Chapter 18

North Carolina – 2006

Home Front

JoAnn sipped her coffee while she listened to her father-in-law talk. Jim sat at the kitchen table, still in his clothes, with a coffee cup in hand and a newspaper in front of him. He had read her ‘honey-do’ list and moved on to the newspaper. Kevin stepping in as the man of the house, had knocked off some of the items on her list, like raking and bagging old rotting leaves. Some fixes like repairing a leaky gutter required the touch of an experienced hand like Jim’s.

“I’ll take care of the gutter first.” He said.

She pulled her robe a little tighter around her as she leaned against the counter sipping her coffee. Despite keeping the house heated for all their naked activities there was still a chill in the air. It was mid-winter and JoAnn, being practical, had decided sweaters, sweatshirts, and robes were okay in the mornings and evenings. Otherwise, their home heating bill would be through the roof. Even with Bob’s employer making up the difference between his Army paycheck and what he made at the plant they still had to find ways to save. Having Jim come up and help with chores was one of them.

“Thanks, Jim, I appreciate all you are doing,” JoAnn said walking over and putting a hand on his strong shoulder.

“My pleasure. Glad to help.” He said as he reached for JoAnn putting his hand under her robe and running it over her ass.

JoAnn stood next to him looking at the front page of the local newspaper as her father-in-law patted her ass. President Bush was in Belgium for NATO meetings and had met the French President the day before, read the headline above the fold.

“Hi,” Oksana said walking into the kitchen from the direction of the kid’s bedrooms.

“How’s Sasha?” JoAnn asked as she watched her naked sister-in-law go to the coffee pot.

“She’s playing,” Oksana said as she poured herself a cup.

Oksana had moved in since Bob left for Iraq. The two women supported each other while their husbands were away. The den was given over to Oksana and Sasha for their use. Though Oksana slept upstairs with JoAnn most nights she also slept in other beds. Jenny, Lynn, and Kristy helped keep an eye on a growing Sasha. Oksana had committed to continue breastfeeding to the twin’s delight.

“You need anything from downtown?” he said.

“No, your fix to the playpen is holding up. She can’t get out.” She said giving her father-in-law a small white grin, which is a big smile for a Ukrainian.

JoAnn watched the two. Though Jim had been up to visit a couple of times since Bob deployed, the two hadn’t had sex since the trip to Florida. No one could blame Jim for taking a few liberties and letting his hands roam over his daughter-in-law’s beautiful body whenever they shared a hug. With JoAnn things were different.

“I’m going to Home Depot then meeting a friend for coffee. So back in a couple of hours,” Jim announced.

“Sounds good. I appreciate your help.” JoAnn said.

Jim continued to run his hand over her ass as he finished his coffee.

JoAnn kissed her father-in-law on the cheek as he stood to leave.

“Welcome, happy to help,” he said with a grin on his face.

Oksana let Jim give her a peck on the lips after he set his cup in the sink.

Since the first time he came up the mountain after Bob left for Iraq, JoAnn had made sure he felt appreciated.

JoAnn watched Jim go into the garage to Bob’s workbench, shutting the door behind him. He would probably slip out the side door to his truck.

She turned to Oksana. “You still have a client this morning?” she said.

Oksana had started seeing clients at a local massage clinic in Boone a couple of days a week.

“Not at the clinic, but Frank is coming by for a massage at 11.” She said. “Thanks for keeping an eye on Sasha.”

JoAnn just nodded. Frank was getting a ‘special massage’ one with the old school ‘happy ending.’

Shortly after returning from Florida, Oksana had told JoAnn that she needed to put some money aside, for herself, in a hurry. Back in Ukraine pretty girls often worked in massage parlors servicing foreigners who paid with US dollars for hand jobs and blow jobs along with the massage. Could she do that here?

JoAnn thought about it. It was against the law. Within the growing ‘home nudity’ community she could quietly put the word out. But was Oksana sure? Could she and Bob help?

“I need to do this for myself,” Oksana said her face serious.

JoAnn didn’t judge her. Just helped Oksana set up the home office with a portable massage table and other miscellaneous items like lotions and a CD player. They decided Oksana would keep the client list short and only older men who had a certain income level and who were known to them or their friends.

