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People gathered on the tarmac near the aircraft. The others from the company found their loved ones. The cargo bay door opened slowly on the C-130, and the sun was almost blinding.The other soldiers looked relaxed and happy, but I stood as rigid and seemingly unfeeling as in the field.
“Bugler! Taps!” The Sergent called.
I took my place on the side of the metal casket. The tune began, and we walked out solemnly. Two boxes emerged from the plane to the others standing at attention with a salute, my mother and sister in shock.
When war broke out in ’01, my father was called into active duty. I was only about eleven, and my sister was ten. As the years passed, I felt a longing inside me to join the military. I did it as soon as I got out of high school. I was the youngest in my senior class, being 17 not 18. I was lucky to be placed in the platoon under my father’s command. Then I noticed one more familiar face. Alex, my sister’s boyfriend and now a high school dropout, was in my company.
Those two brave men died in the line of duty. And I carried my father home that day at the airport.
Once we had finished the march procession, my mother and my sister came up to me in shock.
My sister, who I hadn’t seen in a year, had almost never looked more beautiful then she had there. She has a near hourglass figure. Her hips are almost perfectly proportioned to her 22D breasts. Her legs are long and muscular. She’s tall, about 5’10”. She has long brown hair that she has always let flow freely down her back. Her big green eyes make men melt, and her smile is the sweetest thing anyone will ever see.
“ANDREW! What happened! Where is your father?” My mom asked in complete disbelief.
I stood. Not a word escaped me.
“Where’s Alex?” Ashley asked.
“They’re both gone.” I whispered.
I looked up at them both. Mom had turned away, and Ash was crying. The only thing to make you look away from her hypnotic eyes was her running mascara. She suddenly lurched forward, and hugged me. Her grip becoming tight. Never had she been so attached. We had always been friends, but she had never shown so much affection. I thought it was the spur of the moment, and classified it as such in my mind.
The air was clear. The sky was blue, not a cloud in the sky. It’s the kind of day that makes a person happy. Ironic, an outdoor funeral for two great men taking place. As the only soldier to show up, I stayed in uniform. I stood out, but the only others were the men to administer the flags and play taps.
I had still not told the full story. I had tried my hardest to cover up my wounds, lying about the scars on my cheek near my lip. People needed to know the truth.
“Good afternoon.” I introduced, standing at the microphone. “It may not be very good. I do have a few words. I admit, I haven’t been honest about what happened. You don’t know the whole story.” I said. “The whole story, is not what you may expect. Two weeks ago, we were on final rotation in Baghdad. Activity had been low. We patrolled the crowded market streets, an average routine. Then, Staff Sergent James McHale, my father, spotted a man in the crowd. Private First Class Alex Carr and I followed him as he bounded through the streets. I tripped over myself, and lost pace. Then the fateful cry no soldier wants to hear was screamed. ‘ALLAH AKBAR!’ The man screamed. Instincts took over, and instead of pulling back my comrades, I grabbed a mother and her daughter and covered them from the blast. I felt a sting as the shrapnel entered me, and ignored it as I ran to find the two who I had left.” I said. “Alex was killed instantly. My father lay there. As I grabbed him and radioed for a medic, he looked at me. I tried to explain, but he just told me he.” I paused. “He was proud that I made the right decision. He died there. I disregarded family and friends to save someone I had never even known existed until moments before. I’m sorry.” I said. I felt myself begin to cry, and finished my speech. “One final thing. I take responsibility for the death of PFC Carr. My sister’s boyfriend had always looked up to me, and followed me into the service. I feel it’s my fault.” I said, being interrupted.
“It wasn’t your fault Andrew. My boy died serving his country. I’m proud he was able to fight with you. We don’t blame you for anything.” Said his father.
Then the bugler played taps as they were lowered into the ground. Gunshots filled the air and everyone jumped. I saluted. Then, I approached my family. My sister’s first reaction was to slap me. On the scarred side of my face. It stang, but I looked past it and into my mother’s face. She just nodded. Thats how she forgave us in this family. I felt my waist being constricted and looked down to see Ashley’s arms coming around my stomach. I heard her muffled sobs in my back. I turned myself around as best I could. I tried to move, but couldn’t. I picked her up in my arms, and carried her away.
The next morning, I rolled over in my bed and bursa escort hit a wall of hair. My eyes shot open. Ashley was right next to me, her back to me.
“Jesus Ash! What the hell are you doing in my bed!?!” I yelled at her.
