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Chapter:1
Happy Reunion
The M1911, a weapon considered by many to be the greatest semi-automatic pistol of all time due to its ergonomics, accuracy, reliability, and to the stopping power of its 45 ACP rounds. I've never been much of a great student in history, but I do know the history of almost every gun known to men. And this handgun, such as the one I'm holding in my hand, has plenty of history through the years since World War I, all the way during World War II, the Korean War, Vietnam, and so on.
Many versions of its kind were made throughout the decades. My own sidearm was modified with a high-profile 3-dot sight, a national match slide, a beveled magazine well, a widened ejection port, a competition trigger, a polished feed ramp, a checkered front strap, and with a mainspring housing for more positive grip along with a delta hammer. It also has a permanently disengaged grip safety, a controversial modification popular among the Texas rangers, who had carried these pistols long since the 1920s.
Comfortably seated in my car behind the wheel, I ejected the magazine, emptied the chamber, and proceeded to dismantle the weapon. As a Marine honorably discharged from duty after twelve years of service, deconstructing and reconstructing a firearm was child's play. At least, that's usually how it turned out for most veterans. To me, it was my way to meditate, as I removed the four major parts: the frame, the slide, the barrel and the guide rod, along with the recoil spring. Thus, with a clean rag, a bore brush and a bottle of gun oil, I drifted in my thoughts, as I was rubbing, brushing and wiping everything clean, one piece at a time to rid them of any traces of wear and corrosion.
Today was a special day for me, since today was my big sister's release from Central California Women's Facility. It had been ten years since she was sent there for possession of marijuana, back when it used to be illegal, and for assaulting a police officer. During all this time, I was away to fight, sweat, bleed and kill after I swore to defend my country against all enemies, foreign or domestic.
I was seventeen as a recruit, eighteen as a Private, and twenty-one as a Corporal until I made it to Sergeant at twenty-four. I could've made it to Gunnery Sergeant after twelve years, as I was currently twenty-nine years old. But that was the end of my service to my country, as my sister was soon to be released. Due to the fact that she was thirty-three, Ivy was four years older than me.
Way before all this, she and I were orphans when she was little, while I was just a baby boy. Since Child Support failed to find anyone related to our dead parents, there was no other choice than adoption. It was only when I became old enough that Ivy revealed to me that I was to be adopted by a married couple without her.
She literally had to fight tooth and nail to keep me from being taken away from her. All thanks to her unwavering stubbornness, and because she had bitten anyone who tried to lay a finger on me, the orphanage conceded that either we get adopted together or not at all. Eventually a year later, one couple finally agreed to take us both in, which led us to a more normal life for us to grow up. It wasn't all perfect, but we turned out all right, all things considered. It was then that we became Galagans.
Back in the present, my rich black M1911 was all reassembled and pretty, with its shiny trigger and its custom-made dark wood grip which was quite comfortable to hold in hand. I was tempted to chamber a bullet back inside, just so I could hear the satisfying sound of my handgun all clean and loaded. That was until I suddenly heard a noise coming from outside with my window half open. By the time I realized that it sounded like a fence in motion, I lifted my gaze and looked, as the prison gate was indeed opening, at last.
"Bout time," I said, right before I stashed my pistol back into the compartment under my seat.
Without further ado, I got out of my car and closed the door behind me, as I walked and then jogged my way across the street until I arrived in the middle of the driveway connected to the correctional facility. Looking quite presentable, dressed in a pair of jeans, and in a saddle-brown Salvador leather jacket over a white tank-top, I was as handsome as ever for the occasion. Not to mention my dark brown hair styled into a crew cut along with my facial hair trimmed short around the edges of my sturdy jaw.
After all this time, I thought I was ready, I thought I could take it, but my heart convinced me otherwise, as it was being wrapped a hundred times over by the love and happiness that was wetting my eyes with tears the moment I saw her walk free past the gate. I couldn't believe it, after all these years, she was finally outside. I could finally see her without having a window between us in a room where I visited her as often as I could when off duty.
Prison certainly had changed her. Way back then, my big sister used to be voluptuously fit with her hourglass figure that attracted the attention of a lot of guys back in high school. As of today, she had beefed up over the years after frequently spending her time working out. The results were showing as clear as day, having a physically strong build similar to Ronda Rousey or Gina Carona. In fact, Ivy was even bulkier than any woman I've met in the military, without looking too masculine.
Her rugged arms covered in tattoos were proof enough, exposed out of her sleeveless jean-jacket over her grey shirt, adorned with the famous logo 'Def Lepard' over her buxom chest. Speaking of her shirt, the garment that seemed a bit too small for her was cut almost in half, showcasing her firm abdomen and narrow waist with her belly button above the tight waistband of her Daisy Dukes shorts. And my god, her long, shapely legs looked just as muscular and beautiful as Chun-Li's in Street Fighter.
Given that she was a natural redhead, I used to think she looked like Mary Jane or Black Widow in the comic books. Now, her face resembled more like Red Sonja in the Unbreakable series, volume four. Her hair fixed into two Dutch braids behind her head was still as ginger-red as it always was.
"Hey, V!" I greeted my big sis, calling her by her old nickname.
"Colt!" she uttered, while sounding as if her own emotions were choking her throat.
From where I stood with an eye sight capable of seeing anything in detail from meters away at minimum, I saw in her blue eyes the one thing she never ever showed to anyone but me, which was very rare. Tears... wet, salty tears. And I could tell that she was about to shed them very soon.
"Colt!" Ivy repeated, right before she made her first step towards me followed by the next one, that was quickly succeeded by another, and then another. "Colt!"
Thus, as I barely started to walk in order to meet the one girl I'll ever love, she suddenly pounced like a jaguar, ran like a cheetah, and jumped me like a tiger.
"COLT!!" she shouted at my ear, as I puffed a great deal of air out of my lungs upon receiving her in my arms like a cannonball.
Her strong arms around my neck and her legs around my waist were instantly locked around me by the time I twirled in circles by the force of her momentum. I was so happy that I didn't mind having her squeeze me like an anaconda, suffocating her prey. Tears were pouring out of my eyes too, as I hugged her back with all the joy I had in me.
"Oh, Colt!" my big sis cried out, too overwhelmed to hold anything back, while her already soaked face was pressed against the crook of my neck. "I've missed you so much!"
"I'm here," I said, struggling to keep my voice from breaking. "I'm here, sis. It's over."
As a response to my comforting words, my big sis cocked her head back, grabbed me by the nape of my neck, and directly latched her soft lips on mine. Her tongue punched through my lips faster than I could react, as I gave her free passage to invade my mouth and to smother my own tongue that fought back, as if in a wrestling match. The kiss was sloppy and wild, which was fine by me, as I pushed further to have a taste of her mouth in return. It became a passionate scuffle between kisses, as we were devouring each other.
Wanting to clear the area, pronto, I cupped my big sister's butt and sealed my grip on her round buns for leverage to carry her with me towards the car. She certainly gained some weight since the last time I took her in my arms. Her big ass alone must weigh just as much as a big pair of watermelons.
"C'mon, V," I murmured, having a hard time trying to pull away from my relentless sister and her kisses. "Let's... (smooch) get out of here... (smooch)."
"Shut your fucking face and kiss me!" Ivy replied fiercely, given that she was just released from prison and then reunited with her beloved brother she could finally touch.
