                                                   LEFT BEHIND AGAIN



    I had thought a lot about what had happened on that ill-fated trip when Sam had his heart attack and Sis and I had spent the night fucking our brains out. Guys aren’t supposed to screw their little sisters and their little sisters aren’t supposed to beg their older brothers for it. We never talked about it but it had changed our relationship a lot. No, we weren’t screwing each other. Somehow, she wasn’t such a pain in the ass as she was and I seemed to have more time to spend with her. We still had our spats and such but they were more in fun than for real. Where before we each had been private now we were more relaxed around each other. We no longer cared about being clothed around the other one and it was common for us to sit close while naked or nearly so. I guess the best way to describe it would be to compare us to an old married couple or to very old friends who had no secrets between them.  We could talk about anything and we often traded gossip about the things going on in our respective groups. I also wondered about some things Dad had said that night. Comments about dustoffs and Dung Island and Vietnam. Come to think about it I didn’t even know what Dad did for a living, all I knew was he had retired from the navy and now worked for the government doing something that required a lot of traveling. He never talked about any of it so I had little to go on. I’d snooped in his room once or twice and had found a box filled with all kinds of stuff, medals, pictures, some papers, and awards. Some of the medals looked impressive and I found out that he had retired as a captain. The pictures were of a bunch of guys in camo and posing with all these guns and other stuff, some places I couldn’t figure out, planes and choppers [some crashed], and other things that I couldn’t even guess why he saved the pictures. I tried to ask him but he just blew me off, nicely but that was the end of it.  I also wondered why Sis and I were not interested in a second bout of screwing, every other time I found a willing girl I wanted as much of her as I could get.
From what I had heard, most girls that had a good lay were hungry for seconds too but for some reason the two of us weren’t. And to think some people say that sixteen year olds have all the answers. I wish.
    Still sometimes things work out. Dad informed us that he had to go away for an extended trip and that Sam was looking for somebody to help him catch up on his back work on his ranch and would we be interested in staying with him for a while? Sam was somebody that I felt might supply me with answers so I was ok with it and there were horses so of course Sis was too. We packed and as soon as school was out, we were on our way. There were a few other kids in the area and we soon blended in and made friends. The brat even found a boyfriend [her first I think] but there were no girls my age that were free so I planned on a dry summer. Sam did turn out to be informative about some things but was almost as bad as Dad was about others. I learned that the medals were from Nam as he called it and some of them were for being wounded and others were for bravery but he gave me no details. He and Dad served two tours there and in other places and had gone to collage together. He had even dated Mom before Dad met her. A couple of times he seemed to be depressed and just sat and stared into the distance. I commented once and he said something about absent friends and changed the subject. 
    One Friday evening Sis was spending the night at a girlfriend’s house and Sam was in one or his moods in the kitchen. I wandered in to grab a soda and he sort of shook himself awake. As I reached into the fridge, he asked me to grab two beers and sit down. He opened them and handed one back to me. “OK kid, you got questions, I got maybe some answers. I know your old man and he won’t tell you squat. Maybe you got a right to know so I’ll tell you what I can. You know that he was career navy, what you don’t know is he enlisted right out of collage and not as an officer. He was a seaman basic and as soon as he could he tried out for the seals. Made it too. Don’t know what you know about seals but getting in with them was mutherfucker tough and only about one in ten made it even after a hell of a screening before. I went to medic school and as luck would have it was assigned to his seal team, wonder what the odds are of that happening?
We operated together for about four months down in the delta and had a ball, got dinged up a bit but nothing serious and kicked some ass. We had one mission where we were crawling down this canal and we got jumped. Turned out that we had sneaked into a base camp without knowing it and this one dude wandered over to take a leak in the water. Damned if he wasn’t pissing on your old man’s boonie hat. Must of sounded funny because he looked down and spotted us. We greased him and all hell broke loose. We carried a lot of firepower but man we were outgunned bad. Six against six hundred in their own backyard make damn poor odds and to make it worse we were a long ways from our pickup point. Your dad was point man but after we broke contact he was tail end Charlie. Man we ran and shot and ran some more. Chuck was closing in on us fast before we got some help from the sea wolves. Those choppers packed a good punch and took of some of the pressure from us. By the time we got back to the river the choppers were out of ammo and we were getting tight again. The damn medium got lost and beached at the wrong place and the boss got hit hard. Your old man recovered him and stood tall covering us while I patched him up as good as I could. Man I tell you I never saw anybody who could play a stoner as good as your dad. He was down to his last belt when the boat got there and just as we were loading he got hit, we never even knew about it until we were clear. His wound was just bad enough to wash him out of the seals but not out of the navy. He fought and bitched enough that he got into officers school and then into flight school. Learned to fly choppers and went into the sea wolves. Damned crazy bunch, their motto was anytime anywhere and they meant it. Those guys could shoot a bug off your ass through the jungle and at night. Saved our asses more than once. He ended up flying cover for my team more than once. Had a mission over on Dung Island once, bad place to get in trouble and we got in trouble. Another one of those gun and run deals but this time a freak storm blew in off the ocean and even forced the medium to leave. We were stuck and running out of time, space, and ammo. I mean there was nobody that could help us. Air was grounded, there weren’t any big guns that could reach us and there were no fire support ships in the area. We were well on our way to a real good corncobbing when he got on the radio and asked me for our location. Damned crazy bastard had launched off that LST carrier he was based on and was trying to find us in zero zero conditions. Took him a while but somehow he found us and dumped his load all over the VC and then he landed in this open spot that his damn huey was too big for to pick us up. Had to fly for almost two hours to find a place to land but he got us all out safe. His skipper didn’t know if he should decorate or shoot him but finally gave him the Navy Cross to go with the biggest ass chewing in history. Anyhow he made it home from Nam and stayed in. Then he got hooked up with the outfit he works with now. Still flying but that’s all I can tell you except that he could be friends with James Bond. Your dad is a hell of a pilot and a hell of a man and he worries about the two of you. Pleased as punch about how you two handled our little problem up in the mountains, thinks that you two did real well and the fact that you are getting along so much better is a bonus. Still he thinks that he is gone too much and it bothers him. I’m supposed to report to him about you two, yah I’m a spy but I just blew my cover.”
