Bjjonesmylife. Book 2

After a shower and breakfast I met Dr. Rich and Dr. Shelly Moore in the conference room. Dr. Rich spoke first. “I have to update you on your request for leave. Because you were hospitalized, your leave was canceled and your record will reflect you as still being on active duty. Once you are discharged your leave will start immediately. We noticed that you have not reenlisted. The core has extended your service for 30 more days. There are 3 weeks for leave and the rest for combat detoxify and travel. There is an awards ceremony tomorrow that you have to attend.”

Dr. Moore was next. “Medically speaking you are in perfect shape. The wounds that you received have all healed, although you will have small scars. Emotionally you are a different story. Your lifetime friendship with Betty Smith and the circumstances of her death are really going to be difficult for you to deal with. Most soldiers don’t have close long-term friendships. They know someone for one deployment or assignment and don’t develop a deep emotional bond or the intimate bond that you and Betty had.”

“From the interviews it seemed there was more and on a level that we don’t understand. In all my years I have only seen that connection a few times and those were between close relatives.”

An aid knocked on the door and said, “The visitors are here and are in conference room C.”

Drs. Rich and Moore walked me over to the conference room. As we went in Dr. Moore put her arm around me and said “I’m going to be with you if you need anything. I’m here for you.”

Mom, Dad and Jake were there, along with James, Karen and James Jr. (we called him Jim), Betty‘s older brother. When I saw Betty’s family I nearly lost it. Why were they here?

Jake was the first to get to me and greet me. It was more than a casual greeting. He wrapped his arms around me and hugged me so tight, I thought he was going to break my ribs. He then gave me a kiss – hard, full on the lips – I even thought he slipped me a little tongue for a second. It quickly rekindled old feelings. He released me to Mom and Dad who were both crying and hugged me at the same time.

After a few hugs and ‘I love you’ I turned and went to James, Karen and Jim. I hugged them telling them over and over again that I was sorry, that I wished I could have done more. James hugged me and gave a kiss on the cheek and said,”We know, we know and we know how much you cared for Betty and how much you loved her and how much she loved you.”

“We have seen the action report of the battle. We know everything was done that could be done. You saved the convoy when so many others were lost, and you have paid a terrible price for it. We think we can explain part of what you are going through,” he said.

After the hugs and small talk we all sat at the table. Karen and Mom were sitting together with James beside Karen and Dad beside Mom. Jake and Jim were sitting on each side with me in the middle. Jake was holding my hand under the table.

“We don’t know how to or where to begin, “Karen said while looking at my mother, “but here goes. James and I, your Mom and Dad have always been good friends and more since high school.”

“We have swapped partners,” I looked at Jake and Jim.

Jake looked at me but didn’t show any surprise so I guess they had discussed this, although I’m sure I did.

Karen continued, “We stopped for a time so we each could start our family – the result was Jake – and a short time later we went back to swapping. We again each decided we wanted another child but there was a problem. James had a serious infection after Jim was born that left him sterile. In fact James and I wanted a second child in the worst way. When your Mom told us they were planning on another child we were heartbroken that we couldn’t.”

“The light came on for us. We have been friends since high school, intimate friends, as well we were neighbors. We considered ourselves as one big family. We discussed it as friends and lovers.”

“We asked your Dad if he would father our child,” she said.

My Mom picked it at this point.

We said, “Yes” without hesitation. Betty was born a month after you. “You and Betty are half sisters.”

I was floored! I knew we had the sixth sense thing, but sisters. I was even sadder now but I was also relieved at the revelation.

The docs now did an open floor discussion, trying to help me. In the end I was relieved and I felt better. Maybe my family being with me or maybe the clearing of the air did the trick.

I was given a pass for the day; I had to return tomorrow. There was a hearing to release the outcome of the ambush and a ceremony after that. If I had no problems tonight or tomorrow night I would be released to go home. The docs did not want me to spend the night alone; they really wanted me come back to the unit. Jake would not hear of it. His suite had two beds; he insisted he would watch over me. The docs glanced at each other and agreed.

We went to a steak house. We had a wonderful time; I even danced with James Jr. and Jake. When Jake and I danced it was a slow song, he held me close, I held him closer and felt him against me. I reach between and give him a little squeeze just to let him know I remembered and still wanted him.

Edit by Alfmeister

I spent the next two weeks in the psych ward. I must have seen and been interviewed by a dozen doctors. My primary doctor was Dr. Debra Rich. I spilled my guts. I told them everything and more. The slumber parties we girls had and the sex. I told them about the sex with Jake and Crystal. How Jake and I had an all night fuck fest two days before his wedding to Crystal.

I told them how mad I was when I found out Crystal was killed in an auto accident and I had missed the funeral. We had been on top-secret operations in the mountains of Afghanistan. That was four years ago and I still hadn’t been able to go home to see him.

The docs gave me heavy drugs so I could sleep at night; I didn’t dream, just knocked me out cold. After the daily sessions I did get to go to the gym so I could stay in shape. That seemed to help my spirits improve. Plus, not eating 4000 calorie meals twice a day made me feel more like a human again.

I expected my revelations about my relationship with Jake as a kid would cause problems, but Dr. Rich implied that incest was a lot wider spread than most people knew.

The real issue that came to life was the gang rape that happened while I was in Japan as part of my Asia tour. I was part of a security team assigned to low level diplomats at the embassy compound. There was a big party after a conference.

When the official functions was over, the Japanese sent over food and drinks. The drinks were laced with drugs. When I came to and coherent my arms were strapped to some kind of x shaped device. I had all kinds of clamps all over my breasts, nipples and clit. Some diplomat’s wife – dressed in a leather outfit – was between my legs with her whole hand in my pussy, pounding the hell out of me and trying to get her other hand in my ass.

