A/N -- Hello. The more I think about where I might take this story, the more difficult it will be to remain with the genre of the first chapter. This will probably end up swinging between Incest/Taboo and Erotic Couplings... maybe, I don't know yet. If I can think of a good idea, I might even dabble with things like Mature and Anal, but that's just an idea for the moment. But for anyone who reads these first two chapters expecting only incest, you might be disappointed as this story is going to follow the MC through a good couple of decades of his life, and it's not just going to be about his sex life or relationships. It will always swing back to incest, and the idea is to end on that note.
One other thing. I've never served so a lot of what is to come is simply what I've researched online. I've simplified, adapted and changed things where necessary or if it just makes sense to me. If anyone reading is or was a Royal Marine, you have my fucking respect. Just reading about the training regime was exhausting.
Most of what is written regarding training is sourced from the Royal Navy website itself and other sources that seem to give a flavour of what daily life is like as a recruit.
(Wrote the above long before uploading the first chapter. Left it so you could understand how my mind was working at the time!)
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The flight to Hong Kong was comfortable enough, spending most of the time reading. I was seated on the aisle, requested when booking due to how tall I was, and the couple I was sat with left me to read though engaged me in conversation when we were enjoying meal time. They were also on their way to the United Kingdom, though they were doing the whole trip after just a couple of hours layover in Hong Kong.
Thankfully, we were not arriving at the old Kai Tak Airport, which had one of the most dangerous approaches in the world. The new airport, simply called Hong Kong International, was a much smoother approach and landing, joining the throng of holidaymakers. Most headed towards the transfer section while I walked to immigration.
I'd booked three nights in Hong Kong, planning to depart Friday morning, where I'd catch a connecting flight to Manchester, and meet my grandparents and extended family there. Though the city had recently been handed back to the Chinese, there was still plenty of British influence on display, though I had no doubt that would slowly but surely erode with every passing year. I wandered around, looking like the usual tourist. Thankfully, English was still an official language, and nearly everyone at least spoke a little bit, so I could get around fairly easily.
I spent the three nights alone as I thought about Amy constantly. I'm sure I turned down at least three women who were interested in my company, but I wasn't in the right frame of mind, and having just left my sister, it wouldn't feel right leaping into bed with another woman so quickly. I'd give it a month or so before I'd accept the opportunity if it presented itself again.
The flight from Hong Kong to London Heathrow felt like it took forever. I spent most of the time reading or trying to sleep, but I could never get comfortable, so got off the plane rather grumpy. Thankfully, traveling on my British passport made passing through customs a breeze. My bags were taken care of, so all I needed to do was transfer to the required terminal and wait for the connecting flight.
That was a literal hop, skip and jump of an hour or so, landing in a rather dreary looking Manchester, though considering it was late September and the north of England, I shouldn't have expected anything less. After collecting my bag, I wandered out to the arrivals hall to be greeted by my grandparents. My grandfather looked as fit and strong as I remembered, my grandmother covering my face in kisses, which made nearly everyone chuckle.
"Look at you, Nathan," she said, grasping my arms, "How tall you are now!"
"And broad," my Aunt Kathy added, "Lots of gym work, Nate?"
"Yeah. Considering what I want to do, I've spent a long time preparing the body, at least."
Her husband, Uncle Tony, was there, as was Aunt Michelle with Uncle Tom. Then my cousins. Emma was only a child of a few years, then John, Matthew and Rebecca. And then, finally, there was Hannah. She was hiding behind everyone else, but when I saw her for the first time in over five years, I felt my jaw drop. Long gone was the gangly looking thirteen-year-old I remember with braces. She was utterly fucking gorgeous. Long brunette hair. Ocean blue eyes. Her smile lit up her face. She had a... large chest, and curves like a mountain road. Everyone noticed me looking at her.
"Hannah, you remember Nathan, yeah?" her mother, Kathy, asked.
"Of course I do, Mum!" she replied, stepping towards me, "Holy shit, I don't remember you being this tall."
"I had my first real growth spurt not long after our last visit. It's good to see you, Hannah."
I hugged her and willed my body not to react to her. Her scent was divine. A mixture of perfume, deodorant, shampoo and just that natural scent a woman has. When she lifted her head to look at me, there was no-one else around at all. She smiled, and I felt my own grin form. A cleared throat broke the spell, both of us blushing as we stepped back, glancing at Tony. "Guess you have some catching up to do, right?"
"Yeah, looks like we do."
"At least you're old enough to drink now," Tom added, "Can take you to a proper pub."
"Long as it's not warm beer. I'm Australian. Technically, as I'm here on my British passport."
Carrying my stuff outside, I would be staying with my grandparents until I was accepted into Royal Marines. I was going to apply immediately as I knew enough that there'd be a short wait, at least. The grandparents lived outside Manchester itself in a market town called Altrincham. Kathy and Tony lived with one of their two children, Matthew, in a town called Warrington, to the west, while Michelle and Tom lived with Emma, John and Rebecca in nearby Sale, just to the north. As for Hannah, she lived in a sharehouse in Manchester city centre, close to the university.
At least it was only a short drive to my new home, lugging my stuff into their bungalow, no surprise my grandmother was more than prepared for my arrival and immediately fussing over me, enough that my grandfather told her to leave me alone to at least unwind. What I needed desperately was a shower, so had a baking hot one before throwing on some jeans, shirt and jumper, as it was noticeably cooler.
Aware of why I was there, Tony asked, "When do you intend on applying?"
"Monday morning. No point waiting around, and the sooner I apply, the sooner I can prepare myself."
"How was your father about leaving?" my grandmother asked.
"Said he was proud of me for leaving everything I know to give this a shot. I don't intend on returning home with my tail between my legs either."
"Mother and sisters?"
"Naturally upset that I was leaving. Mum came around to the idea, but the day I left, that was the reality. Katie was in bits. Amy..." I trailed off and shook my head. I obviously couldn't share why she would have been so upset. I finally sighed. "I'm sad to have left them behind, but I'm excited about the future."
The family didn't spend too long, aware I'd be a little jet-lagged, though I noticed Hannah was the last one to leave so she could hug me in semi-private. She was the same age as me, younger by only a couple of months, and what I could sense immediately was the attraction. "Hopefully it won't be too soon," I whispered.
