****** Weekend Getaway by Mr. Kiosetic ******
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Weekend Getaway


Please read my story, "Tommy and Shelly" if you haven't already, as it is a
prequel to this story.

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This story is dirty. If you read it and are offended, tough.


July, Three Years From Now, Friday Night

Fireworks exploded above me as I walked along the cobblestone path, passing
tents of food, drink and games, set up for the weekend festival.

There were tents and stands as far as the eye could see on both sides of the
path, selling everything from sushi and beer to jewelry and clothes. Eisa had
come once more to Okinawa, and every year, I enjoyed it more and more.

I stopped at one tent where my twin sister, Sarah, was watching a Japanese man
putt on a miniature green. He struck the ball, sending it into the cup. My
sister squealed with delight, then kissed the man on the cheek. He smiled, then
handed her the giant stuffed Pikachu doll he had won.

"Having fun, are we?" I asked her.

"Absolutely. Look what Tanaka-san won for me." She waved to him as he headed to
the Orion beer tents, and then tucked one arm under mine.

"I see. Congratulations. Where's Dad?"

"He's off in the amphitheatre, watching the fireworks. He said he'd meet us at
the main gates when the show is over. Are you hungry? I'm starving. Let's find
a sushi tent."

She chatted on as we bought packages of sushi from one of the vendors and sat
under a banyan tree. She clung tightly to the doll she had just 'won' from the
Japanese gentleman, and I couldn't help but wonder if she knew how crazy a
beautiful blonde fifteen-year-old drove most Japanese men.

Okinawa had changed her. In Germany, she'd been depressed and dressed in dark
clothes that swam on her. Since we arrived on the island, however, she'd
started wearing outfits that complemented her figure, instead of hiding it. She
learned a good deal of Japanese, and was often out on Gate Two Street, the
business district near Kadena Air Force Base, buying new clothes and jewelry,
which she loved to show off. She especially loved the gazes and stares thrown
in her direction whenever we were out shopping off base.

Since we were military brats, we were each other's best friend, and did
everything together. This weekend would be no exception. We had booked a
vacation on a resort island just north of Okinawa, since our father had to take
leave this year, and she was determined to learn scuba diving. I was looking
forward to the quiet of the resort, since Okinawa's urban areas tend to be
congested. Our father, well, he was just happy to take a few days off. He'd
been working as an Infantryman in the Marines for eighteen years now, and was
about to retire here.

Our mother was a different story altogether. About six years ago, she met a
French pilot at an airshow at Rammstein AFB in Germany, and left us behind.
About four years ago, we received word from her parents that she and the pilot
died in the Concorde crash.

The fireworks crescendoed into a visual feast of color and sound, and my sister
crept in closer to me as all eyes turned to the sky. When the final burst of
white appeared, everyone in the park applauded, and we left to find our father.


Saturday Morning

I awoke at 5 a.m., still worn out from the excitement of last night. We were
leaving soon for the ferry that would take us from Motobu Point to Yuron
Island. Since Motobu Point was about a two-hour drive, and the only ferry was
leaving at 8:30, we were in a hurry. I hopped in the shower just as Sarah was
picking out clothes to wear. I had no sooner rinsed the shampoo out of my hair,
than I heard the bathroom door open. I must have been in a hurry, I thought,
because I forgot to lock it. Oh, well. We'd seen each other in the shower
before, so I continued showering, thinking that someone just came in for a
towel or toiletries. After a few minutes, I was rinsing myself off, when the
curtain was pulled back, and my sister, totally naked, stepped in. My eyes must
have been as wide as dinner plates, because I couldn't help but be surprised as
I stared at her nude form in front of me.

Luckily she had her back to me, because no one could have missed my obtrusive
glaring.

"You're taking too long, so I'm getting in." She said matter-of-factly, as if
this was a common occurrence. I couldn't take my eyes off her rounded ass, and
watched as her breasts swayed with her movements. I stepped out as quickly as I
could; hoping she hadn't noticed my growing erection, or my wild eyed gawking.

As I toweled off, I couldn't help but realize just how much she had changed in
two years. From a dark little girl, she was transformed into a beautiful young
lady. Now I could see why she was paid so much attention to on the streets.
Maybe she did know what effect she had, not only on the Japanese, but also on
just about everyone, now including me.


Saturday Afternoon

It'd been about two hours since we had left Motobu Point, and we still had two
more hours left to Yuron. I was passing the time honing my Mah Jong skills in
the video arcade on the ferry, while my sister was sunning herself on the deck
below. I watched as a pair of Japanese men conveniently sat themselves down
next to her, taking a few quick peeks in her direction as they talked. I
decided to join her on the deck, to see what was going on. As I got there, I
heard them talking, in Japanese, about how sexy she was, and how much they'd
love to fuck her.

