My Brother's Wife©
My name is John, Johnny if you're a close friend. I'm a career soldier, and I was currently home on leave after serving an intensive combat assignment where I was wounded for the second time in the past four years. I had just spent three weeks at the Army Hospital in Landstuhl Germany recovering from my latest wound. My parents were not aware of my latest injury. No need for them to worry. Fortunately, my two wounds were not serious, and I was able to continue serving with my unit.
My parents live in a very large house in Laguna Beach, California, where I grew up and attended High School. After graduation, I went to UCLA where I got a degree in Political Science. Don't ask me why, but after graduating from college, I decided to join the Army. I was commissioned as a Second Lieutenant, attended Airborne School and the very challenging Special Forces course. I was now a Special Forces Captain and Intelligence Officer. I had additional duties as the unarmed defense instructor, and I was also certified as a small arms instructor, although our weapons Sergeant took care of most of our team's firearms instruction. I am 6'2", 225 pounds with a barrel chest, six pack abs, and heavily muscled arms and legs. I have short sandy blond hair, blue eyes, and, not to brag, but I have an eight-and-a-half-inch cock with a pretty good girth.
I have a brother, Jerry, who is three years younger than me, and he still lived at home. He had also attended UCLA, and after his graduation, my dad got him a job in his advertising firm. We were sitting on the patio drinking a beer when he told me he had asked his girlfriend to marry him, and she had said yes. He asked me to be his best man, and of course I told him I would be honored.
The next day, my parents had a party and invited all their friends and neighbors. We had just sat down to eat when my brother came in and introduced his fiancé, Stacy. I was awe struck. I can honestly say, she was the most beautiful woman I had ever seen. She was about 5'7", 125 lbs., with blond hair and blue eyes. She had a natural tan as many Southern California girls do. She had what I would guess were 36C Cup breasts, and, since I was pretty sure she wasn't wearing a bra, they were obviously natural. She was wearing a short denim skirt which showed off her toned, tanned legs, and a white crop top. When Jerry introduced us, she smiled with the brightest white teeth I had ever seen. I'm not exaggerating when I say she looked like a Playboy centerfold. I'm also not exaggerating when I say I immediately fell in love with her.
Jerry and Stacy sat across from me on the patio. Stacy crossed her legs, causing her short skirt to ride up her thighs. I couldn't help but look, and when my eyes moved up, it was obvious she knew I was looking. She again had that big bright smile on her face. My brother started bragging about me being a Green Beret officer and telling Stacy how many times I had been in combat. I said, "Jerry, I'm sure your fiancé doesn't want to hear about me. Why don't you tell me about how you guys met."
When I looked at Stacy, she still had that dazzling smile, and her blue eyes were locked on mine. She said, "You're wrong, John. I do want to hear about you. It sounds like you have a very exciting life. I've heard about the Green Berets, and I assumed they must be in good shape, but I didn't know they looked like bodybuilders. You look like you could lift a car!"
I chuckled, but before I could answer, my Aunt Mary, my mom's sister, came out and pulled me to my feet. She gave me a big hug and a kiss on the cheek, and said, "Johnny! It's so good to see you again! We have all missed you, and I worry about you running all over the world fighting terrorists. Will you be here for a while? I know how much you like my apple pies. I'll bake one for you tomorrow." Again, before I could answer, she started talking to Jerry and Stacy about the wedding. In case you haven't figured it out, my Aunt Mary likes to talk. It's hard to get a word in edgewise when she's around.
About an hour later, my mom stuck her head out the door and said, "It's such a beautiful day. Why don't you guys jump in the pool."
Jerry said, "Sounds like a plan. Do you have a swimsuit bro?"
"I think I packed one. I sorta thought I would end up in the pool while I was home. Give me a few minutes to change and I'll meet you back here."
I don't wear Speedos and I don't like the loose board shorts that I see a lot of guys wearing. I have a khaki military issue swimsuit. The legs go down to the upper thigh, and it's fairly tight. I changed and walked back out to the patio. Jerry was wearing surfer board shorts that were purple with large white flowers. I almost laughed when I saw him. I was thinking he should hit the gym. He was really skinny and out of shape. I sat in the same chair I had been in before we went to change. I didn't bother with wearing a shirt, so I started rubbing tanning oil on my shoulders and arms. Stacy walked up behind me and said, "Let me have the tanning oil and I'll put some on your back and shoulders."
I didn't even look back, I just held the bottle straight up over my head. She took the bottle from me and started rubbing the oil over my shoulders and upper back. Jerry happened to look up and he said, "Holy shit, bro! What the fuck is that? Did you get shot again?"
Stacy looked over my shoulder and she saw the red scar on my side. She dropped the bottle as she gasped and put her hand over her mouth. She said, "My god, John. What happened?"
I knew I should have worn a shirt. When I was wounded this last time, the bullet hit me in my right side. It was actually a grazing wound, so the bullet entered the front side and travelled for about 12 inches before exiting toward the back. No organs were damaged, but I had an ugly 12-inch scar on my lower right side. It was still red and puffy but healing well. I took a deep breath and said, "Listen Jerry. I didn't want mom and dad to worry so I didn't tell them I was wounded again. To answer your question, yes, I was shot again. I just got out of the hospital before I came home. It looks worse than it really is. Please don't say anything to them. I'm going to get a little sun, swim a few laps, and then I will put on a shirt before anyone sees it."
Then I thought about it, and I said, "Stacy, could you do me a favor? Could you go look on my bed and bring me my T-shirt?"
"Sure thing, John. No problem."
She jumped up and went inside to retrieve my T-shirt. I thought I should put it on before my mom and dad saw my scar. We sat in the sun for a while talking and catching up. At one point I asked Stacy if I could rub some suntan lotion on her back. She picked the bottle up from the floor where she had dropped it earlier, handed it to me, and I started rubbing some lotion on her shoulders, neck and back. I was rubbing slowly and practically giving her a deep tissue massage. I could hear her moaning and she started breathing hard. Jerry didn't seem to notice. When we decided we had enough sun, we went inside, took a shower, changed clothes, and went in the living room where mom and dad were watching TV. My dad asked me what my plans were when my leave was up. I told him I would be going back to my team. I then said we were training the Afghans so they could take over the defense of their country. I said, "I think the war is pretty much winding down. We will probably be coming back to the states pretty soon."
We watched TV for about an hour and then everyone went to bed. I sleep in the nude, so I was lying on the bed completely nude when I heard my door open. There was enough moonlight coming through the window that I could see Stacy wearing a see-through babydoll nightie. I could also tell she wasn't wearing anything under it. She locked the door then walked to the bed. She sat on the edge then asked in a whisper, "Can we talk for a few minutes?" She didn't seem surprised that I was nude.
"I don't mind talking, but I believe you're overdressed." She smiled and pulled the nightie over her head. She then placed her hand on my cock. I immediately became rock hard. I whispered, "What did you want to talk about?"
She wrapped her hand around my cock and started to slowly move it up and down. "I don't want you to think anything bad about me. I love your brother and I'm looking forward to our marriage. I have never cheated on him, but when I saw the outline of your cock in your swim trunks today, I just knew I had to see more of it. I can tell you that your cock is twice as big as Jerry's. We have what I suppose you would call a normal sex life. We have sex a couple of times a week. Just plain vanilla sex. Nothing that anyone would ever describe as wild or kinky. I've been okay with that up until now, but I have to admit something to you. I have always been a highly sexual person, and when I saw the size of your cock today, I knew I had to find out how it would feel inside me. Would you like to fuck me John?"