Prologue

I awoke this morning like so many others, but today was to be very different. Like clockwork at 4am the familiar cadences and the words, “Yo Lep! Yo Lep! Yo Lep! Right! Lep!” drifted in from outside. I remember jokingly asking my dad before he deployed if all Marines made “Lep” turns...and does two “Leps” make a right.

I was wiping the sleep out of my eyes staggering up the hall toward the bathroom with my piss filled morning wood. On my way I wrapped on my little sister May's door “Come on PipSqeak, gotta get ready for school” I hollered. I heard a muffled “OK, I'm up” as I ducked into the bathroom to take care of some pressing issues.

A short while later May and I were sitting at the table shoveling down some Cereal. As part of our morning routine May jumped up and went over to the fridge and put a big X on the calendar for today and gleefully exclaimed “Fourteen days! Daddy will be back in two weeks!” May is a blast to be around. At the time May was bubbly little sister. I was in my senior year due to graduate this year. Mom was a civilian nurse who worked nights at an off base hospital. So she usually slept the bulk of the day.

We finished our breakfast, and put our dishes in the sink, picked up our backpacks and headed for the door. I got no farther than the foyer when I saw a black towncar stop out front, out of it came two Marines in full dress blues. My stomach lurched, I almost puked right there.

“Steve, are you ok? You don't look good.” I heard May say behind me.

“May, I need you to go upstairs and wake mom up and tell her we have visitors, and that it's important. When you tell her stay upstairs until one of us comes and gets you.” I said to her.

“But.....” She tried to ask something.

“Please May now don't argue” I cut her off before she could finish her sentence. She quickly scampered away.

The two Marines had now made their way to the door, I opened the screen door before they could knock

“Steven Arnold?” One of the Marines asked.

“Yes sir, and unfortunately I already know who you two are” I replied, staring at the floor.

“Is your mother home son” One asked.

“She works nights, I sent my sister to wake her up. She will be down in a second.”

I heard my mom's footsteps coming down the stairs.

“Steve, honey who is it?” She asked from across the room.

When she approached she saw I was some combination of green from nausea and white with shock.

“Steve, honey whats wrong?”

I took a small step to the side. Upon seeing the two Marines, my mother just started screaming “No!” over and over again. She lost all function in her legs and crumpled to the floor. I had to do a near dive in order to catch her.

Speaking in a soft voice you don't usually hear from a Marine one of them said “Mrs. Arnold it is my sorrowful duty to inform you that last night Lt. Steven Arnold Sr was killed in a road side IED attack while serving his country in the Helmund Province of Afghanistan. On behalf of the United States Marine Corps, and a grateful nation........” His words just became a muted mumble as I sat on the floor holding my mother.

After the funeral, I tried to do every thing in my power to make my mom's life easy as possible. I fielded all the news media, the household chores, cooking, thank you notes, and all the other tasks of daily life while still attending school.

Shortly after the funeral my mom had no choice but to return to work. One particular evening about a month after the funeral I had finished a shitload of homework, I was cleaning up dinner and making something for mom when she got home in the morning. From behind me May asked a question, I don't even remember what it was, I think she needed help with a math problem or something. The events of the last month, the stress, and the emotion I had bottled up to give a strong appearance, had all boiled to a head at that moment. Unfortunately May caught the full force of it when the dam broke. I exploded into a loud venomous tirade.

“Jesus Fucking Christ, May...Do I have to do every God Damn thing around here....” Was just a small part of what I spewed, storming away to my room slamming the door so hard the would house shook. I threw my self onto the bed and just burst into tears, my face and neck were so hot from every emotion ranging from anger to self pity, all being released at one time. I laid there for a long time after calming down just staring at the wall, I remember hearing the faint sound of Taps being played at the nearby recruit barracks. I was essentially asleep with my eyes open. I never heard my door open, I was shaken out of my fog by the realization that May had slipped into the bed and curled up tightly behind me sobbing.

“Please don't be mad at me...Please don't hate me...I'm sorry...you and mom are all that I have left...I'll do better I promise...Please Steve...I love you.” She said nearly unintelligibly, trying to breathe between sobs.

