cock n balls until I thought I would die, "Don't worry I'll take good care of this for you!"
She slowly snaked my cock out of my pj's and got on her knees at the edge of the couch. She stroked me slowly at first while kissing the head. I was muted. I didn't know how to say anything to this. I was so rock hard and it was so hot to see her teasing me this way. Finally she took me all the way into her mouth... it was so warm and wet. I could feel her tongue rubbing up and down my hard shaft. I felt every bit of the teasing and rubbing of my balls while she slowly sucked me. She worked me hard like this for about 30 minutes until I told her I was going to cum!
"MMMMMM do it in my mouth pleaseee Mikey!!!" I lost it. I hadn't had any contact with a woman for over 3 months and here my gorgeous s****r was asking me to cum down her throat?! I started to cum almost as soon as she said that. I lost count of how many ropes of cum I sent down her throat, I know it was too many though as she couldn't swallow the full load. It leaked out of her mouth and down onto her shirt. She smiled and headed back to her room to clean off a bit and left me there confused.
Looks like life just got a hell of a lot more confusing for me...
We went about the rest of our day without saying a word, I felt so strange. I mean this was my s****r that had just given me, quite possibly, the best blow job I had ever received from ANYONE! It was incredible.
I had to go to the bathroom to think for a few. I sat on the counter and just thought, "Why on God's green earth did I let my s*s just suck me off like that!?" I kept running it through my head and I couldn't think of a single reason why I wouldn't let her blow me other than "It is i****t." That's the only thing that held me and her apart in my mind.
I left the bathroom with a single thought in my head. "How can I get into her pants?" I had no clue as to where to even start. I kept it going through my head as to what I would do. I would romance her, I would just take it, I would take my time and wait... The list I formulated was nothing like me. I couldn't come up with an easy way of getting into her pants when she had just simply walked up and took what she so obviously wanted while I laid on the couch... Oh the memories I'll have of that blowjob!
I had to get my mind right so I grabbed my fishing poles and headed down to the pond. It wasn't a big pond, but it gave me a enough room to think and there were a few spots that were well shaded enough that I could remain comfortable nearly all day. I was not a big guy by any means but if I were any larger I wouldn't be able to fit in my favorite little "secret" hole. This tiny spot was a magnet to big fish. I could pull 8 and 9 pound bass out of here all day and not get bored.
I had a pack of cigarettes and a tackle box full of new baits I wanted to try out so I knew I would be here a while. I heard the fence rattle so I knew someone was coming over from the apartment complex to either fish or feed the ducks. The fence is only a few feet high, more designed to be an annoyance than a stop to people coming over to fish. The "Backyard Pond" group had decided to put the fence up by our complex because our landlord didn't want to pay to have someone mow the grass there. Needless to say it was a stupid reason.
I was looking over at the front of the pond to see who had come over the fence when a hand on my shoulder had jerked me back to reality!
"SHIT!" I half yelled, half gasped out.
"I'm sorry Mikey, I didn't mean to scare you. It's just that-"
"We haven't talked since this morning, I know Jules." I couldn't help but look down. She was more intimidating to me than any Drill Instructor ever had been. Julie has a softness that makes you scared to hurt her, a passion that can scare you and a heart of gold. This can make her very naive at times, but nonetheless beautiful.
"Look if you are upset at me I'll understand, I'll just leave you to your fish and go back home." She seemed so sad, like I had hurt her.
This nearly tore a whole in my chest. I never wanted to hurt my s****r, I loved her more than anything and I would never hurt her purposely. I guess me not saying anything to her for the rest of the day had affected her more than I knew.
"No, stay please Jules, we should probably spend a bit more time together eh?"
She smiled a bit and sat in the grass next to me. She was wearing a pair of short denim shorts, not so short that it made her look slutty but god she looked good in them. Half way down her thighs and a little plaid shirt on with it. Her shirt was a buttoned up to just under her collarbone. Letting enough of her skin show to entice but not enough to be thought of as cheap.
She sat next to me and started rambling on about this morning, about what it was like for her. All I could think of was "Dear God woman you are amazing!"
"Mike, I want you to know that I wouldn't have done it if I didn't really love you. I really do, you have always been so good to me. You were always so good to me and mom. I just hope you know it wasn't ever forgotten. The day you left for Boot my heart was broken. I hated seeing you leave because as much trouble as I gave you, I always loved you so much."
"Stop, just stop a minute please!!!" I was trying to wrap my mind around what all she was saying. "Look I know you love me, that was never a question. I know you cared for me. I just am having a rough time with this whole b*****r s****r lover thing, I mean it's just... So wrong!"
I know that this must've hurt her deep because she started to turn her head away.
"Julie, I love you so much and if you are wondering if I look down on you at all because of this morning I don't. What you did for me was incredible. It's just I don't want this to be something we jump into and end up hurting worse. I never want your heart broken because of me, and I know it's already happened once. I know that it isn't right of me to ask you to wait after this morning. I know that. I just need you to let me think it out, okay?"
"Mike, I'll give you the time you need. Please just remember that it's killing me inside not knowing. I'm going back to the apartment, I'll have dinner ready in about an hour."
Watching her get up out of the grass and leave without a kiss goodbye or anything was the weirdest feeling. Inside I was so conflicted. My heart wanted nothing more than to chase her down and hold her and kiss her. I never wanted anything so badly in my life.