Nancy, the first person she spoke with, suggested Frank, for a price, might like a ‘special massage’ from Oksana. JoAnn did have to explain what a ‘happy ending’ was. She also suggested it was for a worthy cause, Oksana.

In the kitchen, JoAnn put a hand on Oksana’s arm.

“I saw you were in Kevin’s room last night. I hope he’s not coming on too strong?” she asked. Kevin had become the ‘cock of the house’ since his dad left. He was still a bit pushy at times. Teenage hormones. Oksana had been on Kevin’s bed legs up and open as Kevin vigorously worked his teenage cock back and forth. With no doors, there was no privacy in the house.

Oksana took a moment to respond. “Kevin is okay. He asked first and he’s sweet. So, no.”

Oksana continued, “I hope it’s okay with you. I know he comes to your room a couple of times a week. He said you made the rule.”

JoAnn nodded. “Well, if he gets too pushy let me know. Yes, with his dad gone, if I didn’t make the rule, he would be coming to my room every night.” JoAnn said. She had set Kevin’s visit limit at twice a week to come to her bed for cuddles or mother-son sex.

The two women stood up. Oksana went to get ready, and JoAnn started her house chores.

After starting a load of laundry and prepping for dinner, she took a magazine and sat on the couch while Sarsha played quietly in front of her. Frank arrived and was greeted by Oksana dressed in a red silk robe and a smile on her face. Without changing out of his clothes the older man was escorted to the ‘massage room.’

Frank tried to smile at JoAnn but looked embarrassed as he walked across the living room for his second visit with Oksana. After his first visit last week, he had sent over one of his golf buddies, a widowed investment banker, for a massage.

JoAnn kept an eye on the clock. They had been in the room for about half an hour. Last week she had quietly stood in the doorway watching Oksana work. About now Frank would flip onto his back, naked, no sheet to cover his nudity. He would open his eyes and see Oksana standing naked next to him.

Oksana would continue to work on his chest and legs occasionally letting her fingers brush over or near his cock and groin. His penis would have started to rise in the air. Frank, a dignified man, might put a hand on her thigh or butt even as her heavy veiny breasts dangled within arm’s reach. She might lean over breasts in his face as she ran her oiled fingers over the cock. She would ask mouth or hand to finish.

After hearing how much Oksana was charging for each massage, plus tip, JoAnn had considered taking a few clients of her own. Forget going back to nursing work.

Setting her magazine down. She walked to the office and peeked in. In the center of the room on the massage table, Oksana had her mouth on Frank’s cock, head bobbing up and down as he gripped one of her breasts, his hips rising off the table.

Part of her was sad, not for Frank. He was getting a great massage and a first-class blow job. Oksana’s husband Chris had become increasingly distant. Yes, he was in Afghanistan. However, he had started missing scheduled video calls and did not email his wife as often as he used to. When he did video call it was to see his daughter for a few minutes. Oksana felt something was wrong and was taking steps to protect herself.

On the table, Frank pulled Oksana closer as he shot his load in her mouth. Oksana used a baby wipe to catch his semen and wipe his cock as it started to go limp. He was smiling, relief on his face, he patted her ass.

“Thank you!”

Oksana smiled, “Shower?”

JoAnn went back to the couch and her magazine. Yes, she could do that.

Later, after Oksana had finished and had gone shopping with Sasha, JoAnn sat folding laundry in her bedroom watching Fox News on the TV. Jim was in the backyard working on the gutters.

“Knock, knock,” Jim said standing in the doorway. “Want some company? Otherwise, I’ll get on the road home.” Jim said as he stood naked in front of her.

JoAnn knew what he wanted, sex. She added a bra to a stack of underwear.

“Sure, let me finish,” JoAnn said. Why not? She had thought to herself just three weeks ago when this same scene played out. That day, Jim got a nice blow job for his efforts. Last week they had sex after he worked all morning on the dryer, replacing a belt and saving her an expensive service call.

Her father-in-law had a big grin on his face. “I’ll take a quick shower and be right back.”

JoAnn watched him go. Bob’s dad was a good man. He was taking care of JoAnn, Oksana, and the grandkids as he had promised. Besides Kevin, she didn’t have a lot of options. Pastor Scott had been pressing her to see if he should come by. She kept saying no. So, Jim, it was.

