17 comments/ 66697 views/ 62 favorites Soldier Doll Ch. 01 By: beachbum1958 Many thanks to Mriceman1964 for his read-through, comments and storyline tweaks, it was much appreciated! -------------------------------------------------- In late 1999, when Dylan was 15, and his sister Louise was almost 14, their father was killed in action in Bosnia, a lucky shot by a crazed local with an old Mauser 98 that should have been in a museum. Captain Owain Lewis never heard the shot that killed him, most likely never felt a thing, and now Dylan and Louise were alone. Because their father was only a captain in the Parachute Regiment, the army was under no obligation to provide for their care other than to contact Social Services and arrange for their ongoing care by the civilian agencies; at that time, only the children of senior offices were schooled and maintained by army welfare, and Captain Lewis hadn't earned enough, by a long way, to buy trust funds or educational funds for his children, so Dylan and Louise were in for a thin time, headed for the care system and separation. There were as yet no provisions for dependants of soldiers killed on active service, and no insurance benefits: insurance companies tend to avoid covering soldiers and their families -- they're considered a high-risk group. Fortunately, their mother's cousin and her husband, as their sole listed kin, had been informed by Social Services what had happened, and they immediately took them in, provided them with a semblance of normal family life; they had no children of their own, but they were kind and generous, and opened their home and their hearts to the two orphaned children. They had no friends until they came to live with Harry and Jane; army life had made them professional nomads, constantly on the move as their father was posted and re-posted again, to garrisons and duty posts all over England, as well as Cyprus, Gibraltar, Oman, Brunei and a stint with the NZSAS in Wellington, New Zealand. They both attended the local schools, but preferred each other's company; they'd been the new kids too often to make friends easily, or want to, and had come to rely on each other for friendship, support, and companionship, knowing that the only constant in their lives was each other. By the time he was 16, Dylan was rapidly growing into his father's son; tall, broad-shouldered, grey eyes and curly black hair. At 15, Louise favoured her mother, tall, slim, coltish, glossy auburn hair and green-hazel eyes, the image of her mother. Sometimes Dylan would look at her and sigh sadly; he remembered his mother clearly, and missed her dreadfully; the days after her death had been an endless nightmare of loss and unfulfilled need, and sometimes, to look at Louise, seeing his mother so clearly delineated in her, made his eyes sting, his breath catch, her loss an ever-present ache rearing right back up at him, even after all these years. Louise barely remembered her mother, she'd been 5, and her memory had quickly faded. She felt the loss of their father more keenly; he was the only parent she knew, and she had loved him dearly, but had been strangely muted when word came of his death, almost as if she knew it was coming and had already prepared herself for it, with no tears or histrionics, just that weird, calm acceptance. Lately, though, Dylan had found himself watching her more, taking quick peeks at her when she wasn't looking, studying her features, her posture, the way she moved, or brushed her hair out of her eyes as she read, absorbing every nuance of her. And often, he would flick a glance at her, to look right into her eyes, Louise staring back at him, both of them colouring as they quickly looked away again. It puzzled him, this sudden need to observe her, and the rush of indefinable emotions he would sometimes feel when he looked at her, and her apparent interest in watching him, doing the same he was doing, was equally puzzling. Dylan loved her with a deep and abiding love; she was the one stable and ever-present thing in his whole life, and he guarded her jealously, needing her to be complete himself, but still felt strange about this sudden need, almost obsession he'd developed, and struck by how she seemed to be feeling it as well. He'd been persuaded by Harry & Jane to take the first year of 6th Form College, at least give it a try, but was soon frustrated and bored; as he saw it, he was just re-hashing things he'd already been taught, that he was wasting his time, and eventually decided to leave school after taking his AS-Level examinations, enlist in his father's old regiment. He was 17 now, and university wasn't where he wanted to be in a year's time; Louise, however, was not convinced; she was certain something bad was going to happen, soon, the world was ripe for it, and the British Army would get dragged into it. She spent many an evening quietly arguing with her sole companion about his urge to join up, to no avail. At the end of May 2001, he officially left secondary school, his AS-Level examinations completed. Harry and Jane sat down with him and asked him what he was going to do next, although the question was largely academic; they knew what he intended, but they still felt duty-bound to offer him a career alternative, show him he had options. "Dyl, you could come and work with me, do a craft apprenticeship, I can talk to the Training Officer at work," he'd offered, "We always need engineers, you could go to college on day-release, get a recognised engineering qualification, Dylan, what do you think?" Dylan knew it was a generous offer, and well meant, and he appreciated their concern for him, but he wanted to join his father's regiment, the regiment whose ritual and observances were second nature to him after a lifetime immersed in them. He restated his intention to enlist, so Harry gave in, agreed he would take him to the military careers office in the morning and sign the enlistment form as his legal guardian. "I know this is what you want to do son, but remember, this will always be your home, don't forget about us!" Jane got a little teary, but also wished him success. "We'll miss you, Dyl!" she quavered, smiling for him, then turned away to dab her eyes. Louise was not so accepting. "You're a bloody idiot! Uncle Harry offered you a golden opportunity, and you passed, just so you can go repair bridges in Venezuela, jump out of planes over Salisbury Plain, or run around shooting blank ammo and playing silly buggers on some god-forsaken glacier!" Dylan tried, for the millionth time, to get her to see it from his point of view. "Look, Lou, I'm not cut-out to be an engineer, I can't sit behind a desk or use a milling machine, I get bored trying to use mathematics to solve problems, I tried that route, and it's just not me. The way I see it, my best chance is the army; if I can get into the Parachute Regiment at least I'll be doing something I want, and be useful as well. Dad started out as an enlisted soldier, and he got to Captain, I think I could do that, or better, get us something solid, something better for both of us!" Louise looked at him strangely, wondering at his choice of words, and Dylan did the same; why had he phrased it like that? The next morning, Harry and Dylan were waiting when the Army Careers Office opened. The interviewer, a sergeant wearing Welsh Guards insignia, looked approvingly at Dylan's application form. "Dylan Lewis, there's a good Welsh name for you!" he grinned. "You say you want to serve in the infantry, have you considered one of the Guards regiments, you'd make a good guardsman! No? OK then, how about you tell me about your choice, and maybe some of the reasons why you want to join up?" Dylan outlined his family history in brief, and stated his intention to join the Parachute Regiment. "The Para's, eh? Tough bunch, tough to get into, tough to stay in. You do know what the selection course entails?" Dylan did, all too well, and had been training himself for the last 2 years just to better his chances of being selected. The sergeant looked at Dylan's school records. "Good exam passes, very good, above average. Are you sure you want to enlist cold like this? There are options in the armed services for people with the more than just the ability to shoot and fight. With these exam passes you could enter the War College in a year's time, train as an officer. Have you considered applying to Sandhurst? In three years I'd be saluting you. Would a career as an officer appeal to you?" Dylan was certain what he wanted. "I really would like to enlist, my father served in the Para's, was killed in Sarajevo in 1999, I want to serve in his regiment." The interviewer held up Dylan's application form. "This document is your intent to enlist for service in Her Majesty's Armed Forces, and has no force for 31 days. Until that elapses, you are still free to withdraw your application, and no further action will be taken. Do you understand me, and are you still intending to apply for service?" Dylan swallowed and nodded. The sergeant pushed the form across the desk, Dylan signing it firmly, and passing it to Harry, who a little reluctantly, countersigned it as his guardian. "There you go, boyo, 31 days from now, if you still want it, and unless you come back in and formally withdraw your intent to enlist, you'll be part of Britain's finest! Welcome to the Airborne Infantry, Dylan!" The interviewer stood, extending his hand to Dylan, who shook it firmly. When Louise got back from school, Dylan was waiting for her, to tell her he had enlisted. She was more sorrowful than angry that he'd done it, but also resigned; her argument that he had other options had obviously fallen on deaf ears, and she was trying to understand why did he have to go into the army, just what was he trying to prove? Dylan explained his reasons, again, and Louise still looked unconvinced. "Look Dyl, I know this is what you wanted, and I suppose I have to accept that you have to do what you think is right for you, but I still think this isn't the way. But for what it's worth, I wish you luck." She grinned, even though her heart was heavy with the thought of him leaving her, of life without him around, in earshot or in plain sight. "It might even make a man out of you! Just make sure you come back to me in one piece!" She leaned over and pecked him on the cheek, hugging him tightly. "You be careful, Dylan, I mean it!" Dylan hugged her back, suddenly reluctant to let her go, feeling something different for her, that something was changing between them, but unable to define what. One month later, in June 2001, he was taking the Oath of Enlistment, and then began the endless round of drill training, PT and pointless screaming by army Drill Officers, whose only role is to make you hate them so much that you come to love and depend on your sergeant for rescuing you from them, and your squad mates for deflecting the shit from you onto them. This is how esprit de corps is built, through common misfortune and collective hatred, and after three months, he was a confident well-drilled Para recruit. He'd cruised through the PT, his instructors recognising his will to win, had already logged 6 night jumps and romped through weapons training, and was looking to graduate basic training as a squad leader, the kind of men the Para's were looking for. Dylan was a natural soldier, his upbringing had instilled a love of army routine and procedures, and coming to basic had been, for him, almost like coming home. Louise wrote to him regularly, once a week, every week, and he came to depend on her letters, a link with family, even if that family really only consisted of Louise and him; Harry and Jane, for all their care and kindness, were only distant family at best, and had been unknown to the two of them only a year earlier. Every letter from her filled him with a burst of pleasure, and conversely with a sharp pang for her, an emotion he didn't want to analyse too closely; he was already confused as to how he felt for her, thoughts of her intruding at odd moments, and daydreams of how she'd look next time he saw her, where he'd take her, how much time he'd spend with her had become his spare time entertainment. 3 months passed, and at last, he passed basic and selection, and was sent to 2nd Battalion, 16th Air Assault Brigade at Colchester Garrison, so he'd be staying right where he was, just moving to a new barrack block. Dylan was elated; 16th Air Assault meant he'd get a chance to serve the in Special Forces Support Group or the SAS! When he called Louise and told her, however, her reaction was more muted. "Dylan, that means you'll be serving mostly abroad! When will I ever see you?" Dylan laughed it off, teasing her. "So, does little sister miss me then?" He was hoping for a snappy, spirited comeback, but there was only silence, and he realised she was crying. "Oh hey, Lou, I'm sorry, I was only kidding, 'course you'll see me, I'm garrisoned in Colchester, so I should be able to get the odd weekend leave, come and see you as often as I can, don't cry, I'll be back there before you know it!" Louise sniffled into the phone. "I miss you, Dyl, it's lonely without you here, I'm lonely. Uncle Harry and Aunty Jane are very sweet, but I miss having you here!" Dylan promised he'd come home as soon as he could arrange some leave, and said his goodbye, hanging up the phone and feeling curiously depressed at hearing that Louise was lonely for him, and even more unsettled at hearing her crying, almost in tears himself. What was wrong with him, why did hearing Lou cry affect him so deeply? He requested a 72 hour leave for the following weekend, which was duly granted, giving him a whole long weekend, so he went ahead and put in a request for a travel warrant so he could go home. That afternoon, Louise, home on a half-day from school, turned on the television in time to see an airliner smash headlong into the World Trade Center, then another. As she watched in horror, a strong sense of foreboding came over her. She was politically astute enough to realise that this was the start of something bad, and Britain was inevitably going to be somewhere in the middle of it, and that meant the army, just like in the Gulf, just like in the Balkans; Dylan! "Aunty Jane, come here, quick!" she screamed, Jane running in to see what the fuss was, watching with her arm around Louise in horror and disbelief as the towers fell. "This is another war starting, isn't it?" asked Louise, and Jane just nodded, too stunned to try and sugar-coat it for her. Suddenly she realised what it meant, and her hands flew up to her mouth as she mouthed a single word; Dylan. Tears welled in her eyes, Louise seeing and responding. The two of them watched the carnage on TV in silence, tears on their cheeks, dreading that more and worse was yet to come, Louise's biggest fear that Dylan was going to end up in the middle of it; the thought of it made her weak at the knees, nauseous, and frightened. Dylan's platoon sergeant called him into the small hutch the non-coms shared at the end of the barrack corridor. "All Leave's cancelled, Dylan. Get your squad on the ground double-quick, you've been stood-to! Snap to it, lad!" Dylan gaped at him, and then discipline took over, and he doubled away, rounding up his squad, lining them in parade order on the parade ground, glaring them into silence as the other squads took up station on them. The Officer Of The Day, Captain 'Johnnie' Walker, strode out, the non-coms calling all squads to attention as he marched up to the platoon sergeant and took the salute. He turned to face the ranked soldiers and stood them at ease. From officer's country marched a tall figure flanked by two other officers, Captain Walker calling the men back to attention, snapping a brisk salute as the trio came into view. Dylan stiffened even further; a full Brigadier General, the highest ranking officer he'd ever seen. "At Ease!" ordered the General. "Events have occurred which have necessitated changes to the training programme, said changes to be implemented immediately. In accordance with those changed requirements, Squads Alpha through Delta will commence enhanced training with 21 & 22 Special Air Services Regiments, squads Echo through Hotel will commence tactical training with 16th Air Assault in Netheravon, and squads Indigo through Lima will commence mechanized orientation and training with 7th Armoured Division. Dispersal in one hour, all squads shall parade in full battle order, in designated dispersal groups, at 13.45 hours, any man not in full battle order at that time will be placed on a charge. Get your Bergin's packed, you're going to be away a while!" Dylan's head was spinning; what the hell had happened, and where? 7th Armoured? That was the Desert Rats, were they training for a desert campaign? Why? Were they going back to the Gulf? The Brigadier turned to face Captain Walker, returned his salute and made his way back off the parade ground. When he'd left the parade area, Captain Walker saluted the parade sergeant. "Dismiss the men, sergeant!" "SAH!" barked the sergeant, wheeling to face the ranks of men. "PARADE WILL COME TO ATTENTION....teN HUT! Like a machine, 144 men slammed to attention. The sergeant turned and again saluted the captain, who returned his salute and stepped back several paces. "ALL SQUAD LEADERS WILL ASSEMBLE IN THE BARRACKS SQUAD ROOM! PARADE...DIIIIISSMIISSS!" On a count of three, the ranks began to rapidly disperse, each man hurrying to pack his kit and change into DPM battledress for parade in 45 minutes. The sergeant turned to the captain and saluted. "Permission to speak freely sir." "Go ahead, sergeant," grinned Captain Walker. "What's happened, really, why all the running around like blue-arsed flies?" asked Sergeant Walker "I don't know, dad, I really don't, all I know is what they just told us" said Johnnie Walker, "but look at where the dispersal groups are going. Joint Chiefs have just had a big fright, by the sound of it. No doubt we'll know when the other shoe falls!" They continued speculating as they walked off the parade ground, father and son together. +++ The first thing Dylan did was call Louise, let her know he was off on a training course, and incommunicado for the foreseeable future. She was frantic with worry, gabbling what she'd seen on TV, asking him if there was a war. He did his best to calm her down. "Lou, we've only just finished basic, they can't send us anywhere just yet, this is just more training in case things really do go tits-up, I promise you; the Battle Readiness mob is just getting their finger out in case we need to take the field." Louise wasn't mollified, she still had that feeling, but Dylan's breezy confidence made her hold back her suspicions; maybe she was vapouring about nothing; the Americans would certainly deal with this by themselves; they were powerful enough, mobile enough, they wouldn't need the allies. Would they? The days passed, turned to weeks since the terrible pictures on TV, and she'd been unable to get Dylan out of her mind. Images of his face intruded at odd moments, her dreams were filled with snapshots of his face in all his different moods and humours, and she'd waken to find her pillow wet with tears. She was shaken, confused, disturbed that all she could think of was Dylan. All she knew with certainty was that she wanted him back, now, close enough to touch, and this confused her even more; this was her older brother, wasn't he supposed to go off into the world, do his thing? So why did she feel like an essential part of her was missing? +++ The next 30 months were as hard as it's possible to get for a British soldier. Dylan proved to be an exceptional squad-leader, smart, confident, cautiously brave, tactically astute, and careful of the welfare of his men. He grew to be a popular and trusted team leader, absorbing tactics effortlessly and displaying flair and imagination when responding to enemy concentrations of troops, firepower or positions during the endless war-games and training exercises they were being subjected to, whether in open order on Salisbury Plain, or in the built-up environmentof Imber, the town specially built to train soldiers in urban assault. Because of his constant training needs, he was never able to get home, having to content himself with the occasional restricted 24 hour pass, letters and the very occasional phone call. Soldier Doll Ch. 01 At last, the day came every Para dreams of. Dylan was invited to try for a place with the elite SAS, the Special Air Service, the most elite, the most distinguished Special Forces group in the world. +++ From the day he passed through the gates at Stirling Lines, Herefordshire, Dylan Lewis knew he was home. Everything about the place symbolised achievement, pride, honour, sacrifice, and he was determined to belong here, to wear that badge, the winged dagger with the simple, powerful motto; 'Who dares, wins'. For 3 weeks they made his life hell; running him ragged, stripping him of everything except a knife and hunting him through the countryside, teaching him to eat and survive on food that would make a hyena gag, depriving him of sleep for days on end, making him live the code of the SAS, Escape, Evade, Survive, forcing him to swim through flooded tunnels in full battle dress, and scale cliffs at night in full pack, HALO jumping and infiltrating enemy positions, subjecting him to painful and extended interrogations, trying to break him, teaching him that in covert warfare, nice guys finish last. He passed he brutal selection criteria with flying colours, and was invited to step into their ranks, become Gunner Dylan Lewis, Bravo Company, 22 SAS Regt. The day they pinned-on his winged dagger, small and discreet as it was, was the proudest day of his life. He had tried to keep in close touch with Louise through all of this, but her letters to him were heavily redacted, edited and censored into meaningless gibberish, as were his to her, so he was unaware just how she was taking his extended non-communication, and he was surprised at how much this distressed him. With graduation came leave, and Dylan was eager to see family, burning to see Louise. It had been nearly 3 years since he'd seen her last; she had already turned 18, and he mourned that he'd not been there for her special day. From the scraps of information he'd been able to glean from her letters, he knew she'd been accepted at the University