Bolt: Stepbrother Seduction (2 page)

“Yeah, we’re definitely besties.  There are other guys who are my friends, but you’re number one.  Always.  We’re always going to be family.”

“True.  And if you can’t be yourself, no matter how crazy that is, around your family then who can you be yourself around?”

“Amen.”

“Wow.  This is getting deep.”

“Deeper than the cavern that you call a brain.”

“Shut up, Bolt!”

“OK, Wide Right!”

“Wide Right!  Hell no.  I was dead center.  That’s your fault.”

“That’s not what everybody at the rifle range thinks.”

“I’ll show them on qualification day.”

“Oh, and speaking of rifles.  I see you already decided to play hide-and-seek with my rifle parts again.”

“Moi?”

“Oh, you speak French now, huh?”

“And what makes you think it was me?”
 

“Because the note was in your handwriting.”

“So you found it.”

“Yeah, I found it.  Of course I found it. 
Just a little gift in your M16s buttstock because you’re an ass
.  You’re so clever.  Maybe you were a French poet in a prior lifetime.”

“Congratulations.  I didn’t expect you to figure that one out so quickly.  Now I have the whole night to figure out a better way get you.”

“I’m not letting my guard down.  Especially not before the make-up rifle inspection for the one I failed.”

“And to think I almost had your new nickname of Lance Corporal Bolt changed to Lance Corporal Butt.  Not sure if that’s a downgrade or an upgrade.”

“You little shit!  I’ll show you a bolt.”  I lunged out at Zoe, catching both her hands in mine.  I picked her up and threw her on the bed.  She was wiggling trying to escape and laughing hysterically at the same time.  With my free hand I pulled off my web belt and tied her hands to the bed.  Grabbed her by the hips.  She was still trying to squirm away.  Really trying hard.  I pulled her belt out through the loops and belted her feet to the foot of the bed.  She was straight up and down like the letter I.  “Now who’s bolted down?”

“Let me go,” she demanded.

I continued tickling her everywhere.  Her armpits, ribs, feet…any skin I could find.  I lifted up the bottom of her olive green shirt and blew on her stomach.

“Cut it out!  That tickles.”

“What’s the magic word?”

“Go screw yourself!”

I made a buzzer sound.  “Wrong!  The punishment will continue until morale improves.”  I had always wanted to say that line.  It was a favorite of our drill instructors back in recruit training.

I continued blowing on her stomach.  My right hand holding up her shirt and my left hand trying to keep her pinned down.  During the twisting and turning and tickling I pulled her shirt up higher than I expected.  I blew again.  When I lifted my head for another blow I realized I was no longer blowing on her stomach.  I had just blown right in the middle of her chest.  Not only that, in the course of all the wiggling I had pulled her shirt up to her neck.  Both of her breasts were exposed.  Her nipples hard.  She looked up at me.  We held eye contact for about five seconds.

“Sorry.  I wasn’t paying attention.  I didn’t mean to do that,” I said.  I couldn’t believe what had just happened.  I had just had my mouth between my Zoe’s tits.  My stepsister’s perky tits with rock hard nipples.  What the hell just happened?  I just kept staring at her and she at me.

“I liked it,” she said.  Her eyes still locked on mine.  I kept my eyes locked on hers as my head lowered back down towards her chest.  I licked around the outside of her right areola.  Two circles clockwise.  One circle counterclockwise.  Then I took her breast into my mouth.  I sucked and slowly moved my head back.  I heard a popping sound as the last of her breast and her nipple left my mouth.  Her nipples were hard, wet, and swollen in size.  I stared at her beautiful body.  Her body laid out and tied down to the bed by our belts.  She was staring up at me.  I could see she was breathing hard.  Her pupils dilated.  I felt the urge to continue.  Then I felt ashamed.  What was happening?  Why did I feel this way.  If any Marines saw us now we’d be in deep trouble.  We were well beyond the point of fraternizing.  We might even be court-martialed.  I couldn’t imagine looking for a job when my separation papers told the reason why I had been kicked out of the Marines.

