by Gunn, Autumn
“Sorry. I wasn’t paying attention. I didn’t mean to do that,” I said. I couldn’t believe what had just happened. I had just had my mouth between my Zoe’s tits. My stepsister’s perky tits with rock hard nipples. What the hell just happened? I just kept staring at her and she at me.
“I liked it,” she said. Her eyes still locked on mine. I kept my eyes locked on hers as my head lowered back down towards her chest. I licked around the outside of her right areola. Two circles clockwise. One circle counterclockwise. Then I took her breast into my mouth. I sucked and slowly moved my head back. I heard a popping sound as the last of her breast and her nipple left my mouth. Her nipples were hard, wet, and swollen in size. I stared at her beautiful body. Her body laid out and tied down to the bed by our belts. She was staring up at me. I could see she was breathing hard. Her pupils dilated. I felt the urge to continue. Then I felt ashamed. What was happening? Why did I feel this way. If any Marines saw us now we’d be in deep trouble. We were well beyond the point of fraternizing. We might even be court-martialed. I couldn’t imagine looking for a job when my separation papers told the reason why I had been kicked out of the Marines.
“Dawson, we’re going for a run,” PFC Perry had called out from outside her door. His voice easily heard through the single pane glass window and blinds. “You coming?”
“I’ll meet you at the track,” Zoe yelled back.
“We’re starting in 10.”
“I’ll be there in 7.”
I got off of Zoe and quickly removed the belts. I pulled back the curtain, and saw that PFC Perry and his group were already jogging away towards the track. I opened the door and headed back to my room casually as if nothing had happened.
When I got in my room I went straight to the bathroom. I splashed water on my face, but it wasn’t enough. I jumped in the shower, turned the knob to the all the way to the right and let the ice-cold water rush over me. After nearly ten minutes I wrapped up in a towel and laid on my bed. I was still aroused, confused, and worried if anyone had seen or heard. It was an incredible rush in so many totally conflicting ways. I laid back, put a pillow over my face, and tried to calm down. If PFC Perry hadn’t called Zoe for the run, I’m not sure I would have stopped. Who am I kidding? There’s no way I would have stopped.
WTF? I wanted to have sex with my stepsister. Her body was restrained down and ready for my power. Ready for the taking. And she was ready. I could see it in her eyes. She wanted it as much as I did. Not WTF was I thinking…WTF were we thinking?
We had always been such close friends. Now that we were young adults, hundreds of miles away from home, the hormones and feelings were rushing out. All at once. We had attended separate boot camps but were reunited here at our first duty station. Our feelings had grown when we were apart. Realizing we didn’t just miss each other for the jokes and friendship, but for something more. Something primal. The time apart had brought us closer.
Chapter 2
The rest of the rifle qualification week I played it straight. Gave Zoe the accurate shot marks so she could focus in on getting a good score. A score that would go a long way towards her next promotion. I didn’t see her in the chow hall and on the rifle range we only passed each other midday when the change over from shooters to markers took place.
I was still feeling strange about what had happened. The tickling had started out pretty innocent, but quickly became something much more. I couldn’t believe how quickly it escalated and how much I enjoyed it. How much we enjoyed it.
After a few days I had an idea. We all had GoPro cameras that we used to film various training drills. They were great for working on tactical improvements. I waited until my roommate went for a 10k run and I locked the door. I laid back on my bed and began pleasuring myself with my right hand and holding the GoPro in my left. Zoe, my stepsister, on my mind the whole time. I finished up and got dressed. I watched the video on my laptop and froze it at the exact moment of release. I had a printer in my room so I printed the photo and on the other side wrote, The rifle range isn’t the only place I’m shooting this week.
The final day of rifle qualification Zoe shot expert. I pulled down her paper target, pulled my picture with the note on the back from my pocket, and put it inside the paper target. I folded them together as many times as I could. When we got back to the barracks I gave her the target.
“I know how much you wanted to shoot expert. Congratulations. Here’s a memory so you can always remember how special this week was.”
“Wow. Thank you, bro. No jokes? You really mean it?”
“I do. Hope you like it. You can see all the great shots you made every time you open it up. See you at chow.”
I walked off towards my room to take a shower and get ready for chow.
I didn’t see Zoe at the chow hall. I could barely eat. I had no appetite. I tried to force down some mashed potatoes, but it wasn’t working. I sat in that chow hall for almost an hour. Staring at my food. Food that I had no intention of eating. Zoe never came. I cleared my tray and walked back to my barracks room.