She saw me approach, and winked at me. She spoke more Japanese then I did, and
she was getting off on their talking about her. I decided to play along,
leaning on the railing just within range of their conversation. They wondered
about what color her pubic hair was, and if she was a virgin or not. I was
certainly wondering about that, now that I thought about it.

She turned over on her stomach, undid the string of her bikini top, and
continued to pretend she was oblivious to their conversation. Both men drew a
quick breath as they now blatantly stared at her nearly exposed breasts. If
only they knew what I did, I thought. B-cup sized, with tiny pink nipples that
barely stood out from the pale pink of her skin.

One of the men reached into his bag, producing a camera while she was looking
away. He held it in his lap, roughly aiming at her. A quick snap, and back in
the bag it went. The other man made him promise a copy of the photo, and then
they went on about her tight body. After a few minutes, she retied her top and
stood up, smiling the whole time.

She walked past them and went inside, their eyes following her the whole way.

I caught up to her later in the little store on the ship, where she was
debating on buying a Georgia Coffee or an Aquarius Sports Drink.

"You know they took a picture of you?" I asked her.

"I heard them talking about a photo, but I didn't see them. I wonder how it'll
turn out....Oh, well, maybe I'll ask them for a copy, too. That'd blow their
mind, if they knew I understood what they were talking about, wouldn't it!?"

"Hell yeah, it would. I'd love to see the look on their faces. Maybe you
should."

"Later. Let's go get something to eat. The restaurant opens in a few minutes."

As we sat down in the restaurant, we saw the two men sitting in a booth nearby.
They stared at my sister, who was still wearing nothing but her tiny white
bikini. She suddenly reached across the table and kissed me, hard. Not knowing
what else to do, I returned the kiss, probing her mouth with my tongue. I could
feel her tongue flickering against mine, and then she slowly pulled away, her
eyes locked on mine.

After a moment of silence, she finally said, "I bet that blew their minds."
Needless to say, they weren't the only ones who were surprised.


Saturday Evening

The rest of the trip went without incident, as we separated for the rest of the
trip after dinner. Sarah went to change, and I went back to the arcade. When we
met on the dock, I noticed the two men following her around, actually talking
to her.

"We...ahhh...ca saresmen...Naha," one of them told her.

"Oh, really? You speak excellent English. What kind of cars do you sell?" she
asked.

"Ahhh...we serr Mitsubishi."

"Really? I have a Mitsubishi van. Well, I have to go. My boyfriend is looking
for me."

"Ah, we wirr see you, yes? We stay at Prishia Resort. Where you stay?"

"We're staying at the Paradise. Maybe we will see each other. It was nice
talking to you."

She gave them a quick bow, which they returned, and she trotted over to where I
was standing and grabbed my hand. We found our father loading our bags onto the
van the resort had sent; helping him was a beautiful redhead wearing a black
bikini top and khaki shorts.

I couldn't help but stare, and Sarah noticed this, and whispered in my ear,
"Should I be jealous?"

At the resort, the manager, a man who insisted we call him Tommy, checked us in
and told us the evenings events. At five o'clock, there would be a Hawaiian-
style luau, and after that was a sunset dive along the coral reef surrounding
the island. Luckily, I had brought my diving gear. My sister was going to rent
a moped and find a secluded beach instead. My father was just going to stay in
and get a massage, then walk down to the town for some shopping.

The room was pretty large, even for American-sized tourists. There were three
beds along the far wall, so I claimed the bed nearest the window, and my sister
laid her suitcase on the bed next to mine. She grabbed a few clothes, and then
headed to the bathroom. She came out wearing a pink tankini top, much more
modest than the bikini from the ferry, and a pair of black shorts that showed a
lot of thigh. I gazed at her as she prepped for a day at the beach, then she
disappeared out the door.

We met up later at the luau, and she told us about a tiny beach she found on
the northern end of the island, and how no one was around to bother you. The
dining room was packed with tourists, mostly American servicemen, and Shelly,
the redhead from the van, was serving tables while Tommy roasted a pair of pigs
on a spit. We were discussing our plans for the weekend, having a generally
good time watching the floor show, and enjoying the meal, when suddenly we
heard a pair of beepers go off nearby, then a few more. The sudden rush of
tones spread across the room, then our father's went off as well. We looked
around the room as most of the Americans were being paged, and it dawned on us.
There was trouble somewhere, and the Marines had issued a recall. It had
happened before, when hotspots across the globe suddenly flared up. A few were
now talking on cell phones; a wave of people were heading for the lobby now,
including Dad. Sarah looked upset, and soon, we were alone, save a few other
people who looked confused as the dining room emptied.

