A War Remembered Ch 02

Chapter 1 Synopsis: Frankie Puccini married his high school sweetheart Amy. Five months later, after the bombing of Pearl Harbor, he enlisted in the Army Air Corp as a cadet pilot. A train accident on the way to fighter pilot training ended his military career and he contributed to the war effort as an aeronautical engineer. Meanwhile, his wife Amy became a WASP co-pilot and was killed when her plane crashed. Frankie's sister Maria married a Navy Ensign who was killed in the Pacific when his ship was attacked by a Japanese Shinyo boat. Maria has moved back to New York from California and has just arrived at Frankie's apartment, where she is going to live. Frankie learns that Maria and Amy shared a secret sexual relationship and Maria lets him know that she wants to continue that with him.

As stated earlier, if there is one thing I know, every good writer had a great editor and I am looking for help in that regard.

Reading of Chapter 1 is encouraged.

The usual age and theme disclaimers apply.

***

"Frankie, if we're gonna do this, let's go to the bedroom."

He lifted his head from Maria's nipple and stood straight up. "

If?

Listen, if you're unsure, we gotta stop right now and pretend that this didn't happen. And if that's the case, I don't know if you can live here. It will be too tempting. For me, anyway."

Gingerly lifting his balls inside his trousers, Maria whispered "No Frankie, I have wanted this for a long, long time. Please.

Please.

"

He reached down and grabbed her hands, lifting her up. Her arms instinctively went around his neck and she gently brushed her lips against his before backing away. The second time, her lips pressed a bit harder and, when she started to pull away, she opened her mouth a little. The third time, she slipped her tongue between his lips and sought her pleasure from his yielding mouth. When they finally broke, she looked at him and said "Are you ready to go all the way with your sister?"

His hands moved down, one cupping her left buttock and the other tracing down the front of her body until it reached the V of her legs. He had been correct - she wasn't wearing panties. Frankie was surprised at the generous amount of pubic hair he encountered; Amy's had been sparse, perhaps a testament to her Swedish grandparents. His fingers dipped lower and he felt Maria's slippery outer lips parting to accept his invasion. He pressed his middle finger in and up, and she spread her legs farther apart. Frankie began a rhythmic thrusting and was rewarded by her rocking her pelvis in unison. His cock got impossibly harder and started to become uncomfortable as it extended down his trouser leg.

"Frankie, why are we standing here when there is a perfectly comfortable bed not ten feet away?"

He stopped and looked at her. "You know there's no turning back, don't you?"

"Who wants to turn back?"

They hastily disengaged and made their way into the bedroom. Frankie looked at Amy's underwear, which was still on the bed where Maria had placed it earlier, and had a momentary pang of guilt. Maria sensed it. "Brother, I know that Amy would approve of this. If nothing else, she saw the world in balance. She loved you - and me - without reservation. Our sharing this is no different from what Amy and I shared." Maria then dropped her robe and stood there unashamedly. Her pink-nippled, firm breasts stood proudly, stark white against her tanned shoulders and arms. A tanned, flat stomach sat above her equally white abdomen, the latter adorned solely by a wild thatch of pubic hair that matched the color and texture of her brunette tresses. Her legs were well toned and their juncture framed her inflamed pussy lips. Her tan lines created a sensual portrait of a sexy young woman.

"It's my turn," she purred. She sidled up to him and started unbuttoning his blue plaid flannel shirt, exposing an Army Air Corp T-shirt underneath. While no Charles Atlas, Frankie's muscled chest was evident under the green cotton. Once she got to the bottom of his flannel, she pushed the tongue of his belt through its buckle and released the prong. She deftly unbuttoned his trousers; the loosened waist allowed Frankie to pull his shirt off.

Maria then knelt and removed Frankie's shoes and socks. She reached up and pulled the waist of his trousers down, helping him step out. Her face was just inches away from his turgid cock, straining against the front of his white cotton shorts. She reached in the fly and, firmly grasping it at the base, brought his hardness out so she could study it.

The head of his cock reminded her of a large chestnut right before it burst on a roasting pan: smooth, shiny and oozing. The head flared onto a rigid pole, thickly veined and arcing up towards his navel. Below were his tightened sacks, covered with a downy growth of curly black hair. As she had earlier, she weighed his balls and marveled at their fullness. She bent his shaft down and lightly traced her lips with the head, smearing her with his clear lubrication as if applying a thin layer of Fleet's ChapStick. When he shivered, she looked up. "Would you like me to suck you?"