I laid down on my bunk. WTF was I thinking? What an idiot. I should have just let it go, but no, I wanted to push it further. Now I risked not only personal humiliation, but professional humiliation if Zoe’s roommate or anyone else saw. They’d surely be able to figure out my handwriting. I was doomed one way or the other. Or both.
I heard a knock on my door. “Go away!” The door slowly opened. It was Zoe.
“I guess I wasn’t the only one who proved they were an expert shooter this week,” she said.
“Expert, huh?”
“Well, the technique sure looked good to me. The form was perfect. The ammunition was going straight for the bull’s-eye, but there was one small problem.”
“What would that be?” Oh no. Here it comes. She’s going to wreck me with a one liner she’s been warming up since she saw the picture.
“That weapon doesn’t look authorized. Only rifles were allowed this week. That sure looked like a canon.”
I held her eye contact. Then I burst out laughing. “Yeah, it’s definitely ready to fire and it’s dangerous.”
“Well we did recently have that training in explosive ordinance disposal. That canon of yours is not quite the same as a landmine, but maybe some of the same techniques would work. I could probably help detonate that bomb…but I’d really rather watch it explode.”
“So you’re also thinking about an explosion of your own?” I wanted to make sure this wasn’t a prank for a new round of jokes.
“Ready and willing, sir. I’m just waiting on the orders to come down from Headquarters Squadron. Once I get those orders I’m ready to see the sky light up like the Fourth of July.”
This was incredible. We both felt the same way. All these pent up feelings weren’t just mine. She was also holding back the same feelings. I could feel my erection grow. All I could think about was making her mine. Taking control of her without worry or regret. Now that we both knew for sure, we could do what we both wanted to do. Our most basic instinct that was ready to erupt.
“Lance Corporal Zoe Dawson, you are ordered to help Lance Corporal Brian Bolt Dawson dispose of any and all explosives he may have in his possession. You are also hereby ordered to inspect for any weapons that may be out of regulation. Especially those that may exceed the maximum length and girth. You will now carry out these orders.”
“Well, if there’s one thing a Marine knows it’s not to disobey a direct order.”
“Definitely not.” I stood up and walked over to Zoe. As soon as I was within arm’s distance I reached out my right hand and put it on the side of her face. “There’s no going back, Zoe.”
“The past has been great, but I don’t want to go back. I want to see the future.”
I reached down and kissed her gently on the lips. She grabbed me and I could feel her body melt into mine. Our tongues explored each other’s mouths. She pulled away.
“Everything OK?”
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“Definitely, but I don’t want to start something we can’t finish here.”
“You’re right.”
I took her right hand in mine and we walked towards the door. I kissed her one more time as I pulled the door open.
“Brian, what are you doing? Somebody’s going to see us.”
“They’re not. But the thought that they might is definitely exciting.”
She grabbed my ass and pushed herself up on her tiptoes so her mouth could reach mine. I leaned forward and our mouths met. We kissed hard, then pulled back.
“This way.” We walked down along the barracks and past the chow hall. After we passed the chow hall I took her hand again. We were coming up on the track. It was starting to get dark.
“Dawson! Dawson! What are you two doing?” PFC Perry shouted.
Shit. He was out for a run and caught us walking by just as he was finishing.
“We’re implementing the buddy training we learned.”
“By holding hands?”
“We’re not just holding hands. We’re taking each other’s pulses as we change stride counts and speeds. See if we could do it in an actual combat situation with someone who was injured.”
“Oh. I must have been dozing off when we learned about that one. Is it difficult?”
“Yeah. That’s why I’m squeezing tight. Alternating from palm to wrist. The movement of the walking makes it really challenging.”
“Cool. Wow, you are really hard chargers. Putting training to practice. I’m going to try that with the new Navy corpsman.”
“I’m not sure any guys are going to willingly hold your hand, Perry.”
“Come on, man! The new corpsman is a girl. Brunette from Texas. Big rack. She’s feisty and has a brain too. I’m up for the challenge.”
“Ooh-rah, PFC Perry. Get some!”
“You’re crazy.”
“We’re told that all the time. Enjoy your run. We’re off to conduct more exercises.” We continued past the track hand-in-hand.
Chapter 3
“So…we’re going to do some exercises, huh?”
“Well, you’re definitely going to feel your heart rate skyrocket like you are getting the workout of a lifetime.”
“It already is.”
I smiled. “Even more.”
“Where are we going?”
“I have the keys to the motor pool. I’m applying to be the General’s driver and they’re letting me practice all month.”
“You’re going to take your sister off base in a government issued vehicle to have sex with her? How are you going to explain that one?”
“Who said that? You’ll see soon enough what I have planned.”
