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Memorial Day

By: Scorpio44a



 [This story contains sex, but it isn't just about sex. It contains characters who were in the military, but the story isn't about war. It contains violence, but isn't about violence. Two of the female characters in the story were raped and the story isn't about rape. It is about honor, duty, respect and love. As with all the stories I submit your votes and comments/feedback are welcome.

If you want answers to the questions you might leave, please leave me a way to respond to you personally. I probably won't respond publically to your question(s) especially if you ask them as Anon..]

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One of my most persistent memories of time with my Dad involved Memorial Day Weekend. My Dad was career military. Whatever it was he did on active duty had him in harm's way often and he was gone a lot, but when he was home on Memorial Day Weekend we, he and I, went to the veterans cemetery and put flags in front of the markers for the men he had known.

He had me get dressed up, had me get a fresh haircut the Friday before and my shoes shined like his boots. I carried a backpack full of flags and he planted them and told me about each of the men he honored. It was an important ritual for my Dad and became an important ritual for me. By the time I was twelve I could spit shine my shoes so they shined like his boots. My gig line was always straight, not just when Dad was home, but always.

When I was thirteen Mom and I visited Dad in a military hospital. He'd been shot twice and was healing. We visited him three times while he was in the hospital. Each time Mom cried and begged him to quit the Army. Each time he said, "You knew who I was when you married me. I retire in six more years. Pick a spot where you want us to live. When they release me from here, we'll go house hunting."

She picked Portland Oregon. The three of us went there and Dad bought her the house she wanted. I made new friends, Mom seemed happier for a while and Dad went away again. That time he was gone seven months, back a month and gone for three months.

The summer I turned eighteen he was home all summer with us. We camped, went fishing, took car trips and had a great summer. It wasn't until that summer that I discovered some of what being a career soldier had cost my Dad. Up until that summer I'd never seen him without a shirt. If we went swimming he wore trunks and a t-shirt. That summer, on one of our hikes, when Mom stayed at home, we found a hot springs and Dad wanted to soak for a while.

We stripped down and went in. When Dad took off his shirt I counted eleven scars on his back. Eleven scars from being shot! As we soaked I saw other scars on his chest and legs. I started to ask about them and he said, "They are a price some men have to pay so the people we love can be safe. I can't talk about how I got these scars, so don't ask. The reason I always wear a shirt around your Mom is that the scars upset her."

At the end of that summer Dad shipped out again and I started my senior year of high school. In November we got a letter from Dad telling us he'd be home for Christmas. Mom seemed happy about him being home for Christmas and she seemed sad, too. I asked her about that and she told me that she and Dad had been having problems for a while and she wasn't sure they'd stay together after Dad retired. Over the next two weeks I got Mom to talk more and more about the problems and her concerns. One night she made lasagna for dinner and opened a bottle of wine. She even gave me half a glass. By nine o'clock she had finished the bottle. She told me more than I ever wanted to know about their relationship.

While she was pregnant with me Dad got shot up pretty badly. She stayed on the Army base near the hospital and sat near Dad for three weeks. She saw the raw wounds on his body and the pain Dad was in. By the time I was born she had made some decisions. One was that she couldn't or wouldn't ever have another child with him. Another was that she never wanted to see those scars again. 

Dad was away again when I was born. She wrote him about my birth and told him that she had her tubes tied. He offered her a divorce and she said she didn't believe in divorce. She wanted them to stay together, for my sake.

She told me that for five years after I was born they didn't have sex. Then, when they did finally have sex, she made sure it was in the dark. I didn't need or want to know all the details. I finally got her into her bedroom and into her bed. I cleaned up the kitchen and went to my own bed, but I didn't sleep. I thought about them during the times we were all together. She never held his hand. They didn't kiss except when he first got home after a deployment, he got one kiss. I remembered hearing him say "I love you" to her often. Her response was usually, "Yeah, me too."

I thought all night about what I was supposed to do with what Mom had told me. 

The next day I was at school and I was called to the office. Mr. Connors, the Principal, took me into his office where I saw two men in Army uniforms: a Captain and a Master Sergeant. I instantly knew Dad was dead.

The Captain told me whatever he told me and they took me home. Mom was in her bedroom crying when I got home. We spent the next three days in a daze, crying, hurting and bewildered. I missed the rest of that week at school. The Army got Dad's body home, but it took two weeks. They never told us where he was when he was killed or what he was doing. We never saw the body, just the casket.

There was a funeral and lots of men and women in uniform attended. Lots of people from the community attended and some strangers as well. Most of them were people I didn't know, but from what the ones who spoke to me said I knew they were Dad's friends. My girl friend, Maria, stood next to me that day. She didn't say much, but for a lot of the day I felt like if she wasn't there I might have collapsed. Mom's brother and sister stayed with us for the three days around the funeral and they stood by her the day of the funeral.

A week later all the military people were gone, Mom's brother was back in Seattle, her sister was back on the family farm in Idaho and my girl friend was still right beside me.

Maria showed up at our house at just before eight in the morning and stayed until almost ten each night. She helped both Mom and me with whatever needed doing and when I sat on the porch swing or the couch she sat with me, held my hand or sat in my lap.

We went back to school where people didn't know what to say to us, so they left us alone. Maria and I were isolated. I'm not sure I even noticed for that first week back. That Friday when we left school Maria said, "Can we stop by my house on the way home?"

I was driving Mom's car and made a left turn at the light as the answer. I parked in her driveway and she said, "Don't move. I'll be right back."

Two minutes later she and a backpack were back in the car and she said, "Let's go home." The backpack had clothes and girl supplies in it. When we got home she took the backpack into my bedroom and bathroom and she moved in. The three of us spent the evening together acting like we were watching TV and studying. At ten that night we both kissed Mom goodnight and went to my room. 

As we walked down the hall to my bedroom I asked, "What are you doing?" 

She asked, "Do you love me?"

"Yeah. I do."

"Do you like holding my hand? Having me next to you all the time?"

"Yeah, I do."

"Last night I was at home, in my bed and I realized again that where I belong is next to you. So, here I am. I want to sleep next to you. I want to wake up and kiss you."

"Sex?" I asked.

"Tonight I just want to be with you. I want to go to sleep holding you and having you holding me. There's no hurry to have sex. I'm your woman. You'll be as honorable a man as your Dad was, and I'll be right here beside you for the rest of my life."

I wondered why Mom had let us kiss her goodnight and didn't stop us from going to bed together. I didn't wonder enough to go back and ask her.

Two eighteen-year-olds got undressed and into bed for the first time, together, and we didn't have sex. We kissed some and Maria held my penis for a while, while I held her breasts, but we didn't do it.

Saturday morning we woke up together and I was still holding her breast in my hand. She smiled and asked, "Like how that feels?" I nodded.

"My friends tell me they like it when a boy kisses their breasts."

"Oh? Which friends would that be?"

"None of your business. I'd like it if you'd kiss my breasts." I did what she wanted. A few minutes later I switched to her other breast and she moaned. As she moaned the door to my bedroom opened and Mom looked at us.

I looked at Mom with Maria's breast still in my mouth and Mom said, "I made breakfast. When you're through there, it's on the table." She backed out of the room and closed the door.

Maria said, "I had a long talk with your Mom yesterday."

"She saw us naked together and didn't freak!"

"We should go eat the breakfast she made. Then we can come back here and you can have my virginity." We dressed and ate the French toast, eggs, bacon and fruit Mom had made. We didn't see Mom. I couldn't tell you if the food was good or not. My mind was thinking about what Maria had promised me. We cleaned up the kitchen and Maria led us back to bed. In the bedroom she turned on my stereo, stripped and helped me get just as naked.

Maria had been on the swim team for three years as well as the cross-country running team. Her body was in great condition and the single word I would us to describe her would be lithe. She stood there in front of me with her smallish breasts pointing right at me and my body pointed right at her. She giggled and said, "Think that thing will fit inside me?"

"The sex ed teacher at school said that was the design."