"What man wouldn't?"

"Well, Chet, for one."

Frankie's surprise was immediately replaced by the sensation of his cock being immersed in warm, liquid velvet. Maria was only the second woman to take him in her mouth, and he couldn't help but compare the experiences. Unlike Amy, who delighted in teasing him with a long buildup of licks and nips before starting to suck, Maria plunged down on his cock without any preliminaries. He looked incredulously as she seemed to take him entirely in her mouth. When she could swallow no more, she began running her tongue across the bottom of his shaft.

"Maria, it's been a really long time and..."

As quickly as she had taken him in her mouth, she pulled away and slowly blew her warm breath over his wet member as she firmly grasped his penis by its base, causing him to shiver again. "Where did she learn that?" thought Frankie as he reached down and lifted her to stand.

They fell back across the bed and Frankie scrambled to take off his shorts and T-shirt. When Maria attempted to sweep the pile of Amy's bras and panties off of the cover, Frankie grabbed her hand. "No, leave them. I want her to be here when we make love for the first time. It only seems right." Hearing those words made Maria's pussy clench in pleasure. Her mouth covered his and her groan turned into a growl. "We're not making love this time, Frankie!"

Maria lay back, spread her thighs, and grabbed Frankie's hip with one hand and his cock with the other. Already wetter than she had ever been, she positioned him between her inner lips and pulled him roughly into her. Closing her legs around his waist and firmly locking her ankles together, she thrust her pelvis up and challenged him to take her deeply. Discarding all thoughts except for her tight pussy, Frankie drove himself into her relentlessly. Steadying himself on his hands, he rose above her and watched as her eyes fluttered and her breasts - flushed with excitement - shook in rhythm with his pounding. At first, the only sounds were the slapping of flesh on flesh and a wet gurgle as he plunged in and out. Before long, they were both breathing heavily with their efforts. When Maria started grunting with every plunge, Frankie covered her mouth with his in a frantic, futile attempt to quiet her. Maria shook her head, dislodging his tongue from her mouth and screamed "Don't stop, ferchristssake, don't fucking stop!!"

He continued his assault. She met his every effort and encouraged him to greater heights. Just when he thought he could give no more, he felt her body stiffen and her pussy grasp him tightly as she screamed "Yes, yes, yes, yessssssssssssssssssssss." With several more thrusts Frankie joined her in an orgasm unlike any other he had experienced. Shot after shot of his sperm blasted the walls of her pussy, which spasmed again and again. Finally, their pleasure subsided.

Frankie rolled off of Maria and lay on his side, looking at her. Her eyes were closed and she slowly licked her lips as her breathing returned to normal. A pair of Amy's panties - one he had beat off in many times - lay incongruously next to her head. The memory of it caused him to snicker.

Maria's eyes remained closed. "Pray tell, brother, what do you find so humorous?"

When a minute went by without a reply, she opened her eyes and saw Frankie pointing at the panties.

Looking over, she murmured "Mmmmm, I thought I smelled something familiar."

Looking past her still flushed breasts, Frankie saw his Baby Ben alarm read 5:10. "Holy crap, mom's serving dinner at 6! You know how she is if you're late. We gotta get cleaned up and over there."

***

Dinner at their parents was a mixture of emotions. Over steaming plates of spaghetti and meatballs, braciole, and chicken cacciatore, washed down with glasses of homemade wine, the family laughed at times, cried at times and argued at times; that was no different from hundreds of meals at the Puccini home. But, despite their mother's admonishment not to bring it up, their father Mario took every opportunity to remind Maria how she was warned not to marry Chet until after the war. By the time the espresso, anisette and biscotti were brought to the table, everyone's nerves were on edge and the table fell to an increasingly uncomfortable silence. Finally, while dipping a biscotto into her espresso, Maria spoke.

"Mom, Dad, I wasn't a child when I married Chet and I'm not a child now. Think about it, we could have been married for five years before the war and Chet's ship would still have been attacked and he killed. Besides, look at Frankie. He and Amy were married for quite a while when she was killed. The fact that she died in the States doesn't make a difference. She died fighting the war just like Chet. I never heard you tell Frankie it was a mistake marrying Amy."