Shelly came to our table and asked, "What's happening?"

"I think it's a recall. It looks like the Marines are calling everyone back to
base," I told her.

"Oh, no. I hope everything's alright."

"They usually don't do this unless it's important. The last time this happened
was when Saddam died, and the Iraqis had their civil war. Our father ended up
patrolling in Kuwait for three months."

"Do you think Dad's getting deployed again?" Sarah asked me.

"I don't know. I sure hope not."

But our hopes were in vain. Dad came back and told us he was going back to
Okinawa on a transport helicopter the Marines were sending for all the
servicemen. Since room on the transport was at a premium, we'd have to stay
here until the next ferry arrived, which was tomorrow morning. Shelly told him
that we'd be all right here, and that she hoped for the best. With that, our
father hugged us goodbye, and followed the crowd to the front desk, where they
would be taken to the small airport nearby.

That night, as the sunset, Sarah and I were in the room, watching the Japanese
news station. North Korea, desperate for oil, had invaded a small port city
named Sung-Yi, which was near the DMZ. Two Exxon super-freighters that
delivered oil to the American forces in South Korea had been hijacked along the
coast, and were headed to the city, where the North Korean Army was diverting
the oil pipeline northward. They were planning on stealing as much oil as
possible before the Americans could react. American forces all around Southeast
Asia were put on alert, preparing to take the city back, by force if necessary.

Sarah started crying when she heard this, and I put my arm around her shoulder,
trying to comfort her. I was scared, too, of course, but I still hoped that
this would be resolved without bloodshed. Sarah was leaning on my shoulder,
still sobbing, and then grabbed my free hand, placing it on her cheek. I
stroked it softly; telling her it would be all right. She stood up, and flopped
down on her bed, lying in a fetal position. I knelt down next to her, my face
near hers. She gazed at me, teary-eyed, and then kissed me softly on the lips.
I thought back to the ferry restaurant, then thought of the shower earlier that
morning.

I started kissing her harder, parting her lips with mine. Our tongues brushed
against each other, then started reaching deep into the other's mouth. I
climbed on the bed, straddling her, still locked in a passionate kiss. She
wrapped her arms around my back, pulling me closer to her. I ran my hands up
and down her sides, felling her heartbeat through her skin. I pushed her top
up, exposing her breasts. We broke our kiss, and then started undressing. She
peeled off her shorts, revealing that she had worn no panties. Her mound was
decorated with a thin patch of blonde hair, and her lips were swollen with
desire. I slipped out of my boxers, and then slowly lowered myself onto her. My
erection was pushing at her opening as I placed my hands on her breasts,
kissing her shoulders and face. I slowly thrust myself into her, and then
paused as she moaned in my ear. She started pushing back against me, sliding me
deeper into her. I felt her pubic hair against my skin as I bottomed out in
her. I pulled out slightly, and then pushed in again, slowly. She wrapped her
legs around my waist and pulled me tightly against her, then started moving up
and down on my shaft. Soon we were in a slow pace, our lips clashing against
the other's, thrusting in and out, feeling the warmth of each other's skin
against ours.

"Oh, yeah...oh, yeah..." she panted in my ear, scratching her nails against my
back. I started pushing harder and faster, listening to her gasp each time I
hit bottom. She grasped me tighter with her legs, pushing and pulling with each
thrust. I felt the approach of an orgasm, and told her, "Oh, Sarah, I'm gonna
cum..."

"Yeah...yeah...do it....cum in me...cum in me..." she groaned.

Soon, I couldn't hold back anymore, and released my load deep into her.

She arched her back as I came in her, having an orgasm of her own.

"Oh, God, Sarah...that was wonderful..." I said, short of breath.

I was still buried inside her, feeling her contractions milk me of every drop.

"Yeah...oh, yeah...I love you...oh, yeah..." she gasped, her orgasm still
moving through her body in waves.


Saturday Night/Early Sunday

"I have an idea. Let's go swimming!" she said.

I had her in my arms, resting in her bed. We were both watching the ocean waves
reflecting the moonlight on the wall opposite the window. I thought it over,
and agreed with her. We were both sweaty and smelled of sex, and I had missed
the dive trip.

"I know the perfect spot, just up the road. We can walk there."

With that, we both put on a swimsuit, and left for the beach, walking hand-in-
hand.

When we arrived there, we found Tommy and Shelly there; obviously they had the
same thought we did. Tommy waved to us as we came down the path, the full moon
our only light.