"Want to see if she was right?" As she asked she flopped onto my bed and spread her legs. I had my first look at the first pussy of my life seen in person. She had a tuft of curly hair above her slit, but no hair on either side of her slit. When she spread her legs I saw her lips part and a glint of light bounced off the exposed wetness.

"Honey," she said, "I have to be honest with you. Technically, I'm not a virgin. You will be the first man I've ever invited inside me, but a man has been inside me before you." I dropped onto the bed beside her and held her. I asked, "You've been raped?"

"Yes, By my father. But that wasn't love or even caring. That was a drunken old man using me to punish his wife. I want you inside me." She got what she wanted. She got what she wanted more than once and she got something she didn't get from her father. She got cared for and an orgasm. We stayed in my room all day.

The phone rang at about six. I answered. It was Mom. She said, "Get up. Shower. Open all the windows and make dinner. I'll be home by seven." Then she hung up.

We did just as she asked. We laughed, kissed, touched and enjoyed making dinner. Mom came home and we sat down together to eat. She put a brown paper bag on the table as she sat down. She said, "In the bag are condoms, lube and foam. I know I'm a day late giving you these things, but I just hope you two didn't start a baby already."

Maria said, "Thanks and no worries. I brought some condoms with me and we still have two left. I've been on the pill since I was thirteen and my father started using me." I guessed it wasn't news to Mom based on her non-reaction to the news.

Sometime during the meal Mom asked, "Maria, who knows you slept here last night, besides the three of us?"

"My sister, Amy. She messed up my bed last night, so if anyone looks it looks like I was there and left early."

"What will happen if your parents discover you spent the night here?"

"My father will yell and scream. My mother will call me a putah, but it's no big deal. My father will yell and make a big deal because he wants me to himself. My mother will call me a whore, but she already knows my father has raped me. He made her watch! What more can they do?"

The three of us talked for a while about moving her in as a way of protecting her from further abuse. She called home and spoke to her sister. The sister told her both her parents were out of the house and that she didn't think anyone noticed she was gone.

We drove to her house and she got the rest of her clothes and things. I didn't go in their house. Maria told me her sister cried and promised lots of phone calls and Maria promised she could come and visit often. 

We got Maria moved in before ten that night. When Mom left us to go to bed she asked that we "keep the noise down." We tried.

Sunday we went shopping. In the market we filled a basket and were in the checkout line when Maria's father walked into the store. One look told me he was a man on a mission. When he saw us I knew his mission was not buying milk for his family. He headed directly for us.

He spoke to Maria in Spanish. He told her she was not allowed to leave home, not allowed to sleep with a gringo, not allowed to abandon her family.

As he took a breath to continue Maria said, "Papa, I don't live with you any more. You have raped me for the last time! I'm not going with you!"

At least twenty people heard her accuse him of rape. I saw the manager pick up the phone. Her father turned and left, clenching and unclenching his fists. We paid for our groceries and left, but not before the police arrived and took statements from a number of people, including us.

Maria's father did not just go home. He went home and then to our house. He parked around the corner and went into the house through the back door. It had been locked but he knew how to open it.

When we entered the house he was waiting for us. He knocked Mom and Maria to the kitchen floor and when I stepped inside he hit me with something and knocked me out. He ripped the clothes of both women and raped both of them. Mom was unconscious while he did his business with her. Maria was knocked out at first and then came to and fought him. He repeatedly hit her as he raped her. 

I came to as he was inside Maria. He was verbally abusing her in Spanish and hitting her. I grabbed the big cast iron skillet off the stove and hit him on his right ear as hard as I could. Maria screamed as her father fell off her. I said, "Stay down! The police need to see!"

I got our phone and called the police. They took the information and said they were on their way. I got towels and covered Maria and Mom, saving one towel to catch the blood coming from my head. Mom was still out. I comforted Maria as best I could. 

The cops parked on the front lawn. The ambulance parked in the driveway. Mom had a concussion and maybe a cracked skull. She also had some vaginal tearing. I needed three stitches on my head. Maria needed to go to the hospital for the rape and beating. Her father had blunt force trauma to his head. They loaded Maria, Mom and Maria's father in the ambulance. I said I'd clean up and then drive to the hospital.

They didn't get to the hospital. Maria's father regained consciousness and hit the EMT riding in the back. Then he choked Maria. The driver saw what he was doing and slammed on the brakes. The sudden shift forced her father off balance and he snapped Maria's neck. He landed on Mom and broke three ribs.

It was only seconds before the cop following the ambulance opened the back. When Maria's father made a move towards him he fired, killing him. 

By the time I got to the hospital Mom was in surgery and both Maria and her father were dead. I sat in the waiting room for hours while Mom was in surgery. When I became aware of my surroundings I saw a younger version of Maria sitting beside me, holding my hand and crying.

I didn't ask who she was. In fact, I didn't speak at all. I assumed she was Amy, Maria's sister. After a while I helped her into my lap and held her while we both cried. She felt a lot like Maria on my lap.

A doctor came into the waiting room and announced my name. He came to us and told us that Mom did well in surgery, but would stay in the hospital for at least three days. He told us to go home.

We walked out to Mom's car and I drove home. She went with me. In the house she followed me up to my bedroom and when I undressed she undressed. I got into bed and she crawled in with me. Ten seconds later we were asleep. We still had not spoken.

When I woke up she was not in bed. I got up, showered and dressed on automatic pilot. I thought I needed to go to the hospital. I went into the kitchen and found her, cleaning. She looked up at me and waited.

"Who are you?" I asked.

"Maria's sister."

"Oh. What are you doing?"

"You brought groceries home, but didn't put them away. I saved what I could and tossed the rest."

"Do you need to go home?"

"No."

"Why not?"

"No one's there. My father killed Momma before he came over here. Now he and Maria are gone, too. You're all I have left."

I opened my arms realizing she and Mom were all I had left, too. We hugged for a long time and then she broke the hug and said, "We need to eat."

She made food for us and we ate. My head started to clear and I started asking questions. "What's your name?"

"Amy. I'm seventeen, a year behind you and Maria."

"You need a place to live. How about here?"

"You're the only family I have left." She said. Her spoon was halfway to her mouth and her eyes were full of tears she was trying not to release. We finished breakfast, cleaned up the kitchen and even made the bed we'd slept in.

When the bed was made I said, "Ok. Let's go to the hospital."

We went and spent most of the day with Mom. When she came to she asked why I wasn't with Maria. We cried when we told her the story. She met Amy and got to know her. The police visited twice during the day. Mom asked about when Amy needed to go home. We told her that Maria's father had killed their Momma before he came to our house. Amy said that she had seen him kill her and had run away.

When the police came the second time Amy asked if she could go home and get the rest of her things. The officer made a call and told us we would be met at the house and supervised to make sure we didn't disturb the crime scene. We could take all of Amy's things. We left the hospital, got Amy's things and took them home. 

She moved her things into my bedroom and my bathroom. We had a spare bedroom next to my bedroom and she put some hanging things and shoes in the closet of that bedroom. I wondered about Amy and I sleeping together. We weren't even friends two days before. 

Before my brain went into overload I thought, "When Mom comes home she'll sort things out."

We ate on the way back to the hospital. Amy started asking questions as we drove to the hospital. She started with, "Did you love my sister?"

"Yeah, I do." It didn't seem right to put it in the past tense. "I still do."

"Did you both sleep in the bed you and I slept in last night?" 

I nodded and said, "Yes, we did."

"She had sex with you?"

"Yes, we had sex. Why are you asking?"

"I feel like I'm taking her place. She's not coming back. I need to know who she was for you and your Mom so I can fit in. I want to fit in, and I don't know how."

"Maybe the best idea is to discuss this when the whole family is together." She nodded and we stayed quiet the rest of the way to the hospital. We got the update on Mom's medical condition when we arrived. She was healing well and the swelling inside her head had gone down. Her ribs were sore, but were also healing. 

Mom dove into the subject of Amy before either of us. She asked, "Where did you sleep last night?"

"With Alex." Amy said. She held my hand. Her eyes stayed locked on Mom's.

Mom nodded and asked, "Did the two of you have sex?"