I had enjoyed anal with Jake as our sexual education grew, but shoving her fist up my ass was too much. The pain level soon took over and it was time to do something. I guess her helpers had left or thought I was still under the drugs. They hadn’t tied my legs and their portable table wasn’t very strong. I snapped my legs together and rolled my lower body trying to break her neck. She removed her hand from my pussy and tried to get out of my leg lock. She got free but was stunned and close enough that I was able to give her a solid kick with my foot, hitting her in the throat. She slammed hard up against the wall and fell into a pile.

My movements broke apart their stand. When her aids arrived to see what all the racket was I was standing over her getting ready to finish her off. They quickly carried her out but I could tell she was in a bad way and unresponsive.

All the diplomats tried to cover everything up and even refused to get me any kind of treatment. Less than four hours later I was on a flight to a new duty station in South Korea. The Front line on the DMZ.

Dr. Rich was furious that there had been that kind of cover up and thought that may have been a contributing factor in my current problem. But, I never thought about the incident again, other than an occasional wonder if I have killed that girl.

On the third week I was sent into a more general area and a semi-private room instead of a private room. The meds were reduced. Once I got my sanity back I became horny as hell. My roommate was a little younger and a little better looking than me. She had the hourglass figure that every woman dreamed of. Good hips, narrow waist and great tits. Her name was Dr. Shelly Moore; I think she was there to evaluate me to see if the dreams came back.

We both slept in just a marine issue tee-shirt and panties to be comfortable. We went to bed early and I fell right to sleep and started dreaming again. This time it was just me and Jake. Mom and Dad had gone to a charity affair of some kind and I needed to do some homework on a science project so I stayed home by myself. I had the project assembled on the kitchen table. It was spring and was warm so I was in an old pair or shorts and raggedy tee-shirt with no bra. I was filling out nicely and was a little proud of them. I was going through the presentation with my imaginary audience when Jake came home.

Jake was good at science and he said, “How about you start over and I’ll help you smooth out the presentation.”

“Sure,” I replied. I needed all the practice I could get. I went thru my speech again. Jake stopped me a couple of times and suggested some pointers that helped. I repeated the whole thing again with the suggestions and it seemed to flow a lot better. After I finished I asked if he had anymore pointers.

He just laughed and got up out of his chair. He walked around behind me and said, “You have enough pointers.”

He reached around me and took a boob in each hand, pinching my nipples. I said “Hey, how am I going to get my homework done with you doing that?” He kissed the side of my neck, saying, “I thought you were done,” and reached under the shirt to get a good feel. I turned around and lifted the shirt over my head, dropping it in the chair.

“Now, I like this a lot better, “he said. He set in the chair and started sucking on my breasts, sucking so hard on my nipples and pinching them.

He unsnapped my shorts, slid them and my panties to the floor and stood up. I pulled his shirt over his head, unsnapped his shorts, slid them and his underwear to the floor and he stepped out of them. He pulled me tight in his arms and we kissed passionately. I slid my tongue into his mouth and played with his. We did this for a couple of minutes. I had to back away a little to adjust his cock; I moved it, pushed it down and stepped forward with it between my legs so we could continue kissing.

I was leaking a lot of lube on it so it was easily sliding back and forth. I reached behind me, squeezed and rubbed the head that was past my ass cheeks. He was leaking a lot too. I kept pulling his cock up between the cheeks and getting my whole bottom slippery.

“OK,” he said, “Enough of this.”

He picked me up and I locked my arms around his neck. We went that way into the living room. He set me on the living room table. Jake went down on his knees and sucked my pussy every way possible. I must have cum several times; it almost seemed like one long orgasm.

Finally I had to beg him,” Please stop.”

I got up and cleaned my juices from his face with my tongue and then I fell to my knees. I licked and sucked his cock, taking it deep into my mouth. It was making me gag a little but each time I did it I was gaining. I didn’t think I would ever be able to deep throat it but I was going to try to gain a little more every time we fucked.

I felt him start to swell then throb hard. I knew he was about to cum and sucked harder. He put his hands on my head and moaned then pulled a little. I felt the head slip past the gag reflex and down my throat a little. Then my mouth was flooded with his cum. I swallowed as fast as I could to keep up. I liked the taste of cum better each time.

His cock never wilted as I got up on the table. I said, “Fuck me, oh brother of mine – pound me – fill me.”

He pushed my legs back against my boobs and started shoving his cock in. It went in and stopped about halfway. He had to change his angle and it slid in all the way. I loved it when he mashed my clit between us. It quickly drove me over the top. I started to scream my pleasure as he pulled me up into a full mouth kiss, smothering the noise of my massive orgasm. When I came down he started pounding me hard; the table was even moving. Then he was cuming, almost roaring like a lion. I was too.

I heard, “I love__” and the blurry image that has haunted me started to appear. Then I felt someone touching me.

I heard “It’s me – Shelly – let me hold you,” as she slid next to me and she pulled me close.

“It’s OK, I got you. Hold me. I’m here for you.”

That’s how we woke up in the morning, Shelly in my bed. I was tight in her arms, her blue eyes open and smiling at me. “Rough night but we made it thru. Are you OK?”

“Yeah, I think so,” I replied.

“Good, then let’s get cleaned up and get some breakfast. You have visitors today. And we need to talk.”

Edit by Alfmeister

My group flew by four choppers to the main airfield to get a C130 transfer flight to Saudi Arabia. From there we flew on a commercial lease flight in an old DC10 to Germany, it was a 12 hour flight. I slept most of the flight; maybe it was the whine of the jet engines, but it was a light rewarding sleep.

Dreamland returned. I was home again; Mom was carrying Betty and me over to Sam’s house for our sleepover. We played all kinds of games and had lots of girl talk about school and boys. Sam didn’t know anything about what Jake had done and I thought it was best to keep it that way. Sam’s sister Sally had left earlier to go to the mall so Sam went to her room and brought back the whole box of toys that was under her bed.

