A Brother Soldier (PM Interest)

My name is Major Lucas Hagstrom, I am a twenty eight years old US Marine, recently returning home to Washington after I was shoot in Iran, nearly losing the ability to move my arms, I have to have both arms in a cast for three months at least and I was returning home to the only one of my relatives who coudl take care of me at the moment, my younger sister Jessica. I hadn't seen her since I joined the military ten years ago, she was twelve back then, I wonder how things have gone for her.

I am currently getting off the airplane, both my arms in newly designed synthetic fiber casts, which would allow to move my elbows a little to not get all tense in the bones, but I couldn't move it more then a few inches, and my arms were dangling on my sides like a pair of boulders was holding them in place. As I get off the plane I look for the sign which Jessica told me she would hold up, my luggage had been given to my, put by my side on a wagon, which I push with my foot, and I soon enough spots the sign, held up by a sexy busty woman I barely recognized as my sister, god I felt like kicking myself in the groin, she had definitely taken after mother, it was hard to look away from those jiggling mountains. Damn it Lucas that is your sister not some cheap cunt you can buy while out of the country, oh god I just imagined her pregnant, god I am so going to regret letting that bastard shoot me, this is going to be a loooooong recovery.

I'm Jessica Hagstorm.

I was merely twelve when I saw my brother leave that front door to go on his mission. I could still remember the look on our mother's face as tears ran down her eyes and I can still remember the ache in my heart.There's nothing worse than having someone you care about disappear in your very eyes.

My life from that point on was just like any other girl. Granted, it was difficult getting over that,but we managed. I grew up just like any other teenage girl. Although at the age of 15, my breasts began to grow to the point that it brought many others to shame. Guys were all over me, but I never let them get too close.

Now in the airport, I tried to look for my brother whom I asked to hold a sign. Finally, I think I saw him.

"That's it! That's my brother!" I thought to myself.

Now, it was twelve years since I last saw him, so I rushed to him and hugged him as tightly as possible.

"Oh my god, I missed you!"

I speak up in a strained voice as my sister hugs me tightly, it was both painful land enjoyable. "H-hi sis, c-can you stop hugging me? My arms aren't able to handle hugging." And my dick will probably explode from my jeans as I feel those huge knockers rub against my chest, think unsexy thoughts Lucas! Grandfather in speedos! Captain Durwood puking after his tenth whiskey! Your sister's massive hoo...ters...... Damn it's not working!

As she releases me I am able to get my penis to lay down, even though it is still half hard it won't be possible to notice as my shirt is lowered down over my pants. "We should go now, airplane food doesn't wake much of an appetite and I haven't seen you in a decade, I am curious about what you've been up to." I asked with a grin as she took the wagon with my bags, I wonder if she wants us to eat at her house or in a restaurant.

I didn't stop to think that the hug might have hurt him. As he told me that his arms weren't at the very least healed, I quickly backed away.

"Oh my god, I'm so sorry Lucas!" I exclaimed.

"We should go now, airplane food doesn't wake much of an appetite and I haven't seen you in a decade, I am curious about what you've been up to."

"Of course!" I said, smiling as I was finally able to see my brother after so long. "It's a bit of a drive to my place. But if you're really hungry, we can stop by to a restaurant first."

"Well I haven't have any proper food since the... incident. Only soup for a while now, I was given some soup in two bottles in a beer bottle cap with straws on the plane, it was the most bizarre way of eating soup, the taste was even weirder. It said curry Chicken soup but it tasted like tomato soup spiced with pepper." Grinning I jerked my head towards a Burger King sign that could be seen from the entrance to the airport, it was a good part away but I was in mood for some real american food. "I haven't had a real burger for ages, so long as you do not mind feeding me then we can eat there, the drive in shouldn't be too occupied during this hour of the day." I then noticed the car parked across the road, it was dad's old military jeep, remade into a new looking luster, but with the dame old military colors. "Wow... you fixed dad's old jeep?"