Memorial Day



We both shook our heads and Amy said, "No."

"Good. You've moved in and as of right now, you are my daughter. You cannot have sex with Alex, you're too young."

Amy sat up straight and said, "I'm not a virgin."

Mom asked, "Your father?" Amy nodded. "Anyone else?" Amy shook her head.

"Did you move into the guest room or Alex's room?"

"My room." I answered.

"When is your birthday?"

"The eighth of May." Amy answered.

"The laws say you're not supposed to have sex until you're eighteen. I know you have already had sex, but I'm asking for you both to wait until Amy is eighteen before you do anything sexual."

"Mom, Amy just became my sister! Three days ago I didn't even know her. We're not even thinking about having sex!"

Amy looked at me and said, "Speak for yourself. I thought about it last night. My sister loved you and wanted to be with you for the rest..." She stopped. Tears fell. She squeezed my hand tighter and looked down for a moment. When she looked back up she locked on my eyes and said, "My sister was my best, closest friend in the world. She loved you. I love you. Because your Mom asks, I'll wait until I'm eighteen but don't buy me a present. The present I want is already here."

"Ok. Mom, we promise. Wait! We promise my penis won't go inside Amy's vagina until she's eighteen. I promise to always use a condom after she's eighteen. We can still sleep together, can't we?"

Mom nodded and so did Amy. Amy said, "We have to go back to school tomorrow. What do we say?"

Mom said, "The official story is that Maria and your parents all died this weekend. No one at school needs the details. I took you in and you'll live with us until you graduate. First thing in the morning, go into the office together and change Amy's address. If the school needs to talk to me, have them call here. After school go home and make the guest room look like Amy's room. One day your friends will visit and I want them to believe you live in that room."

Amy nodded. She said, "So, we shouldn't walk around school holding hands and all the lovey stuff kids do."

Mom said, "That's the stuff kids do who don't live together. For now, Alex is your brother. It will make life easier for both of you. I think."

I believe she was right. School was uncomfortable for about three weeks. The police closed their paperwork on the event. We had a funeral for Maria and the county handled whatever was done with Amy's parents. Lots of kids from the high school came to the funeral for Maria. I sat to Amy's right and Mom sat to her left. We held her hands and all three of us cried.

In the first week of May a package arrived. That package had been arriving in May every May since I was little. It was a box with small American flags in it. No one had notified them that Dad died. Memorial Day was coming and the box of flags was now mine.

Amy asked about them. Mom and I explained the ritual and told her what Dad said was the reason he planted the flags at the graves of his "brothers". She asked, "Can I go with you? I'll carry the backpack for you."

She just knew I would be taking Dad's place in the ritual. On Saturday of Memorial Day Weekend we got up, had a good breakfast with Mom, got dressed up and took the backpack of flags to the cemetery.

I knew where each and every one of Dad's "brothers" was buried. I also knew that for the first time there was a marker in the cemetery for my Dad as well. I stepped to the first marker and said, "Sergeant William Douglas, "Doug" to us. Died November 5th, 1969 near Da Nang." Amy handed me a flag and I planted it, just as I had seen my Dad plant it every year. I told Amy Dad's story about Doug.

We planted flags and I told her stories for hours. We circled the spot where Dad was buried many times. When we had honored all his brothers we walked together to Dad's grave. I was shocked when we got there. Six inches from his marker a tiny flag had been planted. I looked around and didn't see another flag like it anywhere. It was about three inches by four inches and tied just below the flag on the stick was a pink ribbon. A pink ribbon!

I said, "Master Sergeant Alexander N. Peterson. "Dad" to us. Died October 21st, 1977 somewhere doing his duty as he saw it." I pushed the flag into the ground next to the tiny flag with the pink ribbon.

Amy held my hand as we walked back to the car and she asked, "Who put the other flag there by Dad's grave?"

"I have no idea."

Over the next year Amy and I both graduated. I graduated two weeks after Memorial Day and Amy graduated on the last day of school before Christmas break. We both went on to college and lived at home with Mom. Both of us dated a few times, to give the impression that we weren't more than brother and sister. I knew Amy intended to be mine for the rest of her life. I also knew I was fine with her beside me. Comfortable, loved and able to love her. We even double dated twice.

The first week of May brought another box of flags. Mom asked if I wanted her to see if the order could be cancelled for the next year. I couldn't bring myself to say yes. Dad expected me to do my duty. 

On Saturday of Memorial Day Weekend we got up, had a good breakfast with Mom, got dressed up and took the backpack of flags to the cemetery. Amy wore a sundress and looked both wonderful and sexy.

I knew where each and every one of Dad's "brothers" was buried. I stepped to the first marker and said, "Sergeant William Douglas, "Doug" to us. Died November 5th, 1969 near Da Nang." Amy handed me a flag and I planted it, just as I had seen my Dad plant it every year. I told Amy Dad's story about Doug.

Just as we had done the year before we retraced our steps to each grave. I found it hard to breathe. I realized the odds were good that from year to year I was the only one who said their name or told their story in a year. They were all but forgotten. 

When we got to Dad's grave an identical small flag with a pink ribbon was waiting for us. I didn't touch it. I planted our flag next to the tiny flag and we walked back to the car.

Amy and I returned home for Memorial Day weekend every year for three more years. Every year we planted flags and saw the small flag with a pink ribbon. Amy did so well in school she got a scholarship to a big university a thousand miles away. She came home three times that year. She came home for her birthday. She came home for Memorial Day weekend and she came home right after Mom died. 

We slept together every night she was home after Mom died. She knew and I knew she wasn't mine any more. She came home wearing another man's ring on her left hand. Our first night at home together I wondered where she would sleep. Her room was there, just as it was before she left. My room hadn't changed much. I showered and went to bed. Amy came out of the bathroom and came to bed with me. She said, "I loved you when you loved my sister. When my family died you and Mom opened to me and there was never a question. You loved me. I will love you every day of my life. Robert knows I'm in bed with you and he knows we will love each other while I'm here. Please love me."

She got what we both wanted. Three days later she left. That November I flew to Boston to attend her wedding. I went alone. She introduced me to six single women she thought I might like. I did like them but I didn't take any phone numbers or email addresses home with me. Of the six, I had one sit on my lap and I kissed her. The spark wasn't there.

I lived in Mom's house. I attended school and I worked. I wanted more. Every time I went to bed I ached for Maria and I ached for Amy. I hated waking up alone. I hated that I lived in that house alone. I missed Mom, Maria and Amy every day. In March 1980 I was heating a TV dinner in the microwave and realized I was going to be alone forever if I kept heating TV dinners. The odds of meeting a wonderful, sexy, marriage potential in my kitchen were less than zero. I took the TV dinner out of the microwave and tossed it in the trash. I spent an hour on the phone talking to every friend I had giving all of them the same message.

"I'm six months from having my PhD. I already have a great job, a three-bedroom two-bath house that's paid off. I'm a good guy and I want to get married!"

I ate alone that night, but not a TV dinner. Within a week I started getting referrals. I met and seriously dated. Unfortunately, there were no fireworks. I dated Donna three dates. After three dates she was ready to talk about the relationship. I wasn't.

I dated Connie twice. No sparks. Mary made it to spend the night with Alex Friday night. I woke up with her in bed with me and wondered if we could have a relationship without the waking up together part. The answer was no. I dated three school teachers, a CPA, a lawyer, a librarian and the owner of a gift shop. Mary came the closest, she saw the inside of my home and had breakfast there, once.

The first week of May arrived and so did my box of flags. I got depressed. I had been planting those flags since 1971, first with Dad and then with Amy. Now Amy was with Ben back in Boston. I remembered the little flag with the pink ribbon.

The first Saturday of May I drove to the cemetery. Dad's grave had no flag, nor did any other grave anywhere near Dad's grave. The next day, Sunday, I went and there was still no flag. I sat in my car all that Sunday and watched the few people who came to the cemetery. None went near Dad's grave.

The next weekend I packed an ice chest, made sandwiches and watched both Saturday and Sunday. Nothing happened.

