by Ndenyal
What do you do when the Program threatens to enmesh a high school’s teenagers in its lascivious and humiliating sexual activities? Simple: call in the Marines! The few, the proud, the Marines. Keeping family and personal honor intact. Our heros learn about what happens when incompatible moral codes clash and different forms of authority oppose each other. Can they abide by the moral codes they learned, growing up in a Marine family environment, to both respect authority while maintaining their morals and dignity? (Reading Kevin and Denise first will provide context; also there are spoilers to K&D in this story.)
This story is published as adult entertainment and contains material of an explicit, sexual nature.
If such materials offend you, please do not read any further.
All characters and events portrayed in this story are completely fictional;
any semblance to real people or events is entirely coincidental.
The author does not necessarily endorse any of the activities described.
This story may not be reproduced or published in any form for profit without the written permission of the author.
Copyright © 2015 Seems Ndenyal. All Rights Reserved.
Chapter 1
“Roger, the major thing you have to remember is not to directly face Nakaya so he can get the full use of both of his arms at once. He’s extremely strong. When he takes hold of your gi, get your own arms up under his so he can’t pull down and in and get leverage. And keep him from pulling you into his chest—use your arms to turn his torso away from the direction he tries to twist.”
Roger Denison was in the locker room, getting some final advice from his coach while dressing for his judo match; suddenly his dad burst into the room.
“Son, she won!”
“She did? Fantastic! How’d they decide the winner? Must have been on the penalties, right?”
“No, it wasn’t; right after you had to leave to get ready for your own match, the officials asked for a rematch since they both had a yuko [partial point]. They wanted a clean decision, so they didn’t use the penalties. Cindy won the rematch with an ippon [full point] after about 90 seconds! The first match must have tired out her opponent and you know how Cindy’s got such great conditioning. So she won the gold for the U.S. in women’s lightweight.”
“Awesome! I wish I could have stayed to see it.”
“I know,” his dad said, “but you need to get yourself ready now; you’re up in about five minutes.”
Roger’s upcoming match was for the bronze in the men’s middleweight division; he had been competing against a very strong international field. Over the years, the U.S. had won very few medals in international judo competitions and now there was a possibility that an American brother and sister would each medal in their individual events.
While Roger was finishing his preparations for his match, his thoughts turned to his 17-year-old high school senior twin sister. With her fiery red hair that matched her personality, Cynthia Denison was a consummate athlete. In addition to her world-class judo skills, she loved basketball and played on the girls’ varsity team; at 5'10" and weighing 118 pounds, she was not a big girl, but she was absolutely fearless. Her aggression, fast reflexes, long arms, and strong legs made her an effective power forward and she was equally good on offense and defense.
Roger mused about his own athleticism. He was a swimmer and his best events were the butterfly and breast stroke; he held the state record in the butterfly. His athletic build, a broad chest and long arms, 6'3" height and 195 pound weight, allowed him to propel himself through the water like a sprinter runs on land. He shared his sister’s red hair (there was some Irish blood in the family’s Scottish heritage) but Roger was the younger by just two minutes, a fact which she never let him forget.
But their best sport was judo. Their dad was a Marine. Master Gunnery Sergeant Stuart Denison was now his battalion’s operations chief NCO and his specialty was personal combat. While he was growing up, Roger reflected, he saw how his dad would train his troops in hand-to-hand combat and, at a very young age, he and his sister began to wrestle each other, trying to mimic what they saw, and their father took note. He began to coach them in performing some basic combat moves and noticed that their longer arms, which they had even as kids, would be an advantage in judo, so he took their lessons into that direction.
By the twins’ preteen years, Roger recalled, he and his sister were becoming extremely proficient and had begun to win local and regional judo competitions. The fact that they received much of their early training in Japan, working with some of the best judoka in the world, contributed to their successes as the siblings blossomed in their judo skills. It was in Japan, especially during their father’s second tour there, that they developed the discipline and techniques that allowed them to progress rapidly in the junior ranks, and by age 15, the siblings had achieved international rankings.
