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 Saving Private Brian by Lubrican
   WARNING: This story is intended to be a humorous look at the concept of
the "Sole Surviving Son" in terms of Military service.  As a plot vehicle
it uses Operation Desert Storm.  the author served in Desert Storm, proudly
and with honor.  This story is not a commentary on the current war in Iraq
or Afghanistan, or on the political decisions that have been made in the
past.  Nor is it intended to make light of the facts and circumstances
depicted in the movie "Saving Private Ryan".  I have nothing but respect
for each and every man and woman in uniform, and my heart goes out to all
their families, particularly those who have lost a family member to any
kind of military service.  For that reason, if you have lost a loved one
during time of conflict or war, DO NOT READ THIS STORY!  I do not wish to
cause pain or unhappy memories about that loss.
   Bob
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   Chapter 1
   Brian Thackery was a normal kid who graduated High School in about the
middle of his class.  He wasn't a sports star, he didn't have a magnificent
singing voice, he couldn't bring himself to speak in public and he looked
as normal as any other boy in his late teens.
   But, Brian Thackery had just done something momentous.  And what he'd
done would change not only his own life, but the lives of a large number of
other people, some of whom he didn't even know yet.
   It was May of 1990, and Brian Thackery was so excited he was about to
pee his pants.  He left the Military Examination and Processing Station
(MEPS), having just joined the United States Army.  He'd passed the
physical and taken the oath of enlistment, along with sixty-five other
young men and women.  He was due to report to Basic Training in only a
month, and after that he'd go to something called Advanced Individual
Training, which they called A.I.T.
   All that was exciting, but the MOST exciting part was when he'd gone
into the big computer room to find out what job he'd be trained in.  The
guy at the computer asked him some questions, typed in a query, turned
around and said: "Ever thought about being an MP?"
   Not only had Brian never thought about it, the only image he could come
up with in his mind of an MP was a big scary looking bruiser he'd seen in
an episode of M*A*S*H one time.  Everybody had been afraid of that guy.
   Hmmmmmmm.
   Now, as he walked out of the building, on his way back home, in his
shirt pocket was a piece of paper that said he'd be trained in MOS
(Military Occupational Specialty) 95B, which meant ...  Military Police. 
He was still numb.  He was going to be a cop!
   And not only was he going to be an MP, the school for that was right
down the road from his house in good old Anniston, Alabama!  He couldn't
wait to get home and tell his family.
   Brian's family consisted of his two sisters, Liz and Patty, who were
twins and a year younger than he was, his mother, Nancy, and his father,
Tom.  His family may as well have included his Aunt Jill, who lived two
houses away, and her daughter Beth, who was his age, but was still a
Senior. She should have graduated with him, but had missed a year of school
because she'd had mono, and there had been complications.  She'd almost
died.  But she was healthy now and had regained that special healthy glow
he'd always thought made her good looking.
   His Uncle Bob, who he'd never actually known, had died just before Beth
was born.  Aunt Jill blamed his death on Agent Orange, from when Uncle Bob
was a Navy SEAL in Viet Nam.  He was a lot older than Aunt Jill when they
got married.  Brian didn't know much more than that.  They didn't talk
about Uncle Bob much because it was too sad.
   When he got home supper was in full swing.  Aunt Jill and Beth were
there, which was pretty much normal.
   Supper at the Thackery house was a fairly noisy proposition any time,
and with two additional "talkity wimmen" as his father liked to say, it was
downright loud.
   It got positively quiet though, when he slammed the screen door and
swaggered into the kitchen.  They all knew where he had been.
   That he was joining the Army was a favorite topic of "conversation" in
the house.  Aunt Jill ranted and railed that he had no business going off
on a "dang fool adventure" when he was the "last remaining seed of the
Thackery line".  She was his mother's sister, but she had adopted the
Thackery clan as if born into it.
   Everybody knew that talk about Brian joining the Army brought back
painful memories of Jill's husband.
