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Gwen gets beaten

CHAPTER ONE

It was just a fucking fluke. That's all. I had everything set up perfectly I was careful, never got greedy and kept my mouth shut. It was pure luck the Marines ever found out.

See, I don't know if you're aware of it, but the Marines, the Navy, the Army and the Air Force, have got warehouses all over the world, massive, enormous warehouses with ten of billions of dollars worth of every thing under the sun in them.

The Armed Forces themselves don't know what's in a lot of those warehouses. Hell, sometimes they lose track of the warehouses! They've got enough boots to last forty years, for example, enough ladders to supply all four branches until the second coming.

I had carefully maneuvered myself into supply, learning how the paperwork rivers ran, figuring out what flags would raise concern, draw attention, which items sat for years unnoticed, where things could be… shifted… without anyone missing them.

That was the key, you see. Stealing was fine, as long as the investigation didn't focus on you, but if you could arrange things so nobody knew they were missing… ah, now that was the perfect crime.

The easiest to do this was to add a few items to an order… only on paper, of course. Then you lifted the items. The warehouse would then ship the correct number to whomever ordered them.

At the other end the panty receiving them might or might not notice they had less items than their bill of lading. If they did they'd send a form 249-F. Once you sent an acknowledgement of the 249-F, well, as far as they were concerned the problem was over. And if you made sure that 249-F disappeared then the warehouse didn't notice anything either.

Another favorite was to place an order for something without my boss finding out. Then when it arrived I'd divert it, and the paperwork, and presto, nobody realized anything was missing.

I had been careful, slow and careful, working my way up from pocketing a few scopes and binoculars, to whole pallets, then to entire truck-loads… once I had a few reliable partners.

But a fluke hit. One day my shit-head lieutenant showed up on a Sunday because he'd had a fight with his wife. He discovered a shipment of mine just being loaded, and followed up on it.

For a while there it looked like I'd wind up in the stockade for ten or twenty years. Me and my partners had shifted a few million bucks worth of stuff by then, though, and the Marines were more concerned with avoiding bad publicity.

They cut me a deal, a DD (dishonorable discharge) in exchange for my giving them back what money I had, and keeping my mouth shut. I think their real problem was they didn't want everyone to find out how easy it was to cop their stuff.

Anyway, I gave them the money in my bank accounts… but kept back a couple hundred grand I'd squirreled away under an assumed name. This was money I'd made from a scheme I hadn't let my partners in on, so the Marines, and the Navy, knew nothing about it.

If they did I think it might have been the straw that broke the fuckin' camel's ass, you know? So I knew I had to be careful. I was a twenty-five year old ex-Marine with a DD and no particular career prospects.

And as long as I wasn't sure the fuckin' Marines weren't watching me I couldn't touch my stash either. So I went home, and wasn't that a fuckin' pill.

My old man was a lawyer, and a fuckin' thief, no matter what he pretended. The house was real nice, no mansion, but six bedrooms a big, private back yard, in ground swimming pool, satellite dish… you get the picture.

I wanted a place like it. I sure wasn't gonna spend half my life in law school, then sucking up to assholes like my old man did, and working twelve hours a day to get it, though.

So anyway, I arrived home one late June day, the proverbial returned to the nest. It wasn't any surprise to my parents, of course, since we'd talked on the phone about my little… problem… since my arrest. My mom actually believed me when I said it was all a mistake. My dad, well…

As I walked up the walk I couldn't help thinking how little the place had changed in the three years since I'd seen it. Yeah, three years. Me and my family never were all that fuckin' close.

Anyway, I'd been in Japan for two of those years, then in Washington for the third.

So anyway, there I was out of the fuckin' brig for the first time in six month, thinking of where I could go to get my fuckin' ashes hauled, and I use my old key to let myself in.

It was the middle of the afternoon. The old man was working, of course. The asshole never got home much before eight or nine. The old lady was out somewhere, shopping maybe. I dumped my stuff, got a drink from the bar, and wandered through the house.