The Denison family had arrived in Tokyo in late January with the other members of the U.S. Judo Team to compete in the International Judo Federation’s world championship tournament. They were met at Narita by a bus provided by the sponsors and driven to the Citadines Shinjuku Hotel where they were to stay.
After checking in, they had a free day before the two days of pre-competition training began. Sarah Denison, the twins’ mom, had a sister, Ellen Carter, who lived in Tokyo with her husband Richard, who was an engineer with a major electronics firm. Being childless after several years of trying to have a baby, they had adopted a six-year-old Japanese girl, Ayame Asano. They registered the adoption with the U.S. embassy and thus ensured that she had U.S. citizenship. The twins’ uncle and aunt wanted to allow their adopted daughter to keep her cultural identity, so they didn’t change her Japanese surname. Ayame was now sixteen years old but her parents, both being Americans, wanted to give her the option of going to college in the U.S., avoiding the necessity of her having to take the grueling Japanese college entrance examinations.
The Carter family met the Denisons at their hotel and the twins got to see their cousin once again after about four years of separation. Stuart had been on two tours in Japan, one beginning when the cousins were just over seven years old and another when they were eleven. Although Ayame was about four months younger than Cynthia and Roger, she was at the equivalent educational level; she had completed her high school requirements and had already been accepted at several U.S. colleges. She would be spending the balance of her final high school year going to the twins’ school and either visiting those colleges or meeting with their representatives to make her final decision.
While the older folks were visiting, the teens took the opportunity to spend a few hours together and got to renew their friendship. They had become fast friends during the years that they were together and found that they still cared for each other very much—and it gave the twins the opportunity to practice their Japanese, which had become fairly rusty. And Ayame needed work on her English.
Ayame bounced into the room the twins were sharing. “Let’s go to onsen. I saw they have here.”
Cynthia asked, “Well, do they allow suits there? I won’t go to a naked onsen. Remember, I didn’t when we were little.”
“Iie, here doesn’t allow bathing suits—but there’s men side and women side, not together,” Ayame remarked.
“No, I don’t care for that regardless. Why not go to the pool?”
“Hai, I do that with you,” Ayame agreed. “I go to my room and change.”
Together again, the trio walked from their rooms to the hotel pool and took off their robes. Cynthia looked at Ayame.
“Oh, I haven’t seen a suit like that before. It covers you all up! Don’t you wear a two-piece? That looks like an old-lady type bathing suit!”
“Cindy, I do not let boys see my body; ashamed at burn scars. Please, not like talking about that, yo ne? Let’s just go in pool.”
They soaked for a while and discussed their lives during the four years they hadn’t seen each other. When they got out, Ayame was excited to show the siblings her new toy.
“Look at something—father’s company makes test keitai and gives one that works in U.S. too. Have when go home with you. You know how makes all cute electronics things for Japanese teens? Look at one here.”
She pulled a tiny device out of her backpack; it was the size of large wristwatch.
“Keitai?” asked Cynthia. “Ah, a cell phone. It’s a prototype?”
“Hai. That’s the word. This has wrist band to wear like watch or wear on necklace too. It has bluetooth and GPS and obeys voice. Sore ga reikyaku sa rete imasen ne?”
“Huh? Didn’t get that,” Roger said.
“Gomen nasai... sorry... still get used to English. Said, ‘Isn’t it cool?’ Father says it soon comes to the U.S. but not for year or more. He won’t let me use itself alone though—says must have regular phone and just use this as backup.”
“Crazy!” Cindy remarked. “It’s like a comic book secret communicator—or like that Star Trek walkie-talkie thingie.”
They played with the device for a few minutes before the conversation turned to more pressing topics like the judo tournament and what U.S. high school life was like.
The next day they had to get back to work and the team went to the tournament site, the Tokyo Metropolitan Gymnasium, where they would spend two days for their final training before the competition began.
