Shane was a young man that received the highest metal that a brave soldier can possibly earn...Purple Heart.
Shane was not only a good soldier, but an exceptional lover, which no woman of any race would ever deny this handsome youngster the ultimate pleasure...sex!
I know this for a fact because Jackson, my husband of one year would never lie to me. A good father but only a fair lover, who helped bear Jackson Jr. before he went off to war with his twin brother Shane. My one and only.
I was only three years older than these identical twins, 23, when they both decide to serve their country proud. Enjoying what they do best, fighting the enemy and stalking their young prey of that of the enemy that Jackson mentions in a letter that only Shane took part in. Realizing when Jackson was the only sole twin that got to come home after three long and miserable years of intense fighting and a few cuts and scraps. That I was still so proud of what he had done, and their brave accomplishments.
Jackson said that night during a hard rainstorm that his kid brother had died for a reason. So that his love for me could grow more stronger and that Jackson Jr. could grow-up knowing his father the way Shane once did.
"Oh, I am just happy that you made it home in one piece, Jackson honey."
"Yes, I know you are too," I reply, embracing my lover the minute he enters through the door.
I never really knew Shane that well. Only seeing him once during his short stay at Christmas time with Jackson and their mother. Since Shane lived with his father most of his childhood days in sunny state of, California.
But ever since Jackson came home from the war he was often blinded by fact that I was still deeply in love with him. Informing him often that I'd been a faithful spouse and that at times I would reach for him on the nightstand to remind me of what we once shared.
Taking the picture and rubbing it over my nude pussy and tits to pre-
tend he was still here with me during troubling times and when I got lonely for a man.
"Mum, I do miss you Jackson honey," I cried, while lying on my bare back with my legs spread evening. Massaging my soft milky skin, large brown nipples, and the thick dark bush that lay between my soft and elegant touches.
Late that first evening, alone upstairs in our warm cozy bed, I felt like I was with a stranger. Like Jackson was somebody else when he slowly went down on me and flirts with my tits as I squirm to what he was indulging in between my leery and laid open legs. Coming not once but twice when Jackson gave his all and shot a heavy load deep inside my dampness.
"Mummm, baby!" I said, reaching my quivering lips up to softly kiss Jackson's lustful mouth. And to caress his strong biceps, outside my braided brown hair.
But when weeks turns into months I gradually begin to except the fact that his antics in bed was something I'd yearned for, for a very long time. It wasn't just the way he cares for my young and vulnerable nest of dark body hair.
"Mum, I love the way you sift and peel back my tender pink skins, my love," I would say, squirming about.