Besides, Kristy had a standing date obligation with Pastor Scott for sex on the first Sunday of each month, until Bob returned. A deal Bob had made with Scott that Kristy had agreed to. A daughter swap deal involving Sarah and Caroline, they had made back in December, before he went off to Iraq. Boys! Kristy was old enough to make up her own mind. She was also getting ‘Golfing Lessons’ from Frank. Quite the little teenage whore since she lost her virginity to her dad.

JoAnn laughed to herself thinking about Kristy and her kids as she folded laundry and waited for Jim to finish his shower.

Heck, over in Iraq Bob was probably enjoying a reunion with his sister right about now. That had come as a surprise, Hannah’s sudden work trip to Iraq. She and the girls baked up some goodies and put a couple of sexy Polaroids in a heavily taped shoe box for hand delivery.

Life was complicated with Bob gone. She was managing but missed him. She was even considering going back to work part-time as a nurse, or a ‘happy ending’ masseuse. She had put out some feelers already for both.

JoAnn was sitting on the edge of the bed when a grinning Jim returned, freshly showered and ready for sex. With a smile on her face, she obliged him.

Kristy sat on the end of her bed deep in thought. Her grandpa had just left, and her mom was making dinner. She gripped the putter Frank had loaned her, hands parallel thumbs pointed down the shaft reviewing her latest lesson. She’d had two lessons so far. Frank explained the golf courses in the area would not reopen until April or May. Until then indoor practice and lessons.

Kristy stood naked in the living room of the large multilevel house not far off the scenic Blue Ridge Parkway, for her first lesson. Frank had laid out a strip of green artificial turf and a cup on the hardwood floor and they started on the basics. His granddaughter Raquel joined them. Kristy could tell having another teenager around made Frank a little more relaxed. She eyeballed the older man, tall, dignified, with a nice cock, as he talked. They were all naked except for their athletic shoes.

Several times Frank put his arms around her as he taught her the right grip and how to swing the putter and make contact with the little white ball. He asked Raquel to demonstrate a putt. They watched as she put the ball in the cup more often than not. The seventeen-year-old looked good as her heavy breasts swayed freely as she swung, her hips steady, her feet planted, very sexy. Frank’s cock gradually came erect as his groin made contact with Kristy’s ass and he held her for longer, his arms frequently brushing against her breasts.

She had expected to have sex that afternoon and prepared herself mentally. To start paying the price for lessons, new clothes, and eventually access to the best country club in the area in Blowing Rock.

Lesson over, sitting on the couch the two girls drank iced tea, Frank casually suggested Kristy give him a blow job, since they were done. She must have had a surprised look on her face.

“Kristy, I know we talked about a ‘date’ for sex as part of the arrangement. I think today, a blow job would be sufficient.” He had said a little smile on his face as he sipped a glass of whiskey Raquel had poured for him.

Kristy had looked at Raquel who sat on the other side of Frank. “I agree.” She said, “I know you two have an arrangement and I am part of the cover story. Kristy is coming to see me if anyone asks. So yes, blow job.” Raquel said a little smirk on her pretty face with its short goth haircut and dark lipstick.

Frank took a sip, glanced at Raquel then Kristy, “Your dad spent an afternoon with Raquel before he left.”

Raquel blushed at the mention of Bob and looked away out the big windows. “Yes, he did,” she said wistfully.

Kristy could see that Frank liked to speak his mind and say it straight. She liked that. He had kept up his part of the bargain, her dad had sex with one of his granddaughters. Setting her iced tea on a side table she slid off the couch and onto the carpeted floor in front of Frank. Raquel put down her drink and scooted closer to her grandfather, letting him put an arm around her shoulders. Kristy took ahold of Frank’s cock, examining it. Circumcised like her dad’s, not as long, it fit in her hand, the pubes around his balls neatly trimmed.

Frank relaxed back into the cushion pushing his hips forward. Kristy checked her emotions. This was just a blow job, with no meaning, not even full-on sex. Though on a positive note, she did like Frank and found him attractive. She started to stroke him; he was already half hard, so it didn’t take much to get him fully erect, especially when Raquel with her beautiful boobs started kissing Frank’s neck and chest.

