"W-wait, what? You're pregnant?!" I yelled over the phone; several of my Marine buddies started clapping.
"Yeah, I'm sorry; I should've brought a condom, or at least told you to pull out or something..." Jen said shakily.
"No, this is only a bad thing because I'm not home; I'm happy that you're... That way, but I'm not there for any of it. Are you sure you can handle this?" I asked, making sure to keep down the volume so the now intently listening Marines wouldn't hear.
"That's why I called, James. Do you want to keep it?" Jen asked me, suddenly stone cold.
"Listen, I think whatever you want to do is best. I'd love to do it, but just after this tour. Plus, what will mom think when she sees you swelling up, especially when she knows that you're still supposed to be a virgin," I said quietly, twirling the cord of the nearly prehistoric phone in between my fingers.
"I'd like to also, but I don't know if I can take getting an abortion. It just seems so wrong... But you're right about mom. I guess I'll just sleep on it," Jen said.
"I think that's best. I will call you as soon as I get the chance. Think about it, bye Jen," I said.
"Goodbye James, I love you," Jen said.
"I love you too," I said. I hung up the phone and slammed my hands up to my forehead and ran them over my short hair.
I stepped down from the plane and lowered my bag as my sister ran towards me and threw her arms around me in a spinning hug. I stopped her and moved my hands down to her hips; we were the one of many couples who were embracing loved soldiers who came home. We started a long and passionate kiss.
"So, this is it, you're done? No more Marine Corps?" Jen said.
"Yes, it is. I am no longer Sergeant First Class Patterson; I am just James Patterson now. Happy?" I said, smiling and moving back down for another kiss.
"Good, because for a while, you're mine, we're not leaving the house. We're going to get to working on what you promised me a couple years ago." Jen said, trying to lift one of my heavy bags and immediately dropping it back to the ground because of its weight.
"I want to get some food first, I haven't eaten a meal that wasn't freeze-dried and then immediately thrown into a package in months," I said.
We stowed my bags in the trunk and I straightened my Marine Class-A Uniform in the driver side mirror.
"You look fine; I love you in that uniform. You're not going to change out of that until after dinner. I want everyone to see that I'm fucking a sexy Marine," Jen said as she got into the passenger seat of the car. "We have to stop at home so I can change, though. I don't want to look shabby next to you," She said smiling.
"Alright," I said. I went the full possible speed back to home and cut the forty-five minute drive into a thirty minute one.
"Be down in a second, go ahead and start to warm the car up!" Jen yelled from upstairs. I walked outside and started up the car, waited five minutes then walked back inside to get Jen.
Jen walked down the stairs as I opened the door; she was wearing one of mom's old, 'little black dresses.' It went down to the middle of her thigh and just barely teased showing her underwear as she walked down the steps. Her chest threatened to pop out of the small dress as her tits bounced when she bounced down the stairs.
"God damn... How did you even get that on? It's so tight," I said, stunned.
"Play your cards right and I'll show you how to take it off." She winked at me. "Ooh, save that for later honey, you'll need it," She said, grabbing my obvious hard on through my clean-pressed pants.
"Ma'am, yes ma'am," I said, exasperated.
My sexy-as-hell little sister dragged me out to the car. "Where do you wanna go, sis?" I asked.