The third weekend of May I was there again. Rather than just sit for the weekend I got out of my car and walked all over the cemetery, all over where I could still keep watch over Dad's grave. On Sunday afternoon a VW bus pulled into the cemetery. It parked near Dad's grave. A young woman got out. She was all dressed up: a sundress, nylons and heels. She carried a small flag. I got out of my car and headed for her VW van. I watched as she knelt and planted the flag in front of Dad's grave. She used a tissue and dabbed at a few tears, stood back up and slowly walked back to her VW. 

When she got close I stepped out from the shadow of her van and said, "Can I ask you for a favor?"

She jumped, startled and said, "I don't have much money."

Then she looked at me. I saw by the look on her face that she knew me. The fear and startle disappeared and she said, "What favor?"

"Next Saturday I need to come back here and put flags at the graves of my Dad and his brothers. I need your help to do it."

"Been doing this a long time?" She asked, smiling.

"Since I was young and my Dad came back from Viet Nam."

"So, it was his ritual and you helped him?"

"Yes. I carried the flags."

"Is that what you want me to do, carry the flags?"

"Yes. After Dad died my sister carried the flags. Now she's married and lives in Boston."

She smiled wider and said, "Alex, I know all this. I've known you all my life. Amy wasn't your sister and neither was Maria. My Mom made me promise not to find you, not to tell you who I am until after your Mom passed on. I've thought of how to tell you a thousand times. Here and now seems to be the right time and the right place."

I was in shock. She knew my name. She knew about Amy and about Maria. She took my hand and led us to a bench not far from where we were standing. She sat us down and said, "Years ago, your Dad and Mom had a disagreement about their life together. They agreed to stay together, stay married, for you. Your Dad needed an anchor. A something or a someone that would keep him surviving in the harsh, dangerous world he lived in. You were that anchor and years later he realized it wasn't enough. He needed a wife who wanted him in every way a woman can want a husband." She took a big breath.

"He found her. She's my Mom or more accurately, she was. She died the same year Dad died."

"You're my sister?"

"Not quite. Your Dad and my Mom never married. Your Dad was already married to your Mom. They stayed married, but their relationship wasn't a passionate one. Their relationship was all about you. When Dad was off being a soldier your mom focused on you. When he came home he focused on you. They never focused on each other after you were born. When he was not off being the soldier or with you, he was with us. I am his daughter."

"That makes you my half-sister."

"No, it doesn't. Two years before Dad died he uncovered evidence that his wife, your Mom, had an affair. The affair had happened the year before you were born. You are not biologically his son."

"I am his son!"

"You are! I agree. Just not scientifically. The love, caring and devotion were always there for you. They were there for me, too. The difference is that we are both his children and we aren't related."

"I need to just sit here for a minute, Ok?" I asked. She nodded and then totally surprised me. She straddled the bench we were on, scooted close to me and held me. I closed my eyes and thought about everything she had said.

I turned my head towards her and asked, "You can prove all this?" She nodded.

"Mom's been dead months. Why didn't you come tell me before now?"

"If I knocked on your front door and told you all this you'd have thought I was nuts. You may anyway. I know you love your Mom and Dad. I don't want to damage those memories. My Mom didn't want us to damage what you had with your Mom in any way. She loved you. She loved you more than anything. Because your Dad loved you my Mom also loved you, even though she never spent one hour with you. The closest she ever was to you physically was at your Dad's funeral. I was there too."

I sat in her arms for a long time. I realized she was right. Mom loved me and focused on me. Dad loved me, too. Now I knew he loved me enough to protect me, enough to make sure I learned how to be a man like him.

Suddenly, I realized something else. I was totally comfortable in her arms. I turned my face to hers and asked, "May I kiss you?"

"Depends."

"On?"

"You intend to kiss your sister?"

"No." I shook my head, "I want to find out if Cher was right."

She unwrapped her arms from me and backed up a few inches. "What?" She asked.

"Isn't she the one that sang that song about you can tell about love because it's in their kiss?"

"And you want to kiss me to see if I love you?"

"Yes! Do you?"

She took my face in her hands and we kissed. She loved me! I felt all the things I knew had been missing with Donna, Mary, the librarian, the teachers, everyone else.

The kiss ended and she laughed. "Why are you laughing?" I asked.

"Someday our kids will ask where we were the first time we kissed. We have to tell them we were in a cemetery!" We both laughed and kissed a few more times.

As we walked back to her VW van I asked, "So, will you carry the flags next Saturday?"

"I've wanted to carry the flags with you and honor Dad and his brothers for as long as I can remember. Of course, I'll do it!"

Our oldest child is now ten. Last year the box arrived and he helped me open it. He looked at me and asked, "Why don't we get more flags?"

This year we planted two hundred American flags in our cemetery. The first twenty-three were for Dad and his brothers. The rest were planted next to them to honor the men and women who gave their all in our service. We also planted a tiny flag with a pink ribbon attached next to the flag at Dad's grave. We tell the stories of Dad's brothers and Dad. We read the names of their brothers. Our son and our two daughters get all dressed up for that Saturday.



Memorial Day



Author's note: this continues the adventure with Laura and Alan. Some is true, much is fiction. It is meant to be for reading enjoyment. If reading about rape unduly upsets you, please read no farther. In no way do I endorse rape or abusing women, people who engage in that activity should be removed from society. I only include this in the story to indicate what might happen when things go horribly wrong. 






The winter went slow and the bad weather kept us indoors more than we wanted, central Indiana is not the winter wonderland that states further north or in the mountainous areas can brag about. It would snow then partially thaw then refreeze to sheets of ice that even made walking dangerous. We didn't get together with Alan much during that time; mostly he was working to get his finances back together.

Finally in late April spring made its appearance, the grass turned green overnight and the trees changed from black dead to budding leaves and splashes of color. Any color other than gray looked like a rainbow by then.

By May the temperature seemed to suggest that summer was indeed just around the corner, even the rain that managed to show up every 4 or 5 days appeared to have warmed.

Alan came by one Sunday afternoon and said that he was actually there to talk to Laura, and that he really needed to run something by her and then possibly ask for a favor. When she returned from grocery shopping, I volunteered to unload the car and put the things away so she could talk to Alan privately.

It seemed that the two friends, Stan and Fred, who were actually brothers, had stopped by when Laura was helping Alan unpack boxes during a move last winter. They had been asking when Alan would bring his hot looking girl friend over so they could apologize properly after making asses of themselves the first time they had met her.

I had helped Alan move all his possessions to a downstairs apartment so he could save money after going through an especially nasty divorce. The move was during the worst storm of the winter. After we got all his belongings to his new apartment, I had gone home to get Laura who had prepared a meal to take there. Somehow I had convinced Laura that it would be a good joke for her to show up wearing nothing but a long winter coat and boots for her feet. I was to take her clothes in a separate bag, but had convientely left it at home. Laura spent the afternoon and evening at Alan's new apartment completely naked, which was by the way the first time he had ever seen her totally nude. Later I went out to get a bottle of Grand Mariner at a liquor store and to pick up Laura's clothes at our house. I took Laura's coat and boots along with me, to add a little adventure to the situation. The weather had gotten so bad that when I made it to our house, I realized it would be foolhardy driving any farther. I was forced to leave Laura naked at my friend's home overnight.

The next day, both of them naked, finished unpacking and Alan only dressed late in the afternoon when he took the broken down boxes to the garage.

Shortly after that, while Alan was still dressed, the two brothers showed up unexpectedly on their snowmobiles. They had been drinking and when they saw Laura stark naked, they wanted a little more than just a look.

Alan told them that she was his new girl friend and that she was naked as a gift for him. He and Laura both thought the truth of who she was and why she was there naked was more than they wanted to try to explain. When the two brothers tried to manhandle Laura, Alan stepped in and told them in no uncertain terms that they were not welcome there acting like that to "his woman." They left apologizing for their actions.

Alan had never explained that Laura was really my wife, so they naturally assumed that they were still a couple. Thus was the reason Alan needed to talk to Laura and the favor he was asking was would Laura pose as his date at a little get-together while they watched the Indy 500 on their new big screen TV. He reassured us that no one we knew would be there and that he could even invite me along as their her mutual friend.

