Chapter 6

Getting up and going to the ship was something Eddie was accustomed to doing, but now he had reason to stay in bed with his ‘new’ wife. In the past, he’d just given her a perfunctory kiss and told her he was leaving. Sometimes, she’d acknowledge him, and sometimes not. This Monday morning, she’d wanted to cuddle ‘just a little more’, and it almost caused him to be late. Consequently, he was in a buoyant mood when he climbed the brow and crossed the quarterdeck. In the chiefs’ mess, he accepted a plate of scrambled eggs and bacon from their mess cook, then sat down across the table from Al.

“Morning, Al. Were you here every day last week? I’ll bet that didn’t go over well with your wife.” Eddie commented.

“No, I came in on Friday, when I ran into you. Hell, I needed the break. My wife nearly fucked me blind. She may not be the looker your wife is, but she loves me to diddle her often. So, how did things go with your wife, and the sordid events surrounding the Sigs household? Did you succumb and participate like your wife suggested in her last letter? Come on, Eddie, give me the down and dirty details.” Al smirked.

“Not in the mess, buddy. We can go to sick bay, or my office, or just find a secluded corner of one of the weather decks. It may take a while.” Eddie admitted.

“After quarters, I have to hold some semblance of sick call, though most of the malingerers must be on leave, because I get very few patients. Stop by about 0830. I should be free then. I can hardly wait!” Al sneered.

Since the ship was still on stand-down, or leave and upkeep, the techs Eddie had on board were doing busy work, along with scheduled maintenance. After a major deployment, they were due to check out the antennas, both for radar and communications. ET2 Schwimmer was in charge of getting the ‘Going Aloft’ chit ran around, and since they were on shore power, it was a mere formality. Eddie made sure all the techs going up the mast were briefed on safety, and leaving Petty Officer Schwimmer in charge, he went below to see Al. The HMC was cleaning up his working area after dealing with the various maladies and injuries he encountered daily. He directed the ETC to his desk chair and after finishing up he perched himself on the treatment table.

“I saw you and your kids when you met them on the helo deck. You are a lucky son of a bitch, with two daughters who take after their mother. It must be hell, watching all that beauty running around your house, and must beat your meat for any relief. I feel for you, buddy. But, come on, let’s get to the good stuff. I’m all ears.” Al chuckled.

It took Eddie almost an hour to bring his friend up to speed on all that had transpired since their homecoming. Part of that was Al interrupting Eddie so he could get clarification on one point or another. He just covered the Brady fiasco, with full disclosure of his wife and son being involved. Al was manic as Eddie reiterated how he’d taken the wind out of Veronica Brady’s sails. Al also asked for a copy of Eddie’s near infamous video collection. Since Al was his best friend, he felt compelled to be more forthcoming as to the vagaries of the Eddie Nolan family.

“Al, how do you feel about incest? I mean, have you ever experienced it firsthand, or if not, do you feel it is a ‘rot in hell’ offense which threatens the very core of society?” Eddie asked.

“Have you been sneaking in here and reading my psychology manuals?” Al laughed.

“I’m serious, Al.”

“Sorry, it just struck me funny. Well ... I never had any sisters; just five brothers. My mom died before I reached puberty, but I had a couple aunts older than my mom and they didn’t attract me. I had a couple of girl cousins, but only one lived close enough to see very often. I fucked her a couple of times, but so did all my brothers. She was such a slut! I think my dad and some of my uncles got her too! I envy guys who have sisters, especially if they grow up close. So, to answer your question, I think it has a place in society, since it allows a young person to experiment with sex with someone they can trust, and probably grew up with. That’s an odd question from you, unless you just found out your wife is really your sister, or cousin.” Al teased.

“Al, as my resident psychologist, and my best friend, I need you to listen to me, but hopefully make no judgement, and may I invoke a therapist/patient confidentiality clause into this conversation.”

“Piss up a rope, buddy! We know too much about each other to be worried about me telling anyone about our sexy sorties. What in the hell could you tell me, that would surprise me about you? Come on, Eddie, what’s got you all hyped up? Are you worried what I’d think about your wife and son being coerced to have sex, then don’t be. It happened and they have to get past that trauma.” Al exclaimed.