This was the twins’ first world championship match and Cynthia had just won the gold medal in her weight division while Roger was battling for the bronze in his class, one of the most competitive weight classes in judo. His opponent, Shozo Nakaya, a Japanese fourth dan, had won the bronze medal at the last competition and was a highly experienced judoka at 29 years of age.
While dressing in his judogi—he had been assigned the blue gi for this match—Roger mused that after watching Nakaya in an earlier match, he thought that his own longer arms and great upper body strength would give him a slight advantage over the other’s experience. But he knew that he must never let his guard down. Then his coach came in and began going over his final instructions and that’s when Roger learned about his sister’s victory. Now the PA system came to life and announced the match for the bronze medal.
Roger, his coach, and his dad entered the competition area where his dad wished him good luck and joined his family in the seating area. Roger looked over at Nakaya who gazed back at him serenely, exhibiting enormous confidence as he moved his shoulders back and forth, loosening his muscles. Roger let his face settle into an impassive expression as they bowed to each other; then the referee started the match.
In the first two minutes, they traded waza-ari [half-point] throws but made no other score. Then, about thirty seconds later, Roger saw an opening that his longer reach gave him. Nakaya had briefly turned to face him while backing out of his own arms’ reach and momentarily dropped his left arm slightly. Roger instantly grabbed his opponent’s shoulders and twisted into a morote seoinage [two arm shoulder] throw, pulling Nakaya over in an ippon. Apparently Nakaya had forgotten about Roger’s greater reach and had dropped his guard. With the throw, Roger won the match.
When Roger bowed and left the mats, his family swarmed around him.
Cindy grabbed him in a bear hug. “Wow, Rog, that was a totally classic throw! You had perfect form and I don’t believe how you got inside his guard so fast!”
“Yeah, Cindy, he forgot my ape-arms! He’s got short arms but his chest is like a barrel. When he threw me first I thought I was in trouble—his arms are like steel bands. I was able to partly twist so I landed on my feet first and not my back so he only got the half-point. But you—you did it! You took gold! You’re fantastic, you know, big sister.”
Stuart grabbed Roger’s hand. “Son, that was an outstanding match. How’s it feel to be among one of the best in the world?”
“Dad, feels great, but I’m even happier for Cindy and for you, too. This must be awesome for you to have your kids—you trained us since we could barely walk—get to this point.”
“Yeah, son, that it does. You know, now your judo dojo will have to pay you guys a higher instructor rate!” he joked.
“You kids are the greatest—so now, what are you planning for an encore? The Olympics in two years?” their mom asked.
Cindy responded, “Well, we still haven’t decided that. We’ll be in college in the fall and you know how much I love basketball. And with that full-ride athletic scholarship—Rog’s too—we just can’t decide yet. Judo is getting hard on the joints and I’m not sure about whether I can do both that and basketball.”
“Whatever you kinds want is just fine with Mom and me,” their dad said. “You both achieved the goals that you set for yourselves in judo and you know what we’ve always taught you—to keep looking forward to your next goals; never take your eyes off of your objective. That’s the sure road to success in whatever you choose to do.”
The Denisons really enjoyed the awards ceremony with all of its ceremonial pomp, after all, they were a Marine family and ceremonies to mark achievements were part of their culture. The U.S. team, however, was in the middle of the pack in the overall tournament standings, as was typical for them, and the Denison twins were its only members to win a medal.
Back at the hotel the evening before they were to fly back to the States, Sarah, the siblings’ mom, looked up from her computer tablet.
“Listen to this: I’m looking at the February monthly high school email newsletter to parents and in it they’re talking about making the locker rooms and rest rooms unisex for next year.”
Stuart looked up sharply. “What! What’s all that about?”
“It says that it’s for when the Naked in School Program is started, honey.”