"One hamburger coming right up!" I said happily, about to walk to the Burger King until my brother asked:

"Wow... you fixed dad's old jeep?"

A smile came to my face. "Yep, although I can't say I did it by myself. I had to look all over for the parts needed and really, it was a long tedious process." I then looked over the fast food place and began to bring my brother with me. "Now come on, don't you want that hamburger?"

Nodding I just let her drag me towards the place, I wasn't really ready to get myself into trouble, she was stubborn and when she put her mind onto something she was hard to persuade away from it. We reach the place in about ten minutes, the street was crowed but the fast food joint was mostly empty, probably a slow day. She dragged me over to the desk, by my short as she had finally figured my arms were more like dangling meat sacks then limbs at the moment, and she ordered herself a double whooper meal before turning towards me to ask what I wanted. "I will have the same, no onions on the burger, a large fries and a medium cola."

We stood and waited for our orders to arrive, we talked a little, I told her about my time in the marines even about the humorous time during a party when I slept with General Hammock's thitry years old daughter who was the commander of my squad, it had been funny how the general had sputtered and foamed like a rabis bitten dog when he found out from his own daughter. "We weren't a real couple, more like friends with benefits, though she got sick a month ago, a week before I got shoot, she promised to send me letters about the situation in the base." As I finished the story came the clerk of the desk with our orders on a single large plate and smiled at us and spoke up in a kind voice. "Here's your order, our compliments to the happy couple." I swear I have never been so embarrassed, not even when I woke up naked after a drunken party with the commander and four other female officers in my bed lying next to me discussing my prowls in combat and the bedroom. I do not look at my sister but I am sure she's just as embarrassed as me, we sit down in a corner by the windows, I have to put my arms in my lap as to keep the bones in straight order, she helps me of course, it is rather disturbing to see a man trying to wiggle his pasta like casted arms into his lap by twisting his body.

It was great hearing the seemingly countless stories my brother had from working his time in the military. One wonders just what a sibling must have gone through after not seeing them for twelve years, after all! Suddenly, we were both hit by some serious embarrassment when the clerk got to us.

"Here's your order, our compliments to the happy couple."

I could see that my brother was embarrassed and so was I. I couldn't imagine how he thought of us as a couple. Quite frankly, I didn't even know what to say.

Instead of pointing out what just happened, I tried to change subjects.

"So...what do you plan on doing now that you're home?" I asked.

"Hmph what can I do? I cannot move my arms safely until three months have passed, andonce that time has passed will I need to restore my muscles. I guess the only thing I really can do is exercising and watching TV." I was trying to ignore the pit in my mind that echoed out erotic suggestions like having sex on the sofa, licking her carpet and so on, though it was hard as she was sitting next to me and was feeding me the burger I had ordered, god I wonder if this is some kind of test to see if I submit to incest. Though I cannot hel pbut think it would be worth going to hell to tap that... I cannot believe I just thought that.

I feel like a kid being fed by his mother, and the fact that I cannot even wipe off my own face speaks even more of how embarrassing it is. We speak a bit together and she begins to tell me stories about her own time, as she tells me about her lack of good relations I swallow a gulp of soda wrong and coughed a bit ,causing it to spill onto my crotch. She immediatly fusses over me and wipes my mouth and then my shirt, though she lingered her hand a bit long over my chest, I was sure I didn't stain it that much. Then she began to clean my jeans' crotch and I was trying to keep my penis from rising up, though the sensation of her sharp nails scrapping across my jeans' fabric as she moved the tissue over the soda stains was making it hard not for the poel to rise.

I could see the distasteful look on his face as I fed him, and I realize just why. Although, I didn't think that it was too embarrassing. After all, he needed my help.

We spoke a bit and I told my brother about my time here, which was pretty uneventful. Such as my time in high school and the lack of relationships when he suddenly coughed out the soda.

"Let me get that for you!" I said, quickly grabbing some napkins.