There were several more dildos, a couple of vibrators, a couple of long dildos that looked like a double cock and a dildo that looked like a 2 pronged fork with a handle, along with a bottle of wet lube. We each felt them, running our hands over them. We lay them on our bellies to see how deep they would go, and laughed about the straight double-dildo that we knew was for 2 girls to do butt to butt.

We were going to try them all, although we weren’t sure about the forked one; we couldn’t decide if it was for 2 girls lying on top of each other or to do pussy and butt, but it sure looked like the spacing for either. The lube was very slippery. We started by kissing and feeling each others boobs, sucking on nipples. Taking turns, experimenting, anything we thought of we tried, fingering and sucking each other’s clits.

Now we were ready to experiment with the dildos, and started with the normal cock looking one. Betty was the first. We tried all the angles, seeing how deep it would go along with kissing and sucking her nipples and clit. She had us stop before she came.

She said, “We want to try them all and if we come with each one, we will be too tuckered out to do that.”

Sam and I agreed with that. Sam was next, after that I got my turn. I noticed that I struggled to get it as deep as they did; it just seemed to bottom out. I did get it as deep as they did; I felt a little pressure deep inside me.

Next we tried the strap-on, or I should say Betty and Sam did. Betty had it on and was trying to do it like she has seen Jake do me. She came close to spilling the beans about Jake fucking both of us. Then Betty was trying to fuck me with it. It was longer than the first dildo by an inch or so and couldn’t get in as deep as she had with Sam. With her it easily went all the way in after a few strokes. I finally pulled my legs back to my boobs, I got that little burning stinging sensation and it went all the way in. I could put my legs back down and still take it OK. Betty was getting better with it and was grinding our pubes together hard when she had it deep in me.

I was closer than I thought. I was humping back at her for a few strokes then on an out stroke had a tingle. On the next in stroke, as soon as our clits touched I was there, moaning, groaning, whimpering and thrashing around. To make matters worse I had locked my legs around her, pulling her against me as deep as I could and our clits mashed together.

As I was coming down from my orgasm I looked over to see Sally standing in the adjoining bathroom door with her pants around her ankles and both hands at her pussy. As soon as she realized she was discovered she stepped out of the jeans, shucked her top and she climbed onto the bed.

Sally said, “You did that so well, now do me.”

Sam and I smothered her with kisses on her tits and nipples.

She was saying “Bite them a little, pinch them, harder, harder.”

Sam stayed at her boobs and I started kissing her, sucking on her tongue, and shoving my tongue deep as I could. Betty was pounding her so hard she was shaking the bed with the 4 of us on it; it’s a good thing it was a quiet one. Betty was beginning to run out of steam and Sally was very close. She lifted her legs and Sam and I each took one and pulled them back against her boobs. Betty changed her position a little and Sally started cuming hard and getting loud. I put my hand on her mouth to keep her quiet.

After a cool-down Sally said, “Girls, you shouldn’t be using my toys; you need to get your own.”

I quickly responded, “If I give you the money, would you get them for us?”

She said, “Sure, just tell me what you want.”

“I think we want one of each but we haven’t tried all of them yet,” I said.

Sally said, “Well, the double-dong is not as good as it looks; here, let me show you.”

She had me lie back and took the dong, used the wet to lube it and started shoving it into me. It had only gone in about 5 inches when I felt that sting again, but it kept going in. Sally’s eyes got big but she kept pushing; it kept sliding in. When it stopped it felt like it was hitting my diaphragm; if she pushed it felt like I needed to exhale.

She said, “Girl that is a sixteen inch dong and you got ten or more inches in you. That’s not possible!”

She pushed it in, slid a finger against me to mark it, pulled it out and then put it on my belly. It was past my belly button by a couple inches. No wonder it was making me exhale when she pushed it deep.

Betty and Sam both wanted to see how deep they were so Sally did each of them; they were both between 5 and 6 inches deep. Now that was puzzling. That was the end of the toy play that night. Sally took her toys with her, promising to pick us up some of our own.

This dream ended in the nightmare about an hour before we landed. I woke up as before, Betty in my arms dying. I was screaming, soaking wet, and crying. I scared everyone on the plane half to death. I was carried directly to the hospital from the plane.

Note:
I found out a couple of weeks later what was different about me. My period started. Right on time, but it was bad. I had massive cramps, terrible flooding one day, none the next. They had always been bad but this was by far the worst. Mom took me to a gynecologist.

I had a defect in the uterus at the opening. Instead of being pencil sized it was well over an inch. To her knowledge there was no known successful surgery. She put me on the pill to stabilize my periods and told my mother to get a second opinion, but recommended I be sterilized. She said I would never be able to carry a fetus; that they would just abort in the first trimester. My mom for some reason called Betty’s mom that night and told her everything about my doctor’s visit. I was so embarrassed; I didn’t know why she did that.

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I said, “We need to have a talk.”

“Yeah, I have been expecting it,” he said.

“How long have you been looking in my room though the window?” I asked.

“That was the first time, I could hear you when I walked by your door and I knew what you were doing. I just had to see. And you were so beautiful together,” he said.

“You really think I’m beautiful?” I asked.

“If all the boys didn’t think you would beat them up, they would have already asked you out on dates,” he said.

“And the next day they would be bragging about and spreading lies, even if I didn’t do anything. I hear what they are saying about the girls they go out with. I’m happy with just being the way I am. I play with myself and now that I have found out that my friends will play too, the only thing lacking is to find some toys to finish the job,” I said.

He looked at me kind of funny and said, “You know we can do what we did the other night any time you want. I have condoms so we won’t have to worry about getting you pregnant and I promise I will tell no one. What we do will be our little secret,” he said.

With that he walked over, pulled out a box from under his bed, walked over to me and put a pack in my hand. “Any time you want, any time,” he said.