I went back inside about 45 minutes later to take a hot shower and get ready for dinner. I put my fishing stuff in the spare closet and went got a pair of jeans and a white t out of the suitcase I was using for some of my spare clothes. I went into the bathroom and got the water running, brushed my teeth while the water heater sorted itself out. We had older appliances and sometimes the water took a few minutes to heat up. I always knew that it wouldn't be so quick so it gave me time to brush my teeth, shave and get a look at my ragged self before getting in the shower.
I washed my hands with toothpaste first to get rid of the fish oils on my hands (this is in no way a lie or an endorsement, but Colgate toothpaste rocks for getting rid of the smell of fish on your hands!) I hopped in the shower and let the water just run over me for a second. Letting the water rinse the tensions out of my body.
After vigorously washing the strain of the day off my body, I got out and dried off. I left the shower to find my s****r true to her word. Dinner was indeed ready, mom and her were chattering away about how her day at the cleaners went. I smiled and realized just how much I loved the banality of life. How these two just lived and got through things without having to struggle through a simple conversation like I did was amazing and a bit amusing to me. Don't know why... Never have figured that out. An advertisement for a new movie came on and Julie immediately laughed.
"What?!" I asked out of instinct more than genuine curiosity.
"Look at the main actor!" She was still giggling.
"Oh hell, are you serious!?" I knew immediately that this was never going to be lived down. The poor bastard and I looked undeniably alike. I knew this was the beginning of the end for me. Her and mom loved giving me hell over random things like this. Letting me know I could have done better than the Military, I could have been famous or something.
"I look nothing like him. He has brown hair and I have auburn hair!" I stated like a moron. Just trying to play it up at this point.
"Shut up! You look just like him and you know it!!!"
"No I don't, I wear a high'n'tight! He has some kinda dumb little fade!"
We all started laughing like idiots. It was at that moment I realized just how much I loved my s****r. I stopped laughing for a minute and finished my plate of spaghetti.
"Anyways, I'm not good at memorizing stuff. I'd never be a good actor! I do however know one thing I'm good at... See y'all later, I'm heading to the pond!"
I took my plate out to the kitchen and rinsed it off a bit. I looked in the sink after getting it all washed off. I shook my head as I realized just how ordered my life had been at Boot Camp. I had even carried a few things home with me. I had not only rinsed the plate, the fork, my glass... I had unknowingly washed them and put them in the clean side of the sink. My mother would probably die of a heart attack knowing that I had done a dish!
"Well mom, you got your wish! I finally did something other than manual labor." I announced proudly as I walked into the living room.
My mom looked at me with her head cocked off to the side. "Oh lord, Michael, if you broke something I will end you!"
"I broke something, a record, 20 some odd years without doing a dish, I finally did one for ya!"
We all descended into laughter once more as I grabbed my fishing poles and headed out the door with a quick I love you to my mom and s*s.
I sat back on the bank next to my favorite little fishing hole with my lure sitting lamely in the water. I wasn't even trying to catch anything while I sat there. I was just enjoying the evening sky.
Letting the hours pass until darkness when I would go home and fall asl**p on the couch watching re-runs of whatever sitcom was on at the moment.
I was once again jarred to reality when Julie sat beside me and scared me half to death. She was getting good at sneaking up on me without even knowing it!
"Mike, are you alright. You haven't been very talkative at all today." She seemed genuinely concerned.
"Yeah, I'm good. Just relaxing. What's up?"
"Can I use this one?" She asked pointing at the pole that was sitting unused.
"Sure, knock yourself out. Just be careful you don't hook yourself." I smiled as I watched her do exactly as I had done and just let the line sit out on the water.
She had this concentrated look on her face. Her nose wrinkled up a bit. She had a cute little button nose and when she wrinkled it up the way she had it made me smile a bit. It looked so comical her sitting there staring at the bait that she was obviously not doing anything to. Just letting it sit there.
"This is stupid. Why aren't they biting, you catch them all day here!"
"Well, reel it in slowly..." I smiled knowing what was about to happen.
"Are you sure? Your bait is just sitting there too!"
"I'm not trying to catch anything other than a nap." I said with a little hint of laughter to my voice.
"Oh!" She started slowly reeling in the little crank bait I had on the line.
"MIKE!!! I think I have one!!" She seemed so surprised.
I watched as she fought what was obviously a good sized bass. It hopped out of the water and she kept on reeling it in as fast as she could. "Mike help me!"
I was laughing at her as she fought the fish into the the little spot we were sitting. When she finally got it up on the bank she dropped the rod and kinda shrieked. "Get it off, get it off!!!"
I did so quickly enough that I knew she had to be impressed by the muscle memory that went into the simple act of taking a hook out of a fishes mouth. I held it out to her. She had just landed a 7 pound Largemouth.
"EW!" She scrunched her face up. She was always the girly girl.
I put the fish back in the pond and we started finally talking.
"Julie, set the rod down for a minute. I want to talk."
She sat beside me and laid out as I had been. She turned on her side to face me.
"You know if we go down this path we have to be sure right?"
"Yes Mikey, I know." She seemed scared of what I was saying.
"You know that I love you right?" I asked plainly.
"Yes, and I love you so much"
"Good, then in my mind it's settled. Hopefully you don't have a boyfriend that we are going to piss off!" I laughed knowing full well she didn't. She might just jumped out of her skin if it were possible she was so excited. "Grab that rod and let's head inside." I picked up my tackle box and rod and went back into the house.