I went to his aid and began to drying all the wet spots. It was at this point I found just how he grew over the past years. Time obviously made him strong and muscular...

It was then I began thinking how it would be like to have him in healthy shape and maybe hugging him. Maybe kiss hi-

What the hell is wrong with me?

I finished up quickly and looked at him.

"All done!" I said, hurrying to my seat.

"Thank you sis." We finished the food and I soon found myself sitting in the passenger seat of our dad's old jeep, when I had last seen it had been rusty, dusty and moldy, now it was fresh, refines and with leather seats. "Wow... you sure did a number on it. Do you work at mechanics or something Jess?" I wasn't sure what Jessica was up to at the moment, she had been shifting between her dreams like a bumblebee through several flowers. As she drove us to theless populated part of town ,the one with the villas, I listened to her tale about her current career and what line she had graduated. The sun is burning and even with the jeep's cover on it is still making me sweat and I am taking way too much notice of the drops of sweat trickling down my sister's cleavage, I swallow and try to not imagine myself licking those salty drops off her smooth skin by slowly dragging my tongue across her every pore... oh god...

"Wow... you sure did a number on it. Do you work at mechanics or something Jess?"

"Hm, not really." I said "Well, I tried to learn a bit. But you know me, I hardly stick to anything." I then added, laughing.

"Well brother, I took business and finances in college and recently, I managed to get my degree in it. I'm planning on going back someday to get my master's degree, but I figure it can wait."

As I was driving, I noticed that I was sweating, which wasn't something that happened too often. "I'm sorry if it's a little hot in here, I didn't have time to build in air conditioning."

"I see, well you sure have made yourself a path in the world." And it was true, she was intelligent and kind hearted, she would do great I just knew it. As she parked by the house she and I had grown up in I noticed that it had goen through some changes, mostly the new floor and that tower that had come up in the middle, it was twice as big then when I left it. As she opens the door for me I see that everything is mostly the same, some changes here and there, including an elevator that goes all the way to the tower and down to the basement. My new room is on the second floor, in the master bedroom, seeing how the big bed would letm e sleep without risking falling off.

She then told me that a nurse would be coming every week to check on my condition, I just nodded and looked around the room, there were some old training gear I had been using before I left home, a threadband and even those old rubber bands I used as a kid. As she left to get me some movies to watch, there was a large new tv and a dvd on the wall across the bed, I decided to do some training. Luckily I had asked Jessica to take off my shirt, otherwise it would have been drenched, I began by taking some laps on the threadband before doing squats, I was sweating heavily by the time she came and the sun glaring into the room was still eeringly as the air conditioning was turned off.

And so, eventually we reached the house. I saw the look on his face and was honestly pleased. After all, it took a long time to properly renovate the house like this and it was absolutely perfect. Not to mention, I worked hard to make sure he would still recognize the place, so many things were left as they were twelve years ago.

"Oh, one thing brother; a nurse will come by and check you every few weeks. I hope you don't mind, but it's for your own good." I said with a smile.

I helped go to the room and train. Obviously I had to take off his shirt again and I regretted it. After all, the thoughts came back to my head and I tried my best to ignore him. Why am I thinking of kissing my brother and having his hands roam all over me? Damn it.

It didn't help I came while he was exercising. His body was covered in sweat and I immediately noticed the air conditioning is off.

"I'm so sorry! I think I forgot to turn on the air conditioner!" I said, quickly flipping the switch.

"No need to apologize sis, it is rather hard to train when the air conditioning cools down your body." I stated with a smile as I look for a way to dry myself off, only to remember that I cnanot even take off my pants or go to the bathroom without someone taking my clothes on and off, and I had a serious need to pee... "Okay I will be blunt sis, I need to go to the bathroom, pee and take a shower, only there's a problem, I cannot take off or take on my clothes. I will need help to take off my pants and boxers, otherwise I will be forced to shower with my clothes on."

OC: Bumping this as well.