of Leicester Medical School, to do her MBChB medical degree, would be a doctor one day. Dylan knew she was the brains of the family, and he was overpoweringly proud of his little sister. When he arrived on the concourse at Nuneaton railway station, he looked around, trying to spot her. She said she'd meet him there, and he craned his neck trying to spot her. Someone tapped him lightly on the shoulder. "Hello Soldier-boy, looking for a good time?" He spun around, and there she was, but not the Louise he remembered. Then she was 15, going on 16, slim, slight, and girlish. This was a grown woman, almost 19, and what a woman! She'd filled out, but not too much; slender was always going to describe her. She was beautifully shapely, high small breasts and tiny waist, pale alabaster skin with a spray of freckles dusting the bridge of her nose, large, stunning grey-green hazel eyes, vivid blonde-flecked auburn hair in a twist over her shoulder, and full, smiling, naturally coral-pink lips. She was beautiful, and Dylan stood, astonished at this gorgeous young woman, his sister, mouth hanging open, until she leaned into him, slid her arms around his neck, hugged him close. As she did, a weight seemed to drop away from her, one she'd carried for so long it had become normal. Dylan's arms automatically encircled her, revelling in the feel of her in his arms, the smell of her hair, her subtle perfume, her body pressing against him, suddenly and uncomfortably aware that he was hardening. He pulled back from their embrace, looking at her, smiling happily, and Louise kissed him on the cheek, the feel of her lips thrilling him more than he could describe. He pulled her back in again, hugging her as hard as he dared, feeling her breath OOF! out of her as she was caught by surprise. "Slow down, Dyl, you're bigger than me, you're going to break something!" she giggled breathlessly, and Dylan reluctantly complied, loosening his hold slightly, but not letting her go entirely. "You can let me go now, Dyl, I need to breathe!" she laughed, and Dylan finally let go completely, only keeping hold of her hand. "God Lou, it's been so long, and now look at you, all grown-up, I would never have known you!" "Look at yourself, Dyl, you've grown as well, you're so handsome, and so tall, but I would have known you anywhere!" she responded, while thinking "God, he's lovely, look at him, he was cute when he left, all the girls at school thought so, now he's bloody gorgeous! I wonder what it's like to kiss him." She hurriedly shut that thought away; that was no way to be thinking about her own brother! But, as if the thought was the father to the deed, she leaned in and kissed him again on the cheek, lingering slightly longer this time, enjoying the feel of his skin against her lips. Dylan froze for a second, his fingers coming up to touch his cheek where she'd kissed him, locking gaze with her for a moment, before she blushed and turned away. "I'm parked about 100 metres away, is your bag very heavy?" Dylan brushed it off, hoisting the kit bag on his shoulder and following her. "God, what a fabulous arse she's got!" was all he could think, watching the twin globes of her tight, round backside quiver and dance inside her tight jeans, uncaring that it was his sister that he was ogling so unashamedly. Louise lived a short drive from the university medical school, but had elected to collect him from Nuneaton as his train didn't stop in Leicester, so they had about a 20 mile drive, Louise chatting most of the way, asking about army life, about his training, about the locations he'd trained in, small talk. Dylan was just happy to watch the interplay of her features, the way her lips naturally smiled, her eyes flicking from the road to him to the road ahead, re-acquainting himself with her gestures and mannerisms. They finally got to her flat, and Dylan took his kitbag into the spare bedroom. She'd gotten cold snacks ready before she collected him, and told to Dylan to pitch in, watching him happily as he ate, chatting all the while, putting him at ease. After they'd eaten, Dylan asked Louise to close her eyes. When she did, he took out the gift he'd brought her. "You can open them now, Lou!" he called softly, and Louise saw the plush box in his hand. "Dylan, what's this?" she asked curiously. "Open it and see, Lou; it's a little something I got for you in Oman." Louise opened the box, and gasped. Inside was a beautiful emerald-encrusted gold bracelet, decorated with tiny pearls. "Dylan, you can't buy me things like this, you need to keep your money, save it!" she eventually choked out, and Dylan was shocked to see tears in her eyes, the first time he'd ever seen her cry. "I got that for you to go with your eyes, and because I love my little sister." He took it from the box and carefully clipped it around her left wrist, the stones flashing and sparkling in the afternoon sunlight. "Thank you Dyl, it's really beautiful," she said, "I didn't get you anything, I don't really have any..." Dylan touched his finger to her lips. "It was my pleasure, baby-girl, I wish it could have been more!" Louise hugged him, and, on impulse, lightly kissed him on the lips. Dylan's eyes widened, then instinct took over, and he kissed her back, feeling her pull in closer to him, her lips opening against his. His tongue came forward, meeting hers, and their tongue tips rubbed and fenced together, hands tightening their hold on each other as they kissed. Louise was the first to break the kiss, looking at him in astonishment, and something else, her arms still locked around his neck. "Dyl, what happened there, why did you...?" He dipped down and silenced her with another kiss, Louise responding again, kissing him almost wildly, as 3 years of missing him and anxiety gave vent all at once. Dylan's hands slid down to her waist, around the small of her back, pulling her closer to him, his burgeoning erection pressing into her. Louise responded by rubbing herself against his growing erection, her own need for him finally being acknowledged. Dylan's hand dropped lower, cupping her sexy buttocks and pulling her even harder against his cock. Louise moaned against his lips, her tongue darting wildly around against his, her lips wild, and sweet, and arousing him like no girl he'd ever kissed before. He pulled away from her to look into her glorious eyes. "Lou, I missed you so much, every day, every minute...I need you, so much...!" Louise held his face between her hands. "Dyl, I know, I want the same thing, oh God, every day without you there with me is a million years long, please...!" Her words were a prayer, a plea, a command, and he responded, as he'd been trained to do. As she pulled his jacket off, he unbuttoned her jeans, pushing them down until she wriggled her hips and let them drop to the ground, stepping out of them and kicking them away. He unbuttoned his own jeans and pulled the zipper down, slipping of his shoes to pull off his jeans and T-shirt, standing before her in just his shorts. Louise put her hands to the hem of her blouse and pulled it up and off in one quick movement, standing before him in just her underwear, blushing slightly under his frank, appreciative gaze. "Come with me, Dyl!" she whispered, and walked into her bedroom, Dylan walking behind her, hand in hers, captivated by the sight of her sexy buttock-cleft clearly visible in her filmy panties. In the bedroom, she turned to him and once again kissed him, deeply and passionately, putting all her pent-up longing into that one kiss. Dylan felt his cock trying to burst out of his shorts, already tented by her nearness and his need for her. His hands slid back down to cup her buttocks, pulling her closer, the top of her slit rubbing against his raging cock, only two layers of thin material separating their sexes. He moved his hands back up and unclipped her brassiere, Louise pulling it off so he could dip his head down and nuzzle her pink nipples, solidly erect, hard enough to cut glass and at least half an inch long. She sighed as he sucked and nibbled, groaning as he caught them between his teeth. He slid his hands into her waistband to push her panties down and clasp her buttocks, slipping his fingers into the shadowed cleft between them and pulling them up and out, squeezing and moulding them, making her gasp into his mouth as he kissed her. Louise stepped away from him, grinning, her bottom lip caught between her teeth, to kneel before him, and slide his boxers down, allowing his cock to swing up. She gasped as his size became evident. His cock had to be seven inches long, but so thick it appeared squat, the skin stretched tight and glossy, the purple, bell-shaped crown partially emerged through the foreskin, glistening with lubricant. "Oh Dylan, that's lovely!" she smiled, something making her pull it down to lick and lap at the clear liquid oozing from the end, then slide her lips over the end, pulling the foreskin back fully to expose the head to her tongue as she sucked. She pumped and squeezed with one hand while gently fondling and massaging his big balls, all the while bobbing her head in time to her pumping, her tongue circling and rubbing around and behind the head, the combined sensations exquisite, the taste of him strong and fresh and masculine. Dylan raised her up, and slowly backed her to the bed, to sit her down and slide on next to her, urging her down next to him, kissing and fondling her the whole time. As he kissed her, she again took hold of his cock, pumping him gently but firmly. He slid down slightly, to clamp his lips around her nipple, sucking and rubbing it with his tongue, trailing his teeth along it, making her gasp and moan and wriggle, alternating between nipples, bringing her close to orgasm again and again. He kissed further down now, softly kissing in a trail from between her small firm breasts to her navel, kissing and poking his tongue in, swirling it around, and continuing further down. He slid down between her thighs, holding her gorgeously sexy buttocks cupped in his hands, lifting her to his mouth, licking through her small, neatly trimmed patch of golden brown hair, lighter than the hair on her head, fine as silk, and a delight against his tongue as he swirled through it, and lapped gently against the folds of her waxed labia. Her scent surrounded him, fresh and strong, feminine and enticing. As he lapped at her labia, he could feel the folds of flesh engorging, swelling against his tongue, flowering open for him, allowing him to insert his tongue ever further into her, before moving to lap at her now fully emerged clitoris, pale pink and pearlescent against the flushed pink of her exposed inner recess. She gasped and quivered, juices pouring down over his tongue, her scent urging him on, tasting her and wanting more. He sucked on her nub like a little nipple, plating it with his tongue, and the first in a series of orgasms billowed through her, legs and taut buttocks flexing as she pushed her vulva against her brother's face, hands twisted in the sheets as she groaned out loud, wave after wave of orgiastic pleasure rocketing through her. Dylan continued to suck and lick at her until, at last, she screamed in release, clamping her thighs against his head, shuddering with the force of her orgasm, her eyes rolling up in her head and her breath coming in shallow hitching gasps. Dylan moved back up the bed to lie next to her, touching and fondling, admiring and kissing, until she finally opened her eyes, smiling sleepily at him. "Thank you Dyl, that was...amazing, wonderful, superb, words fail me, you darling boy! Where did you learn how to do that, I've never come like that before!" "I'm a soldier, we have special training!" he quipped, then became more serious. "So you've never come like that before, yes, but you have ...come before? Anyone I know?" he asked, trying to sound nonchalant, keep the jealousy out of his voice, but the thought that someone had....with his Louise...! "Relax, Dyl, I'm a, a virgin, OK?" she smiled. "But you said...!" "Yes silly, girls...touch themselves, as well as boys, you know!" Dylan felt himself colouring. "But I'll tell you a secret," she went on, grinning wickedly, "when I did, I was thinking of you!" He felt his cock flex and stretch out at that, harder than it had been all afternoon, and Louise felt it too, smiling and reaching out to take hold of him, gently pump and squeeze him. "Oh, you definitely liked that, I can tell! Dylan, I want to make love to you, I want you to make love to me, be my first, will you do that?" she asked. For answer, Dylan pulled her over on to him, holding her by her buttocks as he kissed her. Louise began moving against him, rubbing the head of his cock against her swollen vulva, lubricating the head with her own sweet juices, teasing herself, to sit upright and hold his cock against her entrance. Slowly, she slipped him into herself, her face knotting in concentration, eyes tight closed, as she adjusted to his size, gasping in pain as he slid further into her, to finally sit fully impaled on him, his penis buried to the hilt in her. Now she began to rise and fall against him, pumping her pelvis while supporting herself with her hands on his chest, eyes closed in concentration, only smiling and nodding when he reached out to rub and gently squeeze her nipples. She began to speed up, her breathing getting faster and shallower, a flush spreading down her neck and onto her upper chest, her nipples pointing out proudly, stiff and hard as her arousal climbed. Her pumping sped up, grinding herself against him on her downstroke, her face flushing deeper, mouth lolling open, her eyes rolling back, narrowed to mere slits. Suddenly she slumped forward, giving a deep groan, her pussy sucking and clenching on him as she orgasmed, the sensation almost too much for him. She quivered and shuddered against him, until her climax passed, then lay down flat on him, to kiss him passionately, holding him tightly as her heart thuttered against him. After a long moment, she kissed him again, gently, touched his lip with her fingertip, and moved against his still solidly erect cock buried inside her. "What about you, Dyl, so far it's been all about me. What do you want to do?" For answer, Dylan slid his cock out of her and rolled her on her back, began kissing her deeply, Louise kissing him back with equal passion as he raised himself over her, his cock pointing at her vulva. Louise took hold of him and rubbed him over her pussy entrance, then smiled and nodded as he pushed forward in one long slow motion, invading her recently virgin pussy yet again, making her grunt as his width filled her up. "Oh God, Dylan, that feels so good, Oh yes, keep doing that...!" she kept up a constant litany of praise as he pumped his cock in and out of her, dropping to his elbows so he could slide his hands under her back, pushing her enticing nipples up to his lips, kissing her as he fucked her, sliding his hands under her lovely sexy bum and pulling her buttocks apart as he pumped into her. Louise was orgasming almost continuously through his fucking of her, gasping and moaning, her pussy rippling on his cock as the waves of pleasure beat through her again and again. At last, he could feel himself nearing the point of no return, and began to back himself out. "No!" gasped Louise "It's OK, I'm on the pill, it's OK, I want to feel you come in me, do it Dylan, now, please!" With that there was no holding him back, and he gave a deep echoing groan as his cock lurched inside her, and what felt like a pint of hot man-fat shot out of him and deep into her womb in long, satisfying spurts. Louise screamed as she orgasmed, her pussy sucking and clenching around him, milking his cock as he continued to spurt deep inside her. At last her convulsing pussy let him go, and he slid out of her, Louise lying back with a contented look on her face, a small smile on her lips. As he lay next to her she turned to him, holding him tight to her, snuggling down against him. "If you only knew how many nights I dreamed of this, how much I wanted to come and find you, screw your brains out and then sleep next to you, holding you like this!" she giggled. "Dylan, thank you for being my first, I don't want anyone else, you're the only one for me, brother or not, OK? I love you, big Brother, and I want you to keep on hammering that lovely cock into me forever, you and no-one else!" Dylan kissed her gently, lovingly, his hands roaming over her, enthralled with the feel of her, the sight of her, all his fantasies and daydream images of her imposed on the real thing, and they were nothing but pale imitations. She was lovely, more beautiful than he knew how to describe, and he felt his chest ache with his need for her. "Louise, I love you, baby girl, always have, just didn't know how to say it or if I'd ever get the chance. I've wanted you since I don't know when, and I'll only ever want you, forever!" Louise pulled herself closer to him, resting her head in the crook of his neck, happily running her finger over his chest and arm, tracing the lines of his muscles, kissing him in little pecking motions as she absorbed the reality of the man she had with her. "Dylan, this is your home from now on, OK? When you get leave, or get stood-down, this is where you come, OK?" Dylan was happy to agree. Much as he liked and was grateful to Harry and Jane, he'd never felt like he was at home, but here, with Louise, this was home. He pulled the covers over both of them, wrapping his arm around her to pull her into himself, making sure she knew he was claiming her for himself. "From now on, Lou, home is wherever you say it is; when my enlistment is up, I won't go back; even though they put the arm on you to re-enlist, eventually they let you go. I don't know what I'll do then, but I've got 5 years to think about it, maybe you can help me work out what to do next; I trust your brain, baby-girl!" Soldier Doll Ch. 01 Louise looked at him closely. "Dyl, I know two things you can be for me." She said softly. Dylan cocked an eyebrow at her. "What's that, then baby-girl?" Louise smiled, almost whispering, "How about husband and father?" Dylan looked thunderstruck. "Lou, you mean you and me, you know...really?" Louise laughed softly. "Yes Dylan Lewis, you and me, you know...really! It's not such a bad thing. In 5 years, you'll be 25; I'll be 24 and qualified to train for surgical, if I want, or I can go out and become a GP; plus, it also means I can take a break, have my babies, go back and take up where I left off -- if you don't mind being a house-husband for a while! I don't want to start a family in the middle of medical school; the family commitment means I'll never be able to finish, but once I qualify, we can begin our family. You and me, Dyl. You're all I want in a man, always have been, and I'd better be all you want!" Dylan thought for a second; the idea of having a family with Louise, of making babies with this beautiful girl was powerful and attractive. He knew he loved her more than anything in the world, and she loved him equally strongly; could they really be a proper family, a mum/dad/baby-type family? He remembered the unspoken question. "Louise Ceinwen Lewis, you are everything I want, all I will ever need, and the only place I will ever go. When I wake up in the morning I see your face, and when I lay down to sleep at night, all I hear is your voice. I would be honoured, and ecstatically happy, to wed you, make babies with you, live with you forever." Louise looked at him searchingly, tears starting from her eyes as Dylan made his declaration of love for her, saying the things she had subconsciously longed for so long to hear him say, echoing her own feelings for him. She reached for him, and he was there, pulling her close to shower her face with kisses, caress her body, and hold her against him and feel his warmth. She looked pensive for a second. "When I was a little girl, my favourite song was an old nursery-rhyme we used to sing in school. "Soldier, Soldier, won't you marry me, with your musket, fife and drum?" she sing-song'd at him, tears on her cheeks. She wiped her eyes, pulled Dylan close by his ears, and twinkled up at him. "Dylan Thomas Taliesin Lewis, it's not a Leap-Year, but I'm going to ask you anyway; Soldier, will you marry me?" Dylan grinned at her use of his embarrassing full name. "Yes, Louise Ceinwen Enfys Lewis, I will marry you, and make you my wife. Byddaf yn eich priodi, and-a Mi fyddai'n Dy garu di am byth, Cariad Louise!" (I will marry you, and I will love you forever, darling Louise!) Louise smiled and answered him back in Welsh, tears glimmering in her eyes again; "and-a Dwi'n Dy garu di yn wastad ac am byth Dylan!"