16
JUSTIN
Finally, being able to see Becca and Olivia was amazing! She is more beautiful than anything I could have imagined, pictures do not do her justice. My desire to be there for them, in any way they will have me, has just become stronger. I don’t know how to describe it, I wouldn’t say that I’m in love with her, but the need to protect them both from all the pain and heartbreak they have been through is the only thing I want right now.
Becca is so beautiful, down to her soul, she’s a beautiful person. Sitting here, I can’t stop the thoughts of all the shit I want to do to her. Looking around me, I see that the room is empty. Immediately, my dick is hard, straining in the confines of my uniform pants.
Releasing my dick, I groan when my hand squeezes. I close my eyes and picture my life with Becca. Desperate to feel her against me, surrounding me but having to hide from Olivia, thoughts of our future together fill my mind.
Sneaking up behind her in the kitchen while she’s washing dishes, flipping up her skirt and sliding her panties down to her knees. My chest against her back, my jean-covered cock resting between her ass cheeks. She moans when my teeth clamp around her ear, and my fingers find her clit.
“Shhh baby, don’t want Livie to know what we’re up to,” I whisper against her neck.
She’s already wet and ready for me, releasing my cock, I drag the head through her lips before sinking into her. The hot, wet walls of her pussy sucking me in, just as needy for me as I am for it.
A groan rumbles from my chest, my hand squeezing my dick harder as the mental picture unfolds.
Anchoring herself against the counter, she pushes her ass back into me. I love how much she wants me, how helpless she is against the passion. Her moans getting louder as I slide in and out, my balls slapping against her. I wrap my arms around her, one hand on her clit, one on her mouth as I rut into her.
“Cum for me, baby. Make that pussy squeeze me until I explode,” I tell her, my voice rough with need. My rhythm continues, slamming so far into her that her body can’t take any more before pulling almost all the way out, over and over. Her body flushes, pussy drenches my cock, and ripples start as her orgasm rolls over her. The walls of her pussy squeezing so hard that for a moment I’m afraid of rupturing a blood vessel. My balls draw up tight, ready to shoot my cum into her willing body.
My fingers don’t let up on her clit, extending her orgasm as long as possible, forcing my own from me.
Cum shoots onto the floor, over my hand and splashes onto my boot. That was the most realistic fantasy I’ve ever had and probably the best orgasm of my life. Slumping back in the chair, I have to catch my breath and pray that no one walks in. There’s no hiding what just happened, and I don’t have the energy to put my dick back in my pants just yet.
It takes another minute of just sitting there, slumped over the back of the chair, taking deep breaths before I’m able to move. I get myself put back to rights and clean up the floor when I get another idea, I pull up Skype. I need to talk to my sister. If anyone will be able to shed some light on what Becca is thinking, it would be her. I need to know if this is just me, if I am deluding myself into thinking that we could be more when I finally get out of this hell hole.
Since Becca and Olivia were still awake, I know it can’t be too late over there, not that I care. She’s my sister, I can wake her up in the middle of the night. I barely have to wait before my computer screen fills with her smiling face.
“Hey, Big Brother! How’s it going?” She seems a little out of breath, and I’m going to pretend that Jimmy has nothing to do with it. She is my baby sister, after all.
“Hey, Baby Sis. It’s hot, sand has taken up permanent residence in my ass crack, and there’s no beer. How are you?” She laughs, just like I knew she would. God, it’s good to see her.
“If you create any pearls, I don’t want them.”
Chuckling, I pretend to write something down. “Send all ass pearls to Emma. Got it.”
Taking a deep breath, I really look at Emma. Take in her appearance. “You look good, sis, happy. Your grumpy shadow is good for you.”
A beaming smile covers her face. “I’m happy. He really is an amazing man.” By the look she gives over the top of the computer, I can tell he’s there. Not that it surprises me, he’s never out of arm's reach of her. I rest easy knowing he’s taking care of her, no more trouble knocking on my door. If I’m being honest, I’m a little jealous. I want a girl that loves me as much as I love her, that needs me yet centers me.
“How are the girls? Avery and Amber haven’t been arrested, have they?” I’m only half kidding, those two are crazy.
Laughing again, she shakes her head. “The girls are good, still beyond pregnant and grumpy as shit. They complain that you need to send Charlie home, so they can have these damn babies.”
“I’m not sending Charlie home. Jimmy can take care of things until we get back.”
Coming into view is a disgruntled looking Jimmy. “Hey! Don’t curse me with that shit man. I’d probably off myself just so I didn’t have to hear Avery’s mouth.”
“I didn’t say you had to stay with them. Lock those crazies up in the storage room. It’s sound-proof-ish.” Jimmy contemplates it and nods his head in agreement.
“You guys are terrible.” Emma rolls her eyes at us.
“We’re SEALs, we have a plan for every possible situation, plus three backups.”