He leaned and kissed me lightly then straightened. I didn’t know what got into me but I closed the gap between us, pulled him to me and kissed him hard, slipping my tongue into his mouth and playing tongue tease. I could feel my pussy getting wet and hot. I pulled him close to find his cock very hard, I reached to move it some, then lifted it up and it slipped out the top of his boxers and was several inches above his belly button. I couldn’t resist the urge to kiss it so I bent over and kissed the head, and then I sucked it in my mouth, deep as I could. It made me gag a little as it touched the back of my throat. I thought I had taken a lot but there was more out than I had sucked in. I sucked it in and out and licked it with my tongue for a few minutes. Jake put his hands on my head and started to thrust with his hips. I was trying not to gag; he was getting it deeper with each push.

Then he said “I’m cuming!”

He held me as he squirted deep into my throat, he kept spurting and I kept swallowing. I had to push him off so I could breath.

He pulled me up and kissed me harder than I had kissed him. He pulled the tee off over my head and pushed down my wet panties. He walked me back to the bed, picked me up and spread me out on it. He kissed me hard and started leaving wet kisses down my neck to my nipples, and from one to the other. He kept going lower. He spread my legs and started licking my lips, around the hole and finally sucking and kissing my clit; as soon as I started thrusting my hips, he quit.

He got up from between my legs, reached to my hand and took the foil pack from it, tore it open and rolled the condom down on his beautiful cock. He slowly started sliding it in and pulling it out, going just a bit deeper each time. He hit bottom again with several inches still out. I reached down and could wrap my hand around it between us, I pulled my hand back and started rubbing my clit as he was stroking in and out.

I put my legs around him and pulled him down with my arms so I could kiss him while he fucked me. Then I felt that little stretch and burn that I had felt the other night but this time it only lasted a few moments and then he was getting deeper in me. After a few more strokes he was tight against me mashing my clit against him. I was going crazy humping back hard as I could.

Then I came hard, a flash of light, stars in my eyes, I was on fire everywhere, I was tingling from my head to my toes. My pussy was clamping and throbbing, my fluids were leaking down my butt cheeks, making s big spot on his bed. I just collapsed but felt like I was floating in air.

Jake rolled off of me and we noticed at the same time; no condom. He reached into my pussy and said “Its right here.”

That made me giggle a little. He took it, held it upside down over my boobs and squeezed his cum from it onto my nipples. He licked it off my sensitive nipples. It was all I could do to lay still, they were so sensitive.

He pulled me close, held me in his arms and said “Any time you want.” Then he kissed me. We drifted off the sleep for a few minutes. I got up and showered because I could smell the sex. I had hardly gotten into my own bed when Mom and Dad came home. That was a close one.

The next morning in the hallway Jake gave me a quick kiss as we met. I pulled him back to kiss him properly and slipped him some tongue, and then I turned and rushed downstairs for breakfast. I smiled at him over breakfast and when Mom wasn’t looking, stuck my tongue at him.

Edit by Alfmeister

After I had settled down and gotten myself together, I realized I was going to have to change the bedding as well as shower. The bedding had a huge wet spot. I guess I had really been getting into the dream. That didn’t surprise me because I had been using my memories of my later years at home for masturbation material. The sessions with Jake, Betty, Sam, Crystal and April were the ones that were most repeated. I drifted back into a light sleep and my dream continued.

After Jake had finished in me I fell, sprawled out on the bed. Betty lay down beside me asking, “Are you OK?”

All I could was smile. Crystal went to Jake and started sucking his cock. Jake was hard as ever, Betty was rubbing her clit trying to get herself off. After Crystal was satisfied she saw what Betty was doing and said to Jake “Fuck her, she needs it bad,” and he did.

Crystal then looked at me where our juices were leaking from and said “I see something I want.”

With that she went between my legs and licked up all that was leaking out of me. She pushed my legs back and I must have leaked out a glob, she stuck her tongue deep and then crawled up on me and started kissing me. When I opened my mouth she let some leak into my mouth before a full mouth kiss. It was the first taste of my own cum, let alone cum from a boy. At first it didn’t taste very good but I soon decided it wasn’t too bad.

Jake and Betty had finished by now, we were all laid out resting on the bed when suddenly Crystal said “OH MY, are you two on birth control pills?”

We both said “No” and she had another fearful look on her face.

“She asked when our periods ended?” She began counting and said, “You’re still safe but barely, we can’t do this again without some kind of protection; you girls have to get on something.”

Betty and I went back to my room, photos and negatives in hand, exhausted but scared about the possibility we could still be pregnant. We both decided we loved sex, with girls and toys but boys a little better. We also talked about how we could get some toys of our own, but could come up with no answer at the time. The other thing we talked about was birth control.

I also decided that I was going to have a long private talk with Jake. Things got busy so I didn’t get the chance to have that talk until the next Friday night. Crystal had left town to visit her in-laws with her parents. Jake was home early because he was going to a game on Saturday night with his friends, I was going to Sam’s on Saturday night for another sleepover. I guess we both wanted to be well rested for Saturday and went to bed early. Mom and Dad had gone to a retirement party for one of his bosses. I showered first and put on the thinnest lace panties that I had and a worn out tee shirt without a bra. I gave him about 10 minutes and then knocked on his door. He opened the door in a pair of boxers.

Edit by Alfmeister

At 0500 I was wide awake. I hadn’t been able to go back to sleep. I went to the showers again then went to breakfast. I finally decided to go to the field hospital and see if they could give me anything to help me sleep.

I actually got to talk to a real doctor and explained what was happening. He insisted that I see a shrink but did give me some mild sleeping pills since I was leaving the combat zone tomorrow. He set things in motion so that I could see a shrink on my 3 day layover in Germany. I spent the day packing and getting ready to head home. I kept out a clean bra, panties and uniform for tomorrow. I would be so glad to get some comfy lace underclothes instead of the military issue bloomers.