I had never met them and Laura had only seen them the one time while she was naked, so we were a little reluctant to participate in this charade. Alan reassured us that she was not expected to take off her clothes and that both he and I would be there to watch after her. After a bit of talking we relented and agreed to let her be "his woman" for the day.

When the day came, it was truly the official start of summer, the sun was warm, and the sky was so blue it hurt your eyes. The forecast said it would be in the mid 80's with only occasional puffy fair weather clouds. Things could not have been better.

Laura dressed in a sexy little sundress that came to just above her knees, the top was cut low like a halter so it could be worn either with or without a bra. It accentuated her ample cleavage beautifully. Laura chose to go without a bra, her full D breasts filling the top deliciously. The movements when she walked made all too clear there was no additional support. Her nipples made little tents in the soft material. If you looked really close, in the bright sunlight, you could see the outline of the dark areolas. Under the skirt she wore the tiniest of silk lace bikini panties. Watching her dress, I felt pangs of jealously knowing that Laura would play the part of his "date" fully, she would try her best to get Alan turned on. I could imagine Alan responding and touching her in intimate ways. The idea was after all to convince the two brothers that they were lovers. I would rather have just pulled her clothes off and spent the day naked making love to her in the warm sunshine. It was not easy turning my sexy wife over to another man, even though the thought of them intimate excited my imagination. 

Alan came by to pick her up and when he saw her I could see his mind remember back to the day and night she had spent with him totally naked. He tried unsuccessfully to, Laura's delight, to hide his growing erection. Knowing that she had that effect on him made her tease him with her body that much more.

We thought that it would be more believable if they arrived first together and that I would stop by later. Also they would leave sometime later after I left. I was supposed to only know Laura through Alan.

When Alan and Laura arrived they found Stan and Fred had invited three other guys and they all seemed cut from the same mold, rather rough and tumble country boys not the brightest bulbs on the Christmas tree, but not really rapist or serial killers or so they thought. None of them had brought a date, a fact not missed by Laura, she being the only woman there. She now wished that she had worn just a little bit more, but it was too late to change her mind now.

Stan and Fred did make a gallant try to apologize to Laura as soon as she walked up to them. She was touched by their embarrassed looks; these were not boys who normally said they were sorry about anything. Laura was impressed that they valued Alan's friendship enough to humble themselves in front of their other friends. Maybe she had jumped to the wrong opinion of them earlier. She accepted their apology and on her tip toes, gave each a quick kiss on their cheeks. She felt her breasts brush their chests as she leaned toward them and a quick thrill went through her that made her nipples harden. Neither of the men missed how her dress showed off the effect, their eyes focused on her chest.

There was enough to feed a small army, they had gone to a local grocery deli and it seemed they had bought one of each kind of food tray. 

There were both cans and bottles of beer iced in coolers and a half keg in a tub in case they ran short. They had bought a 4-liter box of white Zinfandel just in case Laura wanted wine, (not really classy, but it was the thought that counts.)

The modest frame house was well cared for and surprisingly neat and clean. Laura would never have guessed that these two lived there. The house sat at the end of a crushed gravel lane that wove nearly a half-mile between fully mature oak trees. The front was shaded and the back wrap around deck opened to a lawn of at least 2 acres that sloped to a small lake that was formed from damming a small stream. They said that their property was just over 40 acres in all and that they enjoyed having the space and privacy. The place was actually quite beautiful, in a rural sort of way.

Laura got herself a glass of wine and watched a heated game of horseshoes between the six men. The race would start in about a half hour. The warm weather and the wine quickly put her at ease. She thought how it was a pleasant way to spend such a beautiful day. 

I arrived about an hour after Alan and Laura, and was introduced to the two men who had seen my wife completely naked a few months previously. They didn't particularly impress me, except for their size; I guess I was a bit prejudiced, but with beer in hand I was determined to make it an enjoyable day. I greeted Laura as a friend and gave her a light kiss on the cheek. She whispered that everything was cool and she was enjoying herself. I whispered back that I really wanted to fuck her. She gave me a gentle elbow in the gut and told me to behave myself or she would have to tell Alan, her "date." Her eyes twinkled as, smiling, she walked to him and snuggled against his side. He reached down and playfully squeezed her ass cheeks.

The race broadcast started and we all watched the opening ceremonies, listened to the prayers, the national anthem and the traditional "Back Home Again in Indiana" sung by Jim Nabors, aka Gomer Pyle. The first few laps went by and the race soon lost out to horseshoes and beer. Laura's glass was never empty and she quickly was more intoxicated than she realized.

Fred had been showing off his new video camera and was shooting quite a lot of Laura's actions. Especially when she would lean over to pick up the horseshoes or run after one that rolled away. Laura was not particularly careful how she waved the hem of the dress and it didn't take much to catch a flash of lace panties as she playfully spun around.

She was playing up her belonging to Alan, teasing him with her body and making some not too subtle grabs for his crotch. He in turn played with her ass and kissed her repeatedly. I actually was enjoying the show, watching Alan try keeping her in control. I must admit I had a difficult time adjusting my hard-on, but I noticed that watching Laura, the others were having the same problem too.

The three other guests were sitting with me while Stan, Fred, Alan and Laura played another rowdy game of horse shoes. The conversation quickly focused on Laura and how hot she looked. One of them remarked that he sure wished he could see her naked like Stan and Fred had claimed they had. I knew then that Laura had been the topic of conversation at some time previously, I wondered how often and what was said. I added that she sure filled that dress out well, and one of the others wondered what it would take to get her out of it. Another remarked what he wouldn't do to get a little of that. Another added he would like a lot of her, deep and on the end of his hard cock. They all laughed, I was not amused.

Laura came back from the game and plopped herself down on a chair showing leg up to her barely covered ass and pussy. This was not missed by Fred and he quickly had his camera out filming Laura. I could tell by the angle that he was zooming in on her spread legs hoping to get a clear shot of her crotch.

The sun was hot and everyone had worked up a bit of a sweat and Laura's dress top had dampened around her breasts. This just made the material more see through, so the view of her nipples became quite clear. 

One of the men suggested that we take a dip in the lake, but Laura quickly said that she had no suit and didn't want to be the only woman naked. There was a lot of reassuring that it didn't make any difference because some of them had already seen her naked anyway. I saw a flicker of realization on Laura's face that they all knew what had happened last winter. It quickly passed. She still wasn't going to be talked into stripping in front of these men, and quickly changed the subject. 

The race droned on and the alcohol flowed freely, for the most part other than a lot of looking, and subtle hints for Laura to take off her clothes, things stayed pretty uneventful.

When the race finally ended, I had a few seconds alone with Laura and told her that we should try to end the day before anything unplanned or unwanted happened. She was not thinking completely clear and indicated that she thought things were under control. She was not concerned about the video that was being shot of her, and had actually purposely "hammed it up" for the camera, "just to give the boys a little thrill." She promised that she would be careful and that she would leave just as soon as Alan wanted. 

Saying that I had other commitments, I said my thanks to the hosts and as I left caught Alan and told him that I thought he should follow me soon. He promised to be no more than an hour before he and Laura left too.

After I left, Alan mentioned that he should be going shortly also. Stan challenged him to a final round of horseshoes and they walked away from the house leaving Laura there with the others. Unseen to either Alan or Laura, Fred slipped a small white powder into Laura's wine as he refilled her glass yet again.

The pressure on Laura seemed to increase and when Fred started taping again, he suggested that Laura lower her top "just a little" so they could see her beautiful cleavage better. Always a tease and more than a little drunk, Laura pulled the top down to the edge of her nipples and leaned towards the camera giving them a great view. This got the watching men begging for "just a little more." She slowly lowered the top until first one then both nipples were showing. They were swollen hard from the alcoholic sexual teasing. She then gave them a quick flash of her bare tits for just a fast moment before she pulled the top back in place and told them that was all they were going to see. Exposing herself to these men made her pussy tingle like she had never felt before.