“There are a lot of convoluted threads in this whole mess and I’m beginning to wonder if I’m an evil son of a bitch! Bear with me, Al, I am about to blow your socks off by relating to you what kind of depraved monstrosity you’ve been associating with. What is the worst name you can call someone: real fighting words? A mother fucker, Al. Well, I am one. I had sex with my mother at least a hundred times. I played with and ate a sisters snatch and fucked another one! Now, my son has had sex with my wife, and before that, he was regularly screwing his two sisters. I’ve now had sex with both of my daughters, at least once. My wife had a thing going with her mother, and her mother had the same thing going with her sisters. And now, my son Edward has had sex with his two half-sisters and tells me he had a long relationship with his mother and an occasional one with his other half-sister, who’s my age. That makes me and the two sons I know about, mother fuckers. We are a sick fucking family, Al, and we fully expect to be hurried on our way to perdition by a fireball from out of the sky!” Eddie ended his confession by sobbing.

Al Tory, HMC, U.S. Navy, sat looking at his best friend and watched him cry with tears running down his cheeks and onto his khaki uniform shirt. After a couple of minutes, when Eddie had ceased sobbing and just hung his head, he cleared his throat, which caused his friend to raise his head and look at him through teary eyes.

“You know, chief, as long as I’ve known you, I was constantly amazed by your ability to approach a woman and given the time, woo her into having sex with you. I sometimes wondered why you never engaged hookers, but then I began to realize it wasn’t just about getting your rocks off. You, my friend, and I do mean friend, are on a mission to show women all over the world that there is someone who can be tender and kind in their lovemaking. Those times we had those nurses was fantastic, and I got to bask in your glow, to say nothing about taking those waiting in the wings. I won’t even mention Guam, but our ladies in Australia were an unforgettable experience spanning two cities, and then you were my hero in Auckland. I find out you fathered a son in your teen’s, and I get to meet him, and now you know you have another child with a mother who thinks the sun rises and sets on you. My, my, my friend.” Al shook his head.

While Al paused, Eddie inserted:

“Two children, Al. I fathered two children on the cruise.”

“Holy fuck, buddy! Surely Valda is past childbearing age. Who?” Al nearly shouted.

“Do you remember Phyllis Mitchell, from the soiree? The sexy-half-dozen’s teacher?”

“Oh, yeah, the one you spent the night with just after contributing all your sperm cells to the ladies? How in hell did you have enough little wigglers left to impregnate her?” Al accused.

“I have no idea, but apparently, I had one hanging out in my left testicle, just waiting to pounce on some unsuspecting teacher. She isn’t naming names, but the ladies tell Edward I’m the logical choice, considering her dating habit, or lack thereof. But, Al, all that is normal sailor stuff. What about all I’ve told you about my family?” Eddie sputtered.

“Buddy, I have no idea what your mother and sisters looked like, but if I lived in a house with three bona fide babes, I wouldn’t be able to sleep, unless I got me some of that, then I’d be as happy as a pig in shit! No, my friend, I am unfortunate enough to have no other beauteous females in my home and I envy you. The fact you are letting your children enjoy sexual freedoms at home is better than letting them out on the streets to be used and abused. If I had to describe you in one word, do know what that would be?” Al asked.

“Demented, depraved, satyr, rabid-assed crazy?” Eddie supplied.

“Nope, and the last was two words! I would call you a philanthropist!”

“You are so full of shit; your eyes are brown! I hardly think I’m anywhere near that.” Eddie argued.

“My eyes are naturally brown, dumb shit. The only downside of all this is you have a frigid bitch for a wife.” Al stated.

“Oh, hell, I’ve been so upset about everything else, I forgot to explain that this debacle with SM1 Brady’s wife, she actually broke through my wife’s frigidity. I have had the best sex with my wife I ever had, and we’re taking it slow, so she can learn to enjoy her husband’s sexual prowess. In fact, I’ve had a whole week of sex, with my wife every night, with a little spice added by my daughters, on the side. Carol is in training, under me, and she seems to be enjoying the hell out of it, and she is allowing me to do my daughters, as long as there’s enough for her. My house is a house of debauchery, and we’re loving it.” Eddie crowed.

“Eddie, Eddie, I take my hat off to you, and admit you are now my ‘super-hero’.”

“Then why do I feel so rotten, and consider myself a horndog?” Eddie lamented.

“You are a ‘super’ horndog. You’re living every man’s dream.”

“I don’t think so. There are a lot of men out there who would like to see me castrated and put in solitary for the rest of my natural life, and then some.” Eddie observed.

“Well, you’re living ‘my’ dream, and I can only live yours vicariously, by hearing about it from you, so don’t ever stop telling me about your sex life. Just consider me your therapist, okay?” Al chortled.

“Thanks, Al. You’ve made me feel better, even if you did rationalize some things.” Eddie admitted.

“Sure thing, pal. By the way, have you been to berthing yet? I saw a pile of letters on your rack. They may be further news from your baby mamas, or a summons to court, requesting child support!” Al laughed.