“What?” She asked with a yawn. “Oh, sorry Andrew. I’m just really sad.” She said.
“That still doesn’t explain it.” I shot back.
“Well, you remember when we were little and I was always scared of thunderstorms?” She asked.
“Well, you always invited me to stay the night with you. You always made me feel safe, secure, and happy.” She said.
“Well, of course. Thats a big brother’s job. Keeping his little sis happy, safe, and secure. I didn’t think you’d still do this though.” I replied. “I know you miss dad and Alex. I don’t mind. Just tell me next time.” I said, sitting up and smiling a bit.
I could see the tears welling in her eyes, but she smiled. She leaned in and gave me a hug. I felt her hand move up and down my back once before she pushed me back.
“Where’d you get all of the scars?” She asked.
“I told everyone. I sacrificed my safety to protect a woman and her child. The frag from the bomb cut the hell out of my back.” I replied.
“Oh yeah.” She said.
I wiped the tears from her eyes, and looked at her.
“You okay?” I asked.
“Come on, let’s go downstairs.” I said as I stood up, pulling on a pair of fatigue pants.
“Carry me?” She asked, almost begging while she outstretched her arms.
I leaned down and she wrapped her arms around my neck. I grabbed underneath her knees with one arm, and her shoulders with the other. She giggled as we walked down.
“My, aren’t you two happy.” Mom said.
“We’re just remembering old times, mom.” I said.
“Well, I’m glad you two are enjoying each others company. I’m going to Vermont at the end of the week to be with your grandmother. She’s having a hard time with the loss of her son. Andrew, take care of your sister for me while I’m gone.” She said.
I had no choice but to agree. Ashley hadn’t looked happier since I came home. I waited for mom to leave the kitchen so I could give Ashley the last thing Alex had with him when he died.
“Ash, here.” I said, handing her the wallet size photo of her.
“What’s this?” She asked, confused.
“It’s you. Alex died with this in his pocket. It was the pocket over his heart. He told me before we went out that day “Andrew, if I die, tell your sister she was always with me. Give her this picture back if the unthinkable happens.'” I said.
“Wait. There’s a note.” She said, taking the picture from my hands. “Ash. If you’re reading this note, it means that I’m gone. Don’t be sad. I lived a good life, and had you to look forward to when I came home. I died as a hero. I say this because the real heroes are the ones who didn’t come home. Be strong. Listen to your brother. He saved my skin more times than I can count with his advice. He’ll make sure you move on. Love, Alex.” She read.
I wiped away the tears, and she looked up at me. I could see she was straining to smile a little. I pulled her in close, and let her cry.
As soon as mom was gone, Ashley was at the phone.
“What do you think you’re doing?” I asked.
“What. I can’t have some friends over?” She asked.
“Yeah, sure you can. Only two. You remember what happened at that sleepover last year.” I prodded.
She scowled, never wanting to hear about it again.
I was awoken from my nap at about 3:00 by the sound of a car door closing and girls talking. Soon enough, I heard them try to sneak into my room. They were so loud, it was pitiful. I played them along.
“HI ANDREW!” They exclaimed in unison.
“Hi Jen, hi Stacy.” I replied.
Ashley walked in right after.
“What do you guys want to do?” She asked.
“Can we go swimming?” Jen asked, Stacy agreeing.
“Sure. You two have bathing suits, right?” Ashley replied.
They agreed. Then Stacy asked me a question.
“Andrew. You wanna join us?” She inquired.
“PLEEEEEEEEEEEEEEASE!?” Jen and Ashley begged.
I had a hard time trying to say no. Not only were these two my friends also, but they were gorgeous. I was always suckered into things mainly by their eyes, though. Stacy’s blue eyes, as big as fucking lakes, were hypnotic. If you looked into them, you would do what she wanted. Jen had brown eyes, and they were big and soft. She held a subtlety in them that made it as though she was the overseer and you were the slave. What I’m driving at is that you would probably say yes to questions asked.
I agreed, but asked them for a little bit of time. I changed, and walked out my door. Then someone pounced me, and I almost fell to the floor. When I got my footing again, I looked and saw it was Stacy in her bikini. My eyes widened, but I managed to hide my expression.
“Hey there cutie.” She said. “We’re alone for a few minutes. What do you wanna do?” She asked.
“N-nothing. bursa escort bayan We’re over and done with Stacy. We broke up almost a year ago.” I said, hearing my brain saying “WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU!!!”