One of the men brought out a bottle of very good tequila and started passing out shots. Laura not thinking, switched to shots of the golden liquid.

After three fast shots, the camera came back out and she was prompted to show her breasts again. Feeling dizzy and her pussy tingling, this time the top was pulled down for her and she giggled that her nipples "just popped right out." She made no real effort to cover herself as the top was lowered to her waist as she took another shot with her breasts exposed; meanwhile all this was recorded on the video by Fred. Having success, they suggested that she show them her long legs and panties. More tingling and more dizziness and it wasn't long before she was lifting her dress showing her lace covered ass and pubic mound. To the chorus of requests that they could see them better if the dress came off, and with one holding her up, another quickly pulled the dress over her head and completely off. There she stood in just a pair of tiny silk lace panties and nothing else. She couldn't quite figure out what had happened to her clothes, but the tingle had turned into a full on buzz.

Her full heavy breasts with their hard erect nipples were now openly displayed. She made no effort to cover herself, but rather stood straight with her shoulders back displaying them even more. Playing to the camera, she cupped her breasts and pinched the nipples making them go from light brown to reddish blue. She licked the nipples and asked them if that was what they wanted to see. 

They told her that they wanted to see if she was shaved or if she had any hair down there. This was a meaningless question, the panties were sheer enough to see the shadow of her pubic hair, but their intention was to remove them.

In spite of the vibrator like buzz in her pussy, something deep inside her told her to go no farther so as best as she could she declined to strip completely. 

When they said that they just wanted to see if she was as beautiful as Stan and Fred had said. She was shocked with the realization that the story had gone around that she had been naked at Alan's when the two had stopped by there. And that she had not covered herself in their presence. She asked what else they had said about her and they told her that they heard that she had paraded around completely naked the whole time they were there and that they had both had an opportunity to check her naked body out completely. They said all they wanted was to see if she really looked as good naked as Fred and Stan and said she looked.

Laura was having trouble following all they were saying and when one of them walked up to her and kissed her passionately, against all her instincts, her body failed her and she began to kiss him back. She felt hands on her body and the touches triggered her sexual passions. She hardly realized that the hands belonged to one of the other men and that he was slipping her panties off, leaving her totally naked in front of Fred and the three friends. Fred was carefully filming everything, catching Laura completely naked and helpless with these men. They passed her from one to another, each kissing her and feeling over her body completely. Eight hands touched and probed every inch of her body, They lifted and squeezed her firm full breasts pinched and sucked her swollen nipples sending shocks of exotic pain through her body. They stuck their fingers in her sopping pussy and probed her puckered asshole. She lost track of when there was a finger inside her or if it was someone's tongue probing and sucking at her pussy lips and swollen sensitive clit. She knew she was being taken against her will, but her body was responding to their animal sexual manipulations and she was too drunk to stop them.

One of them dropped his pants and Laura felt herself being bent over as his giant phallus was directed to her mouth. She found herself facing a cock that looked more like the handle end of a baseball bat. Its reddish purple swollen head leaked precum as he smeared the sticky drippings across her lips. As one held her hands, he forced the head into her mouth and pushed it down her throat. She gagged and fought to breathe which only made him thrust it deeper until her nose was in his pubic hair and his balls slapped against her chin. Just as she felt a retch from deep in her stomach, he pulled his cock out so she could catch a single ragged breath then he rammed it fully down her throat again and again. Tears streamed from her eyes and spit spilled from her mouth and nose. She prayed she wouldn't drown in her own saliva or suffocate unable to breathe. Another had removed his pants and was working his only slightly smaller cock into her soaked pussy. He was not gentle as he slammed into her, she felt as if she was being split open. She was now being raped on both ends while the whole grotesque performance was being recorded on video.

The men were highly aroused and it didn't take but the minimum of thrusts before they were spewing their spunk into her. First the one in her mouth groaned and shot a gigantic splurge in her mouth and down her throat. She swallowed to keep from drowning. He quickly pulled his cock out of her mouth and pulling her head back by her hair, aimed his second, third, and fourth ejaculation directly on her face. The one in her pussy buried his engorged erection deep within her and pumped his cum flooding her womb. 

As the first two finished, the other two took their places and continued their assault of the semi- conscious Laura. Fred first shoved his engorged cock in her pussy from the rear covering it with the fluids left from the previous fuck. He then went to her mouth started humping as if he was fucking her pussy, ramming his nasty cock savagely down her throat, barely letting her breathe. The other was taking hands full of cum that was flowing from her gaping pussy and was smearing it around and into her asshole shoving his fingers in and out of her puckered orifice. She could barely breathe, but when he savagely thrust his cock into her ass, she screamed in pain. The scream was cut off by Fred ramming his cock deep down her throat to where she couldn't breathe or even gag it back up. Her eyesight narrowed into tunnel vision as she struggled to remain conscious. It was only the pain of the savage attack on her mouth and ass that kept her fighting to stay awake.




Memorial Day



The exertions at her throat and the friction from her tight asshole sent both of them into climax nearly simultaneously. Fred pulled out and aimed at her face adding his spunk to that which was dripping from the previous load. He managed to shoot one good shot in her mouth as she gasped for breath. This she inhaled sending her into a fit of gagging and coughing. Cum flew from her mouth and nose as she struggled to breathe. The assault of her ass ended as he popped from her abused hole and spewed his cum over her butt cheeks and back. The last shot went into the still stretched opening of her ass. This too was recorded on tape. They then laid her spread out on the floor and took turns smearing the cum off their cocks over her face and into her gasping mouth. They each made sure that they all appeared naked with her on the video. They even took their now hardening cocks and slapped her face and breasts taunting her about what they had done and was about to do again. One of them even tried to piss on her but only managed a couple of dribbles across her face and mouth. They all laughed and taunted her as she choked and spit the acid fluid from her mouth.

Fred was trying to get the camera to one of the others and for a few seconds she was not the center of attention. For the short moment Laura was left alone, she realized that if her attack was to resume, she might not be able to survive. She staggered up and grabbed the half full bottle of tequila, and swinging it blindly connected with the head of one of her rapist. The solid blow knocked him to his knees where he fell face first to the hardwood floor. 

Her next swing shattered the bottle on Fred's face as he tried to lower the camera from his eye. He staggered backward with shards of glass sticking from his face.

Adrenalin flowing through her system she held the jagged remains of the bottle by the handle and told the two remaining men that if they made one move toward her, she would cut them open. Standing there with their pants around their ankles and their cocks shriveled, they shuffled back away from the cum covered woman.

Laura staggered as best she could out of the house and still naked ran toward Alan and Stan. She collapsed at Alan's feet as she reached him, unable to go further. 

Realizing what must have happened by her nakedness and the cum smeared on her face and running out of her ass and pussy and down her legs and back, Alan scooped her up into his arms and carried her to one of the chase lounges where he gently laid her down. Not realizing he had not dropped the horse shoe, he stormed into the house, and seeing two men trying to pull up their pants, he swung at the first connecting the steel with the jaw of the taller man. The crunch of bone guaranteed he would not stand and fight. He then turned to the second and as he tried to protect his face from the blow, the horseshoe crushed against his wrist splintering the bone cleanly. His scream was cut short as the next blow knocked out most of his teeth. He fell backward breaking a table with his fall. The third man seeing he was next, decided to run out the door bare assed, limp cock swinging uselessly between his legs. Fred sat bleeding from the glass in his face, rocking back and forth moaning that he was blind. The fourth man still lay face down where he fell with a growing pool of blood coming from his mouth and shattered nose.

Alan grabbed Laura's dress and went to her side. He found her sobbing where he left her. Gently he lifted her in his arms and put her still naked and dripping cum into his car.

He took her to his apartment and carried her naked to the bathroom where he gently bathed her in a warm tub of water. Feeling safe and comfortable being naked with him she gave him full access to her body. She never resisted as he inspected her closely and though bruised and tender she had no physical injuries internal or external. He checked her everywhere.