(And I love you, always and forever, Dylan!) They lay back, luxuriating in the feel and warmth of each other, content to hold, touch and feel. Dylan knew he would never be tired of caressing and exploring this beautiful girl, of kissing and tasting her, and revelled in the massive surge of love and protectiveness he felt for her. Louise was feeling the same emotions, tinged with wonder. Dylan had gone away a boy fresh out of school, and come home tall, grown, a man of the world, the only mate or lover she would ever want, and her hands explored and discovered him as his roamed over her, touching, pleasing her, making her hot, making her ready. His cock grew firm and solid against her, and she pumped him gently as she kissed and stroked him. His own fingers slid around her buttocks, teasing them apart, stretching her anus in a way that made her gasp and giggle, to rub against her slit from the rear, making her moist and ready. She rolled onto her back, Dylan's fingers trailing down her flat belly to swirl in her pubic hair before slipping into her moist slit, one finger slipping in, rubbing and teasing, followed by another. As he frigged her, she continued pumping his cock, both hands working on him, squeezing his balls as she handled his cock, their mutual masturbation drawing sighs and light moans from each other as their arousal climbed. At last, Louise slid down the bed, swapping ends to slide her lips over the end of his now fully erect cock, sealing her mouth over him as she slowly bobbed and sucked, cheeks hollowing with the effort of stimulating her man's cock, his cockhead swelling and engorging even more as a result. Dylan intensified his efforts inside her pussy, sliding his fingers over and around her clitoris, spreading her lubrication over it as he gently rubbed it in time to her sucking motions, finally pulling her over and onto him, her thighs on either side of his head so that she was now lying flat on him, and as she sucked and licked at his cockhead, he speared his tongue into and between her swollen labia, once again tasting her as her juices flowed over and around his tongue. His probing tongue finally found her engorged clitoris, and as she sucked him, he sucked and licked at her, making her squeal around his cock as she orgasmed again, the vibration almost too much to bear. Now Louise began to suck harder, her throat vibrating as she moaned, an endless series of mini-orgasms rolling through her, the sensation finally too much for Dylan. With a deep groan, he came, sperm pumping into her mouth as his cock swelled, twitched and pulsed, Louise sucking steadily, avidly swallowing each jet as it splashed into her hot, hungry mouth, her own orgasm approaching as he licked and sucked at her vulva, feeling her orgasm building in a series of waves. Suddenly he thrust his tongue into her anus, holding her buttocks apart to increase penetration. She shrieked as she came, a massive orgasm ripping through her, her thighs tensing and buttocks flexing under his hands as her body shuddered in the throes of her orgasm, waves of pleasure coursing through her as she shook and trembled, her heart thundering in her chest, her ears popping and crackling with the force of her climax. At last, she slumped back down, as her climax died away, her muscles twitching in reaction, to lie on him, eyes closed as fatigue set in, a small satisfied smile on her face. Eventually, she stirred, moving off him to slide up next to him and lie in the crook of his arm, Dylan holding her close as sleep finally claimed them. They woke as the early evening sun slanted through the window, dazzling them into wakefulness. "Dyl what time is it?" enquired Louise sleepily. Dylan checked his G10 watch. "Almost 7, Lou, got plans? Louise jumped up. "Dyl, I've got a Fresher's mixer at 8, get up, I'm supposed to attend! Hurry up, you're my date tonight, get a shower and get dressed, come on!" They shared a quick shower, Louise quickly pressing a shirt for him and sliding on a simple pullover summer dress while he shaved, brushing her hair and quickly doing her face. In 40 minutes they were walking into the auditorium, Dylan noting the looks Louise was getting from the male students, pride and jealousy mixing evenly. "Calm down, Dyl, it's just a mixer, I'm not dancing with anyone here except you!" she whispered, slipping her arm through his and piloting him over to the knot of lecturers and registrars who'd be her mentors for the next 5 years. After introducing him as her fiancé, and exchanging a few pleasantries with each of her tutors, they slipped off to one side, content to watch the other students as they attempted to connect with each other. A couple of the bolder ones asked Louise to dance, but she always politely refused, until Dylan asked her why. "You can dance if you like, Lou, you're not making any deathless promises to anyone here! Besides, you're coming home with me tonight!" he grinned, surreptitiously sliding his finger down the crease of her buttocks and flicking her anal bud through her thin dress, making her gasp and grin happily. "OK, Dyl, but if that's the case, then I think you should ask one of those half-dressed turbo-skanks over there, the ones undressing you with their eyes -- they look like nice girls!" she grinned slightly maliciously, and Dylan was forced to pinch her arse, making her grin again. He was uncomfortable at the thought of getting on a dance floor. A man who could run a parapet 50ft off the ground, at night, in Meindl desert boots, wearing a 50lb pack and carrying a Minimi machine-gun, he felt awkward and un-coordinated on the dance floor, afraid of twisting his feet and landing on his arse like some limp-wristed RAF muppet, so he avoided dancing as much as possible. Louise solved that for him by pushing him in the direction of the slightly predatory gaggle of girls, saying "Go, ask someone, you'll like it, they're all practically sweating Oestrogen at you!" He asked one girl, who jumped at the chance to dance with the big hunky guy, but after the number was over, Dylan beat a hasty retreat, sweating and terrified. Satisfied that he'd at least made the effort, Louise danced with a couple of the med students, one of them attempting to get her in a corner for some free-style groping, but a quick knee put paid to that, and the sight of her capable-looking boyfriend watching them cooled the other would-be Romeo's off quickly. Louise did insist he dance with her at least once, and they slow-danced, Dylan loving the way she fitted so perfectly against him, moulded herself into him so well. After an hour or so, Louise put down her drink. "OK Dyl, I've mixed enough, you danced, I danced, let's go home, I'm hungry and I want to play with you!" Dylan grinned, this was more like it! When they got home, they ate the rest of the cold cuts and salad from lunch for supper, and sat watching TV for a while, Dylan still absorbed in Louise's features. At last, he could take it no more, and reached over to the remote, turning the TV off. Louise immediately slid over and hoisted herself onto his lap. "I thought you were never going to get started, Dyl!" she grinned at him. Dylan started to kiss her, and then pulled back as he remembered something. "Lou, let me up a sec, I've got something for you, something from me -- and mum as well. Wait here." He went into the spare bedroom, and dumped his kit out of his duffel bag, looking for the little package he carried everywhere with him, found it inside some rolled up clothing. He knelt on the floor next to the couch and took her left hand. "Lou, this is from me to you, as a token of the ring you'll wear one day." With that he slid onto her ring finger the delicate gold 'Claddagh' ring that had belonged to their mother, which their father had given to him to give to his fiancée one day, making sure the point of the heart pointed toward her finger tip, signifying that she was now engaged. "Thank you, Dylan." She whispered, tears in her eyes as she examined her engagement ring. "Come here, I want to thank you properly!" Dylan slid back onto the couch, Louise hopping back onto his lap and putting her arms around his neck, kissing him deeply, seriously. Dylan responded in kind, the two of them twined together on the couch, enjoying the sensation of being so close, so uninhibited with each other. Louise squirmed around until she was sitting astride him, and looked into his eyes, grinning, her lip caught between her teeth. She leaned forward, kissing him lightly, and began sliding her panty-clad crotch over his groin, Dylan's cock responding almost immediately. Now her kissing became more serious, her hands on the back of his neck as she ground her crotch against him, bearing down on him, making him hard and ready. His hands slid up under her dress, cupping her firm round buttocks, his fingers sliding into the sides of her panties, feeling her heat and moistness. He began to push back up against her, matching her rhythm, each of them dry-humping the other. Louise began to breathe faster, her face flushing as Dylan worked her up, his hard cock ridged in his jeans, sliding along her moist slit, the crotch of her panties slowly soaking through as she frotted herself against him, their lips glued together as their tongues fenced and darted together. Dylan gently rolled her over onto the couch, lying next to her as he slid his hands back up under her dress and into her panties, pulling them down past her knees and tugging her dress up. Louise stopped moving against him to help him pull off her dress, leaving her in just her brassiere, her panties around her knees. She shrugged off her underwear completely, leaving herself naked on the couch. Dylan stood up to pull off his shirt and tug his jeans down, kicking off his shoes until he was wearing just his shorts. Louise pulled him close and tugged them down allowing his cock to swing free, and held her arms out to him, beckoning him onto the couch with her. As he moved onto the couch, she slid her legs apart, inviting him to lie between them, to mount her. Dylan moved on his knees between her outstretched thighs, his cock fully erect, the head swollen and angry looking, and moved up so she could position him at her entrance. When she smiled and nodded, he slowly pushed forward, sliding into her tight hot pussy, Louise hissing as he filled her up, arching her back at the sensations radiating from their joined sexes. He began to pump his cock into her, going slowly at first, letting her get used to him again, gradually speeding up as her arousal climbed and her movements against him became more pronounced. Her hips began to pump in time to his thrusts, rising up to meet him as he pumped into her, grinding herself into him, her breathing quickening and her eyes rolling back as her climax approached. She came with a loud hissing groan, her pussy walls clenching and rippling along his length, her breath coming in short staccato bursts. She slumped back, head lolling as her exertion took its toll, Dylan still sliding himself into her. "Baby, get up, please, turn over sweetheart!" he whispered as he kissed her, backing himself out of her. Louise wriggled round, to lie on her stomach, and Dylan pulled her back toward him, setting her on all fours. Now he aimed himself and slowly pushed forward, sliding his cock back into her, rearing up to hold her by the hips as he pumped into her. He slid his hands round her ribcage, finding her lovely small breasts, squeezing and rolling them in his cupped hands, twirling and rubbing her stiff nipples as he pounded into her. Louise gasped under the assault, pushing back against him as he pushed forward, her nipples on fire as he manipulated them, his lips soft and warm as he kissed the back of her neck, her shoulders, between her shoulder blades. She reached under herself, found her clitoris, began to rub and caress herself, frigging as he pumped her, her climax building again. Dylan sped up, his own climax not far, stimulated by the sight of her smooth elegant back and his cock sliding between her lovely shapely buttocks, the sound of her gasping and calling him. Louise came first, her orgasm slamming into her, making her scream with the force of her release, her cunt walls sucking and clenching at his cock. The sensation was too much for him, and came with a deep, heartfelt groan as he shot stream after stream of sperm deep into her, coming like he never had before, emptying himself into her body, the feel of his spunk shooting into her setting off another wave of orgasmic pleasure in her. They both collapsed, winded, from the sheer exertion, the strain of such an explosion of sexual release, Dylan almost paralysed with the strength of his climax, Louise in no better state. They lay still, unable to do more than lightly nibble and kiss, feather touches, until they could recover some of their strength. At last, Dylan stirred. "Lou, shall we go to bed? Or do you want to spend the night on a couch?" he grinned. Louise stroked his face, smiling up at him. "Darling, I'd love to spend the night here with you, but this couch is not where I want to wake up with you. Let's go!" They made their way to the bedroom, dropping into bed, only enough strength left to hold each other, before they fell asleep. +++ Dylan woke with a start, his early morning reflex kicking-in, and lay quietly, enjoying the sight and feel of Louise against him, her face serenely beautiful in repose. At last, as if aware of his scrutiny, she stirred and opened her eyes to smile happily at him. "Baw'r da, milwr!" she grinned, Dylan smiling back at her as he kissed her gently on her lips, her forehead, the tip of her nose. "Good morning to you, too, baby- girl!" She stretched and asked him what he wanted for breakfast, but Dylan had had his breakfast instincts comprehensively destroyed by army food, so he plumped for coffee and toast, Louise throwing a Tee-shirt on to quickly make some. After they'd finished breakfast in bed, she asked him what he wanted to do. "Lou, I've only got a 5-day pass, all I really want to do is chase you around the flat!" He grinned. The real reason was a little more prosaic; all of his pay went into an account set-up by Harry to help pay her expenses at Medical School, although she wasn't aware of it. He was actually stony broke, but didn't want to admit it to her. The way he saw it, he was investing in her future, so it was worth it. "Come on, Dyl, let's go into Birmingham, take a walk through The Jewellery Quarter, I love that place, all that money!" she grinned impishly, and he grinned back; how was he going to tell her he didn't have the money for the train fare? He fished out his empty wallet from his jacket pocket, made a show of looking through it, grinned sheepishly at her. "Lou, I don't have enough on me just now for the train fare, could we leave it 'til later?" Louise's eyes narrowed, and she snatched his wallet from him, looked inside. "Dylan, there's nothing here, no ATM cards, nothing. Where are you going to get money from? How? You don't have any money, do you? Where's your pay, what have you done with it?" her voice suspicious and demanding. He knew this Louise; this was the Louise that could see right through him. "Look Lou, it's not important. I don't need money, the army feeds, clothes and houses me, so I don't need any. Just leave it, OK?" he asked, face reddening. "Dylan Lewis, you will tell me the truth this instant, do you hear me!" she demanded. "Where is your pay, what have you done with it, and what do you mean, 'you don't need money'? Everyone needs money, even if only a little, but you say you can get by with none at all. What's going on here, what is it you're not telling me?" Dylan was trapped; he couldn't lie to Louise, never could, she could see right through him; he'd have to come clean. "Lou, it goes into a special savings account, Harry set it up. It's being invested; for you, for Med School; you need it more than I do. Like I said, the army takes care of my basic needs, so that means I can take care of yours." Louise looked at him in horror. "You mean I take every penny you earn? Oh Dylan, you poor baby, I can't do that, what about you? I have resources, I have a maintenance grant and my tuition is paid from a bursary; the NHS subsidises this flat, and I can always pick up a part-time assistant post at the hospital if I need more money. Why did you have to go and give me everything you have?" She was in tears now, distraught at the fact of her brother's sacrifice for her; he didn't have a penny to his name, everything he earned went to her. There he was, being a soldier, earning not very good money to begin with, and here she was, picking his pocket, swanning around like the cat that ate the canary while he's sitting in his barracks at night too broke to go out for a beer, because he'd given it all to her! Dylan hugged her close. He'd been afraid this would happen. "Lou, it's OK, it was my choice; I wanted to make sure you had a good start, so you could concentrate on your studies without worrying about bills, or textbooks or anything like that. Really, I don't need the money, but you do, so you just keep it, use it properly, OK? It's only for a few more years, anyway, remember?" Soldier Doll Ch. 02 My special thanks for much assistance and helpful criticism to Mriceman1964, without whom much would not have been possible! ___________________________ Louise lay in Dylan's arms, looking at him, trailing her fingers through his soft dark chest hair, patterns and swirls delineating the rippling muscles of his torso, outlining his nipples and forming into a central band that swooped down to unite with his wiry pubic hair, her head filled with images of him and her need for him. He'd come home to her, and loved her like she'd always wanted, sealed the two of them together, asked her the thing she'd always longed to hear him say. She'd loved him since as long as she could remember, her world always revolving around him, her need to see him, touch him, hear his voice, feel his presence. When he'd gone away, a band had tightened around her chest, constricting with every day he was gone, the pain distant but ever present. Seeing him yesterday, at the train station, tall and gorgeous, the man she'd always known was there in the boy who'd left, had snapped that band, spinning it away like it had never been, and her need for him had risen up, her heart turning over and slamming into her ribcage like a wildcat attacking the bars of its cage. Somehow they would be together, if she had to wait 5 years, so be it, she'd wait for him, he was worth it. And when they were together, it would be forever, she would see to that. Dylan was thinking along the same lines. He'd spent the last three years thinking about her, day-dreaming about her, and now, the thing he'd only ever allowed himself to dream in the deepest caverns of his mind had come to pass. She was stunning, a knockout, the most beautiful girl he'd ever seen, and she'd come to him like he'd fantasised, taken him to places he'd only ever dreamed of, said the things he'd most wanted to hear, was lying here, now, his for the taking again, and again. He would never do that, her gift of herself was far too precious, and he revelled in the knowledge that she had pledged herself to him forever, as he had to her. He gathered her in, kissing her passionately as his need for her rose up and burned through him, his cock hardening instantly with the need to unite with her again, share what she offered him so freely, give himself to her again. They slid down the bed together, Dylan showering her with kisses as his hands roamed over her, touching, stroking, fondling, Louise no less tactile, her hands holding him and fondling his cock, his scrotum, making him ache with need for her, for release inside her body. They rolled together on the bed, legs and arms entwining as they kissed, sighs and moans of need escaping from them as their bodies yielded to each other, finally coming to rest with Dylan on top of her, Louise looking deeply into his eyes as he searched hers questioningly. She smiled and lightly kissed his face, pulling him to her, and his hands slid over her body as he mounted her, holding himself above her as she positioned him, then pushing gently into her, her eyes widening as she stretched to accommodate him, her breath coming in short huffing gasps as she took him all in. When he was buried in her to the hilt, he started moving, backing out to slide back in, the way easier this time, and so it went, Louise moving against him, pushing back as he pushed into her, grinding herself against him, rubbing her clitoris against him, working herself up. He began to speed up, Louise matching him stroke for stroke, the only sounds their gasping as they approached their mutual climax, excitement mounting as they humped and pumped at each other, until, with a muffled cry, Louise came, her vagina squeezing and clenching at him as it convulsed, her breath coming in high-pitched moaning gasps, taking Dylan with her, his groan no less loud as he climaxed, sperm jetting out of him and into her depths, long, pulsing ejaculations, emptying himself into her, the sensation incredible as he came like never before. At last, they both fell back, sated, muscles twitching and quivering in reaction to their exertion, hands seeking out each other, to hug and fondle each other as the afterglow engulfed them. Louise touched his face gently, making him open his eyes and smile at her. "Dyl, this is all I want to do, all the time you're here. I don't want to go anywhere, do anything except this, this is the best I've ever felt, and I don't want it to stop!" she smiled. "I've wanted you for so long, I want as much of you as I can have before you have to leave again. Do you mind?" Dylan grinned back at her. "Lou, this is my idea of heaven, you're just perfect, and I already told you, I have no intention of going anywhere or doing anything. You've locked me up with you, and it's the best feeling in the world!" Louise smiled, slipping her arms around his neck to pull herself close enough to kiss him long and deeply, her slim, supple body pressed tightly against him as she enjoyed the feel and the nearness of him. They spent the morning in bed, holding each other as they slept, to awaken and resume exploring and kissing, gently maintaining connection, content to hold and touch each other. At lunch, Louise cocked her head at Dylan, grinning. "Dyl, I've changed my mind, I want to go to the cinema, take me to the movies, Soldier Man!" Dylan grinned in embarrassment. "Lou, I don't have..." Louise smiled. "I've got a Student Card, so it's my treat, come on, slowcoach, get dressed, we're going to the pictures!" They eventually decided on the cinema in the Meridian Leisure Park, in Leicester, Louise getting a 50% discount for being a student, and settled down in the back row to watch some American rom-com movie that Dylan had never heard of. At first he was bemused; Louise had never been fond of the cinema when she was growing up, so this was definitely a departure for her. They were holding hands, Dylan resting their joined hands on his lap, when he felt Louise's hand squirm free, coming to rest directly on his lap, her fingers lightly tracing his cock. He looked at her, but she appeared to be completely absorbed in the film, her long legs showing up beautifully under her short denim skirt. Gradually her hand movements in his lap became more directed, her fingers tracing out the outline of his cock more definitely, and his cock responding to her rhythmic stroking, hardening under her stroking fingers. Now she began rubbing the palm of her hand over his cock, pressing it down, feeling him getting harder the more she rubbed. Her hand moved to his zipper, inching it down until his fly was open, and sliding her hand inside to grasp his now fully erect cock. She began squeezing and massaging him, Dylan trying not to groan as she worked him up. He popped his waistband button, allowing Louise to slide her hand down inside his shorts and wrap her warm hand around him, pump and squeeze him some more. Now, for the first time, she looked at him, a