We finished our sandwiches and grabbed another round of beer. Even in the summer the nights here could be cool so I started a fire in the fireplace and we spread a thick blanket on the floor in front of the fireplace. Kerry laid down on her back. Her boobs flattened only slightly as she stretched out lazily. I quickly scanned her body from her toes to her nose. Her pubic mound looked puffy and inviting.
Kerry asked me about the places I had served in and the people I had met. Finally she asked me about my two marriages.
"Not much to tell Kerry. Number one was a mistake from the start. She had grown up not far from Ft. Bragg. I met her at an off post party and we connected that night. She was good in bed and loved sex so I started seeing her as wife material. The problem was that I was gone frequently and she wasn't too picky as to whom she shared her bed with."
"The Army is a very tight and close group. None of us likes it when our spouse strays so there is always someone watching out for us when we are out of the country. We had been married only six months when I was sent to the sandbox for a year. By the time I returned I had names, dates, addresses, hundreds of pictures and hours of video. She didn't even try to deny any of it. When she was served the divorce papers, she signed them without even looking at them then left the room with her boyfriend of the moment. I never saw her again. I was deployed once again when the divorce became final."
"Number two was a young local girl. I was in the sandbox once again. She was being tortured and then to be stoned to death by the men in her village including her male relatives because she had allowed herself to be defiled. She had been forcibly raped by one of the local gangsters. Women over there are treated differently than over here. Over there they are considered as chattel and treated as slaves. They all have a lower social level than any male. The richest wife is considered as beneath the lowest male sheep herder.
Back to my soon to be wife, her male relatives had raped her a second time and were in the process of burying her up to her chest in the sand before she was to be stoned to death. I couldn't allow that to happen so I rescued her at gunpoint and took her with me back to the base. She was in pretty bad shape but I nursed her back to health in my quarters and in the process I fell in love with her. I was so lonely and she was so needy that we just clicked. When she could get around I asked her to marry me. It took forever for me to get permission from the Army to marry a foreign national but I did finally and we said our vows. We were so happy and so in love. I was scheduled to rotate stateside the following week when she disappeared while I was on patrol. They found her body in a pit of rubbish the following day. She was naked and covered with cuts and bruises. She had been raped several times then stoned to death by the men from her village. I tried to get someone arrested by the local authorities but no one cared about a whore. That's what they said she was."
"Oh my god Petie that's such a sad story." Kerry moved over to hold her brother. He was lying on his back as she covered him with her embrace. With only a t-shirt and panties there was a lot of skin contact. Pete felt himself begin to harden once again. It had been many lonely months since he had felt a womans loving touch. He moved his sister off of him so as not to cause an embarrassing moment.
"Petie you don't need to pull away from me. I'm a big girl now and if I don't want something I can say no."
"I know that but I don't want to embarass you, or me for that matter. Kerry now that I have told you about me, What happened between you and the squirrel."
"Who? What squirrel?" Pete laughed.
"That was my nickname for your hubby. When I saw your engagement picture I thought he looked kind of squirrely. As in unstable. Anyway tell me about your marriage." Kerry laid on her back next to Pete and closed her eyes. He turned on his side next to his sister and proped up his head with his hand.
"We were so in love to begin with. At least I was. Him? Not so much. He was a player. I think he had several girlfriends scattered up and down the east coast. I found out that when he was on one of his extended trips, he almost never slept alone. Some of his girl friends were married too. Go figure." Kerry sniffled and wiped her tears away.
"I never got a definite number of how many regulars he had but even one was too many. Anyway I started finding things like lipstick on his tighty whities or on his white shirt collars. Sometimes I could detect a strange perfume on his clothes. The thing that finally got me to see how sleazy he could be was seeing some nude selfie pics one of his whores sent him while he was in our shower after a trip. I searched through his phone then and found several pics of him and some slut. Actually there were several sluts. When he came out of the shower I kicked him out of the house."
"The divorce was very bitter and too expensive. When we finalised the terms I was only walking away with a few things and five thousand in cash. I gave him the house to sell but since we only paid on it for a year there wasn't much equity to split. I traded my little Honda for something that could pull a trailer. When the divorce was final I loaded up and called my big hunky brother. Now, here I am just living the good life with my big brother happily ever after." Kerry sniffled again then laughed a bitter laugh. I put my arms around her while she put her head on my chest and wept silently because of her loss.
I was in a quandary. I had always lived alone, but not now. My sister had just moved into my newly remodeled home with the expectation of becoming my significant other. My sister/So was even ready to have my babies. Before she arrived this morning I had not even seriously considered my lack of a mate. Now I had this really hot woman that was ready and willing to be my life partner. The only problem was that she was my sister, or half sister if I believed her story of our mother's affair with her sperm donor. To be honest I wasn't outright opposed to the idea. And therein was my quandary.
'Why wasn't I?'
I came to a decision. I still had my arm around her while she silently wept.
"We will always have to be careful around other people you know. I can't call you sis and you can't call me big brother when we are around other people," I began. Kerry looked up at me with her shed tears running down her cheeks.
"I know Petie. I have always called you Pete or Petie anyway. We do have to concoct a story though. I would like to be an estranged girlfriend from your past. We broke up years ago because of the frequent separations then we reconnected online after you retired from the Army. Since I am recently divorced I can honestly say that I contacted you after my divorce became final. Now we are reconnecting after several years of separation. It could be a long lost love affair kind of story. Actually it isn't far from the truth." She mused, smiling once again. She wiped her tears away with her t-shirt. I spoke once again while looking into her eyes.
"Just to be clear. Are you willing to live with me as my life partner? To raise a family? To have our babies? To have and to hold in sickness and in health from this day forward? Are you willing to share my life with me as a man and his wife would?
"Oh yes Petie I will."
"You know you are too hot for someone like me. Most people will wonder how I sweet talked such a sexy younger woman into living in the isolation of these north woods."
Kerry giggled. "You let me worry about that. If someone gets too nosy I'll just tell them it's none of their fucking business."
Kerry moved her leg over me then started squirming on top of my pelvis. I knew that she had seen the beginnings of my erection several times during our conversation and she was trying to get me hard once again.
Kerry knew she had that effect on men, and as her brother was a man and from the feel of his bulge he was a big man. Bigger than her ex.
"Kerry you are getting me hard. If you don't want to make love you need to stop squirming." She stopped moving and sat up while straddling my groin.
"Haven't you been following this conversation mister? Who said anything about not wanting to make love. I just pledged myself to you, forever. We are going to start a family. That means we are going to be having sex. In case the Army didn't teach you about that, I will. To make babies you need to have sex, lots of sex." She grinned while she started to grind her vulva across my hardness.