She asked him to leave her for a few minutes and when he hesitated to leave her, she pushed past him barely making it to the toilet where she vomited the alcohol and cum from her stomach. Crying she told him that she didn't want him to see her like this. Wiping the gore from her mouth and nose, he kissed her tenderly and told her that he was responsible for what happened and that he would make it up to her and to me for letting us down. He vowed that they would pay for their assault. He held her as she cried softly, naked in his arms.

Alan called me to come to get Laura and told me that there had been a problem.

When I arrived Laura was sitting on the couch in her torn dress, the only piece of clothing that she still had, ashen, but no longer crying she was more afraid of what I would do to Alan than what had happened to her. 

Together they told me what happened after I left, recreating the complete story from both their perspectives. I was livid at Alan and the rest of them, and also at myself for letting it happen. Laura came to Alan's defense and convinced me that she was also partially to blame. 

My next move was for revenge. Alan convinced me that he too wanted to seek vengeance for the rape of one he said he loved almost as much as I. 

Knowing that the law would look unfavorably on a married woman who was found naked with another man, and had drunkenly let four men talk her our of her clothes. The video would have looked like she was consenting until the very last, which could be easily edited in their favor. We decided to seek our own justice.

We knew from the description of their injuries that they were probably at the hospital, and now was the time to make our first payback.

We drove back to Stan and Fred's and as we thought, there was no one there. The house was open; they had left in a hurry. Blood and teeth were everywhere. A bloody horseshoe lay on the floor, Laura's panties lay bunched on one of the chairs. Working quickly, we accumulated everything flammable around the house. The only other thing I was looking for was the camera; I wanted to make sure they would never get to enjoy their video of that day. I found it and slipped it into my pocket. The tape would remain unseen for a long time.

We made sure that all the vehicles, only Stan's was gone, were parked close to the house. 

As we drove away, the sound of the propane tanks igniting was the last we heard.

By the time they returned, the house, garage, all the vehicles and even a pole building with their boat and snowmobiles, was reduced to a smoldering pile of rubble. It seemed so unfortunate that they had left an unattended barbeque grill when they left so quickly.

We worked smart and over the next five months the remaining rapist had unfortunate complete losses of their properties. No one else suspected who was to blame, but they knew. Two of them decided to relocate to other states; Stan and Fred were underinsured and lost the property, they were denied bankrupsy and had to set up payments for all their debts. It would take years to pay everyone back in addition to their medical bills.

Laura recovered and with a lot of love and understanding from both Alan and me, slowly she came back to her old self. We continued to explore our sexual adventures. That was one thing Laura refused to let them take away from either of us. We had worked too hard developing a trust between us. We were young and wanted to enjoy our freedom. Mistakes were made, forgiveness made us stronger, we learned, we went on.

You can never say things are the same, you can only go on, she is young and brave and determined to be strong. Our love for each other grows from that strength.



Memorial Day Barbeque Strip



A few weeks before Memorial Day Weekend I received a call from my friend Sam (Samantha) inviting me to a barbeque at her house Saturday afternoon of the holiday weekend. As with most of my friends Sam is aware of my habit for ending up naked, but she has only had the opportunity to see this happen once. That time was among friends and not in an overly public setting. Although she doesn't doubt my adventures she made it known that she would at sometime like to see me in action. Sam explained that her barbeque would be adults only and her backyard was such that although not completely private it is somewhat secluded and her neighbors would all be in attendance that day.

Sam has confided in me that the thought of exposing parts of her body or being naked in public is something she has fantasies about but could never do in reality. She is very cute, just about 5'2" and 32B-22-33. I have never seen her topless but her boobs are very perky and she can easily go braless if she chose to do so. She is a brunette who keeps it short but sexy with brown eyes. Sam although on the shorter side has great legs and often wears miniskirts but never without panties. So it seems that Sam would like me to liven up the party by somehow losing my clothes. She said she has told most of her guests about her exhibitionist friend at some point, but she has not told them her naked friend is coming to the barbeque. She just said her friend Nikki is coming and she wants me to devise a plan and put it into effect at the party.

I suggested arriving shortly after everyone else and walking in naked but Sam wanted me to prolong it and build up to total nakedness. Being the attention whore that I am I loved this idea because I could try and keep the attention on me throughout the barbeque. I love to tease and flash so I was looking forward to this party. My idea was to arrive dressed in typical summer wear and after a little while appear to accidentally flash a little and then slowly begin losing articles of clothing. I wanted to be sure I ended up totally naked in time to spend a few hours that way before the barbeque ended. After many outfit changes, checking myself in the mirror to see how each outfit looked, how revealing it was and how easy it would be to "accidentally" flash I made my choice.

This would be a rare occasion because I was going to wear panties which I rarely do anymore. My outfit would consist of a button-down blouse with a miniskirt and panties. The blouse and skirt were both made of lightweight material. The skirt was a very pale blue with buttons down the front which I would wear with the bottom two buttons open so that the skirt would open to expose more legs when walking or sitting. The blouse was white which would be worn with only two buttons buttoned and I would tie it at the waist. 

I chose a nearly sheer navy blue thong and wore no bra which allowed my areola and nipples to show faintly through my blouse. I saw that in the right light the thong was slightly noticeable through the skirt especially in the back and when I sat I could easily give a flash of my thong without being overly obvious.

The skirt was not one of my shortest but it did end about 6 inches above my knees and I showed a good amount of leg with four buttons closed.

I was anxious for Saturday because the thought of teasing and flashing a group of strangers, both male and female excited me. I would arrive at the party looking pretty much like any other female at a barbeque but as the day progressed I would show more and more of myself. I didn't tell Samantha what I planned to do but I said that her guests should see a lot more of me by the end of the party. I seem to end up naked rather quickly anymore and so this will be a treat for me and will certainly keep me and hopefully many others aroused. I arrived at Sam's and could see when she looked me up and down that she was a bit disappointed by my somewhat conservative attire. 

"Nikki, so glad you made it." Sam said followed by a kiss on the cheek.

"I was kind of expecting to see more of you." 

"I expect you will see more if your sure everyone will be alright with it." 

"A few know about your hobby and everyone else I know will love it." Sam said with a grin.

" You could go put your clothes in the bedroom and come outside naked."

" Thanks Sam but then it will all end too soon, I want to make this last." I said with a sly grin.

Sam took me outside to the patio where there were a about 6 or 7 people sitting around chatting. There were two couples or were neighbors of Sam's, a female friend of hers from work and a couple of guys she introduced as friends from her college days. I was told there were another half dozen or so people coming, a few females and the rest guys. The backyard was as I remembered it, not secluded but not wide open either. I took notice of where the sun was so I could be sure and stand where it would work to my advantage. Not long after my arrival the rest of the guests had arrived and everyone was busy chatting, eating and drinking. I took notice of a few people who kept checking me out, one a very pretty Asian babe with medium length black hair. She was wearing a short skirt showing a nice pair of legs and a halter top accentuating a nice chest. 

I caught her looking at me and she made her way over to me.

"I'm Tian, You must be Nikki?"

"Yes I am." 

"You're the one that likes to be naked?"

'Yep, whenever I can."

"I'd like to see that, sometime." She said with a sexy grin

I was surprised how this babe was hitting on me and wondered if Sam had told her I'm Bi. Now I knew there was someone else other than Sam that would be watching me throughout the day. The afternoon was enjoyable and I managed to start getting the attention of a few of the guys. I had moved over to a spot where the sun was behind me and I knew that the dark color of my thong and my areola would be quite visible through my skirt and blouse. As I had my back to everyone I undid another button on my blouse. Now the only closed button just below my breasts and the tails tied together were holding my blouse closed. I also opened another button on the bottom of my skirt so a lot of leg would show when I sat down.

I saw almost immediately that the newly opened buttons did not go unnoticed, which caused my nipples to stiffen. It was time to up my game a bit and so I chose a seat across from Tian, Sam and a few others and sat down careful not to show anything. I saw how they watched my legs as I sat probably looking to catch a glimpse of panties. I made sure to cross and uncross my legs to keep everyone's attention. 