"Hey kids. Came for a swim, did you? Shelly's out there now, and so is Joey,
our son. She's teaching him how to swim tonight." He motioned out to the water,
where Shelly was holding a small boy as he paddled away.

"Yeah, we thought we'd get a swim in before we left. It's a nice island, and
we'll have to come back someday," I told him.

"Too bad about the recall. I heard about it on the news. I hope that it can be
solved diplomatically."

"Thanks. We do too." Tommy got up and offered us both a can of Aquarius. He
glanced at my back, which must have been full of red scratch marks, because he
asked me, "What happened to your...oh..."

He saw the look on our faces, and then smiled. I didn't know what to think, and
Sarah was blushing and shaking her head.

"It's alright. Don't worry about it. It happens more than you think," he said,
watching Shelly and Joey in the water. "As long as you two love each other,
there's nothing wrong with it at all."

We spent a few hours on the beach with Tommy, Shelly and Joey that night. Sarah
watched over Joey as Tommy and Shelly told me their story. Shelly had found out
she was pregnant with their second child now, and they were both very happy.
Sarah looked over and smiled at me as she watched Joey fall asleep. I felt a
sort of prescient wave flow over me at that moment, and I saw years into the
future, my sister and I still holding hands as we walked down a distant city's
streets. I shook the feeling off, and started for the beach. I took her by the
hands and held her tightly, watching the moonlight sparkle in her eyes. We
waved goodbye, and started back towards the resort.

"Goodnight, you two. Try to get some sleep!" Tommy called out after us, and
then started laughing.


Five Weeks Later

Our father was due to arrive any moment, and we were excited.

Sarah swore the baby was a girl; I was betting on a boy. I had been promised a
job at the resort, along with Sarah, as soon as our father came home. We had
received word that he had been wounded during an operation in the city, and
would be flown home after a stay at a hospital in Seoul. We had get-well cards
and a banner that said "WELCOME HOME DAD" across the doorway. Sarah held my arm
as our neighbor's car pulled into the driveway. He stepped out of the passenger
side, his right arm in a sling. Sarah looked at me, and then smiling, said,
"Girl" as she ran out to him.


Twenty-One Years Later

We stood on the beach where we had been years ago on a moonlight swim. Tommy,
Shelly, and their four children stood in a circle of people, friends from all
over the world come to celebrate two people who had influenced all their lives.
My son, Thomas, was talking to one of their daughters who was about his age.
Tommy saw this as well, and gave me a wink.

We visited Yuron twice a year, and always made sure to bring our father, until
he died of a heart attack ten years ago. He never found out about what happened
while he was away, or who Thomas' father was.

He helped raise him as a grandfather would, and never once questioned Sarah
about her decision to keep the baby, and loved him as he loved us. I sometimes
felt that he knew somehow, whenever Sarah and I were together, which was as
often as possible.

After Dad retired from the Marine Corps with full honors, including the
Congressional Medal of Honor for his actions in Sung-Yi, Sarah and I went off
to college together. We founded Twin Publishing, Inc. after graduation, and set
up shop in Amsterdam, quickly becoming successful publishers of children's
books throughout Europe. We had recently retired billionaires (in Netherlands
Antillean Guilders of course, worth about 600 million in US Dollars), signing
control of the company over to Thomas just last month.

After the festivities, we reminisced about our chance meeting with Tommy and
Shelly.

"Isn't it odd, the chances of all these people here because of the two of you?"
I said. Tommy looked around, and said, "I don't think it's chance. All these
people here, they're here for the same reason you are. Why is it that we are
the center of this little universe? I think it's because it was fate that
brought us all here." Shelly smiled at him, and squeezed his hand.

Our son was dancing with their daughter, a redhead named Melissa, who was the
spitting image of Shelly. Sarah pulled me out to the dance floor, and we
danced, slowly, remembering the night we fell in love.


Epilogue, Sunday Afternoon

We were on the ferry back to Okinawa, watching from the top deck as a pair of
dolphins swim alongside the ship. I glanced down at the deck below us and saw
the two-car salesmen shuffle through a stack of photos. They stopped at one,
and I could make out Sarah's figure lying on the deck, the photograph from the
trip to Yuron. I squeezed her hand, and pointed to the men. She smiled, and
then headed down to where they were sitting. I heard her tell them, in perfect
Japanese, everything they had asked about while they watched her sunbathe. She
smiled, took the photo, and left. I couldn't help but laugh as they stared at
each other, eyes wide open, their jaws dropped in surprise.

To this day, I still have that photo.


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