wicked little grin on her face as she pulled down the front of his shorts, holding his cock upright, and dropping down to lay her head in his lap, sliding her lips over him to lick the tip of his throbbing erection. His face contorted with the effort of remaining silent as she sucked and licked him, her head bobbing as she sucked, cheeks hollowing with the effort. Dylan was desperately trying to hold back, and glanced around for something, anything to distract him from the acute sensations he was feeling, noticing for the first time two other couples also seated along the back row, one couple on either side of them, the females also with their heads firmly in their partner's laps; one of the guys looked at Dylan, grinned and thumbed-up him, and Dylan could only grin back; evidently the matinee showing was popular with more than just the bored or the broke... Louise's talented tongue and mouth was having a definite effect, and he could feel his balls tightening, the juncture of his thighs beginning to tingle with that pre-ejaculation prickle, and his sperm was definitely beginning to boil over. Lou...It's ...I'm coming...!" he managed to gasp out. Louise redoubled her efforts, and Dylan lost all control, shooting long ropes of hot sperm into her hungry mouth, his hips bucking and his abs tightening as he had to restrain himself from pounding into her mouth. At last, his cock stopped spurting, and Louise licked and cleaned him, polishing his head with her tongue before tucking his rapidly deflating cock back into his shorts, pulling the front back up and patting him gently on the crotch. "There now, Dyl, that was a good film, wasn't it?" she asked him innocently, Dylan grinning as he nodded agreement, busily doing up his fly and re-buttoning his jeans. They got up to leave, passing the couple who'd caught Dylan's eye earlier, the man grinning and quickly brushing knuckles with Dylan as they squeezed past, his girl sitting raptly watching the movie as though nothing untoward had taken place. They got back into the car, and Dylan pulled Louise closer to give her a 'thank-you' kiss. "Where did you come up with that then, you dirty girl?" he grinned. Louise smiled back. "You hear a lot of things, and some of them stick in your mind. I know the matinees are popular for that, half the girls in my tutor group have been here doing it, which is why I know about it!" Dylan grinned even wider. "Still, what you did was very naughty. I think I'll have to punish you!" Louise grinned back, playing along. "Oh, please, I think I need to be punished for being so dirty!" "Lou, just find somewhere quiet while I think about how I'm going to punish you!" They drove away from town, finding the A-roads that took them into a rural part of the county, eventually spotting a secluded lane with low overhanging trees. "That'll do!" grinned Dylan. The car rolled to halt, and he jumped out, ran around to the drive's side and almost pulled Louise from the car, walking her to the front of the car, and sliding her onto the hood in one movement, stepping between her knees to take her face between his hands and kiss her, a long, slow, passionate kiss. He stepped back and slid his hands up under her skirt, hooking the waistband of her panties, and pulling them down to her knees in one quick jerk. Louise giggled, kicking them off and draped her arms over his shoulders, giving him a deep, wet, erotic kiss, licking his lips and sliding her tongue around in his mouth, rasping his tongue with hers. Dylan's hands came up to her breasts, rubbing her nipples through her top, feeling them erect as he realised she wasn't wearing a bra, and tugged her top up to feel her warm firm flesh in his palms. Taking hold of her legs behind her knees, he pulled her towards him and draped her legs up over his shoulders, dipping his head down to lick across her labia, making her gasp as his tongue brushed her hooded clitoris. Dylan bored in further, lapping at her labia, feeling them swell and part as they engorged, smelling the warm, fresh scent of her arousal. He pointed his tongue and pushed the tip deep into her recess, teasing her pink and glowing inner lips, touching her emerging clitoris, feeling the little bead harden and swell against his tongue. He licked gently at her bead, lapping at her juices, tasting her, Louise moaning and gabbling incoherently, her head thrashing from side to side as he pleasured her, her hands clamped behind her knees, holding herself wide open for him. He gently sucked her clitoris between his lips, and rubbed his tongue across it, feeling her orgasm tremble through her, hearing her guttural moans as she came continuously in waves of pleasure, pushing her wet and swollen vulva against his mouth, as his tongue rubbed and flicked inside her. As she was riding the wave of orgasms, he pointed his tongue and pushed it as hard as he could into her tight little anus, and Louis screamed in release as she came like a thunderbolt, her juices squirting from her swollen cunt, a first for her, flooding his mouth and bathing his chin with her honeyed fragrance, her whole body wracked with tremors as she climaxed harder and more completely than she had ever thought possible. Sobbing with the intensity of her release, her body trembling and quivering, she slumped back against the car hood, eyes squeezed shut and tears glimmering at the corners as aftershocks and mini orgasms chased their tails through her. Dylan pulled her upright, let her lean against him as she slowly came down, Louise kissing him gently, lovingly, while he stroked her hair, held her close, brushed his lips against her, ran his hands over her lovely svelte frame, eventually clamping two hands over her lovely taut buttocks as he kissed her deeply, tongue and lips conveying all he felt for her. "Wow Dyl, I've never done that before, it was amazing, you're amazing! Let me take care of you, now, I can feel you...!" she whispered. "No Lou, I want you in your bed, naked, making love, not roughing-it in a country lane!" he whispered back. "I want to take my time, eat you slowly!" Louise grinned. "OK Darling, when we get home, anything you want...anything! " Dylan grinned back happily, watching as she slid her panties on, anticipating when he was going to get to slide them off again. When she was done, he enfolded her in his arms again, kissing her long and hard, his hands squeezing and moulding her shapely firm bottom, she responding by grinding against him, feeling his cock flex and harden against her mound. The drive back home was interminable, or so it seemed to Dylan, although it was probably no more than twenty minutes or so; his aching erection made it seem longer, and the sly glances and knowing little smile on Louise's face weren't helping matters, either. As soon as they rolled to a halt, he was out of the car, tugging open the driver's door to speed Louise out of her seat, and if he didn't know better, he would have sworn she was taking her time, torturing him, making him wait for the pay-off. Louise smiled brightly at him, took his hand and strolled to the front door, fumbling with her keys, finally getting the right one, Dylan in an agony of anticipation, hustling her inside as soon as the door opened, slamming it behind him as he grabbed her, spun her round and clamped his mouth over hers, pushing her back against the wall, Louise kissing him back no less fiercely. She tugged his shirt out of his jeans as she wrapped her legs around him, Dylan holding her against the wall with his hands tightly clasping her buttocks, his erection pressing against her as she rubbed herself against him, an animal moan of need escaping both of their mouths as they ground and rubbed against each other. Dylan broke away first, letting her down to stand shakily. "Bedroom, now!" he croaked, Louise already unbuttoning his shirt as he tried to kick off his shoes and unbutton his jeans at the same time. He grabbed her hand, hurrying to the bedroom, to stand by the bed and tug down her skirt, Louise yanking off her top to stand in only her tiny panties. Now Dylan got to slide them off, and he savoured the moment; slowly sliding a girl's panties off is an erotic treat for virtually all men, and he was no exception, the swish of the material sliding down silky thighs, the sight of a gradually bared pussy or exposed buttocks just so damned sexy! He pulled her close, lips and hands playing over her, Louise gasping as he nibbled her neck, her shoulders, clasped and spread her buttocks apart, his hands sliding into that shadowed cleft, finger sliding gently over the sensitive little pucker concealed there. Her own hand worked him, pumping and squeezing, rubbing the head of his engorged, highly stimulated cock with her thumb, spreading the lubricant seeping from him over the head and down the shaft, her lips working at his neck as he switched his attention to her wet slit, sliding first one then two fingers into her, rubbing her clitoris, making her gasp and squirm against him. Dylan edged her backwards, until she sat on the bed, his cock at the right height for her to take him into her mouth, taste him as she sucked and squeezed him, her head bobbing as she fellated him. Dylan reluctantly withdrew from her delicious mouth, urging her up onto the bed as he lay down next to her, his lips finding hers as his fingers once more probed and gently rubbed her wet pussy, Louise humping herself against his hand now, her lips hungrily clamped to his as he frigged her, while she found and pumped his rock-hard cock. Dylan moved between her thighs, lying on top of her for a moment, nibbling and licking her lips, and then, in one swift movement, slid his cock into her, burying himself to the hilt in her tight sheath. Her eyes snapped open wide at the sudden invasion, her gasp muted by her mouth pressed hard against his. Dylan pumped harder and harder, Louise holding him and raking him with her fingertips as he plunged his cock into her like a jack-hammer, humping madly, a torrent of sensation bursting through her as he roughly fucked her. Dylan reared up, and took hold of her calves, pulling her legs up, draping them over his shoulders and tilting her pelvis up to increase the angle of penetration, and now he leaned down over her, forcing her knees almost level with her shoulders, pumping as hard as he could, tremors rippling through her body with the force of his hammering into her. Her breathing began to come in hitching gasps, her eyes rolling back in their sockets as he pumped her full of his cock, Louise in ecstasy as her orgasm built in waves, hot liquid sensation emanating from deep inside her womb. On and on Dylan hammered, sweat rolling down his face, watching Louise build, wave after wave rippling through her, until finally it was too much. With a muted scream, she came in a roaring wave of hot ecstasy, eyesight blurring with the intensity of her orgasm, her vagina pulsing as her cervix convulsed, her juices squirting in a hot wave, soaking his cock and balls, the rippling walls of her vagina clenching and sucking at him, squeezing him, pushing him over the edge. Dylan came with a hoarse bellow, his over-stimulated cock lurching and bucking like a live thing as a spray of semen shot out of him to coat the walls of her pussy, then another, then another, filling her with his seed. Finally, his cock stopped pumping, the torrent of sperm reduced to a trickle as his body refused to give up any more. Dylan lay on top of her, his weight on his elbows, tenderly kissing and being kissed by Louise, all need satisfied for now; now they were content to just hold and taste one another. Louise smiled up at him, grinned sleepily and rubbed her finger over the contours of his face. "That's never happened to me before, and now twice in one day, what have you done to me, you sexy soldier-beast you!" Dylan just smiled, and pulled her into him, letting her breathing lull him to sleep. They awoke to the sound of Dylan's army-issue unlisted cell-phone ticking; someone was texting him. All members of his unit were issued with one when going on leave, to ensure they were easy to contact if they were needed. He read the text message, Louise looked at his face, guessing it was bad news, tears already welling up in her eyes. "Lou, something's up, I've been recalled to Hereford, we're being stood-to!" Louise looked confused. "Dylan, why are you going to Hereford, the Para's are based in Colchester, what are you doing in Hereford, that's where the SAS is...Oh my God, you joined that mob up there! Oh Dylan, what have you done, they get sent to all the worst places, the dirtiest jobs!" Dylan's face reddened. "I can't talk about it Lou, please, no more questions. All I know is something's kicking-off, and I've got to go back. Shit! Shit, shit, shit! My first proper fucking leave in three fucking years, and this shit happens!" Soldier Doll Ch. 02 Louise watched in silence as he packed his stuff, muttering all the while. At last he finished, turned to her, held her close. "I didn't think this would happen, Lou, honest, I thought I was going to have some real time with you; maybe this is just a precaution, and I'll get stood down again soon. Whatever happens, I promise, I'll come back to you, soon as I can, I swear!" They tried to make love, but neither one of their hearts was in it, Dylan too preoccupied with his upcoming mobilisation, and Louise worrying where he was going, and whether he'd come back to her. They turned in after a light dinner, but neither one of them slept much; Dylan held her close all night long, absorbing every detail of her, making as many memories of her as he could to keep for when he was away, and Louise holding him tightly, treasuring the now, not knowing when, or if, she'd ever see him again. The drive to Nuneaton was silent, both of them still too preoccupied with their thoughts to chatter, Dylan worried about Louise; she'd not said a word since last night, and Louise already missing him, wanting him back, cursing the army, but saying nothing – in her heart she knew, this was what he wanted, and he'd be something less than what she knew he was if he didn't follow his own heart, the way she had. When they arrived, she waited while he got his Travel Warrant notarised, and hugged him on the concourse, her head flat against his chest, listening to his heartbeat while they waited for his connection to Birmingham. At last, Dylan could stand the silence no longer, and pulled back to say something, but she grabbed his face and pulled him to her, kissing him long and passionately, desperately, clutching at him as though she could keep him from leaving. Dylan kissed her back, all his longing for her coming out in his kiss, his arms tightening around her as though she could anchor him back, stop him from getting on the train. At last he broke their kiss, wiping the tears from her face with his thumbs, lightly pinching her nose to see her smile. "I promised you I'd be back soon, and I will, and we'll be together, just like we said. This can't last forever, whatever it is – most likely we'll be deployed to run in and gather intelligence, then scram, quick-in, quick-out, no-one any the wiser; that's what we're there for, to make any ground assault easier for the regular boys, so I'm not looking at a long deployment, wherever it is – I'm guessing it's the Gulf again, so it's probably not going to be a protracted fire-fight!" Louise listened to him, so confident and assured, and felt a surge of pride that her brother, her man, was one of the elite, trusted to do a job, and do it right, that damned few could do at all. "Dyl, you be careful, OK? You promised you'd come back, I'm holding you to it – we have babies to make!" she smiled gently, and he smiled back, overcome with love and tenderness for this beautiful girl he loved and wanted so much, his sister. "Don't worry, Lou, I promised to put a ring on your finger, and I will! Arhoswch i mi, Cariad Louise!" (Wait for me, darling Louise!) Louise pulled his head down to brush his lips with hers. "Bydd i aros i chi, Cariad Dylan, i addo i chi!" (I will wait for you, darling Dylan, I promise you!) she smiled at him, "Yn dod yn ôl yn fuan, Milwr!" (Come back soon, soldier!) she added, tears running down her cheeks, Dylan gently wiping them away and kissing her eyes. When he arrived back in Hereford, he took a taxi to the Lines, wondering what was so important that they were being stood to. After reporting to the Guard Commander, he returned to his barracks to change into CS95 battledress, and waited to be told what to do next, along with all the other occupants of the barracks. +++ Dylan jumped down from the ramp of the Hercules C-130, looked around in distaste. So this was Kuwait, Fort Blair Mayne Camp. What a fucking dump. At least some of his mates from 16th Air Assault were here, and he was being mustered with them, along with 1 Royal Irish and 2 Gurkha Rifles. No insignia were on show, he and all his team were wearing 16th Air insignia so as not to give away their presence. They were called to parade, and stood at ease as the Royal Irish CO, Col Tim Collins made his famous speech; "we go to liberate, not conquer... we will not fly our flags in their country...show respect for them...the enemy should be in no doubt that we are his nemesis...it is a big step to take another life..." the speech rolled on, reminding them that their duty was to be a credit to their country, that they would not revel in the killing of their fellow man, that they were liberators, not conquerors, and that they were there to remove a dictator. Dylan was moved by it despite himself. That evening, his troop was mustered and armed up; they were all issued night vision binoculars, personal role radios, HK33's and clips, an assortment of HE, WP and smoke grenades, and pistols and clips, and split into six teams. After they'd been briefed for their reconnaissance mission, the six teams piled into snatch Land Rovers, dangerously lightly armoured, but fast and agile, ideal for their purpose, and sped off to be dropped at their assigned positions. For two days they sat on watch in their lay-up positions (LUP's), periodically sending coded sit-reps, sweeping for signs of troop concentrations or movements, mechanized columns, any sign the enemy was on the move, sleeping in shifts, each of them on a hair–trigger, keyed-up and expecting trouble. When it came, it was fast and brutal. The first warning Dylan got was the intense flare in his left eye as a sighting laser shone directly into it, the red glare seeming to go right through his eye and bounce off the back of his skull. As he swore and clapped his hand to his eye, someone opened up with a GPMG. Dylan couldn't respond; his eye ached and all he could see was a large purple circle filling his field of view. Blinded as he was, he brought his weapon to bear to return fire, trying to pinpoint where the MG position was by hearing alone, and an incoming round shattered on his HK33, batting it out of his hands, the fragments slamming into his left eye and side of his face. He screamed and went over backwards, and another round furrowed his temple. Dylan saw stars, tasted brass, and everything went dark and silent. He was being bounced around, his head aching, the left side of his face and neck on fire, his left eye feeling like a needle was stuck in it. He stirred, feeling something on his face, across his eyes, and a hand slapped his hand away. "Leave it, Dylan, let the med team deal with it!" said a voice, one that he vaguely recognised, and he lay back, trying to work out where he was. He was being driven somewhere, had something happened? What? He fumbled with his jacket; he was wearing a tactical vest, had he been injured on exercises? "What happened? " "Iraqi patrol saw something moving, panicked, blew everything they had right on top of us, didn't spot the LUP at all, just got lucky. We got them all, though; you got smacked good in the face, looks OK now, just don't touch it, med team will sort it. Lucky fucker, you get to grope some Lumpy Jumper nurse, just make sure you pick a pretty one!" The vehicle slid to a halt and he was lifted out, slid onto a waiting trolley and wheeled into a bright room, the lights showing round the edges of whatever was on his eyes. He was quickly stripped of his vest and DPM shirt, and felt his arm being swabbed. "Just a little sting, now, there we are. Count to ten, please Dylan!" He started counting out loud, and remembered no more. He came round in a small tented ward, apparently he was the only occupant, all the other beds still had shipping plastic covers. He realised only his right eye was open, and felt his left, there was a large dressing completely covering his eye, more dressings on his cheek and the side of his neck. Just then a major walked in, stethoscope slung around his neck, smiled at Dylan and picked up his chart, flipped through it. "So Dylan, how are you feeling?" he asked. "I feel fine, except, why...what happened to ...my eye feels funny, sir, that's about all. What happened?" The doctor looked at him, gently peeled back the dressing on his eye, looked grave for a moment, then taped it back with more micro-pore tape. "Dylan, you were hit in the eye, face, and neck with bullet fragments from a jacketed round. We removed several fragment from your eye, and one had nicked your external carotid artery. You should thank your mates, they did a good job of stopping the bleeding and getting you back here in good time. Your neck is going to be fine, and your sutures are healing well, but you may have some minor scarring to your face. However, the prognosis for your eye is not good. By sheer bad luck, you looked right into a laser sight or some other high-intensity coherent light source as someone was targeting you, it was apparently a low-power unit, but it was enough. "The retina is scarred and flash-burned, while the lens was punctured by several smaller metallic fragments; it will be blurry when the dressing is removed. We can look at replacing the lens; laser surgery would not be helpful or advisable in your case, so an ocular implant, a refractive lens, might alleviate some of the blurring. The lacerated sclera and conjunctiva will heal nicely, and you can have a corneal graft to repair the damaged cornea, but the vision in your left eye is significantly impaired, and it's not going to improve over time. I'm afraid your service days are numbered, Dylan – sorry, I don't