“Dawson, we’re going for a run,” PFC Perry had called out from outside her door.  His voice easily heard through the single pane glass window and blinds.  “You coming?”

“I’ll meet you at the track,” Zoe yelled back.
 

“We’re starting in 10.”

“I’ll be there in 7.”

I got off of Zoe and quickly removed the belts.  I pulled back the curtain, and saw that PFC Perry and his group were already jogging away towards the track.  I opened the door and headed back to my room casually as if nothing had happened.

When I got in my room I went straight to the bathroom.  I splashed water on my face, but it wasn’t enough.  I jumped in the shower, turned the knob to the all the way to the right and let the ice-cold water rush over me.  After nearly ten minutes I wrapped up in a towel and laid on my bed.  I was still aroused, confused, and worried if anyone had seen or heard.  It was an incredible rush in so many totally conflicting ways.  I laid back, put a pillow over my face, and tried to calm down.  If PFC Perry hadn’t called Zoe for the run, I’m not sure I would have stopped.  Who am I kidding?  There’s no way I would have stopped.

WTF?  I wanted to have sex with my stepsister.  Her body was restrained down and ready for my power.  Ready for the taking.  And she was ready.  I could see it in her eyes.  She wanted it as much as I did.  Not WTF was I thinking…WTF were we thinking?

We had always been such close friends.  Now that we were young adults, hundreds of miles away from home, the hormones and feelings were rushing out.  All at once.  We had attended separate boot camps but were reunited here at our first duty station.  Our feelings had grown when we were apart.  Realizing we didn’t just miss each other for the jokes and friendship, but for something more.  Something primal.  The time apart had brought us closer.

Chapter 2

The rest of the rifle qualification week I played it straight.  Gave Zoe the accurate shot marks so she could focus in on getting a good score.  A score that would go a long way towards her next promotion.  I didn’t see her in the chow hall and on the rifle range we only passed each other midday when the change over from shooters to markers took place.

I was still feeling strange about what had happened.  The tickling had started out pretty innocent, but quickly became something much more.  I couldn’t believe how quickly it escalated and how much I enjoyed it.  How much we enjoyed it.

After a few days I had an idea.  We all had GoPro cameras that we used to film various training drills.  They were great for working on tactical improvements.  I waited until my roommate went for a 10k run and I locked the door.  I laid back on my bed and began pleasuring myself with my right hand and holding the GoPro in my left.  Zoe, my stepsister, on my mind the whole time.  I finished up and got dressed.  I watched the video on my laptop and froze it at the exact moment of release.  I had a printer in my room so I printed the photo and on the other side wrote,
The rifle range isn’t the only place I’m shooting this week
.

The final day of rifle qualification Zoe shot expert.  I pulled down her paper target, pulled my picture with the note on the back from my pocket, and put it inside the paper target.  I folded them together as many times as I could.  When we got back to the barracks I gave her the target.

“I know how much you wanted to shoot expert.  Congratulations.  Here’s a memory so you can always remember how special this week was.”
 

“Wow.  Thank you, bro.  No jokes?  You really mean it?”

“I do.  Hope you like it.  You can see all the great shots you made every time you open it up.  See you at chow.”

I walked off towards my room to take a shower and get ready for chow.

I didn’t see Zoe at the chow hall.  I could barely eat.  I had no appetite.  I tried to force down some mashed potatoes, but it wasn’t working.  I sat in that chow hall for almost an hour.  Staring at my food.  Food that I had no intention of eating.  Zoe never came.  I cleared my tray and walked back to my barracks room.

I laid down on my bunk.  WTF was I thinking?  What an idiot.  I should have just let it go, but no, I wanted to push it further.  Now I risked not only personal humiliation, but professional humiliation if Zoe’s roommate or anyone else saw.  They’d surely be able to figure out my handwriting.  I was doomed one way or the other.  Or both.

I heard a knock on my door.  “Go away!”  The door slowly opened.  It was Zoe.
 

