by AJ Alexander
Sneaking up behind her in the kitchen while she’s washing dishes, flipping up her skirt and sliding her panties down to her knees. My chest against her back, my jean-covered cock resting between her ass cheeks. She moans when my teeth clamp around her ear, and my fingers find her clit.
“Shhh baby, don’t want Livie to know what we’re up to,” I whisper against her neck.
She’s already wet and ready for me, releasing my cock, I drag the head through her lips before sinking into her. The hot, wet walls of her pussy sucking me in, just as needy for me as I am for it.
A groan rumbles from my chest, my hand squeezing my dick harder as the mental picture unfolds.
Anchoring herself against the counter, she pushes her ass back into me. I love how much she wants me, how helpless she is against the passion. Her moans getting louder as I slide in and out, my balls slapping against her. I wrap my arms around her, one hand on her clit, one on her mouth as I rut into her.
“Cum for me, baby. Make that pussy squeeze me until I explode,” I tell her, my voice rough with need. My rhythm continues, slamming so far into her that her body can’t take any more before pulling almost all the way out, over and over. Her body flushes, pussy drenches my cock, and ripples start as her orgasm rolls over her. The walls of her pussy squeezing so hard that for a moment I’m afraid of rupturing a blood vessel. My balls draw up tight, ready to shoot my cum into her willing body.
My fingers don’t let up on her clit, extending her orgasm as long as possible, forcing my own from me.
Cum shoots onto the floor, over my hand and splashes onto my boot. That was the most realistic fantasy I’ve ever had and probably the best orgasm of my life. Slumping back in the chair, I have to catch my breath and pray that no one walks in. There’s no hiding what just happened, and I don’t have the energy to put my dick back in my pants just yet.
It takes another minute of just sitting there, slumped over the back of the chair, taking deep breaths before I’m able to move. I get myself put back to rights and clean up the floor when I get another idea, I pull up Skype. I need to talk to my sister. If anyone will be able to shed some light on what Becca is thinking, it would be her. I need to know if this is just me, if I am deluding myself into thinking that we could be more when I finally get out of this hell hole.
Since Becca and Olivia were still awake, I know it can’t be too late over there, not that I care. She’s my sister, I can wake her up in the middle of the night. I barely have to wait before my computer screen fills with her smiling face.
“Hey, Big Brother! How’s it going?” She seems a little out of breath, and I’m going to pretend that Jimmy has nothing to do with it. She is my baby sister, after all.
“Hey, Baby Sis. It’s hot, sand has taken up permanent residence in my ass crack, and there’s no beer. How are you?” She laughs, just like I knew she would. God, it’s good to see her.
“If you create any pearls, I don’t want them.”
Chuckling, I pretend to write something down. “Send all ass pearls to Emma. Got it.”
Taking a deep breath, I really look at Emma. Take in her appearance. “You look good, sis, happy. Your grumpy shadow is good for you.”
A beaming smile covers her face. “I’m happy. He really is an amazing man.” By the look she gives over the top of the computer, I can tell he’s there. Not that it surprises me, he’s never out of arm's reach of her. I rest easy knowing he’s taking care of her, no more trouble knocking on my door. If I’m being honest, I’m a little jealous. I want a girl that loves me as much as I love her, that needs me yet centers me.
“How are the girls? Avery and Amber haven’t been arrested, have they?” I’m only half kidding, those two are crazy.
Laughing again, she shakes her head. “The girls are good, still beyond pregnant and grumpy as shit. They complain that you need to send Charlie home, so they can have these damn babies.”
“I’m not sending Charlie home. Jimmy can take care of things until we get back.”
Coming into view is a disgruntled looking Jimmy. “Hey! Don’t curse me with that shit man. I’d probably off myself just so I didn’t have to hear Avery’s mouth.”
“I didn’t say you had to stay with them. Lock those crazies up in the storage room. It’s sound-proof-ish.” Jimmy contemplates it and nods his head in agreement.
“You guys are terrible.” Emma rolls her eyes at us.
“We’re SEALs, we have a plan for every possible situation, plus three backups.”
Emma just shakes her head at us. “Okay, Big Brother. What did you really want?”
Damn, that’s the thing with sisters, they are able to see through all your bullshit.
“Nothing. Can’t I just call to find out how my sister is doing? You’re too busy now for your brother. How’s the day care? Business good?”
Her face lights up again. “There it is.” A sly smile crosses her face. “She told you, didn’t she?”
“I have no idea what or who this she is you’re speaking of.” I try to play it cool, but I know I am failing miserably when I hear Jimmy shout in the background.
“Cut the crap, Justin, the gig is up. Just tell the woman what she wants to know. We have plans before I head down to the bar.”
“Really, Old Man! That’s my sister, fucker.” I didn’t need to know all that.
“What the hell is up with everyone calling me old?” Jimmy grumbled. I can hear Emma whisper something to Jimmy off screen and then giggle.