   Brian's sisters, having been warned throughout their early teens to
"keep shy of those Fort McClellan boys", meaning the soldiers who trained
at the post not far from their house, thought the idea that their brother
was going to be a soldier was just gross.
   But his parents were just about busting with pride.  And, really, that
was all that mattered to him.
   His father was the first to speak.  "Well?  How'd it go?  What did you
get?  Infantry?  Armor?" Tom had a few friends who worked at Ft McClellan
and had learned some of the language over the years.
   "You", drawled Brian, "are looking at a brand new ninety-five Bravo!"
   His father knew what that meant.  Most of Ft McClellan was reserved for
the training of the MP Corps.  "You have GOT to be shitting me." he
grumbled.  Like most Annistonians, he loved the money that those soldiers
brought to town, but he shuddered at the thought of all those horny
seventeen and eighteen year old boys out on the streets ...  the same
streets as his two virginal - and lovely - daughters.
   "What's a ninety-five bravo?" asked Beth, who'd had a crush on her
cousin for years.
   Brian pushed out his chest.  "MP" he said proudly.
   "What's an MP?" said Beth, not realizing she was staring cow-eyed at her
handsome cousin.
   Everybody at the table turned and stared at her.  Everybody in Anniston
knew what an MP was.  The whole town was flooded with them.  Beth, however,
was the stereotypical blond, beautiful, fun to be around, and just a little
ditzy.  She knew there was an Army post in town, but that's about all.
   Patty piped up.  "It means Military Penis, Beth" she said in a
completely normal voice.
   Bedlam ensued, and it almost fractured supper.  Nancy, ever the southern
matriarch, sent Patty to her room saying "and you can leave that plate
right where it is little missy".  Then, even though Beth was bright red in
the face, supper went on.  Brian sat down at his sister's now empty place
and began to finish her supper.
   Nancy watched her handsome son eating and sighed.  An MP!  Of all things
...  a skirt chasing MP!
   Every female in town had been hit on by a soldier from the fort at one
time or another.  Jill was approached with great regularity, as she had
decided not to wear her ring any more because it caused her to "remember".
She worked at the "Super Trooper" which was a place that sold uniform
items, accessories and accouterments aimed at soldiers in general and MPs
in particular.
   Of course the reason Jill was the object of so many advances MIGHT have
been that, at thirty-four, she was a stone fox.  Bob had come back from Nam
and had commenced to make up for lost time.  He did so with his next door
neighbor's daughter, Jill, who was only 16 at the time.  When it became
obvious, based on her swelling belly, that more than just kisses had been
exchanged, he married her, only to fall deathly ill a few months later and
waste away in a most horrible fashion.
   So, at age seventeen, she had been left alone with a baby girl,
thankfully quite normal, and Bob's life insurance and some other benefits.
She worked because she didn't want to sit home bored.  She ran to keep in
shape, and it worked.  She was a bouncy, vivacious woman, with somewhat
smallish breasts, but loads of thick honey blond hair and a classic look
about her that some men might have characterized as "Ripe Southern Woman."
   Nancy was five years older than her sister, and had already been gone
and married when Jill met Bob.  And Nancy had been pregnant with Brian. 
She sometimes wondered if that was why Jill had been so careless as to get
with child ...  out of envy.  Now, almost forty, even Nancy got regular
slow, up and down stares from the uniformed men she saw on the streets, or
at the market.  Until now it had been flattering.  But now her own SON was
going to be one of those men!
   Still, she was tickled, knowing that even though he wouldn't be allowed
to come home much at first, she'd get to see him a whole lot more than if
he'd shipped off to some other state for his training.
   It being a more or less celebratory atmosphere, they had an impromptu
party.  Beth asked for and received permission to spend the night with the
twins and the three girls disappeared into their room while the adults sat
and talked about things in general.
   Brian, for the first time, was included in the adult ritual of sipping
whiskey (Rebel Yell brand, of course) and shooting the bull.