“I guess I wasn’t the only one who proved they were an expert shooter this week,” she said.

“Expert, huh?”

“Well, the technique sure looked good to me.  The form was perfect.  The ammunition was going straight for the bull’s-eye, but there was one small problem.”

“What would that be?”  Oh no.  Here it comes.  She’s going to wreck me with a one liner she’s been warming up since she saw the picture.

“That weapon doesn’t look authorized.  Only rifles were allowed this week.  That sure looked like a canon.”

I held her eye contact.  Then I burst out laughing.  “Yeah, it’s definitely ready to fire and it’s dangerous.”

“Well we did recently have that training in explosive ordinance disposal.  That canon of yours is not quite the same as a landmine, but maybe some of the same techniques would work.  I could probably help detonate that bomb…but I’d really rather watch it explode.”

“So you’re also thinking about an explosion of your own?”  I wanted to make sure this wasn’t a prank for a new round of jokes.
 

“Ready and willing, sir.  I’m just waiting on the orders to come down from Headquarters Squadron.  Once I get those orders I’m ready to see the sky light up like the Fourth of July.”

This was incredible.  We both felt the same way.  All these pent up feelings weren’t just mine.  She was also holding back the same feelings.  I could feel my erection grow.  All I could think about was making her mine.  Taking control of her without worry or regret.  Now that we both knew for sure, we could do what we both wanted to do. Our most basic instinct that was ready to erupt.
 

“Lance Corporal Zoe Dawson, you are ordered to help Lance Corporal Brian Bolt Dawson dispose of any and all explosives he may have in his possession.  You are also hereby ordered to inspect for any weapons that may be out of regulation.  Especially those that may exceed the maximum length and girth.  You will now carry out these orders.”

“Well, if there’s one thing a Marine knows it’s not to disobey a direct order.”

“Definitely not.”  I stood up and walked over to Zoe.  As soon as I was within arm’s distance I reached out my right hand and put it on the side of her face.  “There’s no going back, Zoe.”

“The past has been great, but I don’t want to go back.  I want to see the future.”

I reached down and kissed her gently on the lips.  She grabbed me and I could feel her body melt into mine.  Our tongues explored each other’s mouths.  She pulled away.

“Everything OK?”

“Definitely, but I don’t want to start something we can’t finish here.”

“You’re right.”

I took her right hand in mine and we walked towards the door.  I kissed her one more time as I pulled the door open.
 

“Brian, what are you doing?  Somebody’s going to see us.”

“They’re not.  But the thought that they might is definitely exciting.”

She grabbed my ass and pushed herself up on her tiptoes so her mouth could reach mine.  I leaned forward and our mouths met.  We kissed hard, then pulled back.

“This way.”  We walked down along the barracks and past the chow hall.  After we passed the chow hall I took her hand again.  We were coming up on the track.  It was starting to get dark.

“Dawson!  Dawson!  What are you two doing?”  PFC Perry shouted.

Shit.  He was out for a run and caught us walking by just as he was finishing.

“We’re implementing the buddy training we learned.”

“By holding hands?”

“We’re not just holding hands.  We’re taking each other’s pulses as we change stride counts and speeds.  See if we could do it in an actual combat situation with someone who was injured.”

“Oh.  I must have been dozing off when we learned about that one.  Is it difficult?”

“Yeah.  That’s why I’m squeezing tight.  Alternating from palm to wrist.  The movement of the walking makes it really challenging.”
 

“Cool.  Wow, you are really hard chargers.  Putting training to practice.  I’m going to try that with the new Navy corpsman.”
 

“I’m not sure any guys are going to willingly hold your hand, Perry.”

“Come on, man!  The new corpsman is a girl.  Brunette from Texas.  Big rack.  She’s feisty and has a brain too.  I’m up for the challenge.”

“Ooh-rah, PFC Perry.  Get some!”

“You’re crazy.”

“We’re told that all the time.  Enjoy your run.  We’re off to conduct more exercises.”  We continued past the track hand-in-hand.