We watched a few episodes of some sitcom. So much had changed for us. Hopefully this was what we needed to have. I really prayed that this was going to be what we wanted!
We all said our good nights and mom and Julie went to bed. They each had come over and gave me a hug and kiss. One from a mother, one from a lover. Thankfully our mom didn't notice Julie reach down and pinch my butt behind her back!
That would have been hard to explain!
I slept truly good for the first night in ages!!
When I woke up I had my cup of coffee and sat down on the couch. I took the blankets off and read the morning news. I still enjoyed the funny papers and enjoyed working my way there through the random news articles.
I noticed the water running in the kitchen. Julie was up. I walked into the kitchen and was shocked to see her there. She was wearing a set of pj bottoms and a sexy little top. "WOW!"
She turned and laughed. "Never thought I'd get that out of you!"
I walked over and wrapped my arms around her. Smiling I leaned down and kissed her, feeling her perky tits against my chest through our clothes. I could smell her hair, her neck seemed so soft. Her hands on my hips as I kissed her... Needless to say I had gotten an insane hardon from just kissing her.
She noticed and leaned down and jokingly patted the head of my dick through my pants, "Hello to you too!"
I smiled and picked her up in my arms. I kissed her passionately. I felt her pressing her lips against mine just as rough as I was hers. I carried her to her bedroom and laid her down gently. We laid there kissing for a few minutes before she pushed back against me.
"Mike, I love you, more than anything, but if you keep kissing me like this and don't do anything about it... I'll kill you!!" She said with the most insane look of desire in her beautiful eyes!
I kissed her and made her wait just a minute more. I leaned back up and pulled her top off of her. God her tits were more amazing nude than they were in that sexy ass top she was wearing! Her nipples were extremely hard. I kissed down her neck to her nipples and started sucking on them one by one. While I sucked on one I teased the other between my fingers.
I worked my free hand down under her pj's and started gently working my fingers over her clit. She started moaning into my ear. I sat back up and pulled her pants down, I dove straight for my target. I saw her swollen lips and I knew immediately she wanted me as bad as I did her. I spread them between my fingers a bit and started to lick along her lips. She was moaning and gyrating her hips a bit. I felt her hands on the back of my head as I started licking her clit. Her little bud was hard and soaking. Her entire pussy seemed to have just been drenched. God she tasted so sweet. It was obviously still a pussy I was eating but it wasn't... raunchy, it was obviously a well cared for little cunt. I slide my fingers inside her while she was moaned and jerked on the bed. God she was tight. I didn't think she was a virgin at this point but I looked up at her puzzled. I knew she had boyfriends who had that reputation of not taking no for an answer.
"I saved it for you Mikey, you have no clue how long I've wanted you!"
As soon as she said that I melted. I climbed on top of her and kissed her. She seemed to devour my tongue. She wanted to taste herself on my mouth. I freed myself from my pants and gently rubbed my dick up and down her swollen lips.
"God I love you hun!" I managed to moan out! I had chills run up and down my spine as she gently pulled my hips into hers.
"Mikey, I love you too. Please be gentle with me." She had a little tremble to her voice, but it was one not of fear. I think for the first time she was letting me see how vulnerable she was with me. How off her guard she was for me.
I gently slid my head in and she started shuddering, God she was tight. I felt her pussy start clenching as I worked my shaft slowly in and out of her. I felt it reach her hymen and she looked at me.
"Mmmm go ahead Mikey, it's okay. I'm ready for you."
With that I pulled out and pressed past her cherry. I felt her wince a bit and I waited for her to be ready again. She surprised me and started gyrating under me. Moving her hips hard against my hard dick. I immediately started thrusting in and out of her, not fucking her senselessly but genuinely making love to her. I had my arms under her, my hands on her shoulders. I pulled her down onto my hard cock harder and harder. I knew we were both about to cum. I knew I was close from the tingling in my balls. I knew she was close from the guttural moans and grunts coming from her lips.
"Unghhh MMMMMM F-f-f-ff-FUCK!!!!!" With that she clenched down hard and it sent me over the edge, I could feel her clenching and releasing on my cock as I shot my seed deep inside her.
We laid there panting for a minute or two. I laid my head on her shoulder and gingerly rolled off and out of her. We laid side by side until she got up and ran to the bathroom. "Be back in a minute!!!" She yelled over her shoulder.
I laughed at what I heard next. "Jesus Mikey, how much did you shoot up in there!? HOLY FUCK ITS STILL COMING OUT!"
At this I started cackling like an immature school boy!
I knew I had just given her a load but I guess I lost it a bit more than I knew.
When she finally came out and I saw the look on her face as she saw the red stain on her sheets I knew I was in for it! These were her favorite sheets and they were damn near irreplaceable! Thank GOD for the military being good about paying on time.
"Don't worry. I'll get you new ones!" I said reassuringly as possible. "Just get dressed and we will go get something to eat then we will go to the store and pick you up a new set!"
She just laughed at me when I said this.
"You are so cute when you are trying to keep from having your ass chewed. You know that right?"
"Oh you suck! I thought you were mad." I said dumbly. "Just for that, no new sheets!" We laughed and play fought a bit before we decided it was best if we got dressed and got rid of the evidence of our indiscretions.