   In the girls bedroom, there was a different ritual going on.  The talk
there was about boys, and what boys liked to do, especially with girls, and
just how far you should allow a boy to go, and what that felt like.  Soon
the room smelled faintly of pussy, as three teenage girls got excited
dreaming about what they'd LIKE to do with a boy.
   The first sixteen weeks flew by for Brian.  He was in pretty good shape
when he got to Basic, and though they pushed him physically, his body
adapted.  His chest thickened from pushups, his stomach flattened from
sit-ups, and his wind improved from running.  He found he was an expert
shot with a rifle, and he won top honors in his company for marksmanship,
able to shoot as well as his Drill Sergeants.  He was even better with the
9mm Baretta pistol they handed him when he went to the pistol range. 
Though the weapon was loose from having been shot ten or fifteen thousand
times already, he had an unerring sense of when to squeeze the trigger, and
where the bullet would hit.  When they used man sized silhouettes he shot
the center of the target to pieces.
   There began to be rumors.  Saddam Hussein had invaded Kuwait, and the
Commander in Chief was PISSED about it.  The Army was going to be sending
troops, and they'd need a lot of MPs.
   In their 14th week Brian got a pass and went home.
   All the talk there was of Kuwait.
   "Do you think you'll have to go?" asked his mother worriedly.
   "Nobody knows, mom" he said.  There are rumors that they'll leave us
together as a Company and go that way.  There are rumors we'll all be sent
wherever, and some of those units will go and some won't.  There are rumors
that, by the time we get out of AIT it will all be over.  Nobody knows."
   Two weeks later, they all attended graduation.  It was the first time
the women in the family had actually seen any soldiers doing anything other
than shopping in stores, or getting something to eat.  As they watched the
handsome young men marching and standing at attention and going through the
rituals associated with graduation, every one of them felt a tingle
somewhere behind her belly button.  Beth in particular knew she'd have to
change her panties when she got home, as she watched Brian walk across the
stage to receive his certificate and new orders.  He was so handsome, and
tall, and his shoulders were so broad.  She daydreamed about running her
hands over his chest muscles as an officer announced his name and that he
was going to be assigned to the 501st MP Company in some town in Germany.
   His mother turned to her husband.  "Germany!  That's good, isn't it?  I
mean that's not Kuwait."
   Tom just patted Nancy's hand and said "He'll be just fine dear.  There's
nothing to worry about." He didn't tell her that most of the troops that
would go first would be the ones who were already in overseas billets. 
Particularly those stationed in Germany.
   Brian got 30 days leave before he had to ship out, and he was ready for
what he called "slack time".  His sisters noticed differences in him right
away.  He was more confidant, less likely to respond when they tried to
tease him, and when he did respond it was ...  different.
   One example was the second night he was home, when Patty, walking down
the hall toward the bathroom.  She brushed by him and said "How's the
Military Penis today?"
   He just kept walking and said "It grew about three inches in basic
training.  I had to get new pants.  Bigger ones.  They were pissed."
   He left her with her mouth hanging open.  He'd said it so calmly, like
it was actually true!  She was so unsure about it that she told her sister
what he'd said that night.
   Liz laughed.  "No way.  A man's penis CAN'T grow three inches after say
...  I don't know, maybe age fifteen?"
   Patty still didn't know.  He'd sounded so serious.  "But I mean, look at
his shoulders.  They're wider.  And his arms are HUGE.  And I swear he's
taller than he was when he went there.  I mean maybe other things could get
bigger too."
   Liz wanted to act like she knew everything, but she wasn't so sure any
more.  "Well, it doesn't really matter.  We'll never know, right?  I mean
even if we saw it we wouldn't know if it was bigger or not." She changed
the subject.  "Did you hear Daddy and Momma talking after dinner tonight?"
She sounded worried.
   "No.  what's up?" asked Patty.
   "Daddy said that place Brian's going to is part of some division or
something and that they're all going to go to Saudi Arabia in December. 