Kristy took a deep breath and opened her mouth to Frank’s cock and did what she had been taught by her mom and dad. She used her lips and tongue to tease as she gently moved her face up and down making the O with her lips.

“Yes, like that. That feels so good,” Frank said pushing his hips forward to the edge of the cushion.

After a few minutes of sucking, she paused to look at Frank and Raquel as she used her fist again on his stiff cock, not there yet. He had an arm around his granddaughter’s waist holding her close. Both of them were watching Kristy.

“Grandpa, cum in her mouth, please,” Raquel said in a little girl’s voice as she placed a kiss on his clean-shaven cheek.

Kristy heard. She wasn’t the best at swallowing, she didn’t always enjoy the taste. Still holding his cock, she put her mouth on him again and did her best to make their first blow job an experience her ‘sugar daddy’ wouldn’t forget.

“Anything for you, honey,” Frank said as he reached across and teased one of Raquel’s perky pink nipples as Kristy renewed her attack on his old cock.

She was jolted back to the present when her cell phone rang on her desk.

“Hello,” she said answering the phone.

“This is Rachel Kaplan. I got your message asking me to call. I hope your dad is alright?” She said.

Kristy put her at ease. “Yes, he’s fine as far as we know. Thank you for calling me back. My dad said if I had anything I wanted to talk about, I could call you.”

“Of course, If you want to meet, I can get you in this Friday afternoon, in Boone.”

“This is all confidential?”

“Yes, and your dad signed a parental consent form before he left, so I can see you. No need to ask your mom.”

“I’ve never spoken with a therapist before. Dad said you are an expert on sex stuff, for teens.”

Kristy heard a little laugh. Rachel’s English was slightly accented she noticed. Dad said she was an Israeli now living in the States.

“Yes. I am a Marriage and Family Therapist (MFT) and am also working on my license in sexology. I can explain in more detail at our first session.” Rachel said.

“Okay,” Kristy said. She liked the sound of Rachel’s voice.

They arranged an appointment time for after school.

“I’ll see you Friday,” Rachel said. “I’m looking forward to meeting you.”

Kristy felt better as she ended the call. Without her dad here, she needed another person to talk with. Her mom was open to talking but she didn’t always want to share her feelings with her. Kristy understood that what they were doing was probably wrong, the family sex. She’d fucked her dad, brother, and let her grandpa Jim mess around with her, though no sex, yet.

She’d had sex with Pastor Scott twice now. First with her parents and Sarah and Caroline. That had been fun. At the beginning of February, she went to his house after church on the first Sunday of the month as agreed. For just an hour or so since she had a shift at the clothing store. Everything started out normal then got a little weird when Scott asked if it was alright if Ben joined them. Naked on the bed in the master bedroom by then she had just shrugged her shoulders, sure.

That visit to Pastor Scott had been one of the kinkier moments in her young life, even after all the stuff she did down in Florida. The guys lay on either side of her running their hands over her breasts, kissing her and her body. Next thing she knew, Scott leaned over and placed his mouth on Ben’s partially erect penis.

Her first thought had been. Umm, what! But she had seen dudes sucking off dudes at house parties in Florida so didn’t freak out. She found it kind of hot actually. She pulled Ben down to her and opened her mouth to French kiss him. With his unruly mess of curly brown hair, he was kind of cute in a nerdy way. Kristy briefly lost track of all they did. Ben went down on his dad’s cock and Kristy jumped in to suck Ben, keeping him hard all the while both of them were running their hands over her breasts, pussy, and ass. Someone stuck a finger in her anus, she had a mouth full of cock so couldn’t object. Ben’s mouth found its way to her muff, by then super wet.

She remembered opening her eyes to see Caroline standing by the bed, naked, video camera in hand. Kristy orgasmed more than once as first Ben pushed his cock inside her as she lay on her back. Not too big. She sucked Scott’s cock as Ben fucked her. That was a first, two guys at once.

“He hasn’t been with anyone besides his mom and sister.” Scott had said as she sucked on him as Ben gave her cunt short, quick strokes. She just nodded her head, resting on a pillow. The two switched. Scott now between her legs. Her pastor was smiling as he entered her pushing her legs up her feet on his shoulders. He went harder at her than he had the first time they fucked; she lay back and took it as her right hand found her clit.