After a quick bite at a local diner we went into the little strip mall. There were a few stores that sold sheets, but one that had a really nice selection of silk ones that I thought would make up for the ruined set at the house. I bought her a set of black silk ones that she went positively gaga over.
"I love them Mike!" She had this look of awe on her face.
I quickly tore off the price tag. I knew she wouldn't want me to spend much on them and these weren't exactly cheap.
Well... at least I knew there wouldn't be any bl**d on this set!
After doing a bit more shopping and picking up a few things for myself and renting a few movies we headed back to the house.
We got home and spent the rest of the day watching movies and relaxing on the couch. It was nice feeling like a "normal" couple for a bit before mom got home.
That night ended just as the previous had. We sat watched tv and ate dinner. We all said goodnight and fell asl**p...
To me this wasn't just another day, it was OUR day. I smiled at the thought and fell into the most peaceful sl**p I could ask for.
I've had quite the rough week by some people's standards. This would easily measure up with one of the most psychotic weeks of my life. Not even the Crucible week of Bootcamp could compare. I have found out that I am in love with my s****r, received a blow job from her, performed various sexual acts with her and am now getting ready to leave her behind as I rejoin my fellow Marines at SOI!
God what a life! I am able to figure out anything and everything there is to know about fighting and shooting weapons and stuff of that nature. I can finesse a finicky fish into biting a bait when they aren't hungry. I can even sing quite well when I feel the music. Unfortunately I cannot figure out feelings whatsoever. I have always been horrible at wordplay and never have been accused of sharing my emotions vocally, very well that is!
I am quite capable of wearing my emotions on my back and letting my feelings get the best of me when I am in a heated situation but I never was good at figuring them out. I finally learned a little bit about them when I had to leave my s****r as my ride showed up to take me to the airport. Me and a few friends had decided to just take a taxi to the airport together.
After a very saddening farewell to my new lover we all made our way to the airport in relative silence. No small talk, no questions as to what we are facing, no one trying to outwit or outdo the other with wild stories. No we were all quite apprehensive about what we were going to go through. The taxi van driver probably thought we were getting ready to be deployed because she told us no charge, mind you this was for a 45 minute ride to a very busy airport. She was either exceptionally patriotic or sympathetic, either way we were grateful and when the others had gotten their stuff and started off to the airport I left a generous tip for her kindness.
She smiled and accepted it and left rather hastily. When we all found our gate and sat down I took a moment to think about all the things that had happened the past week and what would my next few months with limited contact with my s****r truly entail. We were talking by this point and the usual banal conversation left me quite bored. I wandered our little area of the airport for a bit looking at pictures of the local pro-football team and some of the other random posters that were around.
I wondered what it must be like to be famous and rich. I know it must be better than what my f****y and I suffered growing up. Not knowing whether or not we would have electricity because we couldn't pay the bill every month. This is not to say that we were unhappy. Quite the contrary. I was rather happy with most things of my life. I had a few books I would read when bored and all the fishing equipment a guy could ask for. I know my mom only got me these things when she really had a penny or two she could spare and a lot of it I bought myself with money saved from lawn care during the summers.
I lived well enough all things considered.
I was brought back to life when I heard the airport intercom calling out and then realized it was time for me to board. I grabbed my bags and headed to join the rest of my friends at the front of the line. We had dropped a few extra bucks to fly first class to base.
It was nice for once. Having people actually asking how we were and making small talk with us like we weren't less than they were. I enjoyed the conversation quite a good bit. It made me smile. I think other than talking with my s****r this was the first time I had smiled the entire trip as one of the guys said, "See Mike's not dead, he isn't a complete hardass either!"
We all had a laugh then went back to our conversation. A few minutes into the flight and I was asl**p and dreaming of the day I would get back home.
When I jerked awake to the sound of wheels screeching on the runway I knew it was time for me to stop dreaming and to get back to reality. I gathered my belongings and got me and the boys a taxi to base. It took us maybe five minutes to get there. When we were all at the admin office they told us we would need to book a room for the night so we did and split the total cost amongst us. It was about 15 bucks for the group.
That night sl**p did not come easily, I spoke to my lover and when she was tearfully hanging up the phone I realized just how hard this was going to be.
When I woke the next morning to get my things and head into the admin office I felt like my life had ended. The world around me was dropping like a ton of bricks. I couldn't find my paperwork at first then I couldn't find my cigs. Life was not looking good.
I hate when I misplace things and this is probably due to me not having a clue 90% of the time. I finally got everything together and headed down stairs to meet up with the rest of the guys and to hand in my key and put my stuff in the taxi cab. I decided not to wait on the guys and head off for my first time alone to the base. I got there and got myself checked in. Did all of the pre-screening paperwork and sat and waited my turn for my piss test.
After finally successfully urinating in the cup (I have serious bladder shyness) and turning everything in that needed to be turned in I went to a small hanger like room with the rest of the guys from my unit and got changed into my camo uniform. We had to wear our service uniforms until that point and it was nice to be out of those itchy things. We were issued our linens and such for the squad bay we would be staying in until the completion of School of Infantry.