know any better way to say it except to say it like it is. We can repair most of the damage, but the retina is too compromised to offer any realistic chance of better than about 50% visual acuity, and probably significantly less. I'm sorry." He left Dylan to chew over his words. He was off Ops, that was for sure; nobody needed a one-eyed soldier, so what did he do now? He was thinking about that when a head poked around the corner. "Knock, Knock!" said a voice he recognised, and there was Captain 'Johnnie' Walker, grinning at him. "I heard you were in here, didn't figure you for a sick-bay ranger, Dylan! Bloody hell, don't you look like England's last hope!" he grinned. Dylan couldn't help but grin back. "I'm sorry about what happened, Dylan, I spoke with the doctor, he filled me in, bad luck, the one thing you couldn't plan on, happened. I suppose you know...?" Dylan nodded. "Yes sir, I'll be signed-off and sent home. After that, well..." Johnnie Walker took out a pen and a small notepad. "When you get home, call this bloke. He's always looking for people just like you, ex SAS, other specialists; I think you might find it worth your while. " Dylan smiled lopsidedly. "Thank you sir, once I get home I'll definitely give him a call, see what happens." "See you do, Dylan, I mean it, it might just be the best call you ever made!" he added cryptically. Dylan was formally discharged on medical grounds from the armed services 3 weeks later. The hardest part for him was handing back his Winged Excalibur pin. His troop commander gave it back to him. "You keep it, Dylan, you earned it." He wore an eye-patch over his damaged left eye, otherwise the dim, blurry image crossed with the perfect image from his good eye made him feel dizzy and sick. When he stepped off the plane he looked around, taking a deep breath, savouring his last day in service, and spotted Louise, jumping and waving her hands at him. He grinned and quickened his pace, almost running as he closed with her. She bolted for him, and he caught her, swinging her around, then bent down to kiss her, her arms going around his neck as she kissed him back, oblivious to the people around them, returning soldiers hugging their loved ones, caught up in each other. Waiting with the other families, so as to let them reunite first, Harry and Jane stared in shock at each other. Louise was the first to speak, "Oh Dylan, look at your poor face, and your eye, Oh God, what happened, really? The Ministry of Defence didn't tell us anything except that you'd been injured and discharged, I've been worried sick!" She gently stroked the barely healed stitches, feeling the corrugations where the bullet shrapnel had furrowed his cheek with a network of fine white scars. Dylan filled her in with the bare facts, her eyes welling up as she learned of the true extent of his injuries. "Oh Dylan, I'm so sorry, on your first mission too, I really am sorry, I know how much the service meant to you!" Dylan grinned back at her. "Not to worry, at least now you've got me full-time! Plus, I've got options, I've got a number to call, Johnnie Walker gave it to me, we'll see what happens. In the meantime, can we go home, I missed you?" he leered happily at her. He still hadn't seen Harry or Jane; they were both standing on his blind side. Harry cleared his throat. "Umm, Dylan, we need to talk to you...about just now...you and Louise..." Dylan looked astonished to see them as he spun round, and looked puzzled, then his eye widened as he realised that they must have seen him kissing Louise, and not the way a brother's supposed kiss his sister... "Oh, OK" he mumbled, his face reddening. Louise paled, but tightened her grip on his arm, sliding her arm through his and pulling herself closer to him. "Uncle Harry, Aunty Jane, you saw us so you know," she began, "so there's nothing more to say; we know, and we know you won't approve, but this is what we want!" Jane looked upset, ready to cry. "Louise, this is wrong, you...and Dyl, you can't be serious, he's your...Oh my God, think what you're saying, please, both of you...!" Louise set her jaw. "Aunty Jane, Uncle Harry, thank you for coming along today, we appreciate it, really, but this is not the place to discuss this, nor the time. We'll come and see you on the weekend; I have to get back, I have classes and lectures, and Dylan needs some rest, so we'll see you on Saturday. Come on, Dylan!" Dylan and Louise walked back to the civilian car-park, Harry and Jane trailing helplessly behind them, saying nothing, their eyes and expressions speaking volumes. When they got to their cars, Jane pulled Dylan by his arm, and as he turned, hugged him and kissed him lightly on the cheek. "Welcome home, Dyl, you poor boy, Im 'jyst yn falch eich bod yn ddiogel, anwylaf Dylan!" (I'm just glad you're safe, dearest Dylan!) Harry watched as Louise drove away, thinking about what had just transpired. He was reluctant to say anything or condemn them outright, he wanted to know how long this had been going on, and work out if there was any way to make this come out right. Jane watched him, seeing the internal debate. Shaking his head, Harry pulled away, it was a long drive back to North Wales, no sense in delaying any longer; they'd speak about it on Saturday. Louise drove in silence, flicking her eyes between the road and Dylan. He sat silently, lost in thought, or so it seemed. Actually, he kept reflexively trying to see out of the passenger-side window, but his covered eye meant he had to turn his whole head to do that, and it got to be tiring very quickly. Also, he was trying to not think about Louise too much – it was two hours or so to Leicester, it would seem much longer if he had to nurse a raging erection all the way there! After a while, Louise noticed he was asleep, poor baby, it must have been really tiring, flying all night in a C-130. Dylan woke up as the car slowed before turning into the road Louise lived on, quick disorientation passing as the familiar front door came in sight. He jumped out and grabbed his bag from the rear seat, waited for Louise to open the door and stepped into his new home. He sighed at the thought, and took his bag through to the main bedroom, dumping his kit and shucking his shirt, changing into a khaki T-shirt. He looked at himself in the mirror, missing his unit already, knowing there was no way back in. "Well Dylan, you may bleed green, but you're a civilian now, get used to it!" he mused to his reflection, sighed again, and went looking for Louise. She was in the kitchen, rooting around in the fridge, and as she stood up two hands came around her waist, slid up to cup her breasts, pull her back against what felt like a very healthy erection pressing between her bum cheeks. "Hi, little girl, mind if I squeeze your tits?" whispered Dylan hoarsely in her ear, and she squirmed around to hold him, kiss him as she ground back against him, grabbing hold of his crotch and grinning into his lips. "Hello, soldier, want to fool around for a while?" she whispered, and Dylan's hands slid down to take hold of her buttocks, pull her harder against him. They kissed and ground against each other for a few more seconds before breaking to grin at each other, then made a break for the bedroom by mutual assent, hurtling through the door and tumbling onto the bed. Dylan slid his hands under Louise's skirt, feeling her panties stretched tight over her taut bum, hooking his fingers into the waistband and sliding them down as far as he could, and clasping her warm, firm cheeks to squeeze and fondle them. Louise rubbed and squirmed against him, his erection felt solid and ready, and she wanted to feel it, hold it, experience it again; too many nights alone remembering how well he'd fucked her before had taken their toll, and she could only masturbate so much over their nights together before the need for him overwhelmed her. Now she had him back, and all her nerve endings were thrilling with the need for his body against hers, his cock moving inside her, his lips as he drove her crazy for him. She fumbled with the button on his DPM trousers, Dylan quickly rolling her off him as he kicked them off, pulled his T-shirt off and helped her pull her top over her head. Louise pulled off her scrunchie and shook out her glorious hair, unzipping her skirt and letting it fall to the ground beside the bed, letting Dylan feast his eyes on her naked perfection. Slipping her panties all the way off, she slid next to him, Dylan lifting his hips to allow her to tug his shorts off and take hold of him. He gathered her into himself, kissing her wildly, the way he'd been dreaming and wanting to for the last month, ever since he'd been curtailed off his leave, sliding his fingers into the cleft of her buttocks, rubbing her soft anus and sliding into her moist slit, making her gasp and giggle into his mouth. She in turn pumped and squeezed him gently, feeling the urgent solidity of his cock, wanting him, but wanting him to last as well, to extend the pleasure for both of them. She broke their kissing to push him gently back down onto the bed, kissing his neck, his chest, down his torso to his groin, licking his cock from root to tip. Dylan gasped as her tongue skated over the tip of his cock, her tongue gently probing the slit and hole in the end, before sliding her lips over the end and sealing her mouth to him as she sucked him, the lowered pressure making the head swell and sensitize even further. She bobbed her head in a regular rhythm, sliding her lips down and then up his shaft, her tongue massaging his swollen, sensitized head the whole time, sucking gently but unrelentingly, the sensations crowding him, building him to the inevitable climax. He came with an almost animal growl, a hoarse, barking shout of release, his sperm jetting out of his penis and coating the inside of her mouth, pooling on her tongue and filling her mouth, Louise swallowing as fast as she could to keep up with the outbursts of seminal fluid jetting into her mouth. At last the pulsing flow of semen slowed, stopped, as his orgasm faded away, sated and relieved for now, the build-up of days and weeks of wanting her that no amount of masturbation could have relieved, Louise finally polishing the tip of his cock with her tongue, cleaning him off and grinning up at him, her beautiful green-hazel eyes dancing. Soldier Doll Ch. 02 Dylan knelt up, pulling her in front of him, her back to him, urging her onto all fours, and pulling her into him to allow him to probe her most intimate places with his tongue. Louise sighed and murmured in contentment as he licked and probed into her pussy, feeling her outer lips swell as she became more aroused, feeling the flow of her juices step-up as her excitement rose, her strong, sweet musk surrounding him, filling his senses with her, and he licked, sucked and lapped at her, driving her ever higher. She dropped down to rest her face against the bed, her rump still held high, immobile, in Dylan's strong hands, holding her tight against his mouth as he feasted on her, probing, licking, tasting. Louise was slowly going mad with desire; Dylan licked and probed her pussy, her anus, flicking one switch after another, and her need for him, already deep and aching was becoming almost unbearable, her desire to hold him deep inside herself almost impossible to contain. Coupled with the very real sensations bursting through her as he teased and nibbled, sucked and licked, was the almost overwhelming desire to hold him as he ploughed her, rammed her and filled her with his seed, empty his body again and again of his creamy man-milk, take every inch of his cock again and again, as his woman and mate. "Now, Dyl, please...!" she gasped, "Anything you want, Dyl, just do it now...!" Dylan slid her down onto her front, parting her legs and shuffling between them, Louise reaching blindly behind her for him, taking hold of him and guiding him up to her swollen, gaping slit. He put his weight on his elbows on either side of her, sliding his hands under her ribcage to cup her breasts, and slowly slid his distended cock into her wet pussy, one long, slow glide, feeling her velvety inner walls clasp at him as he invaded her, her well lubricated pussy soft and hot and moist around him, a velvet glove for his throbbing steel-hard cock. He began pumping into her, his rhythm slow and unhurried, finding his pace. He was glad she'd already made him come once; he'd be able to last now that she'd blown the froth off, so to speak. As he pumped, he squeezed and rubbed her nipples, kissing and biting her neck and shoulders, nibbling her earlobes, licking the nape of her neck, all the while whispering to her how he'd missed her, how he'd thought of nothing but her, and what he'd planned to do with and to her once he came back to her; Louise responded by sliding a hand under herself to find her clitoris and rub herself gently as he rammed his cock into her, her mind whirling with the imagery he was giving her, the sensations radiating out of her womb sensitising her entire body, his touch feeding that sensitivity further until she was nothing but sensation and sexual energy crackling through every part of her. She came like a thunderclap, her entire body convulsing as the gigantic orgasm pulsed and blasted through her, making her feel like electric bolts were shooting through her fingertips, her fingers and toes curling with the force and magnitude of it, and she screamed in release, body stiff and breath short as she shuddered with the waves of pleasure crashing through her. Her vaginal contractions milked and sucked at his cock, and Dylan had to literally disassociate himself from the incredible sensations he was feeling; he had something he wanted to do, and he had no intention of coming just yet. As her climax passed, Louise relaxed under him, feeling his cock still hard and meaty inside her, she realised he hadn't come yet, and looked back over her shoulder at him, reassuring herself that he was OK. "Dylan, are you OK, baby, you didn't...what about you, baby, was there something else, darling?" she asked, concern in her voice. Dylan whispered in her ear "you said anything?" and she nodded. "Anything you want baby, however you want, my gift to you!" He backed his cock out of her, edging her thighs further apart with his knees, and slid his finger into her tight anus, making her gasp. He pumped his finger a few times, withdrawing it to slide it through the syrupy lubrication seeping from her pussy and then pushing it back inside her puckered little hole, working it around, Louise's eyes tight shut as she tried to relax against what she knew was coming. Dylan slid another finger into her now, pumping the two in and out, relaxing her ring as a precursor to what he wanted to do. "Are you ready for this, baby?" he whispered, Louise nodding, eyes now open, anticipation warring with apprehension. Dylan slid his cock into her pussy once again, covering himself with her lubrication anew, then withdrew and placed his cockhead at the entrance to her anus, and began to push forward slowly. Louise pulled her cheeks apart, stretching her anus open as far as she could, eyes opening wide and her breath coming in gasps as his fat cock pressed inexorably forward, slipping into her tight hole millimetre by millimetre, Dylan already feeling the extreme tightness and constriction around him as he slid further into her anus. All at once her ring seemed to relax, and he slid into her up to the hilt. "Oh God, Dylan, it hurts, Oooh! My fucking Christ, slowly, that hurts!" gasped Louise, her hand reaching behind her for him, Dylan leaning down to kiss her gently as her hand touched and caressed his face. He remained motionless until she stopped gasping, then slowly began to withdraw, making her cry out again. "Ooooh God, Dyl, slowly, please, be careful!" He continued slowly easing back, her cheeks hollowing as she blew her breath in and out, getting used to his girth in her tightest hole. When he pumped himself back in, the resistance was less, and Louise seemed to feel it less, just a sharp intake of breath this time, the way back in less constricted this time, and he was able to withdraw and pump in again more freely, his cock sliding easier into her, Louise murmuring and starting to push back against him. He slid his hands under her, fondling her breasts and caressing her hard little nipples, making her push back harder against him. He began to speed up, pumping his cock into her tight little bum hole as hard as he could, Louise bucking and humping under him as the feel of his cock inside her and the sheer erotic charge of such a depraved, taboo act began to act on her, her breath coming in gasps as her nipples tingled with his manipulation of them, her hand seeking out and rubbing herself, frigging her clitoris as she felt another climax building. She came with a muted scream of release, waves of orgasmic pleasure rippling through her, emanating from the cock buried deep in her arse and her convulsing cervix as she rubbed and petted her engorged clitoris. The sinewy flexing of her anal tube was too much for Dylan, the contractions in her vagina rippling in her rectum, separated by only a thin membrane, and as her shuddering cervix beat against his cock in the gloriously tight confines of her arse, he too climaxed, his cock swelling in the constricted space to what felt like impossible dimensions as he shot jet after jet of hot spunk deep into her tight velvety anus, groaning out loud in the extremity of his climax, her rippling rectal tube milking his cock of every drop of his creamy cock-milk. He slumped down on her, drained of all strength, tired beyond his ability to describe, utterly exhausted by his exertions and the emotional charge of reunion with his Louise, wanting now nothing more than to gather her into him and sleep, secure and at peace for the first time in weeks. +++ When he awoke, he was alone, but he could smell cooking, and his stomach rumbled as he remembered his last meal had been a pre-packed BLT somewhere over the Alps. He climbed out of bed and padded in his bare feet to the kitchen, Louise unaware of him as she stirred a pan of something that smelled delicious. She felt his stare on her, and turned, her beautiful smile breaking out as she took in the sight of him, stark naked in the kitchen. "Dinner will be about 15 minutes, OK, baby?" she smiled. "Smells delicious, what is it?" he grinned back "We're having Vietnamese pork, prawn and coconut curry, jasmine rice, and cucumber salad, and there's some dairy ice-cream in the freezer for dessert. If you want a shower, do it now, dinner should be ready by the time you're finished." After his shower, they sat down to dinner, the first properly cooked meal in weeks – army cooking is filling, but that's about all that can be said for it, and the smells from the kitchen while he showered had been driving him crazy. Dinner done, Louise asked him if there was anything he particularly wanted and the one thing he'd been dreaming about for weeks (apart from her, of course) popped into his head. "Lou, can we go to a good pub, I'm dying for a pint of Theakstones XB!" he grinned. Louise smiled back – with no pubs or alcohol in Iraq or Kuwait, his and every other squaddie's tongues must have been hanging out! "Of course, Dyl, there's a good pub about 5 minutes away, get dressed and we'll wander on down there!" They left home and climbed into the car, their gaze flicking over without really registering the nondescript black family saloon with tinted windows parked across the road or the vague figure inside with the compact video camera, or thought anything of it as the car pulled away from the kerb a little way behind them as they drove off. They walked into the saloon bar (most traditional pubs in England are split into the Saloon Bar and the Public Bar, the Saloon Bar usually has the seating booths and tables, the other one has the open bar counter and the dart boards etc.) and Louise took a seat while Dylan ordered drinks and took them back to the booth. "It's been a long time since I had one of these, Lou, thank you darlin'!" he grinned as he tipped his glass at her and took a long, blissful swallow, burping contentedly after his long pull on his beer. "God that went down right!" he grinned, sipping happily at his beer. Dylan was oblivious to the looks he was getting from some of the other girls in the bar, too engrossed in his beer and his study of Louise's features, but she could see the looks, and she smirked, that little smile that said. "You can look all you want, but he's leaving with me!" After a while, Dylan noticed. "What are you smiling at, babe?" he asked. "Thinking about what to do with you later, soldier-man!" she grinned back, and suddenly his beer seemed so much less important. Knocking it back, he asked Louise if she wanted another drink, and when she declined, they hustled outside, Dylan in a rush to get home. In their haste, neither of them noting the black saloon car parked across the road, the same car that had been parked outside the flat earlier that evening. As soon as they walked in the door, Dylan grabbed her, pulling her tight to him, kissing her wildly as she rubbed and undulated against him, grinding her pussy against his solid erection, his hands roaming over her buttocks, squeezing and moulding them, pulling them apart so he could slide his fingers into the warm cleft to massage her anal bud and rub against her tight little rosette. He spun her around, his hands going to her breasts, to squeeze and fondle them, tease and pull her nipples into hard points as she ground her buttocks against his cock bulging inside his jeans. "Dyl...bedroom...not here...!" she gasped, and he relinquished his hold on her firm breasts to allow her to lead him into their bedroom. As they entered the room, he spun her round again, sliding his hands up her skirt and hooking his fingers in the waistband of her tight little panties, and slid them down, enjoying the feel of the silky material slipping down her smooth thighs and past her shapely buttocks. Louise tugged at the waistband of his jeans, pulling his shirt up as he unzipped her skirt and tugged it down, leaving her naked from the waist down. Louise meanwhile had unbuttoned his jeans and was pushing them down, her lips never breaking contact with his as they stripped each other. Dylan pulled his shirt over his head and dropped it, standing before her in