She was jacking off Ben with her left hand when Scott dropped her legs and pulled out. Ben took over jerking himself and making all kinds of noise until his semen landed on her boobs and belly. Scott was not far behind his son. His load of goo exploded on her accompanied by loud grunts covering her muff and belly. Kristy had orgasmed multiple times and was hot and spent. Ben lay down next to her placing his head on her breasts as his breathing steadied.

“Thank you!” Ben said quietly.

“Any time. You were great.” She replied, feeding his ego. She kissed him again and realized she meant what she said.

Ben, his forehead damp with sweat, was beaming with pride as they broke their kiss.

“Really?”

“Yes. Call me.” Kristy was committed now.

Scott slid off the bed, his cock limp to stand with his wife Caroline who had set the camera down in order to masturbate to the live sex show.

He didn’t say much as he left the bedroom his need for her satisfied, she guessed.

Kristy showered and went to work at the clothing store like nothing had happened. She had sat in her dad’s truck outside the store composing herself before going into the mall. No tears. No one else knew what she had just done, except those in the room. She had been Ben’s first, outside of family, that was nice. She felt good going into the store even if her legs felt a little weak. Mica, the other girl working gave her a funny look then went back to folding and tagging.

She entered the appointment with Rachel on her calendar. Kristy had a lot of questions and a few things to confess.

At the end of her first golf lesson, Frank had cum in her mouth, and she dutifully swallowed, only a little bit of white goo escaping her mouth and running down her chin. Enough for Raquel to join her on the floor for a long kiss, licking her granddad’s semen off Kristy’s chin. She liked Raquel, they made a good team and would look great together in tight little golf skirts and tops at her granddad’s country club in the Spring.

Taking ahold of the putter, she took a few more practice swings before going down to help her mom with dinner and to see if Oksana would give her some fresh milk, off the tit. Like her dad she had developed a taste for it, she missed him.

Iraq -February

In Country

In the early morning light streaming through the big window, SFC (E7) Wilkins admired the naked woman tucked under his arm. He gently ran his fingers over the contours of her large breasts enjoying the feel of the soft smooth flesh underneath the quilted duvet pulled up over them. They would have to get up soon. He was in Baghdad to attend a coordination meeting at one of the repurposed villas near the US Embassy inside the fortified Green Zone.

The body under his arm stirred.

“Hey, you,” Hannah said, her voice sleepy.

Her hand automatically sought out his dick. She gave his cock a tug as she kissed his hairy chest.

Bob placed a kiss on her forehead as her eyes found his.

“I don’t think we have time for another.” He said looking at the digital clock on the nightstand as her hand fondled her brother’s cock and balls.

They had done it three times since they got into the small room in the Al-Rasheed Hotel the night before, the top hotel in the expansive fortified Green Zone along the Tigris River. Whatever Hannah was doing, her team had the juice to get good rooms, hard to come by priority transport, and a squad of Air Force Security Police watching over them as they worked in the Iraq National Museum.

“Too bad,” Hannah said sitting up and pushing off the duvet.

“Maybe, if I can find a reason to get back here, we can hook up again.” He said. He hated the International Zone or the better-known name the ‘Green Zone,’ but he loved his sister. “What’s your plan for today?”

“It’s probably our last day at the museum. Dr. Jackson said he found what we came for.” Hannah said sitting up in bed, stretching her back, and giving him one last look at her naked body.

“Then what? Y’all heading back to Colorado?” Bob asked.

“Honesty with this being my first time out in the field and in training, I don’t know. Just doing what I’m told.” Hannah said as she slid off the bed.

“Showers then Burger King?” Bob said referring to one of the American fast-food places in the zone near the hotel.

“Shower yes, no time for BK. Our trucks will be here at 0800 and I need to meet the team in the lobby first.” Hannah said, having gotten used to using the military 24-hour clock.

He didn’t have access even at his clearance level to know what her team, of which she was a junior member, was up to. A military Civil Affairs Team working with the Iraqi antiquities authority is what they were nominally on paper.

He let it go and slid out of bed to hit the switch on the electric kettle. He made a couple of cups of instant coffee as Hannah got ready.