I was happy that this time we didn't get the old nasty itchy blanket and instead got a rather comfortable blanket for whilst we were in barracks. I knew that this little creature comfort would go a long way in keeping me sane over the next few months. I finished up with some of the stuff we had to do and got my bed made up, my locker organized and some of my personal belongings put up. I also managed to sneak a smoke break in the middle of all the madness. It was nice being able to just tell someone I was heading out for a smoke before the shit hit the proverbial fan.
The next day we went out, got our vaccines, our rifles, NVG's and some other odds and ends. I was issued a M249 SAW and loved it. I was a coveted individual amongst my group. The only downfall was having to share my weapon with my "A-Gunner." We had to swap weapons during certain events so he would know how to use it. I understood the need for this and it didn't bug me too horribly.
We went through a few physical fitness tests, basic marksmanship drills, fire and movement drills and other little events before starting the one event that was on all our minds.
Close Quarters Combat or CQB!
We went out to the MOUT town and got ready for the first day of Military Operations on Urban Terrain training. We went through the basics of door to door. Stair clearing, room clearing and stuff like that. It was pretty much the same straight forward and common sense approach, do it loud and vicious. We did very well at that.
The first week we did it with blanks and no rounds whatsoever. The second week was what we looked forward to. A full on CQB simulation. We were going to experience an ambush from a building and we were going to have to take it. We made it through the first week without incident and started our second week.
We obviously couldn't use live rounds on one another so we used Simunition which is a form of chalk round. We all called them "Satan's Blueberries" because of the blue chalk they fired. It looked like a hellatious blue berry. I found out first hand how bad they were.
I was on my way up the stairs when I heard a crack and felt something warm run down my cheek and into my mouth. I heard the sound of plastic shattering and felt my left side of my face rip open. I could feel the bl**d from above my eye trickling to my lips. I could taste the iron, smell the mud on the floor as I landed face down staring at my buddy's boots. I could hear people yelling incoherently and then it was nothing.
I awoke to blackness. Sheer utter blackness. Like all the lights had been cut off in the universe. I knew it was light outside because I could hear birds. I could hear people moving around me even though I didn't recognize any voices. I called out and heard the last thing I had ever expected.
"HELP!!!" I screamed out, "For the love of all that's holy someone help me here!"
"Mikey please don't worry, you'll be fine, they just had to put some bandage wraps over your eyes."
"Julie?" I'd recognize her voice anywhere. "Wha-What are you doing here?"
"They called me and told me there had been an accident and that I needed to come to the hospital on base. Apparently someone shot you in the eye with a chalk round." She said with a note of dissatisfaction in her voice.
"I'm sorry s*s. I should have been more careful. I wasn't paying close enough attention." I said feeling awful for the trouble I had caused her.
"Mike, don't feel bad, it's not your fault!" She said quickly. "Just relax and get some rest for me please?" I noted the questioning voice.
I raised my hand at the side of the bed and turned it so she could easily hold it. "Only if you will hold my hand until I sl**p!" She laughed and I immediately felt her fingers wrapped around my hand. They were so soft and warm, I could feel the ridges on them. The bumps of her knuckles. The way her skin had kept its tightness.
I smiled and passed out nearly immediately after whispering, "I love you hun."
The next day I awoke with the bandages off and a heavy feeling on my belly. I looked down and found her asl**p on my stomach. The doctor who had just walked into the room looked unhappy but said nothing about it.
"What's up with my eyes doc? When can I get back to training?"
"You can't, there's been more than one complication and it looks like your left eye will never fully recover."
"But, but, how am I supposed to help my f****y? This is all I know. I can't feed them on lawn care money!" I know I must have sounded half crazy at the time after just being shot in the face by a piece of chalk flying out of a barrel of an M16.
"Son, you'll have to accept it sooner rather than later but your eye is not going to meet military standards! You will just have to go elsewhere and get a new career!" He said with such a tone of sympathy that I couldn't be mad at him or the one that had been responsible for putting my eye out.
I asked him how long until I would be out and he proudly informed me that my unit had taken care of my military gear and had gotten me a bit of a farewell gift. A letter of recommendation from everyone in my squad bay and the instructor that had shot me to any police f***e I wanted to join.
I broke down at this. I never knew any of them really gave a shit. It was at this point my A-Gunner Vargas walked in. He was a 3rd Generation Latino American with a very thick accent. He came in and sat in the chair next to my s****r. He handed me an envelope and told, "Just open it later bud, you'll have to understand why we all got you this particular gift when you get out and have to start over. You were our comic relief on base when we weren't allowed to leave on the weekends and it meant a lot to us."
"Thanks Vargas but if it's money I'm kicking your ass personally!" I laughed and gave him a one armed hug. I noticed something on my arm and looked up at him, "How did I get this cut?"
"You got that when you fell over on top of me and jerked my knife out of it's sheath on accident man. I swear it was like a scene from a bad movie or something. I had never seen so much bl**d, I really am glad you made it through all this. For the past few weeks we were worried when they said that you weren't waking up from the surgery." He said as he looked down at the ground.
"Hey I'll be all good b*o, don't worry bout nothin. You know this old redneck will be fine!" They all called me Grandpa because of me being the oldest one in our squad bay outside of the instructors.
"Shit dude, just get a job as a cop and don't deport my ass!"
Me and Vargas lived three blocks away from one another in a little hick town for most of our lives so I knew the trouble some of his f****y had with the law. I won't say that some of it wasn't brought on by themselves. It was. He had a few f****y members that weren't there legally living in his house so I knew he was worried about that at all times.