That's when Brian gets there!"
   They'd been listening to the news.  Everybody who knew a soldier had
been listening to the news lately.  They talked about it into the night. 
They were both worried about their brother.
   Two days later was Jill's birthday.  Nancy arranged a big party for her,
with Bar-B- Q and corn on the cob, and cornbread and lots of other goodies.
It started at noon, and by three O'clock the Rebel Yell had been brought
out.  Jill, moaning that at age 35 her life was probably almost over, drank
her fair share and was in her cups by suppertime.  Since everyone had been
eating pretty much all afternoon, supper consisted mostly of sitting down
at the table and just talking over desert.
   Jill was on a rant.
   "It's not FAIR!" she lisped, weaving a little.  "Brian is the LAST of
the Thackery line, and he shouldn't have to go off and get himself KILLED
in some stupid war."
   Nancy spoke up.  "We'll have none of THAT kind of talk.  You may be my
sister, and I love you, but I don't want to hear any nonsense about him
being killed."
   Jill got up and went over to Brian, who had sat quietly through her
tirade.  She plopped herself down on his lap and put her arms around him.
"I don't want you to go." she started sniffling.  "You're the last of the
Thackery seed."
   "MOTHER!" cried an embarrassed Beth, who didn't like it at all that her
mother (instead of her) was sitting on the man she loved.
   "Have you no SHAME?" squealed Nancy, who was also uncomfortable with the
fact that her sister's buttocks were firmly planted on her son's groin. 
Jill's continued reference to Brian as the 'Last of the Thackery seed'
caused pictures to appear in Nancy's head that she was ashamed of.  And her
sister was sitting right on all that ...  seed.
   Suddenly Jill's head snapped up and her eyes opened wide.  She struggled
briefly, wiggling all over Brian's lap in the process, and then managed to
haul herself up off of him.  She turned around, bent over and stared
owlishly into Brian's lap.  He was blushing.
   "HEY there soldier boy!" crowed Jill.  "Is that a MOUSE in your pocket,
or are you just happy to see me?!"
   "MU-THER!" cried Beth.
   "Oh my word" gasped Nancy and started fanning her face with a place mat.
   The twins leaned over to look interestedly in their brother's lap.
   "OK, that's it." said Tom.  "You've had enough to drink.  I think you
need a little nap Jill." He looked meaningfully at his wife and Nancy got
up and took charge of her wobbly sister.
   "Come on you hussy." she scolded gently.  "You're staying the night. 
You're in no condition to go home." She led Jill off to the guest bedroom
down in the basement.  When she came back she looked at Beth.  "You can
stay the night too dear, if you want to."
   Beth's eyes darted at Brian, and then she looked down at the pie in
front of her.
   Later that night, a full and drowsy Private Brian Thackery undressed for
bed.  It was hot in the house, but he didn't want to open a window. 
Instead he just went to bed naked and lay on top of the covers.  He was
asleep within two minutes of his head hitting the pillow.
   Next door the twins and Beth were huddled together, worriedly talking
about what Beth's mother had said.  It was true.  Brian WAS the last male
of the Thackery line.  If something happened to him in Kuwait or wherever,
there would never be another Thackery born.  All three went to bed thinking
about that.
   Three hours later Brian got up to use what he now called the latrine. 
He'd had too much to drink, and he was paying the price for it now.  He
heard the mantle clock strike two times.  Oh-two-hundred, he thought,
automatically thinking in military time.
   When he got back to his room there was someone bending over his bed.
   "Brian?" came an attempted whisper.  Whoever it was was talking to an
empty bed.  There as light from the street light coming through the window
and he could see that it was his Aunt Jill.  Or at least her hair.  She was
naked too, he noticed with some interest.  Her hands went down to the bed,
still made up and obviously empty.  "Brian?" she said plaintively.
   "Yes?" he said softly from right behind her.  He was staring at her
naked buttocks in the dim light.  They shone, brightly pale.  She jerked up
and turned around with a little shriek.