“Oh, that idiocy. They’re still going ahead with that? Remember when we got that letter and consent form from the high school last fall asking for permission to have our children participate? We marked the form to say we refuse permission. Sent a letter too. Did I tell you that General Markus issued an order around then saying that no Marine parent was to permit their children to do the Program? He said that having a child in the Program and getting involved with public nudity in that way would bring dishonor to the Marine’s family and therefore to the Marine. You know that the whole idea is warped... I didn’t pay any attention to why they were doing such a stupid thing, this Program, anyway. Do you remember what it’s supposed to be about—why they’re doing it?”
“Let’s see, I need to read the article further. Yes, here’s a summary. It says, ‘The Naked in School Program is a federally mandated cultural education program and completing it is required for high school graduation. All students will be required to spend one week naked during their assigned week and remain naked whenever they are at school or at any school-sponsored activity. According to the federal law which requires that high schools run it, the Program has been carefully designed to help students become more comfortable with their bodies and their sexualities, to treat others in natural balance as both individual people and sexual beings, to learn to harness their natural energies, and to behave in a more mature and morally conscious manner. By having teens becoming more comfortable with their bodies and sexualities, their sexual tensions will be diminished. Thus the Program gives teens a great opportunity for rapid personal growth.’ Wow, what a bunch of psychological BS that explanation is!”
Stuart made a disgusted noise. “Yeah. No wonder the general issued that order. Doing that can be humiliating—even obscene. He’s right—taking part would definitely be a dishonorable thing to do.”
“Well, I guess Cyn and I won’t have to worry about it then since we’ll be graduating in a few months; if they’re just getting around to making the facilities unisex during the summer, it’ll begin after we’re gone,” Roger said.
“I wonder why they’re making unisex facilities,” their mom continued, “forcing all the kids to be naked together. Maybe it’s because of the general’s order. I think that maybe twenty percent of the kids in the high school have parents who work on the base and about ten percent have a Marine parent. If the Marine family kids don’t participate, and a lot of other kids opt out too, maybe they want to get all the kids nude together somehow even if they aren’t in the Program. What a dumb waste of money that will be.”
Cynthia frowned. “Yeah. Geez, I hate that awful idea. I could never let myself be taken advantage of like I heard they make the Program kids do. It’s not just modesty. It’s not right to allow sex in public and also being forced to be nude around lots of clothed people is simply a form of public humiliation. I don’t see how parents could make their kids do it if their child didn’t want to.”
“Well, I feel the same way about it too, Cyn. It’s good that it won’t be starting until next term and we won’t be there, because I don’t see how there could be any learning in school with naked kids running around. Think of the distractions!” Roger commented.
“Hey, Rog, now don’t tell me that you never visited San Onofre Beach to watch the nude girls since they allow nudity there again now. It’s just off the base,” Stuart grinned.
“No, sir, I never bothered. I wouldn’t want to strip off myself. I don’t think any of the girls I know go to the nude part of the beach, either. I know some guys who surf there but not near the nude area and they’ve never said anything about the nudies. Cyn, anyone you know go there?”
“No, no one I know goes there. I sure wouldn’t,” she grimaced.
“Kids, you know that there’s nothing wrong with nudity, even nudity in public, right?” Sarah asked. “There are plenty of people who are naturists—we know some couples who are—and they go to resorts. And to the nude beaches too. You remember when we lived in Japan and would go to the onsen, don’t you? There were nude families together there. Nothing wrong with that.”
“Yes, Mom. But remember that I wouldn’t get undressed in the onsen. I just don’t like to be undressed with other people, I guess,” Cynthia responded. “You do know that part of the Program requires that the kids fondle and masturbate each other and the kids have to let them do it and the Program even encourages intercourse too. Didn’t you read that in some of the materials? And the kids are supposed to be sexual models for the teachers too.”
“Intercourse too? Does it really?” Stuart exclaimed. “Well, in that case, that’s completely immoral and we forbid you two from taking part at all, you hear?”
“Absolutely,” both kids agreed.
The next morning the Carters came to the hotel to drive the Denisons and Ayame to the airport for their twelve-hour flight to Los Angeles.
Copyright © 2015 Seems Ndenyal. All Rights Reserved.