After a few hours of playing catch up with him and one or two of the other guys that had come in I let them talk me into going out to the bar one last time before going home.
I promised that as soon as I was up and out of the hospital I would go and have one last good night out. Even if that meant staying in at the squad bay with them.
After two more days of sitting in the bed the same Doctor that had passed along the good news, came in and handed me a few papers to sign and an envelope. "These are all those letters I told you about. They handed them all to me and told me under no circumstances were you to leave without it!" He smiled. "I guess they liked you a lot cutty." He laughed and I shook my head.
Over the first few weeks on the base I earned the name "Cutty" because I would give the guys their hair cuts for a few bucks cheaper than the base barbershop.
After getting a few more little odds and ends done I left the hospital with my s****r and headed over to the barracks. I had a new lease on life and an envelope in my pocket of God knows what in my back pocket.
"Guys look what the reaper dragged in!!!" I yelled as I walked into the barracks. I was instantly swarmed by guys who were just plain happy I was alive. It was going to be hard to leave this behind. The fellowship we shared was more than anyone could ask for. I miss them like one would miss a b*****r that had left and not come back.
As we said our goodbyes I learned that we would be unable to do a bar night since they had to be up at 2AM for some kind of field op that I was going to be missing out on. I smiled and laughed and walked out the door, into a taxi, and on my way home. My s****r and I never let go of each others hand the entire ride to the airport. I never felt so at ease in my life.
"Mike? What's in that envelope Vargas gave you in the hospital?" She asked quietly.
"I don't know but I'm sure it will be something worth opening when we get home." I said and let her place her head softly on my shoulder. I left the base with a sense of happiness and a small scar in my left eye brow that I wear to this day.
We boarded a plane bound for home and slept for most of the ride.
"Mike, we're here. Wake up silly people will think we are married or something if you keep drooling on me like that!" Julie was beckoning me back to life and to my senses.
I groggily got to my feet retrieved our bags and got off the plane. We got into yet another taxi and made our way to the apartment. When I got home it was nearly dinner time and I was seriously feeling the hunger in my stomach sawing into me. I searched the cupboards and pantry for something to eat and settled on a bowl of Ramen noodles.
I ate one then another bowl and decided to check out my "Gift" from the boys.
I opened the envelope and immediately dropped it.
"JULIE!" I screamed, "JULIE come quick! This is unbelievable." I was beside myself at the contents of the package.
Julie ran into the room and I just handed to her. She looked inside and then back up at me. "Have you counted it yet?"
"No, want to do it with me?" I asked her.
We set to work on the contents of the envelope which I soon learned was meant to be used to get me a decent apartment and pay the rent and utilities for a few months while I got back on my feet.
The total was well over five thousand dollars and I was shocked. Shocked is no where near enough of a good word for what me and Julie found.
I took the money and put it in my billfold and left it there. I told her that I would get us an apartment so that we could ease the cost of living on our mom. She couldn't keep paying for her and Julie, it was too much and we both knew it.
After more than a few phone calls and emails I finally heard back from an apartment complex not far from mom and Julie. They wanted first and last months rent and a security deposit. I talked them into 4 months rent and no security deposit.
I know it seems odd that I would do it like that but it seemed safer to me. I also knew they wouldn't argue with money. After filling out the paperwork and putting both mine and Julie's name on the apartment I smiled and looked as they had given us a two bedroom apartment for the price of a one bedroom place. I looked at her and laughed. "You'll have your own room! No need to share space now!" I giggled at her.
She slyly whispered in my ear, "Too bad, I was hoping to share the bed with a sexy Marine!"
I gulped, "You know, I always wanted a smoking room!"
"Thought you'd see it my way." She smiled at her own personal victory.
I called mom and let her know that we would be moving out yet again. This time it would leave her by herself and wanted to let her know that it would be alright.
"Mom, we just want to make it easier on you where you are at now. I know you don't want to say anything but you can't keep supporting Julie and I." I said with pain in my voice.
"Oh you stop it Michael. You two are my favorite people in the world and that's that. If you wanted to stay I wouldn't say no and you know it!" She chastised me for acting like I was a burden. "Besides won't you need alone time? With Julie being there you won't be able to bring any women home you know!?"
"I know mom, it's fine the way it is. Besides she's enough to keep me company for now. I like having her around." I said quickly enough.
"Alright, you two go and have fun. If you ever need money for rent let me know please!" She said in a quiet tone. She knew she wouldn't be able to help me much until she got herself caught up and I told her about the gift I had gotten.
I didn't tell her however about me also paying up her rent for a few months in advance.
She found out on the first of the next month though when the land lord told her that she didn't owe anything and I don't think I had ever heard someone cry so hard in my life. She was so happy that she had come over with a full course meal ready for me and Julie.
"Thank you so much Mike. I didn't know you had even thought of doing that for me." She sobbed into my shoulder. "I'll pay it back to you when I can. I-"
"Now mom, if I can't do something nice without you having to pay me back I'm not much of a son now am I?" I gave her a hug and she went back home worry free for the first time in a long time.
By this time I had gotten the job as a police department adviser and was working close to 40 hours a week. This left me little time to think as I would often get called in on days off. I liked the hours and the money was good. Julie was busy with some school stuff and her part time job so we didn't have a lot of time to be close.