I took the meds and turned in early, praying for a good night’s sleep. I rested comfortably for several hours before the dreams started. This one started a few days after the birthday party. Betty was over and we were looking at a JC Penny catalogue trying to decide on the new fashions for school.

Jake came onto me all cocky and I knew something was up. I asked where his girlfriend was. He said in my room, waiting on us.

He said, “I could hear you and your girlfriends the other night. I knew you were doing something from all the moaning going on.”

I said, “And what do you think was going on?” casting a glance at Betty.

He said, “Come on over to my room and I’ll show you.”

Betty and I both had the look of dread on our faces. We slowly followed him over to his room. Crystal – his girlfriend – was sitting on the corner of his bed and it was covered with pictures. She was wearing a ‘cat got the canary’ smile. I picked up the pictures and started looking at them; as I did I passed them to Betty. Jake was a camera nut. He had crawled out his window, across the porch room and had taken pictures of us girls while we were experimenting and playing with the toys and each other.

I said, “I’m going to get Dad; he won’t be too happy about you invading our privacy and being out on the roof. I’ll bet you won’t be taking any more pictures for a long time.”

With that, I picked up the pictures and started for the door.

“I’ll show these to all your friends” he said.

“Wait,” Betty said, “What do you want?”

“It’s not what he wants; it’s what I want,” Crystal said. “You looked like you were having so much fun. I want to do some of those things and Jake wants to watch.”

“Jake’s not going to touch us and we get all the pictures and all the negatives?” Betty asked.

Jake said, “Oh no, pictures are not in the deal.” I picked them up and started for the door with Betty following me. I opened the door but before I could step out he said, “OK”

We all got undressed, Crystal, Betty and myself on the bed, Jake sitting in a chair next to the bed slowly stroking his cock. He had a nice one; bigger than the dildos we has used but not as big as the ones in the magazines. Crystal must have shaved her pussy tonight, it was bald and smooth.

I looked at Betty and said “I guess we just do to her what feels good to us.”

Betty nodded. I kissed Crystal and started playing with her boob. I could tell she was a lot better kisser than any of us had been the other night. She was pushing her tongue deep in my mouth so I did the same. Betty was sucking her other boob and had one hand in Crystal’s pussy and the other rubbing her own. After a few minutes Crystal was really getting hot and moving all around. I let Betty take my place kissing Crystal and I got between Crystal’s legs and started licking and sucking her clit. I slid two fingers into her, they went in so easy that I added a third. Then she really started to move, lifting her hips up to me.

Jake had gotten up and moved to the side of the bed. Betty was sucking Crystal’s boobs at the time. He leaned in and put his cock against Crystal’s lips and she started licking it, then sucking on it some. Betty started licking on it and sucked some of it in her mouth, then both of them were licking his cock. Jake then moved out of my sight. He was only gone for a minute and then he was on Betty’s side of the bed and had started rubbing Betty’s pussy – she jumped and looked at me with a slight frown that turned into a smile, so I guessed it was OK.

I went back to sucking and fingering Crystal’s pussy. Crystal and Betty were both moaning. I had been up on my knees, bent over while I was going at Crystal. Jake move from Betty to behind me and I felt him put his hands on my ass cheeks and spread them. I started to get up but Crystal pulled me back to her pussy by my hair. She was humping at my mouth and fingers hard, then went still and fell, limp.

I felt Jake starting to lick me, his tongue went from my clit to me brown hole and it felt so good that I forget that he was my brother. I was getting close to cuming. Suddenly I felt his cock rubbing against my clit, whoa, that was better than any cold dildo, I could feel it sliding way past my clit and then he would pull it way back and do it again. Now I was really close and started moving to help him by moving my hips around. We went too fast and got too far apart. I felt him touch me too high but it was too late, he slid several inches deep. We both stopped but I was too close to coming and didn’t want to stop, so I shoved back. I was full and stretched; I could feel him touching the bottom of my pussy and he wasn’t all the way in. I guess I moaned very loud because Crystal and Betty were looking at me and they both realized what had happened.

They both got up and came to me. I was up on my hands and knees now, with Betty and Crystal alternating between my boobs and kissing me. Jake was really starting to pound me. He had me by the waist, he was moving things around inside of me and it was starting to hurt, but a different kind of hurt.

After a few minutes something changed in my belly, I had a slight burning pain and I could feel him sliding in much deeper. I could feel his nuts hitting my clit. I forgot all about the burning; I was cuming big time. My whole body tensed; I could hardly breath, my vision got blurry. Someone pinched both my nipples. Crystal clamped her hand over my mouth to keep me quiet.

Suddenly Betty was in my arms whispering “I love you,” her blood on my hands and uniform. I was screaming, sobbing, shaking, and sopping wet with sweat. The pills didn’t work.

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I went back to the barracks to clear my head before chow. I hadn’t slept more than a few hours a night since the ambush. Every night it was the same, a little sleep then some kind of dream about Betty, and then finally ending in the nightmare of her dying in my arms. I hoped tonight would be different.

I finally forced myself to go to chow down; you just have to keep a regular routine over here. You never know when the next meal might be. I turned to find a table and saw several members of my squad – who had been there at the ambush – waving me over. We made small talk while we ate, mostly they asking questions about the investigation. We had all been through it now. I learned we were all being shipped home on Friday and with different return to duty dates. It was obvious there were going to break up my unit and fill it with all new people.

Rumor had it that Captain Walsh had family that was well connected in Washington and was raising hell with the politicos. It was just one more reason I was glad that I hadn’t signed up for two more years. I was scheduled to be discharged two days after I returned to duty. So far no one had caught that little fact.

After small talk I said goodnight to my group and decided I would hit the showers and call it a night. I stopped by the barracks to pick up clean military issue panties and a tee shirt. I carried my 45 in the folded up clean clothes, you just couldn’t take any chances with so many friendly Afghans shooting us in the back now days. Fresh from the showers I crawled into my bunk hoping for a good night’s sleep.