After he showered and shaved, he dressed in his newly issued Army Combat Uniform (ACU) that had replaced the chocolate chip pattern desert BDUs. He checked himself in the mirror. Everything was in place, he looked presentable, that’s all that mattered. Hannah dressed in her tactical 5.11 khakis, an untucked green safari shirt over a sports bra, and Army desert combat boots stood behind him with a backpack over her shoulder, a civilian Boonie hat in one hand, and a shoe box in the other.

“Here, JoAnn gave these to me for you. From the family.” She handed him a heavily taped shoe box, “Cookies and brownies I’m told,” she said.

“Thanks!” he said. He immediately wondered what kind of shape the baked goods were in and how long he could hide them once he got back to his room up north at Balad Air Base.

He stuffed the box in his rucksack. His loadbearing equipment, plate carrier, helmet, rifle, his ‘battle rattle’ were locked in a cage at the FOB (Forward Operating Base). He had a Sig P226 pistol in a hip holster under his ACU blouse, always armed.

“Thanks for getting Major Jenkins a room here. He really appreciated y’all taking care of it so he could get a good night’s sleep and call his family. He’ll owe you.”

“No problem. Dr. Jackson was happy to take care of him, he has a soft spot I guess for you snake eaters.” She said.

Bob turned to her. “Be safe. Remember, keep your head on a swivel. You have my numbers. Call me or send a message if you need us.” he said looking into his sister’s eyes. She nodded, understanding, and lifted her shirt. In a leather hip holster was the gift he had found for her, a compact Berretta .380 pistol with walnut grips, previously owned by an Iraqi Army General. A little insurance if things got bad.

He wrapped his arms around his sister from behind as they gazed out the plate glass windows at the Baghdad skyline, fresh black smoke rising in the distance. A nasty ugly city thought Bob. He kissed her curly hair and nibbled on one ear pulling her close. He smelled her scent one last time, hands on her large chest he squeezed her girls. Hannah held his hands in her chest for a moment before pulling them off and they turned to face each other, each putting on their best fake smile. They kissed not like brother and sister, but as incestuous lovers open mouthed with tongue knowing this could be the last time together for some time.

As they headed out, the calendar on the wall by the door told him it was Wednesday, February 22. The previous week his big boss Major General (MG) McChrystal got his third star, a promotion to Lieutenant General (LTG). In Iraq, there was the war being fought by the Coalition Forces and there was the fight being waged by Special Operations Command.

On Friday his new friend Liv would visit Baghdad as the guest of a large UK based NGO to visit a couple of select children and mothers’ health programs. At her request, Bob had arranged for her to visit a US Military Hospital so she could spend time with injured American soldiers and the staff. In and out of the country in 72 hours and hopefully, a chance to grab some alone time.

Back in Washington, The White House was of the view that the war was winding down. The reality was different here, the war was not won, and his boss was directing the special operators to take the fight further west to AQ-I every day. He and Major Jenkins were on edge, they could feel the tension in the air and read classified reports about what was happening on the ground. Today they had another meeting about coordinating the use of ISR (Intelligence, Surveillance, and Reconnaissance) assets with their partners.

Three more months and he would be home. In the meantime, there was still a lot of war yet to be fought and many pointless meetings to attend.

“Ms. Wilkins!”

Hannah saw the Air Force Security Policeman coming across the lobby and stopped.

“Hey, Meghan. What’s up?” Hannah said to the young woman dressed in desert pattern camouflage BDUs.

Senior Airman (E4) Rodgers carried an M4 carbine and a holstered pistol on her thigh. Her sandy blonde hair was tucked under a wide brimmed Boonie hat. The two had become friendly in the last week. Rodgers the only woman on the security squad and Hannah the only woman on the small ‘Civil Affairs’ team working at the museum with Dr. Jackson.

“Passing the word. Dr. Jackson wants everyone to bring down their luggage. We’re checking out.”

“Oh. Where too?”

Rodgers leaned in talking in a soft conspirator-like voice that only Hannah could hear.

“Babylon. Down south.”

Hannah nodded her head thinking. “How are we getting there?”

“The Army is laying on a CH-47 for us.” The airman replied. Referring to the big tandem-rotor helicopter known as the Chinook.