I went through the sunroom, the air frigid because the old lady always kept the air-conditioner up too high, and saw the sliding glass doors leading out to the back yard. And there out there on a chaise lounge, was a Suzie.

Suzie was marine slang for Suzie rotten-crotch. It's what we called whores. Basically anything with the right looks was a Suzie – unless there was someone around who'd get pissed about it.

I slid the door open and took a deep breath of the hot, moist air rolling in, then stepped out with my glass. The girl was laying with her head towards me, on her back, so didn't see me.

I wasn't sure who it was, at first hard to see faces upside down, and anyway. I was looking at her cleavage, which was real nice, believe me – real nice. This slut had some nice cones.

I walked up and she suddenly sat up with a start, turning to face me. Fuck, was that a surprise.

It was my little sister Gwen. I was shocked. I mean, the last time I saw her she was a fuckin' kid, and now… fuck.

She let out a squeal and jumped up, rushing to me. She almost jumped into my arms, then hesitated, because she was covered in suntan oil.

Man, what a fuckin' body she had! She was wearing this little string top that barely held two really nice sized jugs in place, thirty-eights was my guess, and she had this tiny little bottom that bared gorgeous thighs and round hips.

Her skin glistened from the oil, and reminded me of a couple of oil wrestlers I'd seen in Tokyo. I was grinning at her, kind of happy to see her, you know, and at the same time this thought ran through my head about what a hot little piece of ass she'd become, and how I'd love to ram my cock up her hole.

"Mike! You're home!" she cried.

"That's me, baby," I grinned, putting my arms around her and yanking her in tight.

"I'm all covered in oil!" she gasped.

"Who gives a shit? I'm happy to see you," I said, feeling those, firm round teenage milk bags mashing up against my chest.

"It's been so long since I've seen you," she sighed, hugging me tightly.

"Yeah. Too long," I said, sliding a hand through her thick brown hair.

God, she was a looker too. Nice, beautiful face, even with oil on it, big brown eyes, full, sensuous lips, great teeth. Man, she had it all.

I drew back a little, holding hen at arm's length. "Man! Look at you," I grinned, looking her up and down obviously.

She blushed and tried to pull away, grinning bashfully.

"You're a real hot little item now, ain't you, honey?"

"Oh, stop it," she protested, obviously pleased as well as embarrassed.

"Gimmie a break. You're a fox," I said with a leer that only pretended to be false.

I extended my index finger and poked it into the center of her right breast.

"These real?" I asked with a grin.

"Michael!" she gasped in amused outrage.

She folded her arms over her more than ample chest as I laughed.

I wasn't laughing inside though. Man, that meat was firm but soft.

"I bet the guys are really sniffing around you. It's a good thing I'm here to keep them back."

"Don't you dare!" she laughed.

"So when did all this happen?" I grinned, waving at her.

"It's been three years," she said.

"So it has. So tell me what's been happening," I said, slipping an arm around her and leading her back towards the house.

She chatted eagerly as we went inside, about my parents, cousins, some people I'd known from high school, neighbors.

I listened with half an ear. On one side I was telling myself she was just a kid, and my sister, and I had no business thinking of her in a sexual way. On the other side I was thinking of the girls younger than her I'd fucked in Thailand, and how long it'd been since I'd had any gash.

I mean, hell, I hadn't paid much attention to her when I'd been here. And she'd been a kid then, a girl. Now she was like… a whole other person, and the way the cool air was making her nipples push out against the thin fabric of her top was a fuckin' crime. They were almost drawing my lips like magnets draw steel.

Well anyway, aside from her the first day was a fuckin' write off. My old man was the same arrogant prick I'd left three years back, and my mother the same whiny brainless bitch.

Over the next few weeks I spent a lot of time at home trying to figure out what to do with the rest of my life, where and when to get my money, and what to use it for.

