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 Title: Soldier Doll Ch.  01


Summary: Dylan & Louise admit their love for each other.


Keywords: inc,fic



   In late 1999, when Dylan was 15, and his sister Louise was almost 14,
their father was killed in action in Bosnia, a lucky shot by a crazed local
with an old Mauser 98 that should have been in a museum.  Captain Owain
Lewis never heard the shot that killed him, most likely never felt a thing,
and now Dylan and Louise were alone.  Because their father was only a
captain in the Parachute Regiment, the army was under no obligation to
provide for their care other than to contact Social Services and arrange
for their ongoing care by the civilian agencies; at that time, only the
children of senior offices were schooled and maintained by army welfare,
and Captain Lewis hadn't earned enough, by a long way, to buy trust funds
or educational funds for his children, so Dylan and Louise were in for a
thin time, headed for the care system and separation.  There were as yet no
provisions for dependants of soldiers killed on active service, and no
insurance benefits: insurance companies tend to avoid covering soldiers and
their families -- they're considered a high-risk group.  Fortunately, their
mother's cousin and her husband, as their sole listed kin, had been
informed by Social Services what had happened, and they immediately took
them in, provided them with a semblance of normal family life; they had no
children of their own, but they were kind and generous, and opened their
home and their hearts to the two orphaned children.

   They had no friends until they came to live with Harry and Jane; army
life had made them professional nomads, constantly on the move as their
father was posted and re-posted again, to garrisons and duty posts all over
England, as well as Cyprus, Gibraltar, Oman, Brunei and a stint with the
NZSAS in Wellington, New Zealand.

   They both attended the local schools, but preferred each other's
company; they'd been the new kids too often to make friends easily, or want
to, and had come to rely on each other for friendship, support, and
companionship, knowing that the only constant in their lives was each
other.

   By the time he was 16, Dylan was rapidly growing into his father's son;
tall, broad-shouldered, grey eyes and curly black hair.  At 15, Louise
favoured her mother, tall, slim, coltish, glossy auburn hair and
green-hazel eyes, the image of her mother.  Sometimes Dylan would look at
her and sigh sadly; he remembered his mother clearly, and missed her
dreadfully; the days after her death had been an endless nightmare of loss
and unfulfilled need, and sometimes, to look at Louise, seeing his mother
so clearly delineated in her, made his eyes sting, his breath catch, her
loss an ever-present ache rearing right back up at him, even after all
these years.  Louise barely remembered her mother, she'd been 5, and her
memory had quickly faded.  She felt the loss of their father more keenly;
he was the only parent she knew, and she had loved him dearly, but had been
strangely muted when word came of his death, almost as if she knew it was
coming and had already prepared herself for it, with no tears or
histrionics, just that weird, calm acceptance.

   Lately, though, Dylan had found himself watching her more, taking quick
peeks at her when she wasn't looking, studying her features, her posture,
the way she moved, or brushed her hair out of her eyes as she read,
absorbing every nuance of her.  And often, he would flick a glance at her,
to look right into her eyes, Louise staring back at him, both of them
colouring as they quickly looked away again.  It puzzled him, this sudden
need to observe her, and the rush of indefinable emotions he would
sometimes feel when he looked at her, and her apparent interest in watching
him, doing the same he was doing, was equally puzzling.  Dylan loved her
with a deep and abiding love; she was the one stable and ever-present thing
in his whole life, and he guarded her jealously, needing her to be complete
himself, but still felt strange about this sudden need, almost obsession
he'd developed, and struck by how she seemed to be feeling it as well.

   He'd been persuaded by Harry & Jane to take the first year of 6th Form
College, at least give it a try, but was soon frustrated and bored; as he
saw it, he was just re-hashing things he'd already been taught, that he was
wasting his time, and eventually decided to leave school after taking his
AS-Level examinations, enlist in his father's old regiment.  He was 17 now,
and university wasn't where he wanted to be in a year's time; Louise,
however, was not convinced; she was certain something bad was going to
happen, soon, the world was ripe for it, and the British Army would get
dragged into it.  She spent many an evening quietly arguing with her sole
companion about his urge to join up, to no avail.

   At the end of May 2001, he officially left secondary school, his
AS-Level examinations completed.  Harry and Jane sat down with him and
asked him what he was going to do next, although the question was largely
academic; they knew what he intended, but they still felt duty-bound to
offer him a career alternative, show him he had options.

