He spent years apart from his family. His life was neat and orderly in the military.
Now he was home. The question running through his mind is, can he be able to pick up where he left off? Or will he need to leave again, and never return.
What was about to happen to him, can only be described as being life altering. He was to find out that family and friends don't forget, and that life throws curve balls.
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Author's notes:
This story is fictitious. Any similarity to persons living or dead, is purely coincidental.
No one under the age of 18, engaged in any sexual activity. Whether implicitly or explicitly.
No animals were harmed in the writing of this story.
Need to cover all of the bases. We have some real nuts running around lately.
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I am standing in front of the home of my childhood. It has been more than 12 years since I last stepped through the front door of this split level house. Four years at West Point, and then a little over 8 years on active duty, have kept me away.
Well, that was not the real reasons. Parental issues were more to blame for that. The memories of that time, ran through my head.
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My father was a by the book military son of a bitch. He retired as a Major from the Marine Corp. It took him more than 15 years, of his career, to reach that rank. He thought that his children were his subordinates.
His usual method of scolding a child, was to whip their ass, until it bled. Needless to say, mine bled a lot. That was because I was always protecting my sister from him.
It did one thing though, it drove me to excel in school, but only for the reason to get away from him. I was a straight A student through out my school years.
I was nominated at the end of my junior year for West Point, by our congressman. I received my letter of acceptance, mid way through my senior year. I purposely picked the Army just to piss him off.
I told my mother once, with him in ear shot, that I also considered the Air Force. That set him off for a month. I would do anything to piss him off.
I was to report, upon graduation, by July 15th. I took the bus there on the 5th. I needed to get away as soon as possible.
My mother did not like it. She cried for days before I left. But then again, to my father, her feelings or opinions did not matter.
From the first day that I arrived at West Point, I did everything that was required of me, and more. From learning how to march, through learning how to kill. I graduated with my Bachelors degree in Management, with a minor in Economics, with honors, and received my commission as a 2nd lieutenant.
Only Mother and my sister Ally attended my graduation.
I then entered my commitment to serve on active duty.
After a year, I was promoted to 1st lieutenant. I immediately put the paperwork in to volunteer for Ranger school. I wanted to push myself. This was to be a whole new experience for me.
But I excelled and, shortly after graduation, I was assigned as a platoon leader. I made an extra effort to ensure that my performance reviews were always perfect.
After receiving a promotion to Captain just after my 3rd anniversary, I was put in charge of my own company. When the Regimental commander pinned my bars on me, he commented that I was on the fast track to becoming a senior officer.
All total, I spent 6 years, as a ranger, going where I was told to go. From the jungles of the Indochina area, to the desert of the middle east. I received a Purple Heart for a gun shot wound during a middle east deployment, and a Bronze Star for that action.
I was promoted to Major 2 years after I reenlisted. I was moved to Battalion HQ, and was acting commander for 6 months. I hated the paperwork and the bullshit there.
At the end of the 8 years, I had had enough of the bull shit. During the last year, that I was on active duty, the SOB did the one thing that I always hoped for. He dropped dead. Hence, I now was able to stand here today.
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As the memories of the past floated through my brain, the front door flew open and a flame thrower came flying out. Jumped into my arms, wrapped their arms and legs around me and commenced to kiss me all over my face. All the while choking the life out of me.
It took me a few seconds to realize that it was my sister Ally. "Bobby you're home. ...You're really home." She cried into my shoulder.
After about a minute, I was beginning to have trouble breathing, so I plied her away from me to catch my breath and get a look at her. We are 10 years apart.
The reason why, is that my father did not want any more children after me. My sister was an accident. A beautiful one at that. My mother caught hell because it was her fault for becoming pregnant with her.
"Hey there Ally cat. You look absolutely stunning." She had grown from a gangling 8 year old, just when I left, to a 5' 8'' statuesque 20 year old woman. My cock stirred.
She had developed a set of tits that would knock your eyes out. If you so happen to bump into them when her nipples were hard. She takes after mom with her 36 D's.
Her weight is only a mere 130 lbs. She has a slim waist, with hips that are ready to bear children. Her flame thrower red hair, hung loosely all the way to her waist.
As I took in all of my sister, my cock hardened even more. I scolded myself for feeling that way.
I picked my duffle bag up, she wrapped her arm through mine, and we walked into the house.
"Where's mom?" I asked, as I looked around the house. There was new furniture in the living room.
"She's still at work. Won't be home for another 2 hours." Ally continued to hang onto my arm. She continuously cooed about me being home.