I flipped over and pulled her tight to me in a hug and cradled her head into my chest, and cried along with her for a while. She was shaking, and her face absolutely soaked with tears.

“No May don't be sorry, you didn't do anything wrong at all, I was a total fucktard for going off like that, my emotions got the better of me. I will never hate you, never! You're my little sister I will always love you....ok?”

“Ok...fucktard.” She replied, we both busted out laughing. I hugged her so tight she had to beg me to loosen up.

I woke up Saturday morning with an unusual sensation. After my brain started working I realized May was still in bed with me in my arms, we were in a spooning position, her back to me. She was wearing one of my hand me down t-shirts and a pair of cotton panties. My morning wood was tucked up firmly against her little ass. May had spent many nights with me after dad died because of nightmares, but this is the first time I had ever been aroused by it. I was not sure weather to be horny or disgusted with myself.

My door creaked open, and moms head popped in. She smiled at the sight as she made eye contact with me. Pointing to May still asleep, mom asked “Is she ok?” I nodded and motioned for mom to enter. Mom came in and sat on the bed next to May and lightly stroked her hair. I explained to her what had happened the night before. How I went ballistic on May for no reason what so ever, that I had talked to her and made up, and this is where she fell asleep so I just let her be.

“Honey, your are now the man of the house, and you had that responsibility suddenly dropped in your lap. You have been so strong taking care of me and May. But I haven't seen you cry or show much emotion. Instead of letting yourself grieve, you have been so busy keeping this family together. It had to come out eventually, and frankly I'm glad it did. Thank you for being so strong, I don't think anyone other than your fathers son could have done it.” She gave me a soft kiss on the forehead and slipped off to bed. Leaving May and I to rest for a bit longer.

I crept out of bed causing May to stir a little. I left her in my bed, before I exited the room I stood there watching her for a minute. She was sleeping peacefully, her slightly than shoulder length blond hair braided behind her head. Her eyes though closed were still slightly red and puffy, her mouth hanging slightly open looked so damn inviting my old shirt had wormed it's way up to her waist exposing her plain white cotton panties. She had just the slightest hint of breasts but had large puffy nipples pressing against the shirt. Through her panties I could see a clear impression of her bare cunny, it was obvious she he had no hair downstairs or it would have shown through. I couldn't believe myself looking and thinking of my sister in this way, and went to get a shower, my johnson leading the way.

I was letting the water cascade over me, I felt so much better after my emotional release last night, I could actually breathe easier. I think I understood how Atlas must have felt carrying the weight of the world on his shoulders. I was startled by a light tap on the bathroom door.

“Steve...I'm sorry, I have to pee really bad and I can't wait any more.” May said as she scurried in before I could object. There was not much either of us could do for privacy, the shower door was clear, and the toilet was right in front of it so we were basically facing each other. She made it to the bowl and dropped her panties and was already peeing before her bottom even made contact with the seat. She let out an “ahhhh” as she seemed to urinate for ever.

“Damn girl, you had a full tank!” I said chuckling.

“Told you I had to pee” She retorted with a giggle.

I noticed the whole time she was there she never took her eyes off of my midsection, it was still engorged. There wasn't much room in the shower stall to try and hide it so I just pretended not to notice, and shrugged it off as curiosity on her part. She finally finished, wiped, and without thinking flushed....”May!!!” I bellowed trying not to wake up mom.

“Sorry...I'm so sorry.” she turned red as a beet as she fled the bathroom.

I just sighed as I couldn't be mad at her. I was now just flat out hard as a rock and had to take care of it. May had left the door open, but Mom slept like a rock and May probably already poured a bowl of cereal. So I soaped up and started a steady stroke. I don't recall being this hard since puberty, back when a stiff breeze could do it for me. One hand on the top of the shower door and the other stroking as images of being snugged into the crack of May's ass all night flowed through my head. It wasn't long before I tensed up and trying not to grunt or make noise, shot my load all over the shower door. I swear if I had not been holding on I would have collapsed in the shower. I recovered after a few minutes, finished my shower, threw on some sweatpants, and prepared to sit on the couch and do nothing today.

I missed days when I was horny and just felt the urge. I would called Jenna my girlfriend and we would have spent the day together and at

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