“I’m still here and do not need to hear that. Okay, fine, yes Becca told me you two are friends, and apparently, I am Olivia’s Batman.”
“Livie,” Emma corrects me. “She likes to be called Livie or Robin.” She begins to smile as she tells me about Livie. How smart she is, her flair for art, everything. I soak up the knowledge like a sponge, but I want to know about Becca.
“What can you tell me about Becca?” I try not to sound eager, but there is no fooling my sister.
“That if you are just looking for a quick lay then you better move the fuck on.” The serious look on her face catches me off guard. Gone is my fun-loving baby sister, but a fierce protector. These two have become part of the family in the short amount of time we have been gone.
“Damn, Emma, that hurt. Do you really think I would do something like that?”
She shakes her head. “No, but if I didn’t say anything, I would have regretted it. Look, I don’t know what Becca has told you about her past. I can tell you that she is skittish about getting into a relationship, let alone one with a military man. Livie is her whole world, and she will do anything to protect her, even push away someone she cares about. You need to proceed with caution. Be her friend before you try to get into her pants.”
“That’s all I want. I want to be there for them, to protect them from all the bad things in this world.” I hope that she can hear the sincerity in my voice.
“Well then, what do you need from me?” she says with a wink and a smile.
I chuckle at how quickly my sister is ready to help me with anything I need. A fierce protector but once she discovers your intentions, she will bend over backward to help. “I need to know everything there is to know about Becca. Anything it takes to get her to let me in.”
“You got it, Big Bro. Now, go save the world, I got to go see to my man.”
“Again, do not need to know that. Love you.”
“Love you too.”
Ending the connection, I feel slightly more confident in continuing this connection I feel to Becca and Olivia when I get home. We’re in the home stretch and nearing the end of deployment, but over here a few months feels closer to three years.
After a long ass day of training and watch, it’s finally time to hit the rack, but I want to check my email one more time to see if I have anything from Becca. I don’t even bother to put my laptop away anymore since I am on it so much; it’s shocking how quickly things have changed. I log into my email and see a new email from Becc
a, I click on it and eagerly begin reading.
To: [email protected]
From: [email protected]
Justin,
Thank you for calling to check in, it was good to SEE that you were in one piece. You didn’t have to do that, but it did ease my worries a lot. Olivia also loved being able to finally see you in person, she has been asking to talk to you for a while.
I know this is coming out of nowhere, but the way Livie reacted when the call dropped scared me. She is already so attached to you, and we haven’t even met. You’re a single guy with lots of options, I don’t expect you to want Livie and me in your life after deployment, but you need to understand we’re a package deal. I can’t let Livie get any more attached to you if you don’t really want us. I have to protect my daughter from the heartbreak that will come later. I can prepare her for it now, so the pain isn’t as overwhelming when you leave.
Having a child is a huge responsibility, one that I didn’t take on unknowingly, but was forced to take care of on my own. Not exactly the way I wanted it to be, but that’s life sometimes. I’m not saying that she would be your responsibility, but she is a huge factor in this.
All that was basically to say, although it was nice seeing you, please don’t call anymore. I’m not placing all the blame on you, I should have known better than to give her the phone. I will continue to write to you, of course, I WILL NOT DESERT YOU. Please don’t think that is what is going on here. Just know that all I want to do is protect my daughter.
I hope you understand,
Becca
That email completely catches me by surprise. A plethora of emotions are running through my system at this point. I have no idea what gave her the impression that I was that type of man, that I would just string her along until something better came. However, I have to respect her need to protect her daughter. Being a single mother, she has to be both the mom and dad. Fighting all the demons alone, without a break. How do I make her understand that all I want to do is be there for them in any way that she will let me? Being a shoulder to cry on when she has a bad day or just someone to be there to help out when she or Olivia is sick.
I need to respond to this email, I know that, but not right now. First, I need to work through the swirl of emotions running through my body. Once I can clearly articulate my thoughts and feelings, I will write her back and let her know exactly how things are going to go from here. I do know one thing for certain, I am not going anywhere. It is going to take a lot more than an email from a frightened mother to scare me away.
17
BECCA
After writing that email to Justin, I had a fitful night of sleep. Tossing and turning while dreading his response. Dreaming that he would blow us off, never to hear from him again just as I feared. I have no idea what I would tell Livie if that happened, but I know that writing him that email was the right thing to do. I need to protect my little girl at all costs. She is the most important thing in the world to me.
The entire morning was filled with questions from Livie of when she was going to get to see Batman again. I can’t say that I am surprised, but it breaks my heart to know eventually I am going to have to tell her she won’t be able to see him again. Maybe I could let her hang one of the pictures in her room. Thankfully, the questions stop as soon as I let her know it is time to head to preschool. Other than being home with me, that has to be one of her favorite places.
I get her into the car and buckled up, taking the short drive over to Kidology. Once we arrive, I can barely get her unbuckled quickly enough before she hops out of her seat and runs toward the door. I chuckle as I follow; I remember when I used to have to pry her off my leg in order to make it to work on time.