After a bit I excused myself and as I was getting up I allowed my legs to open just enough to give all those looking a glimpse of my sheer thong. I went in to Sam's bedroom and removed my thong, leaving it on her nightstand. I opened another button on my skirt so now there was just three buttons holding my skirt together. I stopped by the small bar and made myself a vodka and cranberry before going back to join the others. I had my drink in my hand so when I went to sit I wasn't able to hold my skirt. I could tell by the wide eyed look on Tian, Sam and the others that were facing me they saw I was now bare under my skirt. 

I don't even think they noticed the tops of my breasts that were exposed as I bent forward to sit. After being sure my lack of panties was noticed by most everyone I crossed my legs which hid my shaved cunt but left lots of bare leg exposed. Sam was smiling as she looked at me with my breasts almost falling out of my blouse and my skirt baring my legs just short of my hairless pussy. It seemed the guys and Tian were all mesmerized watching closely in hopes of getting another glimpse up my skirt.

I kept crossing one leg over the other occasionally giving everyone a look between my legs while still having it seem accidental. I had everyone's attention and I was loving it and so I continued to tease for a bit longer. I was not only enjoying myself flashing but also looking at the gorgeous legs of Tian in her short skirt. There was no doubt there was a mutual attraction between us. I had never really been hit on as I was by Tian during our initial meeting. I was still going to follow through with my plan and hoped Tian would appreciate it.

My glass was sweating in the heat of the day as the ice melted. I moved the glass to me lips taking a sip and then ran my tongue over my lips as Tian watched. I lowered the glass and let it touch my blouse which left a wet spot right on my left nipple. It wasn't until I repeated it on my right nipple that everyone noticed my blouse had become almost transparent. My nipples and areola were clearly visible now. I was going to feign embarrassment but I doubted anyone would believe it. 

It looked to me like my wet blouse had caused Tian's nipples to pop and push against her halter top. Maybe it was wishful thinking on my part but I hoped it was more than that. I uncrossed my legs letting them part just enough to allow everyone another look before pressing my legs together. The attention from everyone was exciting me and I was ready to lose my clothes but I forced myself to prolong it a bit more. Tian didn't take her eyes off of me, she kept looking at my bare legs and up to my nipples visible through my blouse. The heat of the day was starting to dry the wet spots on my blouse.

I needed to do something so I made like there was a bee near me (I really am afraid of bees) and made a quick move with my hand ( the one holding the glass with my vodka and cranberry) to scare it away. This of course caused some of my drink to spill on my blouse. The cranberry juice had been diluted by the vodka and melted ice but it still made a nice stain on my white blouse. I got up giving everyone a nice look at my bare pussy and made my way into the house and into the bathroom.

Sam followed me into the bathroom as I looked down at my blouse. Sam of course told me I should take the blouse off so she could spray some stain remover on it and wash it out. I untied the tails and undid the sole button holding my blouse closed. I took the blouse off and handed it to Sam.

" You have something I can put on while I wait for my blouse?"

"Nikki, don't tell me that my normally naked friend has gotten shy?"

"No, of course not Sam, Just didn't want to offend any of your guests."

"You will only offend them if you don't end up naked, and I think Tian is more anxious than anyone for you to lose your clothes." Sam said with a wink and a giggle.

Samantha wanted to go out before me so she could see the reaction of everyone when I walked back outside topless. I gave it a minute or so and checked myself in the mirror. My nipples were erect and I pulled and tweaked each one before heading back outside. Everyone was facing away from the door when I walked out except for Sam.

"You look more comfortable now Nikki." Sam said

Sam's words got everyone's attention and they all turned toward the door as I walked out in my skirt and sandals.

"Wow" said a man's voice

"You live up to your nickname." Tian said with a cute little laugh

"What nickname?" asked one of Sam's neighbors

"Nearly naked babe" Sam told him

"Oh my God, you're the one Sam told us about that gets naked all the time."

"Yes, that's me." I said trying to contain my excitement.

"I've read some of your stories and didn't think they could be for real." Sam's neighbor Lisa said.

I was in my glory and from the way my nipples were standing out I think everyone could tell I was loving the attention. I casually walked back over to my chair and sat down. There wasn't much conversation at first as everyone as everyone just looked at me sitting there, I moved to cross my legs and gave a flash which caused Tian to smile. The conversation began to flow again and everyone began asking me questions about my nude adventures. It seemed that everyone couldn't understand how I could be the only naked person someplace and not be embarrassed. I explained that I am more comfortable naked than I am wearing clothes and I am not ashamed or embarrassed but actually very turned on in those situations.

"I can see that." Tian said smiling once again.

I looked down at my stiff nipples then took each one between my thumb and index finger rolling them then pulling on them just enough to make them stand out a little more. I looked at Tian and she looked me right in the eyes as she sensuously slid her tongue over her lips making them glisten. I don't have much experience with being hit on by females but I was hoping Tian was doing just that. I'm always excited when I'm flashing, topless or fully naked in public. Today there was a heightened level of excitement for me and Tian was the cause. 

I wasn't sure how much longer I would be able to resist the urge to bare all. I myself find it sexy when a female is topless wearing jeans or a skirt, something other than a bikini bottom. I was hoping the others including Tian would feel the same way. I gave a little flash of my bare pussy when I got up to get a fresh drink. I gave another flash when I sat back down. In my mind I decided I would just wait a bit longer before I decided how I would lose my skirt. In the meantime there was food on the grill again and I made my way down off the deck onto the patio in just my skirt and sandals. 

Tian made sure she stayed pretty close to me and I was happy about it. I didn't know what would happen but I certainly knew what I hoped would happen. My nipples would have made it impossible for me to hide my excitement, but I was happy for everyone to see them fully erect. After eating I wanted to take a stroll out around the yard, so I went back up onto the deck and found Sam.

"Sam, I wanted to go take a walk around the yard. Do you think I need to put my top on?"

"Nikki, I told you that whatever you wear or don't wear is fine with everyone." Sam said reassuring me.

Now I of course didn't need any reassurance I was just playing my little game for the sake of her guests. So off I went walking out into the backyard topless, my boobs bouncing enough to keep everyone's attention. The backyard was pretty deep and I took my time walking around enjoying the sun on my bare breasts and everyone watching me. I was hoping Tian would come out and join me but she didn't. Maybe I was reading something into the looks she was giving me that really wasn't there. 

I returned to the deck after my walk and sat down to finish my drink. We spent another 30 minutes or so chit chatting and then I heard Sam call me from inside. She was just at the far side of the kitchen near the entrance to the hallway leading to the bathroom and the bedrooms.

"What's up?" 

"Anything I can do to help you?" I asked

"No, Just wondering if you were going to a you know, lose your skirt?" Sam asked shyly

" Well if you want me to you know I will. I planned on doing it but I was trying to tease a bit."

" I think you've teased everyone enough." I heard a voice say from behind me.

I turned around and saw Tian standing there smiling. She walked slowly towards me and I turned to face her. Her hands went toward the waist of my skirt and she deftly undid the few buttons holding it together and soon my skirt was in her hands. 

"I'll take those sandals too please." Tian said with a devious but sexy smile.

I kicked off my sandals and Tian took them along with my skirt. I didn't know where she put them but maybe she had seen my panties and blouse in the bedroom and put them all together. Tian walked back into the kitchen, took my hand and led me out to the deck. There was silence as everyone realized I was now bare ass naked. 



I have always said that reliving my adventures while writing them out to post excites me nearly as much as when I actually do it. This one is no exception and because everyone seems to want details I have to be honest. I hope this doesn't offend anyone but I am listening to all of the feedback I get about the adventures I post. I spend most of my time naked at home and so I am naked when I write out my adventures. Many times I find myself needing to stop because I get so excited I need to masturbate or I would never get anything done. 

So I am stopping here because this adventure is too long to be one part. Also because my pussy is aching for attention and I need to grab my pocket rocket or rabbit while proofreading this part and make myself cum so I can continue.

As always your e-mails and comments, good or bad and your votes are always welcome. 

To be continued

Hugs to all

Nikki