   "SHIT" she whispered loudly.  "You just about scared the pee out of me!"
   Brian wasn't really listening to her though.  Instead he was staring at
her breasts.  They were much larger than he would have believed, round and
heavy looking, and they were shaking back and forth from the violence of
her turn when he spoke.  Each one had a thick dark nipple on it.  Brian
felt his prick start to stiffen.  She was gorgeous ...  even in the DARK!
   Jill's arms came up and she lurched toward him.  "Oh baby" she sniffed,
her arms going around him.  The breasts he had just been staring at were
pressed against his chest.  They were hot and surprisingly firm and she
smelled like some kind of perfume.  She hugged him tightly and his cock
bloomed to full hard.  He felt it press into something soft ...  like hair.
   "What are you doing Aunt Jill?" he whispered, swallowing.
   "You're going off to war baby" she whispered back.  "You're the last of
the Thackery seed."
   He'd heard that enough times that he was tired of it.  "OK, so I'm the
last of the Thackery seed.  What are you doing in here ...  like that?"
   Instead of answering him, Jill kissed him.  It was a nice kiss too.  In
fact it was a FANTASTIC kiss.  She pulled him toward the bed, and their
lips pulled apart.  "I have to do this." she mumbled.  "I HAVE to do this.
It's for the family!"
   Brian, having drunk his fair share of Rebel Yell himself, didn't
function as he might have normally.  He had some idea of what was going on,
not being completely stupid.  And, he had had more than a couple of beat
off fantasies about the woman whose naked body was presently pressed
against his own.
   But Brian Thackery was a virgin, and while he had some idea of what was
going on, he hadn't the faintest idea of how to help it along.  That he
WANTED to help it along was plain, based on the fact that he had the
hardest boner of his entire life.  So Brian took the easy road and just
went where his Aunt wanted him to go.
   That was why he ended up on top of his Aunt while she squirmed under
him, her hands pulling and pushing and her body writhing under him as she
got him into position to ensure that at least SOME of the last of the
Thackery seed got deposited firmly in what she used to call her 'Sperm
Bank'.  She did this by the simple expedient of getting a grip on the
finest feeling erection she had felt in years and years, and pulling it to
the mouth of her wet and slippery pussy.  Then she let nature take it's
course.
   Brian, feeling the tip of his cock engulfed in soft heat, did what came
naturally and thrust hard.  He skewered his Aunt's pussy with one violent
thrust, which elicited an "Ooof" from her, followed almost immediately by a
murmured "Oh Brian!  I had NO idea!"
   There followed a generally uncoordinated and somewhat spastic sequence
of thrusts and grunts, primarily made by Brian, and about twenty seconds
later he made his very first deposit in the Bank of Love.  He announced it
by saying what could be loosely translated as "Unnnggg" which is the
universal language of love and means "Here it comes, please don't stop me
now."
   She didn't.  The fact that she didn't come even close to having her own
orgasm was overshadowed by the fact that she got exactly what she wanted
... a pussy just chock full of the last of the Thackery seed.  She showered
him with kisses and little whispered lies about what a fantastic lover he
was, and how much she had missed all this, and how glad she was that she
got to experience an expert like him.  All this to milk the last dregs from
his balls.
   Her somewhat inebriated plan to have a Thackery baby had been kicked
off. According to her somewhat inebriated plan, she had another twenty-six
days to get enough of that Thackery seed in her to ensure the survival of
the line.  Having just experienced what was probably the biggest and
longest penis she had ever had in her, she decided that it wasn't going to
be much of a sacrifice after all.  But she WOULD have to do something about
his propensity to give her what she wanted ...  a little more quickly than
she wanted it.
   Brian stared at the dark ceiling after his aunt left.  His balls hurt
just a little.  He'd never cum that hard in his life and he could barely
remember it.  He swore off whiskey for the rest of his leave and then fell
asleep.
   
  
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