As I enter, I’m greeted by a very angry and pregnant-looking Avery. “Got any food?”
“Well hello to you too. I have a granola bar.” I reach into my bag and grab it. As I stretch my hand in her direction, she snatches it, ripping the wrapper open and takes a bite, moaning in the process.
“Oh my God! So good!”
“You sound like you are in heat out here.” A very pregnant Amber comes waddling around the corner. “Good morning, Becca. How are you doing?”
“Apparently, I just fed the beast.” I giggle. “What are you two doing here so early?”
“We have our last checkup before the babies come. Katie is coming with us, but Emma was running late this morning, so she had to stop here to open up first.”
“That’s strange, Emma is never late,” I say, wondering what would cause Emma to be so late. “I hope everything is alright.”
“That hooker is just fine. She has a case of Old-Man-itics,” Avery says
“What?” I ask.
“Jimmy,” Katie and Amber say in unison as they begin to laugh. I can be dense sometimes. Of course, Emma would be late in order to spend some time with that fine ass man before work, I’m surprised she is coming in at all. Maybe that’s just me.
Just as we all settle down, Emma walks through the door looking well taken care of. This gets us all going again. “What’s so funny?” None of us are able to control our laughter to answer. She just shakes her head and continues to her office.
“Before I forget, you need to be at my house on Saturday. Layla is coming down from Los Angeles to hang out. She hardly has time to visit, so I want to make sure she is able to meet you,” Katie says as she helps Avery stand up. I do not miss being that pregnant.
“Ugh, do we have to see the Ice Queen. Baby Boy, can you please decide to come out, so I don’t have to deal with her? She did try to kill us after all.” Avery coos at her belly as she gently strokes it. Avery is hard as nails, but when it comes to her baby, I can tell she is going to have a softer side.
“Avery, you’re just mad because there is someone in the world that’s a bigger bitch than you,” Katie says.
“Is that even possible!?!” I say in shock as I hold the door open for the three of them to exit.
“It is! She even has put Avery in her place a time or two, it’s an amazing sight to see,” Amber says with a wave as they all head toward Katie’s car.
I head down the hallway to give Olivia a kiss goodbye and give Emma a wave before heading out myself. I can tell that meeting this Layla person is going to be very interesting.
It’s been one hell of a day at work. I knew choosing to work in the emergency room would be a challenge, but I wanted something that would keep me occupied and with somewhat flexible hours. I love my job but being on my feet for almost six hours, with another six to go, is taking its toll on me today. Especially after the little sleep I had last night.
“Girl, you look dead on your feet, go grab some coffee or something.” Shelly taps me on the shoulder as she passes by.
“I still have to check bed five’s IV, and bed ten needs a blood draw,” I say, heading in that direction.
“Don’t stress. I just got back from break, go ahead and take one right now. I’ll let Cynthia know, just come let me know when you get back, so I can give you an update about what is going on.” She gives me a smile before heading off toward the patients I mentioned.
Now being relieved of duty, for the time being, I head toward the break room. I felt my phone buzz in my pocket earlier and have been itching to check it. Emma knows to call the front desk if it is an emergency, so I just know it must be a return email from Justin. Entering the break room, I pour myself a cup of coffee, add cream and sugar, then have a seat. I take a deep breath and then open my email app, sure enough, there is a new email from him waiting.
To: [email protected]
From: [email protected]
Becca,
I’m not going to pretend that I wasn’t a little hurt by the email you sent after my phone call the other day. It was never my intention to hurt you or Olivia by my call. However, I will respect your wishes and not call again until you say it’s alright.
I do want to make some things clear. I have
every intention of being in both of your lives beyond this deployment. I am going to be honest with you. This connection to the two of you is completely unexpected. When I signed up for this program, I just thought I would get a small package and maybe a letter or two but nothing more. However, when I received your first letter, I knew that I was going to be getting so much more.
I want to be there for you and Olivia in any way that you will let me. A shoulder to cry on after a bad day, someone to support you when you need help. Anything you need, I will be there for you when I can. I understand that sounds hard to believe with me being over here in the desert and you being in San Diego, but let me show you.
I will show you through my actions when I get home. All you have to do is let me.
Please don’t shut me out,
Justin
I lay my head on the break room table, closing my eyes tightly to keep the tears from falling. This man never ceases to amaze me, not just him, the whole group of them. They have welcomed Olivia and I, made us one of their own and know nothing about us other than we are alone. I am not used to anyone being there for me, other than my parents, the sympathetic looks following me everywhere. No one has called me strong or helped me fight for the things I want for Olivia and I in life.
Slipping my phone back into my pocket, I head back to work. I have no idea what I am going to say to Justin, but I do know that I can’t let him go. I need his strength in my life, for both mine and Olivia’s sake. Running is no longer an option, it’s time that I finally take that leap of faith everyone has been talking about.
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