Everyone having sex is at least 18. This is fiction, I made it all up. Warning: this is a self-edited story. I do use Grammarly to help reduce my ability to murder the English language. Special thanks to goducks1 for his help.
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Chapter 14 - Story Time
The next morning, we wake up in the same position. She is wiggling her ass to position my cock for mounting. I roll away from her onto my back.
A frustrated Tina says, "Fuck you. I have been working hard to not wake you and insert myself."
I relent, "I have a pole standing at attention, it needs something beautiful on it."
Tina stands up and moves above me and then slowly descends until my mushroom tip is at her entrance. She then let go and slams down on my pole, skewering herself in the process.
Tina, in pain, lets out a, "Whoooof! Oh, what a ride."
I reach up, cup her breasts from underneath and squeeze as she slams into me. It is hard to stay in a crouched position for long, but she tries. Finally, she sits and leans forward raising and lowering her hips as she fucks us good.
I would love to say I lasted thirty minutes, but the feeling is awesome and in less than five minutes I am spurting my love juices into my sister which causes her orgasm to release. She clamps down on my cock and I feel the ripples flow through her body and around my cock. She collapses on me, limp, unmoving. I hold her tight and give her tiny kisses up and down her neck. My hand gently massages her clit.
After way too short of time she rolls over, "No more, you are going to kill me!"
I have a shower and eat breakfast, I didn't see Tina for either.
Knowingly, Mom says, "I checked on her. She's ok, you fucked her silly, she needs time to recover. Let's get you to work."
I go to work and again spend most of the day in the plant. We find a few more minor things we can do to help quality. Every little bit helps. When the new machine comes in we are going to re-arrange things a bit for efficiency. Minor adjustments but they should help prevent some lag issues that can arise.
I have lunch upstairs with the office people. I show Beth I am eating today. A bunch of people seem to be around.
Beth instructs me, "Bob asked us to have you explain what it's like to see your first friend killed."
Instantly I have tears in my eyes. If Bob asked them, I assume it is good for me to talk about it. I leave a lot out.
I'm almost crying, these are bad memories I really don't want to remember, "We were walking down a road, Jim was next to me and six others around us. Don't know why him, but a single shot tore through his side, dropped him like a sack of potatoes. I saw the shot coming from in front of us. I see from where. I knelt, took aim, and see his head kick back when the shot goes between his eyes. Like a tree he fell back and down, unmoving. Gone"
"I then look at my buddy. He is alive but hurt bad. Blood is coming from his mouth and each side of his rib cage. I hold his head up and in my arms. He says to me, 'Tell my parents I love them very much, I'm sorry for not walking home, and don't forget, you still owe me $20.00.' He died in my arms.
"I carried him eight miles back to base so he could get a proper burial at home. I put the $20 in his pocket, before I leave him. I have a lot of stories like that. You can see why I don't like to talk about it. It was random, anyone of us could have been his target. For all I know I was his target and he was a bad shot. It's never knowing and reliving that sequence that gives me nightmares."
Beth sadly asks, "How did you get over the nightmares?"
Oh crap, how do I explain this.
Selecting my words carefully, "I still suffer from nightmares, but I found that sleeping with women stops them. On base I had a steady supply of female soldiers that were wanting to fill that role and a few others if you know what I mean. Don't look at me like that, it wasn't a different one every night. Usually a month or two at a time before one of us had to move to a different location. The hard part was coming home."
Amused at my predicament, "I had warned my mother and sister about me being jittery at night and to beware if I was having a nightmare. First night they weren't even in bed yet and I had a nightmare. I woke up to them in the hallway yelling my name around the doorway. I am reliving one of the nightmares I had in the desert, then I see the image of two floating heads yelling my name."
The group giggles at that.
I continue, "I suggested that maybe I should stay in a hotel, however my family loves me." I get a tear in my eyes again and pause. "My sister changes into her long nightgown and literally jumps into bed with me like she did when she was a child." Again, another set of giggles. "Mom shuts off the lights and closes the door. Yes, it's weird that she is my sister, mom takes turns as well occasionally.
"However, as expected by them, I have no nightmares. Two nights ago, I fell asleep on the couch and woke up with a nightmare. I doubt I will ever fall asleep here but if I do, you better stay clear, it's not safe. I fear the nightmares will never go away."
Bob entered the room at some point, "It takes a long time, but they do get better, and you can stop them eventually. Lunch is over, thank you Beth. Tony, I need to see you a minute in my office."
This is unusual. I go to Bob's office. He sits in his big chair and I select one of the two chairs in front of his desk and sit down.
Bob clears his throat, "We never discussed salary. I didn't know if I would be keeping you or kicking you out at the end of this week. I plan to keep you. You are going to make more than the last MBA that came through here plus you get bonuses if we make money. Here are two checks. One is salary, so you can do more shopping and the other is a bonus for lasting the week and telling the story. If you were willing to tell the most awful story you know because I asked you to, you will do anything I ask you to do. You have already made a tremendous difference and most people adore you. You really are a born leader."
He then suggests a car dealership that an old war buddy of his owns, I should ask for Jake and tell him I work for Bob. He thanked me and sent me back to work. I spent the rest of the day learning how to do a few more jobs. Mom picks me up and we go home. This is getting routine now.
Chapter 15 - Friday Night Fun
Waiting at the front door for me is Tina. She grabs me and whisks me up to her room. She has me sign a non-disclosure agreement and she places me in front of her computer with a headset. I create a character, name it Tony, and I start the training missions.
I blow through the training missions; the controls are like most games. I walk in about 100 feet and they shoot me in the back.
I am amazed, "That is wicked."
I try again crouching and look around, nobody there. I then move up and see five in the distance. I pick them off, farthest one first.
That's a problem, I explain, "They should hear their buddies die, that way they would have ducked."
I move up further and there is lots of terrain and people walking around. I sit still. They come after me and I shoot them.
I advise her, "Rewarding patience is good but that was too easy."