“Aw, come on.” She was prodding. “You sure?”
“I’ll kiss you one more time if it’ll shut you up. We’re over, and my sister’s home. You remember what happened last time you came over, right? How upset Ash was.” I replied. I had the feeling that she wasn’t listening, because she seemed in her own little world.
Then she tugged me forward, and we kissed. She really HAD missed me. She was really getting turned on by just one kiss. I allowed my instincts to take over and began pawing at her C-cup breasts. She giggled a bit when she pulled away from me to take a breath. Right as she went to take her top off, I heard voices downstairs and paused. One was definitely Ashley’s.
“Andrew? Stacy? Where are you guys?” She called while she jogged up the stairs.
I smacked down Stacy’s hands and sent her back down. I managed to get back into my room before Ashley had a full view of my door. I heard her come up to my door and knock. I let her in.
“You coming the pool or not?” She asked.
“Yeah. You go out back. I’ll meet you girls out there.” I said, cracking a smile.
She looked at me, as though she were expecting something more. I looked her back over, much more than the quick glance I had given her. She was also in her bikini. My jaw dropped.
“Wow.” Was the only word to escape my lips. “I don’t think you’ve ever looked more beautiful sis.” I managed to say.
“Aren’t you sweet.” She said with a giggle.
I chuckled. As she walked out, I couldn’t help but watch her perfect ass as it moved away from me. Then reality kicked in. I had only thought that this was a gorgeous woman, but it was really my sister. I couldn’t look at her like that.
We were having a ton of fun. The girls kept trying to crowd me. I was constantly lifting those girls on my shoulders. I knew Jen had a crush on me, but I let her ride it out. Stacy was practically throwing herself onto me. I looked up and noticed Ashley bent over. My eyes were instantly glued. I don’t think she noticed me because she was looking for something. Her constant swaying movements gave me a near instant hard on. Then I felt Stacy smack me on the head.
“I’m up here! Quit watching your sister, sicko.” She yelled.
I snapped out of it and we went back to messing around.
After I had taken the fifteenth dive into our pool, I felt a raindrop hit my head. Then I heard a rumble. I got out and the girls said they needed to leave. Ashley seemed disappointed, but she let them go. We went back in and just sat down on the couch. Ashley pouted and crossed her arms.
“Something wrong?” I asked.
“I was just having so much fun.” She said.
Then there was a bright flash. A few seconds later there was a huge crash. Ashley jumped and I felt myself fill with my steely resolve. The rain began to pour down, and there was another flash and loud clap of thunder. Ashley jumped again and I could see she was shaking a bit. I turned on the TV to try and distract her, but the next wave of thunder and lightning rolled through and she jumped again. Another rumble scared her so much that she rushed over and latched onto me, swinging her legs up onto the couch. She was shaking and had curled up into a ball. There was another rumble and she drove her face into my chest, and began to whimper. I held her tight, and began to console her.
“Hey, hey. Calm down, Ash. It’s just a little storm.” I said.
There was almost no effect. I felt a tear run down my bare chest, making me realize that we hadn’t changed yet. I truly didn’t care, though. All I cared was that she was happy.
As the storm passed her shaking began to quiet, as did her whimpering.
“You okay there?” I asked.
She nodded repeatedly. When she finally looked up, I looked her in the eyes. She seemed scared so a gave her a quick kiss on the forehead, like a brother should. But she grabbed my head and pulled me so we faced each other, eye to eye. Then, she pulled my face to hers and kissed me. Not on the cheek or anything like a sister should, right on the lips as though she were my girlfriend. I began to enjoy it very easily. Wouldn’t any guy with a sister as beautiful as mine? Thats when reality kicked me in the head. I ripped away from her grip.
“ASH! WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING!?!” I yelled. “I’M YOUR BROTHER!”
“I’m sorry. I haven’t felt comfort in your arms in years. I, I guess I just got carried away.” She said, sheepishly.
I just nodded, not knowing how to reply. The stress combined from being around my most recent ex and the episode that just occurred had sent twinges of pain running through my back’s scars. I took a few pain relievers and settled back down. I checked the weather. Thunderstorms through the night were predicted.
As the night dragged on, I heard it start to rain. I woke escort bursa Ashley.
“Hey there sleepy head. You’re gonna stay the night with me. Okay?” I said.