A couple of hours later the dream started.

“BJ, are you listening to me?” she asked. (Roberta Josephine had been shortened to Bobby Joe and then to BJ by Betty when we were little.)

“Yes Betty, I’m listening. I know our Moms’ gave permission for us to have a sleepover Friday night after the birthday party. I can’t believe we are 14, wow, teenagers. Are April and Samantha still coming?” I asked.

“Yes, BJ Sam said she was bringing some magazines from her brother’s room and some things she found hidden under her sister’s bed. She wouldn’t tell me what they were,” she said.

The party started at Betty’s house at 7. We had pizza, ice cream, cake and Pepsi. Betty and her Mom and Dad, my Mom and Dad and my older brother Jake, April and Sam were there.

I got some nice clothes from Mom and Dad. April and Sam gave me some cassettes for my tape player. Jake gave me a gift pack of 6 games at the local bowling ally. I love to go bowling, I am very good at it but then I’m good at all sports, I beating the boys a lot.

At 9 we decided to end the party and we girls went upstairs. Betty, Sam and April grabbed their things as they came up. I had my own shower so we all took our clothes off and showered, I went last since they were my guests. When I came out they were all sitting on my bed laughing and giggling; they were in panties and night tees like me. Betty was all shades of red. I sat cross-legged like they were and Samantha handed me a magazine. I had seen playboy in Jake’s room, but these were like wow. Naked men and women doing everything, I laughed and passed the magazine to April.

Sam said “You better look at them good because if you keep beating the boys at every thing that is the only way you will see one.”

I asked, “So you have seen a real one?”

Sam came back with, “Seen one and held I in my hand.”

We all started laughing and giggling at that. Sam was almost 14 and has a part time boyfriend so I guess things were getting heated up for them. Anyhow, all the questions started, how did it feel, did you feel it soft, hard, was it cold, warm? We started thumbing through the magazines again looking at all the men’s dicks.

Sam said, “Boys like to call them cocks instead of dicks.”

We asked her to point to one in the magazine that was close to her boyfriend. Sam said he is big but not as big as in the magazine pictures.

That’s when Sam said, “It fits in me just right, I love it and when he sucks me it drives me wild; it feels so good. And I shave it just like in the pictures. Here, let me show you a picture.” She opened the magazine to a page that we had missed and it showed a guy doing it to a girl. He had her legs spread and had her clit sucked in between his lips.

Sam asked, “Do you want to see mine – I shaved it?”

We all shook our heads and at that Sam removed her top and panties.

She said, “You too.”

We all took off our panties and tee shirts. Sam had the biggest boobs – they had nice pointed nipples on them – her pussy was shaved clean just like in the magazine (it looked neat) and her clit was big, almost like she had a little cock. April’s boobs were bigger than mine and Betty’s but not as big as Sam’s. All our nipples were hard and pointed, I guess we were all cold or turned on. I was surprised at Betty’s nipples – they were big, bigger than Sam’s, and longer. I don’t know why but I reached over and squeezed Betty’s nipples between my thumb and fingers.

Betty looked at me startled then smiled and said,” Oh, that feels nice; it even made me tingle between my legs.”

At that we all started feeling each other’s boobs and nipples. Betty asked Sam “What does it feel like when your boyfriend sucks on your boob?”

Sam said, “It feels great!”

April said, “Lie down Betty – your nipples are the biggest – I want to suck them first.”

April started sucking on her nipples and squeezing her breasts. Betty started moaning and wiggling around. Sam spread Betty’s legs and started licking and kissing Betty’s pussy. I leaned forward and started squeezing her other nipple and breast. Then I bent down and sucked it into my mouth. Betty was moving around so much I almost had to use both hands to hold on.

All of a sudden Betty pulled April to her mouth and gave her a full mouth kiss. It was a good thing, because Betty screamed into her mouth and was shaking all over, she had Sam’s head clamped between her legs. After she settled down, she was gushing about how good it felt. After that we all took a turn with the others kissing and sucking us. It’s a wonder somebody didn’t hear us with all the moaning and screaming going on. We soon learned to keep their mouth covered with a full kiss or a pillow when we were cuming.

After a short rest, Sam asked if we were ready the real thing?

We looked at her like she was crazy. She reached into her bag and pulled out two dildos, saying “These I borrowed from under my sister’s bed. I have seen her and her girlfriend using this one.”

“It was big and in some kind of belt. The other one was a little bit smaller but longer, with a place to grip it.”

Sam asked, “Who wants to go first? I think we start off with the small one first.”

April chimed in with, “Let BJ put the one on with the belt – after all she thinks she is a boy most of the time.”

So that how it went, Sam was the first because she had seen them used and had a little experience with a cock. It was decided that we each would use the hand held on her and the others would suck and kiss her. Once she was ready, I would replace the handheld with the bigger strap on and try to act like a boy with a cock.

After a few minutes Sam said, “I’m ready. go slow.” I spread her legs and tried to get it in the right spot, finally Sam took and aimed it and I started pushing it in.

She let out a gasp and said, “Wait, go slower and work it in and out a little”

She started working her hips and moaning. She said, “Stop pushing – it’s not going any deeper – it’s hit bottom.” I just started working it in and out from there. It was pushing on my little nub every time it hit bottom in her. I could feel myself getting wet and breathing harder; suddenly I felt like I was coming like when they were sucking me. I noticed Sam was thrusting back hard at me. Suddenly she hooked her legs in mine and I could feel our pusses touching. She wrapped her arms around me, pulled me close and kissed me hard. She shoved her tongue in my mouth and played with my tongue. We moaned and screamed into each other’s mouth then stopped, out of breath. I could feel my juices leaking from me down onto her.

April and Betty were excited, both wanting to be next. There was no way I could do both of them.