"It's not the same thing, Maria, and you know it. The war hadn't even started when Frankie and Amy got married. They were the victims of circumstance. You put yourself in this awful situation because you ignored your mother and me," sputtered her father.

Frankie had had enough. "Stop! Enough of this crap! I can't believe that you're attacking Maria on her first night home. Can't you be a little more understanding? You were lucky you made it home after the Great War, Pop. Chet wasn't that lucky. Neither was Amy. Just leave Maria alone."

Maria smiled gratefully at her brother. Growing up he had never insinuated himself in her arguments with their parents.

"Maria, honey, what are your plans then," asked their mother.

"For Christ's sake, how the hell do I know!?!" she snapped. "I haven't even unfinished packing and I'm supposed to have the rest my life already planned out?!?

THIS

is why I'm staying with Frankie."

Their father's face flushed with anger. "You will not take the Lord's name in vain in this house! I don't care how old you are."

Maria's eyes glistened; she used every ounce of her self-control not to cry. "Frankie, I'm really tired. Can we leave now?"

Her brother stood up and said "Great meal as always Mom. We gotta go."

***

The drive home was quiet. When they got back to the apartment, Maria said "I meant what I said at Mom's. I'm really tired and just want to go to bed. Do you need blankets or pillows or anything for the couch?"

Frankie was surprised. Although it hadn't been discussed, he assumed that, after the events of this afternoon, they would be sharing the bed. But he immediately, although reluctantly, dismissed the thought. "Nah, thanks, all that stuff is in the linen closet and I sleep in my skivees and T-shirt. Why don't you used the bathroom first then hop into bed, OK? Oh, damn, since I have to go to work in the morning I'll need my alarm clock. I'll get it when you go to the bathroom."

Maria grinned and mimicked their father. "You will not use the word 'damn' in this apartment! I don't care how old you are."

They laughed and she headed to the bathroom. He grabbed his alarm clock and work clothes and went into the living room. She had already placed a pillow, blankets and sheets on the sofa. By the time he had finished making up his bed, Maria and completed her ablutions and was heading back to the bedroom."

"Goodnight Frankie. By the way, did you like my tan lines?"

"I haven't made up my mind yet. I'll need to see them again."

As she closed the bedroom door, Maria called out "Don't worry brother, you'll be seeing them again and again and again. Just not tonight."

***

Maria was still sleeping when Frankie left for work early the next morning. When he arrived at the Republic plant, Archie Feeley was waiting for him, munching on a donut. "Howzitgoin' Frankie? You're looking chipper today. So who was it? Dorothy McGale? Muriel Swanson? Betty Rodgers?"

Frankie laughed at the mention of three women at the plant who had let him know that they would be happy to spend some time with him after work. "Arch, dontcha' ever stop? Nah, you know that I'm not interested in dating. It's still too soon after Amy's death."

Archie snorted. "Who said anything about dating?" Pretending to masturbate, Archie snickered "Aren't you tired of the dry mouth widow?"

Frankie smiled. "That widow has been all yours since Kitty White dumped you, Arch. Besides, now that my sister has returned from California and moved in with me, I don't have any privacy for Dorothy, Muriel, Betty

or

the widow to take care of me."

"Maria's back? Why didn't you tell me? How's she doing after Chet's death? Do ya think I can swing by one of these nights and say 'hi'?"

"Sure, Arch. Just give her a few days to get settled in and we'll have you over for dinner. Or you can treat us to a meal at Palmero's."

"Hey, if we're gonna start F & P Aviation, we gotta save our bucks. Palmero's is way over my budget. How about some burgers at White Castle? Still only a thin dime each."

"First of all, it's gonna be P & F Executive Aircraft. And I'd rather eat burnt Spam at home than a White Castle burger."

Just then, they were interrupted by the squeal of the PA. "Attention, there will be a meeting of the Thunderbolt Design Team in Mr. Stewart's office at 9am sharp. This is a mandatory meeting and all members must attend. To repeat, there will be a mandatory meeting of the Thunderbolt Design Team in Paul Stewart's office at 9am. That is all."

The men looked at each other. Feigning a high-class French accent, Feeney intoned "Mon ami, zee end draws near. What do you prefer, zee guillotine or zee gallows?"