    A lot made sense but it still was a shock to find out that my dad was a hero and was somehow connected to James Bond type stuff, Wow. I sort of nibbled around the edges of the stuff with my sister without giving any hint that we had screwed of anything and Sam explained that it was common for people who had gone through a bad scary time to feel closer to each other. Was one of the reasons for much of the bonding in the military, police, fire, and other groups that do dangerous things. Strangers become brothers real fast when the shit starts flying. Made sense to me, maybe we weren’t weird after all.
    Sam was gone for the day, off to see his doctor and wouldn’t return until late and Sis was off on one of the horses, swimming party or something. I’d been busy fixing fences for the morning and had just got back to the house for lunch when the door opened and she ran by me and disappeared up to her room. I looked outside and all I saw was the pile of tack left where she had taken it off the horse when she put him up. Wondering what was up I went to check on the horse and was relieved to find he was put in a dry paddock to cool down, he was sweaty from the run but would be ok. I went in to find Sis and my knock on her door produced only more cries and sobs to just go away. Now my sister can be a real pain but she is tough and it really takes some doing to upset her like that so I ignored her and walked in. She was a wreck and looked like hell, her eyes looked like two piss holes in the snow and her face was red and tear streaked. After some gentle prodding she told me that the party turned out to be just her and the boy that she was sweet on. He was older and had decided that it was time for her to put out for him and her refusal pissed him off to no end. Things got heated and nasty before she broke away and got to her horse to escape. She wouldn’t tell me too much about what happened but I gathered that the SOB tried force on her. Any way she was a mess, first love and all that and he turned out to be a bastard, called her a bunch of bad things and said he was sorry he had wasted his time on a cold ugly bitch. He and I had a long talk about it later and he regretted his words and actions but that was later. I tried to comfort her as best as I could and before long the hugs meant to help were becoming something else. 
    Soon we were doing much more than drying tears and mending broken hearts. Although what we were doing did both it was not the reason for our actions. We now knew each other’s body much better and we could see what we were doing this time. Our kisses were deep and long and were broken only when some other need grew overpowering. My fingers danced over her body and brought her to a fever pitch. Her tiny nipples were hard enough to cut glass as I sucked on the small breasts and ran kisses over and around them. My hands on her legs caused her to spread them and start pumping her cute ass. I could smell her juices as her body prepared for sex. I was in kind of a bind though, I had one of her hands holding my dick and trying to pull it up toward her head while the other was pushing my head down toward her crotch. I broke off long enough to make the turn and she had me in her mouth even before I could reach for her tight little slit. We soon had the nicest sixty-nine going you could have asked for, hot and wet and wild. What she lacked in experience she more than made up for with raw talent and enthusiasm. The only time we had fucked before she had a short fuse and it was no different this time, she came twice before I was ready once. After her second climax she really went to work on me and soon had me on the edge. When I started twitching she pulled me in deep and I blew my load down her throat. And of course she had to keep up and just about sucked my tongue into her pussy as she came yet again.
    I was gone but she just kept at it and before long, she had me hard and ready to go again. Course who wouldn’t get hard with a sweet pussy sitting on your face? I ate her to orgasm again and I was soaked by the outpouring of her sweet juices. She reached back and held my dick while she lifted off my face, moved back, and guided my rod into her sopping wet cunt and just sat there with me deep in her. I figured it must have hurt a bit so I forced myself to lie still until she started to move on top of me. We took it easy and slow for a while but out passion soon took over and she was riding me as I bucked like a horse under her. Sometimes I reached up or out to cradle her ass or her tits or to finger her clit but most of the time I just matched her movements and enjoyed both the feelings and the view. She was a most excellent fuck and was very exciting to watch as she towered over me and bounced up and down on me. I came so hard that I think I must have lifted her with the force of my shot. I watched as she had another climax but I was so busy with mine I didn’t even feel hers at all. 
    We just sort of collapsed for a while before we staggered to the shower and had a long hot one. We enjoyed scrubbing each other and made a kind of after play out of the whole thing but neither one of us had any interest in seconds. We just had fun and relaxed for the rest of the day as we took the time to explore each other and trade good feelings. She was pretty much over the asshole and I felt wonderful. She kissed me and thanked me for being such a kind and loving brother and I allowed as how she was pretty good as little sisters went. That lead to a pillow fight and when Sam got home he almost caught us at it. I don’t know what he would have thought about finding us having a naked pillow fight but I’m sure it would have been interesting. We just happened to see the headlights of the truck way down the lane and we had just enough time to clean her room and to properly put away the tack and the horse. We were just watching the boob tube when he walked in but he still gave us a weird look. 
    As life went on it became our pattern to just be close until one of us had something happen then we would suddenly be fucking each other’s brains out. And it was not always something bad. We had a hell of a session when I was accepted by the collage of my choice and another when she made it into the honors club and so on. It also turned out that we had fooled no one. Dad had found the pecker tracks all over the camping gear and Sam noticed a few things too. Dad had a long talk with us when we got home from Sam’s but in the end it all worked out for the best. We were free to enjoy our unique method of comforting and celebrating together and we still do. 
    