I learned that my old man still spent most of his life at work, and was still the nasty mean spirited, self-righteous son of a bitch I remembered. The old lady spent almost as much time now with various charities and social groups, and was rarely home.

As for Gwen… she seemed to be kind of fucked up, to tell you the truth. She was always trying to be perfect to make my father happy, and never quite succeeding. The little fox should have been out partying and fucking and having fun. Instead, even though she'd gotten straight A's at a snooty private school she spent hours studying because she was taking summer school!

All my mother did with her was tell her how important it was for her to be pretty. That was almost the sole topic of conversation between them, was all the old lady seemed interested in.

At the same time she was acting weird around me. Half the time she was a little eager to please puppy, always yapping about this or that, and half the time she was a little brat, getting on my nerves. She also wore a great deal less clothes than she should have. Okay, it was her house, and I was her brother, but man, with a body like hers, what did she think, that I was made of stone?

She'd walk casually by in these high-cut string bikini jockeys and a tank top that hugged those melons of hers like it was painted on. Or she'd wear the black silk top to her pajamas, and man those legs looked like they'd go up forever.

I wasn't no shrink, but it didn't take a genius to figure out the way she taunted me was the same kind of petty cock-teasing teenage girls did to guys all the time. My guess was she didn't get much opportunity to try it out since she was always studying.

She didn't seem to have much of a social life, which was really weird given how cute she was. Man, when her hair was done up, it framed her face so beautifully! It was parted in the middle, shining like silk and spilling over her shoulders down to just above her wispy waist. I wanted to just slide my fingers through it.

Anyway, at first I kind of ignored her, but then she just turned brattier. She was looking for attention, and I was the only person around.

And to make matters worse my old man decided to go on a business trip to the east coast. The old lady, probably in search of great shopping, went with him.

That left the kid and me alone in the house. I guess she figured, hey, he's my brother, so I can wag my ass around as much as I want without him doing anything. She never did anything she couldn't deny, of course, but when she leaned past me to get something in a kitchen cupboard, and pressed those big tits into my back, well… it wasn't because she couldn't have gone around me.

So anyway, here I was kind of pissed at the world, trying to lie low so the Marines didn't get suspicious, and with this hot little fox shaking her titties in my face every other night.

I couldn't help thinking, man, this little bitch needed to get herself a cock. I mean, you see a piece of ass like that and you say to yourself that it's a fuckin' crime if it isn't getting pounded in every hole ever day and night.

So I didn't mind the cock teasing. I didn't mind hugging her, feeling those jugs against me, slapping that firm round ass of hers, copping a feel of her when it could be explained as accidental, or a joke, like putting my arms around her and hugging her back against me, and letting my hands kind of… push up into that soft titty meat.

So anyway, one day, I'm watching the game on TV, when Gwen prances into the living room, snatches the remote off the sofa beside me, sits down on the coffee table, and changed the channel.

"What are you doing?" I demanded.

"I wanna watch this," she sniffed, not turning around.

Now she could be a brat, but she wasn't this fucking rude.

"Turn it back, brat."

She held her hand up so it went over her shoulder, middle finger extended.

"Uh huh."

She was wearing the top of her pajamas, and a gorgeous amount of leg was on display as she sat on the coffee table. If she wanted to play games… that was okay with me.

I leaned forward and grabbed the remote. She snatched at it and I jerked her forward so she fell off the table onto the floor, squealing. I sat back as she knelt there on all fours, glaring at me, before straightening.

I only wished I had been smart enough to push her so she fell the other way.

"Prick," she said, her face going into a pout.

I turned the channel back and she climbed to her feet.

She hovered off to one side. I put the remote next to me, on my other side. She darted forward, leaning over me to snatch at the remote. I swung my right arm up and across her back, pulling her down so she fell across my lap with a squeal.

I grabbed at the remote but she jerked it in under her body.

"Gimmie that, you brat!"

"No! I want to watch Star Search!"

"Fuck you. Ginimie the remote."

"No!"