Frankie shrugged and said nothing.

***

As expected, the meeting in Paul Stewart's office focused on the future of the factory. Going forward, all P-47s for the Army Air Corp would be built in an Evansville, Illinois factory, drastically reducing production at Republic. However, orders from Brazil and Mexico would still be filled at Republic, so the Thunderbolt production line would stay open until October. After that, they would no longer have jobs. But two small carrots were extended. If you stayed with the company until P-47 production ceased, you would earn a $250 bonus. And those who wished to move on to the development of jet aircraft would be the first to be interviewed for new positions.

After leaving the meeting, they agreed that they would stay on until October, but neither was interested in developing jet fighters. Instead, Archie would come to Frankie's for dinner the following night to discuss their new company.

***

When Frankie opened the apartment door that evening, he heard the Glenn Miller Orchestra's "It Must Be Jelly (Cause Jam Don't Shake Like That)" blaring from the Emerson just as The Modernaires were singing "... said it must be Monday, I feel low down and blue; Baby, see what you can do." Maria's voice was accompanying them in a warbly contralto from the kitchen.

Slowly closing the heavy oak door so that the lock didn't announce his arrival, Frankie crept to the kitchen. Maria was standing at the old Clarke Jewel stove with her back to him, stirring something in a pot with a wooden spoon. She was wearing a red, ribbed sweater and green gabardine pants that molded to her curvy ass. He quietly walked behind her and, placing his hands over her eyes, asked "If you're really feeling low down and blue, what can I do to make you feel better?"

She leaned back against him and grabbed his hands, moving them down to her breasts. Before cupping them, his searching fingers were rewarded with the rapid hardening of her nipples. She moaned "Mmmmm, you're already making me feel better. But if you keep that up, the meatloaf will go dry in the oven and these mashed potatoes will burn. Do you think you can hold off until after supper?"

"Meatloaf? There's meatloaf? Why didn't you tell me sooner? Stop fooling around and let's eat!"

Maria dropped the spoon and grabbed his hands, holding them tight to her breasts. "Well, not

so

fast, sailor. You have to show some appreciation to your hard-working cook." "Hey, I'm a fighter pilot, remember? It's our nature to go fast." He gave her breasts a final squeeze before pulling away and walking to icebox to get a Rheingold. "How was your day sister?"

"Productive. I finished unpacking all of my clothes and putting Amy's away. I walked over to Mom's for a visit and to see if I can store the furniture I shipped in their cellar. And I had a chat with Dad."

"How did it go?"

"As well as can be expected, I guess. Mom let me know that she would prefer that I live with them, but she seems to see why that won't be so good for me. Dad has started to understand that yelling is not going to change what has happened; you can't change a pickle back into a cucumber, ya know? Anyway, he said that I can put whatever I want in their cellar until we find a larger apartment. How did it go at the plant?"

Frankie picked up the spatula and brought a large portion of meatloaf to his plate, followed by heaping mounds of mashed potatoes and peas. Ah, he thought, the All-American dinner. He took a bite of the meatloaf and, after a few chews, pronounced it delicious. He then told Maria about the meeting in Paul Stewart's office and what he and Archie had been discussing. He asked if she could make sausage and peppers for dinner tomorrow night because Archie was coming over.

"Of course, Frankie. It will be swell to see old Arch again. I didn't know that you two were thinking of starting a business. It sounds exciting."

Between bites Frankie shared his vision of the new company with her. As he went into some of the details, his excitement was palpable and his voice became more animated with every new detail. Then Maria brought up a sensitive subject. "Isn't that gonna be expensive? How much do you think it'll cost?"

She could see Frankie's excitement deflate like a popped balloon. "Yeah, it's gonna be expensive. We think that it'll take at least twenty grand to get started. And Archie and I only have about $5,000 between us. We need to go the bank for a loan. That new GI Bill that President Roosevelt signed last year lends money to veterans to start new businesses, but we're not veterans. Still, I think our plan is solid and that there is a need for these executive planes. If we can just get off the ground, I know we can make a killing."

He returned to his eating his meal. In the background The Andrew Sisters were singing "Rum and Coca-Cola." The mood had taken a decided turn for the worse. Maria watched her brother while she thought about his predicament. Then the words blurted from her mouth without her realizing it.

"Well, if you have five grand, we're more than halfway there!"