Emma just shakes her head at us. “Okay, Big Brother. What did you really want?”
Damn, that’s the thing with sisters, they are able to see through all your bullshit.
“Nothing. Can’t I just call to find out how my sister is doing? You’re too busy now for your brother. How’s the day care? Business good?”
Her face lights up again. “There it is.” A sly smile crosses her face. “She told you, didn’t she?”
“I have no idea what or who this she is you’re speaking of.” I try to play it cool, but I know I am failing miserably when I hear Jimmy shout in the background.
“Cut the crap, Justin, the gig is up. Just tell the woman what she wants to know. We have plans before I head down to the bar.”
“Really, Old Man! That’s my sister, fucker.” I didn’t need to know all that.
“What the hell is up with everyone calling me old?” Jimmy grumbled. I can hear Emma whisper something to Jimmy off screen and then giggle.
“I’m still here and do not need to hear that. Okay, fine, yes Becca told me you two are friends, and apparently, I am Olivia’s Batman.”
“Livie,” Emma corrects me. “She likes to be called Livie or Robin.” She begins to smile as she tells me about Livie. How smart she is, her flair for art, everything. I soak up the knowledge like a sponge, but I want to know about Becca.
“What can you tell me about Becca?” I try not to sound eager, but there is no fooling my sister.
“That if you are just looking for a quick lay then you better move the fuck on.” The serious look on her face catches me off guard. Gone is my fun-loving baby sister, but a fierce protector. These two have become part of the family in the short amount of time we have been gone.
“Damn, Emma, that hurt. Do you really think I would do something like that?”
She shakes her head. “No, but if I didn’t say anything, I would have regretted it. Look, I don’t know what Becca has told you about her past. I can tell you that she is skittish about getting into a relationship, let alone one with a military man. Livie is her whole world, and she will do anything to protect her, even push away someone she cares about. You need to proceed with caution. Be her friend before you try to get into her pants.”
“That’s all I want. I want to be there for them, to protect them from all the bad things in this world.” I hope that she can hear the sincerity in my voice.
“Well then, what do you need from me?” she says with a wink and a smile.
I chuckle at how quickly my sister is ready to help me with anything I need. A fierce protector but once she discovers your intentions, she will bend over backward to help. “I need to know everything there is to know about Becca. Anything it takes to get her to let me in.”
“You got it, Big Bro. Now, go save the world, I got to go see to my man.”
“Again, do not need to know that. Love you.”
“Love you too.”
Ending the connection, I feel slightly more confident in continuing this connection I feel to Becca and Olivia when I get home. We’re in the home stretch and nearing the end of deployment, but over here a few months feels closer to three years.
* * *
After a long ass day of training and watch, it’s finally time to hit the rack, but I want to check my email one more time to see if I have anything from Becca. I don’t even bother to put my laptop away anymore since I am on it so much; it’s shocking how quickly things have changed. I log into my email and see a new email from Becca, I click on it and eagerly begin reading.
From: [email protected]
Justin,
Thank you for calling to check in, it was good to SEE that you were in one piece. You didn’t have to do that, but it did ease my worries a lot. Olivia also loved being able to finally see you in person, she has been asking to talk to you for a while.
I know this is coming out of nowhere, but the way Livie reacted when the call dropped scared me. She is already so attached to you, and we haven’t even met. You’re a single guy with lots of options, I don’t expect you to want Livie and me in your life after deployment, but you need to understand we’re a package deal. I can’t let Livie get any more attached to you if you don’t really want us. I have to protect my daughter from the heartbreak that will come later. I can prepare her for it now, so the pain isn’t as overwhelming when you leave.
Having a child is a huge responsibility, one that I didn’t take on unknowingly, but was forced to take care of on my own. Not exactly the way I wanted it to be, but that’s life sometimes. I’m not saying that she would be your responsibility, but she is a huge factor in this.
All that was basically to say, although it was nice seeing you, please don’t call anymore. I’m not placing all the blame on you, I should have known better than to give her the phone. I will continue to write to you, of course, I WILL NOT DESERT YOU. Please don’t think that is what is going on here. Just know that all I want to do is protect my daughter.
I hope you understand,
Becca
That email completely catches me by surprise. A plethora of emotions are running through my system at this point. I have no idea what gave her the impression that I was that type of man, that I would just string her along until something better came. However, I have to respect her need to protect her daughter. Being a single mother, she has to be both the mom and dad. Fighting all the demons alone, without a break. How do I make her understand that all I want to do is be there for them in any way that she will let me? Being a shoulder to cry on when she has a bad day or just someone to be there to help out when she or Olivia is sick.
I need to respond to this email, I know that, but not right now. First, I need to work through the swirl of emotions running through my body. Once I can clearly articulate my thoughts and feelings, I will write her back and let her know exactly how things are going to go from here. I do know one thing for certain, I am not going anywhere. It is going to take a lot more than an email from a frightened mother to scare me away.