Sam said “I’ll do one and you do the other.” The process was repeated, this time April went next and Sam had the strap on. April took the bigger strap on with no trouble. The end result was the same two exhausted sweaty girls. April had an ear to ear grin, saying “We have to do this every chance we get.”

It was my turn to do Betty, she got on her back and I used the dildo on her but I added some sucking on her nub. She started wiggling and thrusting and I decided it was time to put the strap on in. I got between her legs and tried again and again to get it in but it just wouldn’t go – she was just too tight. Betty had tears in her eyes.

She said “I want this, push harder.”

Sam Said “BJ, get on your back and let her sit on it; she can control it and stop if it gets too bad.”

We changed places. Betty was now above me with my end of the strap on resting on my pubic bone and the tip in about an inch.

Betty told the others, “Squeeze my boobs and suck on my nipples. One of you rub my nub.”

I started to rub her nub and I could feel all her weight on my pubic bone, suddenly she covered her mouth to stifle a scream and she slid down on the strap on. Almost half of was in her. Her eyes were rolled back n her head and I thought she had passed out. Then she smiled, lifted a little, and then took the rest. Slowly she started moving up and down, and then faster and faster. She leaned down on me, not losing her rhythm, and started kissing me and moaning into my mouth.

She looked me in the eyes and said, “I’m cuming.”

Suddenly I was back at the ambush. Betty was in my arms saying,” I love you,” her blood on my hands and uniform, her eyes closing.
I woke up screaming, bed soaked from sweat, shaking all over, and tears running down my face.

Every night was the same. It was a different dream that ended with the same nightmare. Why had she said that – she had never said anything like that before?

Edit by Alfmeister

The investigation continued at 1300. Aerial photographs from bomb and gun cameras were lain out on a table.

“Sergeant Jones. Would you review the pictures and describe them?” He asked.

“Yes sir,” I replied.

The pictures reinforced my statements. The lead HumVee was burning with bodies around it, further back a tanker and its duce was burning. I also noticed mid-convoy was the deuce and a half I had gotten out of and Betty was hanging half out of it. I turned away from the pictures for a minute to regain control and then described what I saw in them. I was surprised when they asked no questions.

“We will take a fifteen minute break and then listen to the audio from air group,” the General said.

When I returned, they had the audio equipment set up.

“Start the audio please, from the request of air cap,” the general said.

CONTROL: Bravo Charlie 14 we have detoured from the mapped route request air cap if available (Captain Walsh).

Bravo Charlie 14: CONTROL roger that request.

CONTROL: Bravo Charlie 14, We have been ambushed. I need air support NOW coordinates 29295 W 44077 N – we are taking heavy causalities. (gun fire and explosions in background) (I had assumed command at this point).

Bravo Charlie 14: CONTROL, F18 support in route eta ten minutes, hang in there, Falcon 5 will contact you direct.

CONTROL: Bravo Charlie 14 Roger that.

Bravo Charlie 14: Falcon 5 eta 5 minutes.

Falcon 5: Bravo Charlie 14 Roger that.

Bravo Charlie 14: CONTROL, Close-in support is 10 minutes out.

CONTROL: Bravo Charlie 14 roger that.

Bravo Charlie 14: Falcon 5 we have visual, are all your men by the convoy?

Falcon 5: Bravo Charlie 14 roger that, we are taking fire from the ravine 200 meters south of the convoy.

Bravo Charlie 14: Falcon 5 missiles away. 10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1 bombs away.

Bravo Charlie 14: Pig pen 10 we are 6 ETA.

Pig pen 10: Bravo Charlie 14 roger that.

Bravo Charlie 14: Pig pen 10 Ravine still the target area?

Pig pen 10: Bravo Charlie roger that

Bravo Charlie, keep your head down (The A10 Gatling guns were firing before the mike closed).

Bravo Charlie 14: CONTROL Medivac 10 ETA call sign Mercy 5.

Control: Bravo Charlie 14 roger that.

Mercy5: Bravo Charlie 14 we are doing landing zone sweep now.

Bravo Charlie 14: Mercy 5 roger.

Mercy 5: Bravo Charlie 14 you are cleared to land.

Pig pen 10: Bravo Charlie 14 as soon as the medics lift off we are going to move north to intersect with main road; do you have time to patrol between the points?

Bravo Charlie 14: Pigpen10 roger that.

Pig pen 10: Control, fly cap for Bravo Charlie 14. After you do the patrol aerial tanker is at marker foxtrot if you need them.

CONTROL: Pig pen10 roger that.

CONTROL: MERCY5 we are airborne we have 7 no wounded.

Mercy 5: Control (long pause) roger.

Pig pen 10: Bravo Charlie 14 we are moving.

Bravo Charlie 14: Looks clear we will be high but with you, will notify you before we leave you.

Pig pen10: Charlie bravo 14 roger.

Bravo Charlie 14: pigpen 10 you are ½ mile from intersection, we are being reassigned.

Pig pen10: Bravo Charlie 14 Many thanks we owe you guys big time.

End of tape

“Sergeant Jones, Do you have anything to add to investigation?” he asked.

“No sir. The aerial photographs, aircraft combat audio and testimony presented reflects the actions and events as they took place in the field,” I replied.

“This concludes this phase of the investigation. This board of inquiry will compile and review all testimony and make the necessary recommendations to the DOD,” he said.

“Sergeant Jones, you are dismissed; your request for 3 weeks leave has been approved, your flight back to the states leaves 0600 Friday,” he said.

Just two more nights in this hell hole sand box. Four years in the Middle East is enough, along with 6 years in the rice paddies of Asia. I had had enough and wanted out.

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July1, 2012

I sat in the interview room in my dress uniform, waiting for my turn to give my version of the ambush. I knew all the survivors were going to be interviewed. Too many had died and they were looking for a scapegoat. I hoped it wouldn’t be me. This was to be a fact finding investigation so no counsel was allowed. But the level of brass that came through the door looked a lot more serious to me.