Weekends, however, were a different story. We had a queen sized bed that got put to good use and with the weekend just beginning I woke up with a smile.
With Julie asl**p next to me I quietly eased myself out of bed and into the bathroom. I quickly did my thing and returned to bed. She was still fast asl**p so I thought I would have a little fun with her.
I laid beside her and watched her breathing, making sure to take in every rise and fall of her chest. Watching the way her nipples moved the sheet she was laying under slightly with every breath. I laid a finger gently on her nipple and ran it slowly in circles around her sensitive semi hard nipple. She moaned a little in her sl**p and I let my other hand slide down her body. I felt the little gap between her legs warming up a bit. I figured she was obviously enjoying it even if she didn't know it quite yet. I let a finger brush gently over her clit and rub up and down her soft lips. I felt her lips moistening and could see her chest rising and falling a bit faster. It wasn't until I slid a finger inside her that she woke up. She shot straight up and this unintentionally worked out to my benefit as the motion of her movement had caused my finger to brush against her g-spot. She moaned loudly and slammed back into the mattress.
"Ugnhhh Mikey!! What the fuck are you, mmm, doing. Fuck it. I don't c-c-c-care just don't stop." I loved it when she talked dirty like this to me. "Finger fuck me faster! Fuck my tiny little pussy." She was moaning and bucking against my hand so I removed my finger and replaced it with my tongue. I slid it up and down across her clit and gently probed her hole with it.
"I love you Julie." I moaned out in between licking her clit and probing her tight little pussy. I slid a finger deeper into her pussy than my tongue could ever hope to reach and started thrusting in and out of her faster and harder than she was probably expecting. I felt her warm puffy lips start to get absolutely drenched and I knew she was close so I started licking around and over her clit faster and added another finger to her hungry cunt.
"Mike, Mike, MIKEY!!!" She yelled out as she came all over my face and hands. "Fuck that was great, my turn!" She smiled and pushed me down on the mattress.
I felt her hands reach for my throbbing hard cock. When they hit pay dirt she started stroking me fast and hard. I felt her lips immediately wrap around my mushroom head and start bobbing fast up and down on me. Making the most delicious sucking noise. I felt my dick start to jump as she started teasing my balls with one fingernail.
"Julie, mmmmm fuck, hun get on top of me! I want you to ride me until I cum."
She happily obliged and climbed on my waiting dick. I felt her wet pussy slide easily up and down my pole. I moaned out and started thrusting up into her. Meeting her down thrust with my up. She started to grind while doing this and that sent me over the edge. I came hard and fast inside her warm little hole as she screamed out in the midst of her second orgasm. I felt her trembling in my arms and I laughed knowing that this was the start of a great weekend!
I awoke to the all to familiar feeling of having the heaviness of my s****r's head on my stomach. I take a moment to study the way her hair lays on my stomach right below my sternum. I see her head lightly rise and fall with my breathing. The highlights in her hair, the way it is layered gently, the fullness of her hair. The way even when she is sl**ping and doing absolutely nothing to fix it up for me.
I start to study her shoulders and back. Years of marching band has given her very strong shoulders. Her back is very well toned. If I didn't know better I'd say that she had done a lot of competitive swimming. Her figure is still toned after not doing marching band for the past year.
After just watching her sl**p I decide its time for my morning ritual. Gently pulling her up off of me and laying her back on the bed so that she doesn't wake. Unlike me she is a very heavy sl**per. I make it to the bathroom and begin my day. Even though I don't shave daily anymore I notice the stubble is too long for even my liking and decide that a "Three day beard" is too much even for me.
I take my time enjoying the feeling of warm water and shaving cream lathered on my face. I can feel the stubble being cut from my face with every sc**** of the blade and decide that later on I am going to go out and buy a new razor. Little trivial things like this really don't matter all that much in most people's minds but to me this is a major deal as I don't go out too much seeing as I have developed a bit of a complex about the scar above my eye. It isn't really noticeable but I always fear someone will see it and judge me for it. I never have had confidence issues regarding my face and I don't know why I do now. I decide that it's just me settling into my new skin even though it's been months since "That day!"
I finish shaving and take a moment to use the bathroom before showering. After finishing my ritual I climb out of the shower and wipe down the mirror with a warm washrag. I am still half awake and the image I see scares me to being overly alert in half a second. After screaming out of shock I turn and notice it's just my love standing behind me.
"Damnit Julie, if I didn't know better I'd say you were trying to finish what my instructors started!" I laugh and give her a hug and kiss.
"Mmmm good morning to you too jerk!" She smiles and wraps her arms around me. "Why didn't you wake me?"
"Figured you needed a bit more sl**p after last night." I reply nonchalantly. "Want to go out to the store with me later on? I need to pick up some razors and such."
"Your going out?" She says with a note of surprise.
I normally wouldn't go out thanks to my little reminder of my military service.
"Yeah, I suppose I can't be a complete shut in for the rest of my days. Won't do me any good would it?" I laugh and close my eyes, "Besides how would it look you picking up my razors without me being there? People would think you've found yourself a man!"
We share a small laugh and I notice something on her face. It's not the normal happy go lucky face she normally sports.
"Whats wrong hun?" I ask immediately. We've been together long enough that I know that look more than well enough.
"What you said..."