his shorts, his erection tenting the front, and her hands quickly moved to feel his size, his hardness, his readiness for her. Dylan helped her unbutton her blouse, and quickly unhooked her bra, pulling her to him so he could suck and nibble her protruding nipples, still hard from his manipulation of them. He kissed down her belly, Louise standing with her hands on his shoulders, head back and face flushed as he licked and kissed and teased down her body, dropping to his knees to dip his tongue-tip into the dimple of her navel, making her shiver, before kissing down to the little trimmed patch of golden-brown peach fuzz, finally sliding his tongue into the front of her slit, teasing her clitoris in its little hood. Louise gasped and thrust her mound into his face as he pulled her into him by her buttocks, his fingers curled into the shadowed recess of the cleft between the two shapely globes. Her scent surrounded him, strong and feminine, engaging with him and luring him in further, his tongue now probing along her slit as her labia swelled and opened under his tongue. He lapped at her with his flattened tongue and then poked his tongue tip inside her, drawing a quick intake of breath, before her sighs of pleasure resumed. Louise backed towards the bed, Dylan shuffling forward to keep contact with her, until she sat and then slumped back onto the bed, Dylan rising up on his knees to part her thighs and lick and suck her vulva, probing deeper with his tongue, licking at her now fully emerged clitoris, the little pearl slick and dewy with her secretions, and Louise jumping and quivering every time his tongue rubbed gently across it. Dylan licked from her clitoris to her little pink hole, strong, forceful laps at her vulva and anus, licking her juices as they ran and dripped over her crotch, tasting and sucking, licking and teasing. Louise began to come in short, pulses of pleasure, thrusting her vulva against his mouth as her orgasm built, each pulse taking her higher, until she was writhing in ecstasy, gasping as the waves of pleasure crashed through her, until, when he jammed his tongue into her anus again, she screamed as her climax bolted through her, shocking her down to her fingertips, her juices spraying out of her, coating his face and neck, the muscles in her neck corded as she spasmed, her back arching off the bed as the extreme pleasure rocketed through her. She opened her eyes to see him standing in front of her, fully naked, his erection held in one hand. She sat up, smiled and nodded, took hold of him and dipped her head down to slide her lips over the end of his fat cock, savouring the fresh taste of him as her head slowly bobbed back and forth, her tongue delighting him with its swirling motion over the sensitive glans, her hand pumping him in time to her sucking, while her other hand cupped and massaged his heavy balls, lightly scratching the underside of his scrotum as she sucked him. Dylan began an involuntary fucking motion, as though he would fuck her mouth, and Louise smiled as she sucked harder, her cheeks hollowing as she sucked and licked, her hand squeezing him, the pleasure mounting until, at last, as her tongue rubbed into the hole in the tip of his cock, he could hold back no longer, his cock swelling as he came with a heartfelt groan, holding her head as he shot long, satisfying spurts of his spunk into her mouth and down her throat, her throat working to swallow the quantity of semen he shot into her hot and willing mouth. At last his cock stopped convulsing, the stream of spunk dried up, and she licked the last of his ejaculate from the head of his cock and took him from her mouth. "Thank you Lou, that was amazing!" he panted, Louise hugging him around the waist and resting her head against his chest, hearing his thudding heart as his heartbeat started to slow down to normal. Dylan moved away from her embrace to climb onto the bed, pulling her to lie against him, his hands around her buttocks as he pulled her in close to kiss her deeply and tenderly. Louise smiled at him, running her fingers through hi short curly black hair. "I've got a full day tomorrow, Dyl, so I won't be back until about six, can you keep yourself amused until then? There's satellite TV now, so you can watch TV if you want, the freezer's full, or there's a chip shop round the corner. I'm sorry baby, but I have to be in class all day, but we'll do something special tomorrow night, OK?" Dylan just grinned. "Lou, all I want is for you to finish medical school, so however long you need to be away tomorrow is fine by me. Besides, we have to go and see Harry and Jane on Saturday, I'm trying not to think about that!" Louise looked indignant. "I know we should be grateful for them taking us in, and I am, but this is none of their business; when you said once that they were hardly family, you were right, and they have no right to judge us, so we listen to what they have to say, but if I don't like it, I'm leaving!" Dylan thought she'd never looked so appealing as right now, with her eyes flashing and her cheeks reddening, and the feel of her was maddening and arousing; he could feel himself getting hard again. Louise felt it too, grinning and grinding herself against hm. "Oooh Soldier-Boy, is that a gun in your pocket or are you just glad to see me?" she teased, wriggling and rubbing herself against his nearly fully-erect cock, Dylan pulling her closer by her shapely little bum cheeks, nibbling and nuzzling her neck, her chin, her lips, feeling her hard nipples poking into his chest as he squeezed and massaged her buttocks. He rolled onto his back, taking her with him, Louise pushing herself upright so she was sitting astride him. Dylan grinned and reached out to fondle and play with her breasts and nipples, twirling and pulling gently on the firm rubbery tips, making her gasp and giggle, and she reached behind herself, taking hold of his stiff fat cock and slowly sliding herself down on it, penetrating herself at her own pace. When he was buried in her to the hilt, she began a slow, undulating up and down motion, riding him in slow motion, grinding herself against him on the downstroke, rubbing her clitoris against the wiry mat of pubic hair at the base of his cock. Dylan began to pump up to meet her stroke, thrusting himself into her as she thrust herself down on him, the two of them in perfect synchronisation as they pumped and pummelled at each other. Louise came first, her orgasm hitting her like a wall, making her gasp and sob in release, slumping over onto him as her pussy pulsed and clenched around his girth, and he responded with a guttural groan at the muscular spasms massaging his cock, his cock spraying her inner recesses with the last of his sperm, the fourth time today, and the last, he was utterly drained now! Louise rolled off him to lie in the crook of his arm, kissing him gently. "Thank you Dylan my darling!" she whispered, sleep already trying to claim her, and the last thing she remembered was Dylan pulling the covers over both of them as she burrowed down against him. Saturday found the two of them heading up to North Wales to hear what Harry and Jane wanted to say to them regarding their relationship. Louise was feeling jittery, even though she was determined to face them down if need be. Dylan was more pragmatic. His attitude was that it was none of their business, he and Louise were going to see them because Harry had asked them to come, and they could say their piece, they were owed that much; if they started criticising him or his Louise, then they could shove their opinions up their arses. Soldier Doll Ch. 03 Thank you to everyone who helped me to put this together, who waited patiently for me to get up off my duff and do it, and were nice enough to say nice things about it (and criticise what they thought was wrong, or dull, or just not right!. This finishes Dylan and Louise's story, and I won't be visiting their world again. Dylan is an amalgam of both my big brothers, who both went off to war when I was younger and never came back, so Dylan got the happy ever after they should have, now I can leave it. For your interest, 'Men of Harlech' is possibly the most stirring call to battle I've ever heard, it brings me out in goosebumps every time I hear it; at the battle of Rorkes Drift in South Africa in 1879, B Company, the 24th Regiment of Foot, 150 men, sang this song while successfully holding off 4,000 zulu warriors in multiple attacks over 2 days before being relieved. Every Welshman worth his salt knows this song... As before, I caution you, this is not the real world, it's my world, so only bits here and there will match reality, or maybe in lots of places, but it's still just storyland, not 9 to 5, Monday to Friday land. If you like it, please rate it, if you didn't, please tell me why. BB1958 ____________________________ Louise sat down in the cafeteria with a sigh of relief; her rotation was over, she could look forward to a whole 7 days of sleeping late, slobbing around, and ambushing Dylan as soon as he got back later today or tomorrow; definitely her favourite pastime! She was currently seconded from the company medical facility to the Cardio-vascular unit in the hospital in Jeddah at the request of the client, who needed a competent cardio surgeon, and the company, ever mindful of their need to keep the client sweet, had promptly loaned her out to the hospital so they could advertise their competence in bypass surgery. She drank her coffee appreciatively; whatever else was wrong with this place, they made the best coffee in the world, that was for sure. She stretched and groaned, her beautiful face drawn and tired, her glorious bronze hair lank and tired-looking; four CABG's in a row, she felt like her legs were going to fall off after eleven hours straight in the OR. If only these people would eat healthily, she mused, instead of wolfing down salt-laden processed food, burgers, grease-soaked stodgy pizza's, lamb apparently basted in its own cholesterol, and sugar in crippling amounts, every single one of them eating themselves into an early grave. Two of the grafts she'd done had been bypassing Coronary Arteries she could barely manoeuvre out of the way, they were so stiffly congested and distended. Every one of the cases she had come to so far had done this to themselves, she should have specialised in Ortho, at least she wouldn't spend all day grubbing around inside rich fat slobs who'd opted for the 'death by burger' route to end their lives early. Doing this day after day had given her a definite interest in the vegetarian option... Two hands slipped over her eyes, and a voice whispered hoarsely in her ear "Hello little girl, anyone ever tell you, you've got really nice tits?" She reached behind her and slapped Dylan's leg, before pulling him down to kiss him soundly. "I golli chi! Pan wnaethoch chi ddod yn ôl? (I missed you! When did you get back?) she whispered, enjoying the feel of his arms around her again after almost three months on deployment in Warri, in Nigeria, beefing-up the security arrangements for oil operations in the Niger Delta region. "I got in several hours ago, you were in the OR, so I caught-up on paperwork, did some drugs, picked up some pretty boys...!" She slapped him again, and pulled him in again for another kiss, uncaring that the other doctors and nurses looked on disapprovingly; she was fed up with this place, and its ridiculous taboos, and restrictions on women, and the smug, 'thank you Allah for making me a man' attitude of every single local male doctor, nurse, orderly, market trader and donkey-drover. She was fed up with being marginalised and talked-down to by male nurses and orderlies; she was the cardio-thoracic surgeon, the one actually doing the life-saving here, but she still had to ask permission of the male nurse in the OR to remove her hijab to put on a scrub-hat, and that had finally driven her to think "What the fuck, I don't need this medieval shit, I want to go home; I'm done!" hence her indifference to the stares and glares of the locals when she kissed her husband in public. "Drugs? I don't believe you for one second. Pretty boys, now...!" she grinned, and Dylan grinned back, gently pinching her leg as he nibbled her neck. "Come on Lou, I've been gone three months, even the riggers were starting to look cute, I want to play!" he whispered in her ear, making her flush and smile happily; he may have been a seasoned anti-terrorism 'consultant', and an ex-combat soldier, one of the SAS elite, but she was so glad he was also, at heart, a horny teenager with an endlessly inventive mind and absolutely no inhibitions... Taking her hand, he led her away, dismissing the frowns and disapproving looks with a challenging, "fuck you" grin as he openly adjusted his crotch a la Michael Jackson, making the women gasp in outrage and hurriedly look away. They took the lift down to the lower parking garage, where Dylan had parked his company-issue armoured Toyota Land-Cruiser, and opened the door to let her climb in. As he handed her in, he changed his mind and pulled her back out and held her up, kissing her as hard as he dared, his arms tightly locked around her waist. Louise hung there kissing him for a second or two, alternating between need for the taste of her man, and laughing and giggling at her predicament, suspended in mid-air while he kissed her crazily. While they were thus engaged, there was a sudden shout in Arabic, and a security guard appeared, obviously offended and angry at this public display of affection in a deserted parking garage. Dylan winked at Louise and put her down, and turned to face the skinny man weighed down with the enormous pistol strapped to his leg, amusedly assessing the angry look and wondering how best to brush him off. The guard started shouting about 'Western sluts' in Arabic, clearly furious that Dylan and Louise had indulged in public affection, a heinous crime in local eyes, while Dylan stood with his arms folded, a small, sardonic smile playing around his lips. The little man stopped to take a breath, and Dylan smiled as insultingly as he could and said softly "Have you finished? Good, now piss off!" in Arabic. The man goggled, his face darkening as started to tug his pistol out of the holster. It was a Browning Hi-Power, and judging by the state of it, it was from the 1940's or 50's, which was probably the last time it had been given a thorough clean. It looked huge in his small hand, and he struggled to tug the 2lb pistol out. Dylan grinned and stepped closer, grabbing his hand and yanking the pistol away from him, slapping him across the face and sending him sprawling on the ground as he lifted the pistol. Dylan grinned mirthlessly, and leaned down to speak to him. "You were going to shoot me for telling you to go away? That was foolish, and now I have your gun. You should pray to Allah and unburden yourself of your sins now before I send you to join him!" he told him in Arabic, watching his expression as the rage and shame at being slapped in front of a woman changed to terror as he realised his predicament. Dylan slipped the magazine out of the butt, and worked the slide to eject any live rounds that may have been in the breech. One round sprang out and tinkled on the concrete. Dylan looked at him in astonishment. "You walk around with a live round in the breech and the safety off? Perhaps if it had gone off and blown your balls off it would have taught you a valuable lesson! How will you explain to your prophet that you mutilated yourself through your own stupidity, and how will you pleasure your 72 houri's in Paradise when you arrive there with no dick?" The guard stared at the floor, trembling in abject terror; he'd tried to frighten a man who didn't frighten, and he was going to pay with his life. "Stand up, you!" ordered Dylan as he threw the pistol over the guard rail into the shrubbery four floors below, pumped all the rounds out of the magazine and threw them over as well, and kicked the magazine as far along the floor as he could, out of sight under one of the other cars parked there. "You slapped me!" whined the guard, and Dylan glanced at him, shutting him up again. "I slapped you because you are not enough of a man for me to kill you like one. You insulted my wife, and you attempted to kill me. That gives me the right to kill you, in any way I choose, you foolish man. Now you will beg her forgiveness properly, or I will take you into the desert, and I will come back alone. Do you understand?" The man nodded rapidly, and turned to Louise, his eyes averted. "Ana asefa, hal ta'gh'fireeni!" (I am sorry, please forgive me!) he whined, trembling, his eyes downcast. Louise looked away from him and said "Rooh, rooh!" (Go away!), contemptuously flicking her hand at him in a gesture of dismissal, and watched as he scuttled away, trying to find where his weapon had gone. Dylan climbed in the Landcruiser and backed out of the space, giving the hapless guard a beep as they drove past him. He looked at Louise and murmured "I've had enough of this fucking place, God, it's a shit-hole...!" "Dyl, what happens if he tells someone what happened just now?" asked Louise, and Dylan grinned. "He won't; he got slapped in front of a woman and had to beg her for his life; plus, he's never going to find all those rounds; when he came on duty they would have made him sign for the rounds in the magazine, and they'll count them when he goes off-duty. When they find there's a shortage they're going to assume he gave it to an accomplice to commit a crime, and this time tomorrow he's gonna be face down on a mattress in a police cell while a big sergeant "questions" him thoroughly!" "How do you know he'll come up short?" asked Louise, trying not to grin, her laughter pealing out when he grinned and showed her one of the rounds concealed in his hand. "But supposing he does report us?" she persisted, and Dylan grinned hugely. "Baby-Girl, our friend has bigger problems than reporting me for giving him a bitch-slap; I think I can state with no fear of contradiction that becoming anal-retentive is something he'll never have to worry about!" Louise had been turning over what he'd said earlier, and decided to ask him outright. "Dyl, if I said I was done with this place too, that I wanted to go home, what would you say?" Dylan smiled and reached over the gear stick to pull her a little closer. "Funny you should say that..." ++++ When they got back to the compound, Mike Bruce was waiting for them, a big grin on his face. "Louise, I see our man of the moment has his priorities in order, come and see me when you've relaxed a little, both of you, and, uh...take your time, it's been three months!" Louise blushed scarlet as she realised he was talking about...her and Dylan...!" "Oh God, Dyl, does everyone know what we're going to do?" she whispered, and Dylan grinned back. "Darling wife of mine, I've been away three months, in the hottest, sweatiest, grimmest shit-hole this planet has to offer, fending off Islamist loonies, local thieves, government crooks, wannabe pirates, hijackers, slavers, drug-dealers, gun-runners, and various assorted local scumbags, trash and 'freedom fighters', setting up guard positions, pipeline inspection and protection teams, long hours and no you, so yeah, everyone here's got a pretty good idea; you're the only company wife who works here, on the Cute Wife scale of one to ten you're about 47, and they're all big, butch, horny, hairy guys, so no, they're not going to believe for one instant we're spending our first night together in three months playing Yahtzee!" Louise laughed, feeling relieved that his sense of humour was still as fresh and cheerfully vulgar as when he was a schoolboy. Seven years out here hadn't changed him in the slightest, and she was profoundly grateful for that; this place had a habit of chewing up fresh-meat, the new blokes who came in positive they could do the job, and she'd seen them crumble as the reality relentlessly wore them down; long hours, no family, none of the amenities they were used to in their home countries, just about everything they took for granted at home either not available or strictly illegal. The turnover rate was astronomical, fully 85% of new intake were gone within the year, unable to stand the constant heat and ever-present dust, the lack of social life, the 24/7 lifestyle, lack of amenities, and lack of women, just work, work, and more work. Dylan thrived under these conditions; it was like his whole life had been optimizing him for just this role, and he'd been here seven years now, longer than almost anyone; only the core team had been here longer, and he was now a de-facto member of that core team, one of the elite amongst the cadre of specialists the company employed to keep the oil flowing at all costs. Dylan and his team worked long, hard hours, earned spectacular amounts of money, and came home to salt it away for the day when the fun had to stop. Today was the first time she'd ever heard him express a negative emotion about the job or this place, but she guessed he'd started picking up that vibe from her, that she didn't want to remain shut-away here forever in this sweltering isolated corner of the world. As they walked in the door of their apartment, Dylan kicked the door shut and slid his hands up inside her scrubs top, making her shriek and giggle as he cupped her firm, tea-cup breasts, her nipples hardening instantly into two stiff points. "Hello girls, I missed you!" he murmured into her neck as Louise reached behind to hold his neck, pushing her bum back against the prominent bulge she could feel in his CS95 trousers and grinding him into the cleft between her cheeks. Dylan responded by pulling her hard against him, rubbing his bulging cock against her; she in turn sighed and murmured into his ear as he bit and nibbled her neck. "Oh yes, Dyl, oh yes, do that, oh, that's nice, do it again!" she whispered as he rubbed and rolled and squeezed her nipples, making waves of pleasure ripple through her, finally beaching in her pussy, her labia becoming tender and moist as they began to swell from the manipulation of her sensitive nipples. Now he slid his hand down into the waistband of the blue scrubs pants, running his finger momentarily over the smooth cotton of her taut panties, before sliding his hand inside them, and giving a short, "Ooh!" as his fingers encountered only smooth bare skin where he'd expected to find her silky pubic hair. "You shaved, that's nice, was it for me?" he murmured, nibbling her ear and making her giggle. "You wish! It's for the Pool Boy, it's his favourite look...!" she teased, and Dylan nibbled harder and slid a finger between her lips, making her gasp as he rubbed lightly against her clitoris, sudden pleasurable sensation shooting through her and making her sag against him as her knees buckled. Dylan spun her round and slid his hands down the back of her scrubs and into her panties, to cup and squeeze her taut cheeks as he pulled her close, kissing her properly for the first time as his fingers lightly rubbed and massaged her tight little rosebud. Her hands clasped his head tightly as she kissed him back with three months pent-up need. He began sliding her scrubs down, but she wriggled out of his grasp. "No Dyl, I need a shower, really, I've been knee-deep in chest cavities all day, I reek of Hibiscrub, antiseptic, and innards, and my hair is starting to move by itself, I feel all yuk, give me 10 minutes, OK?" Dylan grinned and nodded and kissed her again, noticing for the first time a certain...medical...component to her usual scent of shower soap and shampoo. "You're right Lou, you do seem a little aromatic! 