My erection got bigger the closer we came to the motor pool. Damn, this was actually going to happen. I was about to fuck my stepsister. We reached the back door. The door was aluminum. It was going to squeak and whine the second I opened it. I pulled it open slowly. Looked around. The night shift had taken over. I could see them up front. They were watching Rambo on the little TV by the front entrance. They were in a sectioned off area. It was now or never.
I took Zoe’s hand and we darted in between the next to the last and second to last row of cars.
“Are these Humvees?”
“In beautiful battle camouflage.”
“You’re crazy.”
“Crazy about you, sis.”
“Oh my gosh. Don’t make this weirder than it already is.”
“Really?”
“No, but for some reason I felt like I had to say that out loud.”
We both laughed.
“We’re breaking so many laws we can’t count. Military and ethical.”
“That explains why I’m so wet right now.”
“And I’m so hard.”
“We’re not going to get caught are we?”
“As long as you can hold in your screams of joy.”
“Somebody’s confident, isn’t he?”
“Damn right, sis.”
“I’ve been thinking about this since I was 16. I can’t believe it’s finally going to happen.”
“Really, 16. Just like this?”
“Well, I didn’t exactly have white ponies painted in the picture in my mind, but something mischievous like this.”
“Like this.” And with that I kissed her hard. I grabbed her face with both hands. Then my left hand dropped to her neck and around to the back of her hair. I tugged gently to the left.
“Oh fuck. Harder. Pull harder.” She gasped for air as she spoke.
I kept ahold of her hair with my left hand and spun her 180 degrees with my right. From behind I grabbed her tits through her top and ground my hardness into her backside.
“I want to be inside you.”
“I want you inside me.”
“Not yet.”
I flipped her back around. “Take your clothes off.” She pulled her shirt up over her head and slid out of her pants. Her eyes focused on mine. She reached behind her back and unclasped her bra. Dropping both hands forward as the bra slid off her body and to the floor. She put both hands on the sides of her waist grabbing the sides of her white panties. She slid her right hand down, then her left to match it. One more time down with each hand and then she slid out of her panties.
“Damn, Zoe. You are beautiful.” She blushed a little.
“Now your turn.”
I couldn’t wait to comply, but first I had another idea.
“Not yet. I’m giving the orders here, remember.”
“Yes, sir, General, sir.”
We both laughed.
I squatted down like I was going to pick up a log. Instead I slid both arms through Zoe’s legs and up the sides of her back. In one motion I stood up. Zoe’s bare pussy right in my face. Her weight supported by my forearms. Her back resting against the oversized wheel of the Humvee.
I kissed the inside of her right thigh. Slowly working towards her beautiful mound. As I got closer I skipped right over it and then took a long lick down the inside of her left thigh towards her knee. My tongue returned in the opposite direction but this time when it reached her sex I stopped and spread her folds. Licking up and down. Slowly with a wide, flat tongue.
“You taste so good, Zoe.”
“Oh, Brian. Don’t stop.”
I continued teasing her clit with my tongue. Her head totally laid back. Then her eyes rolled back in her head.
“I’m going to cum.” I felt her pussy walls tighten and an explosion in my mouth. Her body having one spasm after another. Involuntary muscle reflex. She moaned.
“Fuck me, Brian. Fuck your sister you dirty boy.”
I couldn’t take her dirty talk. It was making me too excited and I didn’t want to get too excited before I did what else I wanted to do to her. I lowered her down.
“Not yet. You’re going to taste me.”
I barely had the words out of my mouth and she was taking off my belt with her left hand. My cock in her right hand. Just my pants and briefs between my cock and her hand. She got off my belt and yanked down my pants and briefs in one motion.
“That is a fucking beautiful piece of equipment and it’s all mine.” She opened her mouth and took in my entire cock. She gagged, pulling her head back. She looked up at me directly in the eyes and continued to pound my cock into her throat. She reached around to my ass, squeezing firmly and balancing her as she thrust her mouth towards my cock, away, and back again. In and out. Again and again. I pulled my shirt off over my head and put my hands on top of her head. I was in the Marine Corps motor pool with my pants down at my boots getting blown by my stepsister as the night shift watched Rambo in the distance. It should have sounded crazy, but the more I processed the thought the harder and stronger my erection I got.
I was spending less time processing the mental aspects and more time looking down in Zoe’s eyes as she pleased me with her physical assets. Her mouth felt amazing against the shaft of my cock. I felt myself getting close to e
xploding. Too soon so I pulled out. I grabbed Zoe by the waist and spun her around against the Humvee.
“Now I’m going to punish you for all the bad things you’ve ever done.”