I stood at attention while they sat down. The officer that appeared in charge was a one star general. The rest were majors, six of them total. The general made the opening statement.

“Today we are here to continue the formal investigation into the ambush of convoy 12630. Convoy 12630 left Penshaw, Pakistan at 0400 on 6 June 2012 to deliver fuel, ammo and supplies to Camp Little John, Afghanistan,” he read from his prepared statement.

“Sergeant Jones?” he asked.

“Present sir,” I replied

“State your full name for the record,” he replied.

“Sergeant Roberta Josephine Jones serial 294229595 Sir,” I answered.

“Your birth date is shown as 10 July 1984 and you have been a Marine for 10 years; is that correct?” he asked.

“Yes sir,” I replied.

“Let’s start at the beginning. Were there any unusual events in putting the convoy together?” he asked.

“Yes sir. The number of Afghan scouts was less than we normally had and the convoy makeup was different. The Afghans were new to us and they seemed nervous. Captain Walsh was also a rookie to convoy duty. His initial makeup of the convoy would have been suicide. He ordered trucks carrying ammo to be pulling fuel trailers, a bad combination. We convinced him to make changes and the Afghans were not happy about the delay,” I replied.

“The final makeup of the convoy was a lead HumVee with Captain Walsh, a driver and two gunners. A deuce and a half carrying supplies pulling a fuel trailer followed the lead Humvee. Then another deuce and a half with ammo followed by another with supplies pulling a fuel trailer, then another HumVee with a driver and three gunners. Two more deuce and a half’s with supplies and fuel trailers followed the gunners. Near the end were two deuce and a half’s with more ammo. Finally, another HumVee with a driver and three gunners were the final trucks in the convoy. Each of the deuce and a half carries two soldiers,” I stated.

“There were a total of 10 trucks, 4 trailers and 26 soldiers. The Afghans’ were in the lead with their own 4×4,” I stated.

“How many of the soldiers were female?” he asked.

“A total of fourteen female soldiers were in the convoy. Two in each of the deuce and a half’s,” I stated.

“You had the highest rank of the female soldiers?” he asked.

“Yes sir, two field promotions,” I replied.

“So you were second in command,” he stated.

“Yes sir,” I replied

“Where were you in the convoy?” he asked.

I was driving the deuce and a half behind the second HumVee,” I replied.

They are looking to blame this on the female soldiers, I thought.

“When did the trouble start?” he asked.

“It started soon as we crossed over the Afghanistan border at about 1200 hrs. The Afghan scouts turned on a road that was not on the mapped route. I questioned Capt. Walsh, he radioed back; the scouts said that the mapped road was under attack up ahead and we were going around the attack. I radioed Capt Walsh back requesting air cover. He said he would consider it if anything happened. I reminded him that anytime we left the mapped route it was SOP. Five minutes later I heard him make the call for air support,” I stated.

“How long after the call for air cover did the action start?” he asked.

“Maybe thirty minutes at the most. The lead HumVee took a direct hit from an RPG and was on fire. The driver and Capt Walsh were outside lying on the ground. We started taking small arms fire from a ravine on the left,” I replied.

“What was the situation on the ground?” he asked.

“I assumed the Captain was dead and took over command of the convoy. I exited my truck and told my partner to take over as driver. I ran forward to the HumVee, climbed in as it was returning fire and lobbed grenades in the direction the enemy fire was coming from. I called in our position. I told them that we were under attack and needed air support now!” I stated.

“The ambush setup must have been fast because the place was poorly chosen. The road was wide enough for two vehicles to pass so I ordered the rest of the convoy to go by the burning HumVee to try to escape. I ordered the two remaining Hum Vee’s to go to the left of the deuce and half and provide covering fire until the convoy was past the ambush area. As we pulled out to the left around the deuce ahead I saw our two Afghan scouts by the burning HumVee. One was shooting the driver on the ground and the other was shooting into the deuce and half behind the HumVee. I killed both of them. I heard a tanker explode behind us. This blocked the convoy,” I replied.

“Air control was calling on the radio to coordinate the strike. I established direct radio contact with the strike group,” I said.

“We have the audio and will play it in this afternoon’s session,” the general said.

“A few moments later an F18 dropped bombs on the enemy positions. A few minutes after that I heard the sweet sound of ground support A10 warthogs. There were four of them. Those Gatling guns were a beautiful sound. I ordered the HumVee to sweep the enemy area and make sure everyone was dead,” I stated. What I didn’t say was that I had told them to take no fucking prisoners.

“I also ordered the convoy to stop so we could regroup and sort things out. While this was going on the Medivacs arrived and started checking everyone out. It was at this time I realized that I had taken a couple of minor hits. I was bleeding from shrapnel cut on my leg and a bullet graze on my arm,” I stated.

“It was at this time one of the medics said I was needed at the deuce and a half I had been driving. I ran back to find that my driving partner Betty Smith had taken several rounds of small arms fire and was dying.” I replied.

Betty and I grew up together, lived next door and had been inseparable; even joining the marines together. She and I always seemed to have a kind of silent connection no matter what. She almost knew what I wanted before I did sometimes. This was going to be bad. I knelt down and she reached up to pull me close and whispered “I’m sorry, I love you,” and then she was gone. I broke down sobbing. It was as if something had been ripped from my chest; I had other soldiers die in my unit before, this was totally different. It seemed like several minutes before I regained my composure but I know it was only seconds.

“The losses were as follows:
We has lost the lead HumVee, the drivers of the deuce and a half behind it, a deuce and a half with supplies and a fuel tanker that had been behind the second Humvee. It was the one I had been driving. There were seven causalities; the four men in the lead hummer, including Capt Walsh, and three female soldiers,” I stated.

The general cleared his throat and said “Let’s take a lunch break and then we will lay out the aerial photographs and review your statement for errors. We will resume at 1300.”

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