Her sleepy face lit up, and she stretched out her arms. I picked her up and carried her up the stairs. I put her back on her feet when we reached my room, and I climbed into my bed. I fell asleep rather quickly. A loud rumble began to stir me, but I was awakened fully when Ashley wrapped her arms around me. I managed to roll over and I told her to do the same. She did. I heard her begin to whimper loudly as a loud clap of thunder rolled through. Then a bright flash, and she started to quietly sob. I reached around her and gave her a squeeze. I re-assured her that everything would be okay, and fell back asleep.
I had a dream about being at war, though I was done with final rotation. At one point I threw a grenade, and I was awakened by a soft moan and a light giggle. I allowed my eyes to adjust to the dim light, and noticed that my arm had drifted from my Ashley’s shoulders to her chest. I had noticed that I was squeezing at her left breast. I tried to pull away, embarrassed. She caught my hand.
“Something wrong Andrew?” She asked.
“Yeah. I was just, uh, I was, um.” I stammered.
“I know what you were doing. I didn’t say I didn’t like it.” She said.
I was surprised, but I let my instincts take over and began playing with her tits again. She began to drift back into sleep, and I slowly began to stop. Once she fell asleep, I finished. She had gotten closer to me in the mean time, her body now against mine. I could feel a warm, sticky liquid on her thigh. I couldn’t believe that she was that turned on!
I woke and found that my sister wasn’t with me any longer, and I heard a noise from downstairs. I felt guilt in the pit of my stomach, doubled when I thought of my father. It was the only time he had shown any pride in me where I felt he meant it. What I had done last night would’ve surley changed the fact if he were here.
I made my way down the stairs with only a pair of pants on, and saw Ashley cooking. She had changed into a T-Shirt, that seemed about a size-and-a-half too small, and pajama pants. She also had her beautiful brown hair up in a ponytail. She had a happy spring in her step, leaving me a bit confused.
“What’s up sis? Why so happy all of a sudden?” I asked.
“Because.” She responded.
“Because why?” I asked again, with a chuckle.
“Because you’re here.” She said.
I blushed a bit, flattered.
“So, I really make you happy?” I asked her.
“Yeah! And by the look of it, I make you pretty happy yourself.” She said, pointing at my crotch and giggling.
I looked down and realized I had a hard on which had tented my pants. I tried to cover it, but I gave up quickly. Ashley was laughing now.
“Uh, well you should know that lots of guys wake up this way.” I tried to counter.
“Don’t bother bro. I’ve seen you like that before.” She said.
I was shocked.
“When have you ever seen me like this?” I asked.
“When you’d bring home one of your girlfriends and you both knew you were gonna fuck.” She said.
I blushed again, this time embarrassed. She was never around when I brought back one my girlfriends, at least I’d never seen her. But I knew she had seen me because of her next move. She winked at me and walked by, but she lightly ran her fingers under my chin as she went by. It may sound odd, but that made me turn into a fucking rag doll. When ever one of my girlfriends did that, I’d have to prop myself on something so as not to fall over. This time I didn’t react fast enough, and fell to the floor. Ashley just continued to walk away laughing.
I figured she was just trying to tease me. She knew that she was hot, and she knew I liked that she was my sister because of it. In fact, she’d known since she was in seventh grade.
“Andy! Wanna watch a movie?” She called from the living room.
I was flushed with a wave of happiness when she used that little nickname. I had always called her Ash, but she hadn’t called me Andy since she met Alex. Admittedly, I was jealous when they met, so she and I grew apart a bit. Ashley quickly gave him one of those cute pet names. She called him her “Little wolf” all the time. I’m just happy I didn’t know why.
“Andy?” She called again.
“Yeah, I’m coming Ash. Just let me clean up.” I yelled back.
I entered the living room and saw my sister laying on the couch. Her straight back had pulled up her shirt a little bit and I could see her tight stomach. Her smooth skin that I had longed to hold while I was away was lightly tanned and clear of any blemishes. I felt a knot in my stomach, and went and sat on the arm rest near her feet. She held up one of her favorite movies, Titanic.
“Let’s watch this!” She said.
“Oh man, not Titanic! You know I only like the part where the ship sinks.” I retorted.
“But, I wanna watch my favorite movie with you.” She said.
“No. Not gonna happen. If thats what you wanna watch, you’re on your own.” I shot back.
Then she used the age old little sister trick. She made her eyes big, pouted her lips, and began to speak in a cutsie high pitched tone.
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