10 minutes, then I'm dragging you out, finished or not! I have needs, wench!" Louise grabbed and squeezed his balls lightly, making him gasp as she grinned minxily. "You're all talk; in ten minutes you better have a big present for me or I'm hauling the Pool-Boy in here!" Well before the 10 minutes was up, Louise was out, towelled-off and sitting on the bed drying her hair, while Dylan lay back under the covers, watching her closely. Suddenly he reached over, took the dryer from her and grinned. "Okay, that'll do, you're dry enough for me!" So saying, he slid her back to him, Louise rolling over so she was facing him, looking searchingly into his eyes and examining his face carefully. So far, there were no stress indicators, no tightening of the facial muscles that indicated long-term stress or exhaustion; he really seemed to be the same Dylan, and she felt a wave of relief roll over her. He wasn't suffering from the kind of shell-shock she'd seen so many of the newbie's succumb to, the job hadn't gotten to him yet, and there was no sign of the mythical '1,000 yard stare' she'd heard so much about but had never seen. Dylan was still just Dylan, happy, cheerful, horny, devil-may-care, and still hers. His eye looked relatively normal now, his habitual squint gone now that the ocular implant was doing so much to correct his blurred and dimmed vision, so much so that he didn't need or wear the eye-patch anymore. However, Dylan now suffered from Nyactalopia, Night Blindness, an unavoidable side-effect of the ocular implant surgery to increase the refractive capability of his damaged retina in normal light. Louise dosed him regularly with Vitamin A to boost his Rhodopsin levels, but it was no cure, just a stop-gap. Dylan was just happy he didn't have to wear that ridiculous, sinister-looking eye-patch any more, even though Louise thought that, with the eye patch and the network of thread-like white scars on his left cheek that stood out clearly against his tanned face, he looked buccaneering, battle-scarred and romantic. Still, the red line across the white of his left eye, and the tendency for his ocular implant to reflect light like a cat's eyes at night was sufficiently intimidating for would be troublemakers to back down when he looked directly at them. His hands slid down her back, to clasp her bottom tightly and pull the cheeks apart, making her gasp and giggle, while the same devilment she'd always seen danced happily in his eyes; she knew that of old, it meant he was up to something, usually something that made her sweaty, breathless, and hot! Dylan rolled onto his back, pulling her with him so she was now lying on him, her knees on either side of his torso, and his solid erection trapped between the two of them. Louise grinned and gently rolled from side to side, massaging his cock, making him gasp and groan softly. Dylan lifted his head, and Louise dipped down, their lips meeting as his hands roamed over her taut bum, squeezing and pulling the cheeks apart, sliding his fingers along her swelling labia, and rubbing her tender rosebud with the side of his thumb. Grinning happily, Louise lifted up to take hold of his cock, rubbing it along the dampness seeping from her slit, before slowly sliding herself down on him. Dylan gasped as her damp heat enveloped him, her pussy tight and delightful, and he had to seriously damp himself down to not come immediately as the sensations in his cock threatened to overwhelm him. Louise also gasped as he stretched her open again, three months of need finally being satisfied as his solid seven inches of thick cock invaded her hot tightness. Soldier Doll Ch. 03 Dylan arched his back as he drove slowly into her, finally bottoming-out, listening to her gasp in pleasure as he bored into her depths. She reared up, her hands on his midriff, and began to slide herself up and down on him, grinding her clitoris into him as she pumped, bringing herself on. Almost immediately those old feelings began to race and shudder through her; three months was a long time, and she'd been thinking about this moment for a long time now. As she thought of how he was pleasuring her, the first feather touches of orgasm began to make themselves felt, her nerve endings beginning to thrill and sing, and as she pumped, they built into an unstoppable wave crashing through her. Louise threw her head back as the most powerful orgasm she'd ever experienced ripped through her, electricity blasting out of every nerve ending, her eyesight blurring and her ears popping with the force of it. She shuddered and quaked on top of Dylan, her hands clenched tightly in his as she screamed in release, her vagina clamping down on him like a vice as she rode the waves of intense, shuddering pleasure as they surged through her again and again. At last the searing pleasure gave way to aftershocks quivering in her, and she slumped forward, her hair a sweet-smelling net over Dylan's face as she leaned over him, only willpower holding her upright as her chest heaved from the force and speed of her orgasm. Dylan leaned up and nipped her nipples between his teeth, making her gasp, then pulled her down to lie on top of him, her heart thudding against his chest. Eventually her breathing slowed, as did her heartbeat, and she raised herself up on her elbows to smile down on him. "Fy duw a oedd yn dda!" (God, that was good!) she grinned, dipping down to catch his bottom lip between her teeth. Dylan responded by sliding his hands down to cup her taut, silky backside, his finger brushing her rosebud and making her start and quiver. "I bet i yn gwybod beth rydych ei eisiau nawr!" I bet I know what you want now!) she grinned, nibbling his lip some more as his fingers continued to circle and gently prod her tight pucker. Dylan rolled over again, now Louise was under him, and he rested with his weight on his elbows, sliding his forearms under her back to push her nipples up invitingly. Dylan took one nipple in his mouth, gently scraping the erect nub with his teeth, drawing a gasp and a wriggle from Louise as the sensation rocketed round her system. She involuntarily clamped her pussy around his still bone-hard cock, making him gasp as well, and they continued for a while, Dylan nibbling, sucking and chewing gently on her solidly erect nipples, maintaining her state of arousal as evidenced by the rippling of her pussy as she clasped him tightly. At last she pushed him away, to sit up and take a tube of gel lubricant from the night stand and hand it to him with a sly grin. "Gwneud hyn i mi, neu a fydd i gael y Bachgen Pwll? (Do this for me, or shall I get the Pool Boy?) Dylan grinned, and pressed a good smear of the cold stuff on his fingertip, then slowly and gently rubbed it around her tight hole, then taking some more and pushing it up inside her, Louise gasping at the sensation. Dylan slid one finger into her, followed by another, loosening her up for what was coming. At last, she decided that enough was enough. "Come on, big boy, do things to me, make me howl!" she grinned, lying back and pulling her knees up to her chest. Dylan looked down at her anus, gaping open for him, and hurriedly smeared a last finger of lubricant over the head of his cock, before shuffling forward to push against the tight ring of her anus. Slowly he slid in, Louise gasping with the feeling of his thick cock sliding into her tight little anus, then suddenly the head popped past the ring, which clamped down on his shaft. Louise gave a yelp and lay back, gasping. "Yn araf, gariad, mewn gwirionedd yn araf, os gwelwch yn dda!" (Slowly, sweetheart, really slowly, please!) she muttered, Dylan easing back and waiting for her signal when she was ready for more. Louise nodded, and he began sliding in slowly, watching her closely, until he was buried to the hilt in her tightly clasping rectum, his cock twitching as he fought the urge to just plunge in and out of her like a wild man. As he began to slide back out, her eyes slammed open. "Oh God, yes, like that Dyl, oh yesss, Christ I missed this, oh that's so good!" she groaned, pushing herself back against him, raising up to meet his thrusts as he plunged back into her. Back and forth they went, Dylan speeding up as his need to orgasm began to grow, Louise pumping back against him, lost in the feel of this raw, primitive sex she'd missed so much for so long, enjoying the feel of her man inside her where he belonged, her husband, her brother, her only lover. Dylan came explosively, his cock swelling to wedge inside the suddenly too-tight confines of her rectum, filling her completely as the hot spunk blasted out of him, painting her bowels with his thick, creamy sperm. Three months of pent-up need exploded inside the woman he loved, his younger sister, now his wife, and the one woman in the world who meant everything to him. He seemed to have an inexhaustible supply of sperm, pulse after pulse bulleting out of him, as though he was somehow filling her with himself, giving her his seed as his symbol of his overwhelming love for her. His orgasm triggered her own, and Louise screamed in release as another powerful, mind-shattering orgasm pulsed and crashed through her, the nearness of her man and the feel of his seed in her body exciting her like nothing else ever could, and pulling pleasure out of her like she could never imagine. At last Dylan finished ejaculating, his muscles strained and trembling from the exertion and sheer physical, mental, and emotional overload he was experiencing from being once again united with his sister-bride, their two years of marriage feeling like two weeks. Coming home to her always felt like the start of the honeymoon. Dylan adored his wife, and loved her with a depth and passion he would find impossible to explain or understand; all he knew was that Louise felt the same about him, and that knowledge excited and inspired him like nothing else could, igniting sexual fires that leaped hot and all-consuming in both of them. With a groan, he slumped down, his shrinking penis slowly sliding from her, Louise gasping as even that made mini-orgasms chase through her, making her heart hammer and her chest heave anew as she fought for breath. When she finally caught her breath, she turned to see Dylan smiling gently at her. She reached out to touch his face as he did the same to her, making them both smile; they were still so in tune with each other that they both felt the same things at the same time. Dylan grinned as he traced the line of her jaw, touching her chin and gently touching her lips before sweeping her hair out of her eyes and pulling her closer. "Dylan, if I ask you something, will you promise to think about it, and not think me selfish?" she asked him apprehensively, her bottom lip quivering slightly. "Whatever you want to ask, you know I'll always listen to you, gariad!" he smiled. She took a deep breath. "Dyl, I want us to go home; not a holiday, permanently. I want to walk barefoot on freshly-cut grass and smell it as I walk, I want to get lost with you in the corn maze at Llangollen, and attend Eisteddfod and listen to the harpists and bards. I want to travel in a narrow-boat over the Pontcysyllte Aqueduct, I want to see the lake at Bala, and I want to picnic at Virnwy and watch the windsurfers on the lake. I want to buy dressed crab straight off the fishing boats in Barmouth, and see the snow on Caer Caradoc, and eat Lava Bread and Bara Brith on Christmas morning. I want to watch Cardiff Met play Bangor at Cardiff Arms Park on New Year's Day and sing 'Men of Harlech' and 'Land Of Our Fathers' with everyone else before the match starts, I want to make babies with you, in Wales, like we talked about, and stay there and watch them grow up in their own country, and listen to them speak Cymraeg with their friends. Take me home, gariad, please..." Dylan saw the tears in her eyes, heard the longing in her voice, and knew that it wasn't just homesickness; Louise had had enough; she needed the rolling hills, blue seas and ancient white beaches of Ceredigion and Cardigan Bay, the upland meadows of Bala dotted with white sheep, the steep, lonely, green hills and soughing woodlands of Merioneth, the fairyland grottoes of the frozen cascades of Betwys-Y-Coed in the dead of winter, the stark black and white peaks of Yr Wyddfa, Mount Snowdon, on a crisp winter morning, potent, haunting symbols and memories of her homeland. As he thought of these things, a powerful wave of homesickness washed through him as well, and he knew he needed these things too. It was time to go home. "No, baby, you're not being selfish. I want to go home too. I think I've done enough here, and today was pretty much the last straw; when I told that little dick I'd take him into the desert and kill him, right then I meant it; that's a bad state of mind for a place like this, so I think it's time to go. I've got nearly $700,000 saved up from seven years of not actually spending any of my salary, plus there's what you've got stashed away from your job, so I think we've got enough to tide us over until we find jobs in Britain. I think we need to go, and soon." Louise looked at him, her eyes wide, brimming with unshed tears as she thought of the home of her childhood, shopping in Newtown and Aberystwyth, summer holidays in Abersoch, and Pwllheli, and Traeth Morfa Bychan, Black Rock Sands, on the Llŷn Peninsula when dad had still been alive, walking the ancient tracks of Offa's Dyke, exploring the hidden glens and passes of the Brecon Beacons, and looking in awe and wonder at the great castles of Harlech, Criccieth, Conwy, Builth Wells and Beaumaris, and the magnificent Caernarfon on its hilltop, guarding the Menai Straits. Dylan held her close, his own emotional state suddenly almost as fragile as hers, the ache for home almost overpowering him. The wave of homesickness caught him off-guard. He'd never felt strongly about any place they'd lived, but now Wales and the Llŷn Peninsula was calling to him; it was home, and it was calling him back. "Let's do it, Lou, let's go home now!" he grinned, barely able to hold back tears himself. Louise reared up over him to look deep into his eyes, seeing the truth there, and then the tears spilled from her as she gave in to her emotions, the wave of homesickness overwhelming her, stripping the aloof professional surgeon away and leaving just a homesick girl behind. Dylan pulled her close as she cried, soothing her with soft words about their childhood in Rhayader in the Elan valley, on the banks of the River Wye. He reminded her of their school days, the friends they'd shared, and then moving to Capel Bangor in Ceredigion, West Wales, after the news about their father. Louise listened in wonder, amazed that he'd remembered so much, he'd seemed so disinterested as a boy, but now she knew just how much of his home he remembered, and how clearly, and now how much he missed it too. When her tears abated, Dylan sat up in the bed, urging Louise up to join him. "I suppose I'd better tell Mike and get this over with, and you need to hand in your notice, too!" Louise grinned up at him. "We're really going to do this, then?" Dylan grinned his familiar devil-may-care grin. "Fuck yes, I'm done with this place, with these people, fuck 'em all!" As Louise stretched and smiled, her small, high breasts danced in front of him, and without thinking, Dylan leaned forward to suck a nipple into his mouth, making her giggle and gasp. "Don't start anything you can't finish, Soldier-Boy!" she smiled, thrusting out her breasts even further, tempting and teasing him. Dylan took the bait, his hands sliding around her waist to pull her closer and onto his lap, where she straddled him. "So what's next, Action Hero, are you going to show me some of the good stuff?" she taunted him, her eyes challenging and her smile inviting. Dylan pulled her closer still, her bare pussy lips sliding over his rapidly hardening cock, making her jump and quiver as his hands slid down to cup and squeeze her tight, firm cheeks. His lips and teeth played with her nipples, making her gasp and sigh as he licked, sucked and nibbled them into hard little bullets of flesh. Louise smiled as she sighed, knowing how horny and ready he was to indulge in a little contact-sport, and she encouraged him a little by sliding her damp labia over his solidifying cock. Now she leaned forward to lightly nip his bottom lip as she rose up, allowing his cock to spring upright. She took hold of him, and with a satisfied grin, slid down onto his straining member, her eyes glazing as she slid him into her moist anus, feeling him stretch her as she slowly took him into herself again. Dylan pulled her cheeks apart, stretching her tightness open to ease his entry into her, the thrill of fucking her like this always new and exciting. Louise was gasping and hissing now, muttering to herself as she accommodated his girth again in her tightest hole. "Oh yes, Dyl, yesss, like that, God I've missed this, yesss Dylan, all of it, oh yess...!" she murmured, until he was completely seated in her, his cock feeling like it was being squeezed tightly by a firm hand in a hot velvet glove. The sensation intensified as Louise began to slide up and down on him, pleasuring herself by rubbing her swollen clit against his lower belly as her anus pulsed and squeezed around his firmly embedded cock. Neither one of them could hold it for long in this position, which is why it was their favourite; the release was always shattering, the feel of her tight rectum milking his cock absolutely out of this world. So it proved now; Louise began to breathe faster, her neck and throat flushing as her climax built, and that feeling of tightness and fullness in the root of his cock telling Dylan that it would be soon now. Louise pumped faster and harder against him now, her clit dragging against his lower belly, slicking him with her juices. The friction sent waves of pleasure radiating through her body, making her nipples tingle as her juices poured from her over-stimulated pussy. She came with a guttural moaning cry, pleasure washing over her as she climaxed again and again. Dylan clenched his teeth against his own moan of pleasure, his head thrown back as his cock swelled and pumped stream after stream of hot spunk endlessly into her tight hot rectum. His swollen cock jammed tight in her as he sprayed his sperm into her bowels, the feeling intensifying her own orgasm, and Louise screamed as her orgasm peaked into a lightning bolt of pure pleasure spiking through her and driving all thought or rationality from her; all that remained was sensation; heat, wet, slippery friction, and the feel of Dylan pouring himself into her. Louise slumped down as her orgasm peaked and then died away, senses gradually reeling back into her as 'the little death' receded and her man and their love for each other came back into focus. "God, that was amazing!" she panted, her grin all Dylan needed to know she was back in the land of the living. "Every time with you is amazing, gariad!" he smiled, holding her close against him as their hearts drummed together. Louise finally stirred, pushing herself upright to look searchingly into his eyes. "Are you sure about going home, Soldier Boy?" she asked, "Is this really what you want, or are you just agreeing because of me? I know how you love this job; I don't want you to ditch it just because of me, I'd never forgive myself!" Dylan pulled her close to him, his fingers caressing her hair as he collected his thoughts. "What I said earlier was true, baby-girl; I wanted to kill that little prick, for something so trivial, so fucking pointless; he was no threat, and I was all ramped-up to beat him to death. More than anything, that tells me we should go, now, before I turn into one of those kill-crazy loonies Mike despises so much. We have to go home, before you go mad and I go fucking berserk!" Louise slipped her arms around his waist, pulling herself closer to him, enjoying the feel of his voice rumbling in his chest, the slow, steady beat of his heart, strong and powerful, and the warmth of his body as he held her close. Dylan kissed the top of her head, making her look up enquiringly at him. "What say we go and tell Mike, eh? Let's get this over with and get ready to shove off from this God-forsaken shit-hole!" he grinned, and Louise grinned happily, her thoughts already beginning to focus on where they'd live and what jobs they could find. There was really no big rush; Dylan had almost $700,000 saved up, and she had nearly as much from her job here, so money wasn't going to be a problem for a while, it really all just boiled down to where they wanted to live. As she thought of home, the need to see the Llŷn Peninsula once again swelled through her, and she realised that was where she wanted to live; in sight and easy reach of the sea. Louise settled back against him, nestling against the soft black hair of his chest, enjoying the feel of the warm silky thatch with just a hint of brittle wiriness covering his chest and trailing down his stomach. As she'd done so often in the past, and never ceased to enjoy, she started twirling her fingers through the mat of jet-black hair