"About being with a guy?" I start to feel a bit down. We haven't had this talk and I knew it would be coming. I knew she would want to go out or something so it wouldn't look weird her never seeing anyone or me never seeing anyone. "I've told you, if you want to go out to keep up the appearance go ahead, I don't mind and I trust you enough to make good decisions."
"Mike, I'm going to college. They have on campus living for couples and I would love it if you would come with me. No one would know us there and it would be good for you! Besides we look differently enough no one would ever guess!" She sounds so excited at this news.
"Well... we need to figure out how we are going to get it all past mom. I'll have to find a job down there." I feel so hesitant after hearing all she wants. I know it's selfish but I like my hometown. It's quiet. Slow moving and just perfect for me.
The college she mentioned going to is in the middle of a metropolitan area and not my cup of tea at ALL. I hate big city life and all of it's inconveniences. No living space or any place quiet to just relax. Don't get me wrong, I love visiting big cities from time to time. I just prefer to have my own space.
"Mikey, you could get on at any police department. Besides with dorm living I wouldn't get to see you very often." She starts sounding more and more down.
"Okay, well, let's look into what the campus housing looks like then and see what we can do. What do we have to do to prove we are a couple. Do we have to have a marriage license or anything?"
"No, our ID's have the same last name so that will be enough. I already have all the info for you. Here come in the living room. They already accepted me into the uni so it isn't like I have to do anything more. Just prove that you want to come stay with me while I go to school."
I look though all the information they gave her and it looks straightforward enough. I call the office and ask how soon we can move in. It's still June and I don't want to get ahead of myself.
I find out we can move in the first week of August. This gives me plenty of time to decide where I want to work and whether or not I want to stay in the police f***e. I know my Chief would gladly sign any letter of recommendation I give him and it would be nothing to get me to a new department that is looking for a new analyst or adviser.
I settle on just going to the precinct downtown and applying there.
After a series of interviews they have me set up to start working with them pending a letter from my chief the second week of August.
Time flies by and we are packing our bags. We move to the college campus, get packed into our apartment. After just a few hours of hard work we get everything moved in and start setting up.
I lay back on the couch after we get it all done and she asks what I want for supper.
"We still have those steaks?" I ask quietly.
"Yeah, want those?" She says with a bit of a hop in her voice. I don't know why she seems so happy today. I guess it's her going to college has gotten her happier than I knew.
"Sure, medium-rare please!" I walk into the kitchen and pull a beer from the fridge, after popping the top and throwing it in the trash bin I head out on the patio.
One thing I have to give the place is it does have a helluva view of the football stadium. This will be a perk.
I immediately start day dreaming of game day parties that I will get to relax and enjoy. I know that the fun will be short lived but I don't mind dreaming while I can. I sit out on the patio and listen to our steaks cook. I can practically taste the juicy goodness that is about to entertain my taste buds for the next few hours.
I head back inside to see why she must have been so happy. She's wearing her new apron. Nothing else just her apron.
I never knew there could be anything so sexy that it would make me drop a beer. She changed me that day. Knowing I would be able to see that for the rest of my life! I distinctly remember hearing a bottle break but I don't know where from. I remember picking her up and carrying her into the room.
I don't know how long her apron stayed on but it couldn't have been long. I pushed her legs up over her head and crawled down till my face was right against her inner thigh. I let my tongue flick out and taste her clit. I flick it over and around her tiny little bud. Knowing that this was probably her biggest turn on drove me even more mad. I could taste her juices running back and into my throat. I could smell that sweet smell of her tiny little cunt. I spread her lips and pushed two fingers inside. I could feel her hips bucking against my fingers.
"Ungghhh yea Mikey, mmm fuck eat me baby, eat me!" I hear her moaning.
I suck her clit into my mouth while finger fucking her pussy. I slide my fingers further and further inside her. Feeling her shuddering and bucking against me.
"Harder, mmmm fuck harder Mikeeeyyyyy!!!"
I feel her pussy tighten up on my fingers and then the release of what feels like gallons of her cum.
I stand beside her on the bed and undo my pants. She's still in her post orgasmic comatose state until I slide the head of my dick inside her. I push her legs down to one side and start thrusting hard and deep inside her.
Her eyes pop open and she starts moaning louder and harder than I had ever heard from her before. I had yet to fuck her with her legs pushed together and I knew immediately why she was having this kind of reaction. With as tight as this made her tiny little cunt I was almost ready to cum as soon as I started thrusting in and out of her. I felt her start climaxing and clenching down harder on me a second time. I moaned out and let loose with everything my balls had to offer. I felt a small trickle of my cum slide out of her and collapsed beside her on the bed.
We laid there for a few moments wordless and breathless before she went to the bathroom to clean up after our little fuck session.
"Mikey!?" I heard her call.
"I love you. Dinner will be ready in five!" She yelled back to me from the kitchen.
I grunted something about thanks and crawled out of bed. I cleaned up a bit then headed into the kitchen and sat down at the table.
"Not so fast..."
"Bottle, clean it up Mike!" She said laughing.
"Oh yeah... I knew I was forgetting something." We laughed knowing exactly who had caused that. I cleaned up the mess and mopped the floor. Making sure not to miss any pieces of broken bottle my toes might find for me later on.
After mopping the floor I picked another beer out of the fridge and sat at the table. I popped the top and tossed it in the trash and we had our first meal in our new apartment. After working out the initial moving pains I knew that we were up for a great few years here in this apartment!