Bob Prick Van Winkle: Family Date Time
Copyright© 2021 by Pete Fox
Epilogue
Erotica Sex Story: Epilogue - A new story line, with the author Lubrican permission, in the epic Prick Van Winkle twisted fairytale storyverse. Detective Zack, husband to Val, discovers some of the Van Winkle family incestuous secrets. He asks Bob to take care of his new wife Val's needs when he goes off to war but with a few conditions of his own.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Ma/ft Mult Teenagers Consensual Heterosexual Fiction Historical Sharing Wife Watching Incest Father Grand Parent Group Sex Swinging Massage Oral Sex Pregnancy Big Breasts
Bob woke with a start his heart racing, beads of sweat on his forehead. As far as he could remember his 50 years of sleep had been peaceful, for a while after waking from his long nap his wounded psyche had not bothered him like in the years after the end of the war. He looked at the TV images playing silently on the cable news program of young men in combat in Afghanistan. Along with the events of September 11 which they all watched in real-time this was the first war he was watching live as it happened. Not the delays of weeks or sometimes months to read the war news or go to the cinema to see a news real like when he was growing up in the 1940s.
The dream was always the same a dark German panzer (tank) swiveling its big gun toward him. He could not move, his bazooka empty his friends dead he could do nothing but wait ... then he was at the concentration camp bodies everywhere the living dead pleading for help, the helpless feeling and later the anger as they lined up SS guards machine gunning them to death.
Bob knew in a clinical way this new ‘war on terror’ was bringing up these old memories that to him were only a few years ago not over five decades ago. In time he would need to deal with the memories. Maybe see if any of his old war buddies still lived.
It was dark outside the faint glow of the clock on the microwave in the kitchen told him it was after 3 am he had fallen asleep on the couch and now was restless. He retrieved the box from his room that he had pulled from the attic when the dreams started again, shortly after Zack being called up and disappearing to fight this new type of war. Clicking on a lamp he looked at the small meticulously crafted wooden box he had stored in his old army footlocker for all these years.
Opening the lid, he let his eyes then his fingers sort through the items. Colorful campaign and service ribbons from his time in European Theatre ... the blue, white, and red striped piece of cloth holding the silver star ... the enameled blue of the musket and wreathe of his CIB ... a black metal Iron Cross ... numerous black and white photos. Digging past the old pieces of uniform like his Thunderbird divisional patch worn from wear, his fingers found the heavy object wrapped in an oiled piece of silky cloth. He set it aside. He let his eyes stray over the photo’s not lingering lest they bring back an unwanted memory ... nevertheless he saw himself in uniform first in training then dirtier and harder in Europe, posing with friends or with destroyed German machines of war. An image of him and his older brother Frank, a pilot, who found him in Munich after the war ended for a short reunion. Another a picture of a pretty German fraulein who a uniformed Bob had his arm around, his Munich girlfriend who gave him the box. He set the stack of photo’s aside his mind full of memories.