beginning to cloak his upper chest, a dead giveaway of his Welsh heritage, savouring the feel of the long slightly stiff hairs against her sensitive fingertips. The sensation awakened memory after memory of him, the past segueing into the present as she stroked and caressed the man who meant more than the whole world to her, her big brother no more, her husband now and forever. Thinking thoughts like these, and revelling in her love for and memories of him, Louise fell fast asleep, nestled securely in her husband's arms. Dylan let her doze, enjoying the feel of her, her warmth, and her fresh clean smell, that scent that always drove him crazy. He began to slip away too, and his head gradually nodded forward, to join her in dreams of home, of each other, and their life together. The sound of his mobile phone beeping finally woke Dylan, blurrily dragging him back to reality. He picked up the handset and saw Mike Bruce's name as he pressed the 'Answer' button. "Dylan, are you in a fit state to talk now? " Dylan grinned at the hint of innuendo in Mike's voice. "I am now; give me twenty minutes. Louise and I need to talk to you as well!" Mike rang off, and Louise stirred, the sound of Dylan's voice piercing her sleep. "Come on, little girl, time to put your boots and socks on, and buckle-on your big-girl panties; Mike wants to see us, and we have something to tell him!" A little under twenty minutes later, freshly showered and refreshed, Dylan and Louise were sitting with Mike in the comfortable sitting room that doubled as his office and unofficial social centre for the core team members. After the amenities were over, Mike got down to the reason he'd asked them to come and see him. "Dylan, I know this is short notice, but I really need you to go to Brunei and review their whole operational security strategy out there; there have been incursions from across the border, mostly tribesmen from some of the more superstitious PNG tribes, but they're causing more trouble than they're worth, and the client wants a robust strategy in place to mitigate the effect these head-hunters and cannibals are having on the local drilling and pipeline teams; they need you to go out there and show them how it's done. Two gas platforms are already out of action because the teams there are too scared of having their heads cut off in the middle of the night. The client won't tolerate their loss much longer, or any further platforms out of commission, so we need to decide what kind of operation to mount to scare off these primitives permanently, with the main priority being a plan showing us what we need to do to get those two downed platforms back into production." Soldier Doll Ch. 03 Dylan looked pained. "Mike, the reason we came...!" But Mike cut him short. "I know why you're here, and Louise, and it should be no problem, I just need your brain for another three weeks, that's all I'm asking. And speaking of three weeks, I need to ask you a favour too, Louise." Louise and Dylan looked at each other, then back at Mike, who grinned apologetically. "Louise, I need to ask you a very big favour; a very good friend of mine has asked for the loan of a good surgeon; he has a replacement on the way, but he has a three-week gap that he needs to fill, so I said I'd ask you. You don't have to say yes, it's a huge ask, I know, and I can't force you, but I will ask you to help out another doctor in urgent need." Louise looked sideways at him. "Just where exactly is this friend of yours located?" she asked suspiciously. Mike gave a wry grin, appreciating her caution. "He's based at Camp Bastion...in Afghanistan...!" "NO!" No fucking way, I am not letting my wife...!" burst out Dylan, looking hard at Mike, who kept on watching Louise throughout Dylan's outburst. Louise looked thoughtful. "If I say yes, you'll guarantee three weeks then out, right?" and Mike nodded emphatically. "Three weeks then out, replacements or not; you're helping to plug a gap, not signing-on for the duration, I guarantee it. As a little added insurance, I'm sending a couple of the boys along to act as unofficial bodyguards; they'll see you come to no harm." "Who are you sending?" interrupted Dylan. Mike grinned. "I was thinking Tibor Kovacs and Pip Collins, a Spetznatz and an SAS sergeant; no-one is going to mess with Louise with those two hulking specimens shadowing her every step!" Dylan was slightly mollified. "They're good guys, and Louise likes them; OK, but I still don't like it; three weeks only, and if I come back from Brunei and she's not here to meet me, there'll be hell to pay, and I mean that most sincerely!" Mike looked him in the eyes, all too aware of just what kind of 'hell' Dylan Lewis was capable of unleashing. "I promise you, Dylan, if they try any funny stuff or pull any strokes to keep her there even one minute longer than twenty-one days, I'll personally go and get her myself, if I have to take all the boys with me to do it! Tibor and Pip will watch her like hawks, if anyone tries anything with her, they're going to discover what happens when you rile up a Spetznatz and a Welshman with a short fuse!" Dylan leaned back in his seat, his arm going around Louise. "When does this happen, Mike?" "Tomorrow morning!" he said, to gasps from both Dylan and Louise. Dylan leaned forward, his eyes fixed on Mike's face. "No, impossible, no way, I just got back after three months, I've earned more than just a 24-hour furlough before being shunted out again. It's not gonna happen!" Mike grinned wryly. "I knew you'd say that! Really, though, I wouldn't ask except you're the best at this kind of operation, you have a feel for it that none of the other guys seem to possess, and I trust you to do it right. No-one else here is up to it, otherwise I'd be asking them, not breaking up your reunion. The best I can do is offer you double your usual in-country rate, and give you an additional one week double rate on top as a bonus on completion. That's nearly $50,000 for three weeks work. I'm sorry Dylan, but I really need your boots on the ground out there, if anyone else would do, I'd send them, but you're the only one I trust for something like this..." Dylan squirmed uncomfortably; he didn't like making Mike beg; he owed him too much, but still... Louise nudged him, and pulled his head down so she could whisper in his ear. "Go ahead, gariad; I can wait another three weeks! I'm needed out in Helmand, it's for the mob, your mob, they need doctors, perhaps I can make a difference, and God knows, at least I'll be away from constantly doing bypass surgery on fat bastards! Besides, I'll have Tibor and Pip with me; if they ever want to taste any of my Spiced Bread Pudding again, they'll look out for me!" Dylan looked her steadily in the eyes. "If you're sure..." he whispered back, and nodded back at her affirmative nod. "Okay Mike, it's a deal. Three weeks, then I'm hopping a flight, and Lou's here to meet me. Which brings me to the reason we wanted to see you...?" Mike held up his hand. "Way ahead of you, Dylan. Both of your contracts have been terminated as complete, I inked-in a date three weeks tomorrow, and you both get end-of-contract bonuses, as agreed, based on your current pay status, not the original pay rate you came in at. It's already been processed, all you have to do is be here on the day to sign-off and collect your tickets home, as per your contract. Your pay and bonuses will be deposited in your off-shore accounts, have fun spending it!" As they strolled back to their bungalow they mulled-over what they'd agreed to; Dylan was deeply worried about letting Louise go to a war-zone, but conversely he was also relieved that the two most capable fighting men he knew of were going to be her personal guardian angels while she was out there. Tibor Kovacs was renowned for his devastating close quarter in-fighting abilities; Spetznatz training involved a large amount of Savate, Tae-Kwondo and Jiu-Jitsu, distilled by the Spetznatz cadre into a close-combat fighting style that was fluid, athletic and a joy to watch; he was built like a brick outhouse, a square, emotionless Slavonic face hiding a shy, helpful personality. Louise was one of his favourite people, he was always telling her she reminded him of his little sister, Mariska, and he had a weakness for her mother's recipe tea-laced spicy bread pudding bordering on addiction. Pip Collins was a fellow Welshman, big, dark, and taciturn, born and raised in the Rhondda Valley in South Wales, a descendant of generations of coal-miners, and an ex-SAS sergeant. He was a master of stealthy movement and explosively lethal directed violence when necessary, and a true expert in the use of that K-Bar knife always protruding from his right boot-top; he constantly radiated a feeling of extreme violence barely held in check, a lingering sense that when he did go off, it would be like a claymore mine... The combination of the two of them gave Dylan reassurance in large measure; with them along, Lou would be as safe as possible in that miserable place. Once they got back indoors, Louise asked Dylan what he wanted for dinner, always a dangerously leading question! Dylan pulled her close, popping the button on her jeans and sliding his hands down the backs to cup her peach buttocks. "I want bum-burger and hot split clam surprise, are you up for it?" he grinned lecherously, squeezing her perfect cheeks as he pulled her close. Louise grinned back. "You're a very dirty man, my daddy warned me about boys like you!" she breathed, nipping his neck as she squeezed his rapidly erecting cock and ground her pussy against him, feeling her clitoris throb as she began to heat up. "Three months, Lou, three fucking months, I've got a lot of catching up to do, and, as you're leaving tomorrow...!" Dylan slid her jeans down as she yanked his tee over his head and fumbled with the buttons on his service-issue trousers, making sure she squeezed him properly as she tugged the camouflage trousers down. Dylan groaned and kicked his clothes away, tugging down his briefs as Louise slid off her panties and turned away from him to drop them on the chair. Dylan was momentarily dazzled by the sight of her trim, rounded rear before moving in for the kill. His hands slid around her waist and up her ribcage, to cup and squeeze her small, firm breasts, the nipples already hard and prominent against his cupping palms. He pulled her close against him, his cock nestling in the crack of her bum, his lips grazing on her soft, smooth neck and shoulder, and she responded by wriggling as she sighed, seating the solid bar of ridged flesh more comfortably between her plush buttocks. "Oo-er, Soldier-Boy, what's that you're poking me with?" she sighed, rubbing her bottom up and down on his throbbing cock. Dylan mumbled into her neck as he groped her breasts more diligently, squeezing, lightly pinching and rubbing the solid nipples, making her sigh and rub herself harder on him. "Bedroom...now...!" she gasped, breaking away to tug him toward the door. As soon as they were in sight of the bed, she threw herself on him, bearing him backward and landing astride him on the bed as he fell. Louise leaned forward and rubbed her swelling clitoris on the mat of hair at the base of his cock, sighing happily at the sensations this brought, while Dylan grinned and took a double handful of her delectable rear, squeezing and kneading the cheeks as she pleasured herself on him. Louise leaned forward to kiss him, and Dylan took the opportunity to raise his midsection and prod at her damp pussy with his surging erection, letting her know he was ready. Louise grinned and took hold of him, guiding him into herself and sliding back down a little to take him fully into her wet slit, hissing in satisfaction as he filled her up, stretching her so pleasurably. Dylan lay back as she rode him, her eyes closed as she danced above him, her hips gyrating as she pumped and slid on his cock, her fingers rubbing and playing with her small hard nipples as she went to her own special place, lost in a haze of pleasurable sensation, her hips circling as she pumped and rode him. Dylan responded by pumping back against her, raising up as she ground herself against him, their breath hissing in the silent room as they ground and pounded at each other, straining to reach that plateau, that place where all pleasure was one. Louise slumped forward, gasping as her orgasm overtook her, her body shaking as the tremors rolled and battered through her, her cunt squeezing him mercilessly as she clamped down. Dylan responded with a groan as he too climaxed, the pressure on his cock almost too much to bear as jet after jet of creamy spunk pulsed from him and into her depths, the sensation rolling her orgasm on and on. At last the shuddering waves of pleasure died away, leaving her weak, winded, blurry-eyed with tiredness. Louise slumped down on Dylan, her body still twitching in adrenaline-shock, the legacy of her high level of arousal and climax. Dylan was in no better shape, barely able to move as he too twitched and thrilled in the aftermath of his explosive climax, his cock slowly shrinking inside her, to eventually slide out, bathed in the rush of semen from the enormous quantity he'd pumped inside her. Louise rolled off him, almost too tired to move, but still reaching for him, for her Soldier-Boy, something closely akin to post-coital tristesse flooding over her as she contemplated the next three weeks of meatball surgery, almost tempted to tell Mike the deal was off, she was going home; but she'd promised, and boys like Dylan had been, young soldiers on their first active deployment, they were going to need her. Dylan was unhappy about her going, but understood why she'd agreed. Even after all these years, so long away from the spit and polish and routine of Army life, he still 'bled green' as his former squad-mates would have put it; in his heart, Dylan knew he was a born soldier, had been one, one of the elite even, until that fire-fight had cost him his dream; even today, a civilian contractor thousands of miles from the war-zone, she knew his heart was there still, on-ops with his regiment, the only thing he'd ever wanted. Louise traced his jawline with a lazy finger, smiling as he turned to look sleepily at her, her smile partly for herself as she acknowledged that Dylan, seven years away from the war, a civilian now, still followed the drum; he still thought of himself as one of them, one of those soldier-boys out there, and she was being asked to help them; for Dylan, she'd do it, because those boys were his family too. Louise woke with a start, huddled against Dylan to keep warm against the chill from the air-conditioning unit; she looked at her watch, almost 10 o'clock, long past dinner-time, but she was starving, and if she knew Dylan, he'd be up soon and looking for something to eat. She slid off the bed and pulled a robe on, slipping soundlessly out of the room to pad into the kitchen and rummage through the freezer, from which she took a pair of frozen steak pies and a pack of French Fries. "Pie and chips, not much of a 'Welcome Back' dinner!" she mused, grinning ruefully as she slid the pies onto a tray and put them in the oven, set the timer and decided she had time for a shower before dinner. She was miles away in a world of her own, revelling in the hot water and steam when a pair of hands slipped around her waist and slid up to cup and catch her breasts. "Hello little girl, can I help you wash your pee-pee?" husked Dylan in his best 'Dirty Old Man' voice, licking her ear as he flicked and squeezed her nipples, making her gasp and giggle as she ground her bum into his crotch. "I can do that quite well without your help, you dirty, dirty little boy!" she giggled, then gasped as his solid cock slid between her thighs and rubbed along her labia. As he continued to lick and nibble her ear, and squeeze and pull at her stiff nipples, he began to thrust more seriously between her legs, the feel of his thick, ridged cock dragging in the furrow between her lips driving her crazy with need for him. Louise leaned against the shower cubicle wall, pushing out her bum to show Dylan what she wanted him to do. Dylan, as always, enthralled by the sight of her perfect, sculpted rear, wasn't slow to take the hint. Holding tightly to her thrusting tits, he slid his cock into her hot recess, both of them hissing as he slid all the way into her, until he was in her to the hilt, his thighs resting against the backs of hers. He remained perfectly still, savouring the feel of his stiff cock embedded in her hot, glove-tight pussy, the warmth of her lovely peach bottom pressed against him, the feel of her firm breasts clasped firmly in his hands. Louise waited for a while, then squeezed him impatiently, anxious for him to continue. "If you don't do something soon I'm calling the Pool-Boy!" she whispered, causing Dylan to grin as he slowly backed out of her, to slam himself back in as hard as he could. "Ooof! Careful, Soldier Boy, you're not pushing a jeep out of a pot-hole!" she giggled, the laugh turning to a sighing gasp as his hand slipped down to rub and caress her hooded clitoris, the sensation making her whole body thrill and shudder pleasurably. "Yes, Dyl, like that...ooohhh...yes, ooohhh God, yeeesss!" she moaned as he thrust and pumped into her, his hand rubbing her in time with his thrusts into her. Combined with his other hand playing with her nipples, it was only a few minutes before it was all too much for her. She came with a strangled moan, her pussy clamping around his cock and almost tipping him over the edge as she shuddered and moaned, orgasm slamming through her body with the force of a tidal wave, her ears popping with the force of it. Dylan gasped as her pussy clamped down on him, the velvety soft tightness too much for him to bear, and he too orgasmed, groaning out loud as a powerful jet of spunk hosed out of him and into her, then again and again, long satisfying pulses of hot semen filling her as he held her tight to himself, until he was empty, his cock dry heaving as the last of his sperm trickled into her, the last remnants of the flood of spunk he'd jetted into her. He slumped against her, his lips finding her neck as his heart hammered a tattoo against her back, Dylan kissing her hands as she reached up to cup and caress his face. "Thank you Dyl, that was amazing...as always! That should hold us for the next couple of weeks; just remember, three weeks from tomorrow and we're on a plane away from here and all this forever, okay?" His hands gripped her waist as he gently kissed the back of her neck, then blew softly into her ear, making her cringe and giggle. "Of course, baby-girl, I meant it when I said I was done. Three weeks and we're back in Wales, and OPEC, The Arab League, The Gulf States, the global petro-chemical complex, all of them, they can all go fuck themselves, I'm done, forever! Now, is that pie and chips I can smell? It better be, because I'm bloody starving!" * Louise watched Dylan's flight take off from King Khalid International in Riyadh, loss and need already churning inside her, and the hostile looks from the other travellers in their traditional Berber costume as she stood in desert boots, DPM uniform covers and Tee-shirt and with her head uncovered doing nothing to put her at ease; no-one said anything, though; even the lunatic Religious Police recognised just how much grief they'd cop from the scary-looking bunch of men surrounding her if they made a move, and none of them relished the thought of spending the next few days in hospital while the doctors tried to figure out how to get their head out of their own arse; sometimes discretion really was the better part of valour... Pip Collins put his hand on her arm and squeezed gently. "You'll see him again in three weeks, Louise, don't worry, Mike promised you, and he never goes back on his word. And now we have to go; our flight's waiting for us and Tibor's looking impatient, so let's get a move on, eh?" Louise grinned as she looked up at the hulking Tibor Kovacs, his face expressionless, as usual, and wondered how Pip could tell he was impatient; to her, Tibor always looked exactly the same; impassive, no expression ever showing on his face, whether sitting down to dinner with her and Dylan, or stretched out on a gurney while she sutured a sucking leg wound. Pip hefted her flight bag and Tibor offered her his arm as they made for their departure gate, again the Religious Police deliberately not seeing the western woman arm in arm with two dangerous-looking westerners, with another four or five as an impromptu retinue, choosing instead to hassle and harass incoming tourists and migrant workers. * The three of them disembarked at Kabul, Louise stopping momentarily to look around at the heavily barricaded and defended perimeter. Sighing, she squared her shoulders and clambered gingerly down the swaying steps, weighed-down by the Osprey body armour and too-large Mk. VII helmet. Pip followed her and pointed at the heavy Mastiff transport halted about 100 metres away. The commander in the cab waved and spoke into his Bowman, and the 6-wheeled Mastiff lurched as it turned ponderously, heading for their party. As it stopped, the main hull door unlocked, and Tibor swung it open, motioning her inside while he and Pip scanned the perimeter continuously. Louise was struck by their elevated vigilance, driving home just how bloody dangerous this place really was; that and the anti-RPG cages clothing both sides and the rear of the vehicle, and of course the mine-deflection hull itself. Tibor and Pip automatically shielded her at all times while she climbed into the vehicle, using their bodies to protect her should a random sniper decide to fire on the vehicle while it was stopped. Once they were all seated, with the door closed and locked, the vehicle lurched as it started off for the trek back to Camp Bastion, the British Armed Forces operating base in Helmand over 400 miles away. "Glad to have you aboard, Doctor Lewis, welcome to Afghanistan!" called the commander, "Sorry about the transport, no Chinooks to spare, and besides, the bloody Taliban think we put them up so they've got something to shoot at, so this is the safest way, I'm afraid! There's not much room, but you may be able to stretch out on the floor; it's a long way to the bastion, about 400 miles, so you should probably try and get some sleep."