   "Dyl, you could come and work with me, do a craft apprenticeship, I can
talk to the Training Officer at work," he'd offered, "We always need
engineers, you could go to college on day-release, get a recognised
engineering qualification, Dylan, what do you think?" Dylan knew it was a
generous offer, and well meant, and he appreciated their concern for him,
but he wanted to join his father's regiment, the regiment whose ritual and
observances were second nature to him after a lifetime immersed in them. 
He restated his intention to enlist, so Harry gave in, agreed he would take
him to the military careers office in the morning and sign the enlistment
form as his legal guardian.

   "I know this is what you want to do son, but remember, this will always
be your home, don't forget about us!" Jane got a little teary, but also
wished him success.  "We'll miss you, Dyl!" she quavered, smiling for him,
then turned away to dab her eyes.

   Louise was not so accepting.

   "You're a bloody idiot!  Uncle Harry offered you a golden opportunity,
and you passed, just so you can go repair bridges in Venezuela, jump out of
planes over Salisbury Plain, or run around shooting blank ammo and playing
silly buggers on some god-forsaken glacier!"

   Dylan tried, for the millionth time, to get her to see it from his point
of view.  "Look, Lou, I'm not cut-out to be an engineer, I can't sit behind
a desk or use a milling machine, I get bored trying to use mathematics to
solve problems, I tried that route, and it's just not me.  The way I see
it, my best chance is the army; if I can get into the Parachute Regiment at
least I'll be doing something I want, and be useful as well.  Dad started
out as an enlisted soldier, and he got to Captain, I think I could do that,
or better, get us something solid, something better for both of us!"

   Louise looked at him strangely, wondering at his choice of words, and
Dylan did the same; why had he phrased it like that?

   The next morning, Harry and Dylan were waiting when the Army Careers
Office opened.  The interviewer, a sergeant wearing Welsh Guards insignia,
looked approvingly at Dylan's application form.  "Dylan Lewis, there's a
good Welsh name for you!" he grinned.  "You say you want to serve in the
infantry, have you considered one of the Guards regiments, you'd make a
good guardsman!  No?  OK then, how about you tell me about your choice, and
maybe some of the reasons why you want to join up?"

   Dylan outlined his family history in brief, and stated his intention to
join the Parachute Regiment.

   "The Para's, eh?  Tough bunch, tough to get into, tough to stay in.  You
do know what the selection course entails?"

   Dylan did, all too well, and had been training himself for the last 2
years just to better his chances of being selected.

   The sergeant looked at Dylan's school records.  "Good exam passes, very
good, above average.  Are you sure you want to enlist cold like this? 
There are options in the armed services for people with the more than just
the ability to shoot and fight.  With these exam passes you could enter the
War College in a year's time, train as an officer.  Have you considered
applying to Sandhurst?  In three years I'd be saluting you.  Would a career
as an officer appeal to you?"

   Dylan was certain what he wanted.  "I really would like to enlist, my
father served in the Para's, was killed in Sarajevo in 1999, I want to
serve in his regiment."

   The interviewer held up Dylan's application form.  "This document is
your intent to enlist for service in Her Majesty's Armed Forces, and has no
force in law for 31 days.  Until that elapses, you are still free to
withdraw your application, and no further action will be taken.  Do you
understand me, and are you still intending to apply for service?"

   Dylan swallowed and nodded.  The sergeant pushed the form across the
desk, Dylan signing it firmly, and passing it to Harry, who a little
reluctantly, countersigned it as his guardian.

   "There you go, boyo, 31 days from now, if you still want it, and unless
you come back in and formally withdraw your intent to enlist, you'll be
part of Britain's finest!  Welcome to the Airborne Infantry, Dylan!" The
interviewer stood, extending his hand to Dylan, who shook it firmly.

   When Louise got back from school, Dylan was waiting for her, to tell her
he had enlisted.  She was more sorrowful than angry that he'd done it, but
also resigned; her argument that he had other options had obviously fallen
on deaf ears, and she was trying to understand why did he have to go into
the army, just what was he trying to prove?

   Dylan explained his reasons, again, and Louise still looked unconvinced.

   "Look Dyl, I know this is what you wanted, and I suppose I have to
accept that you have to do what you think is right for you, but I still
think this isn't the way.  But for what it's worth, I wish you luck." She
grinned, even though her heart was heavy with the thought of him leaving
her, of life without him around, in earshot or in plain sight.  "It might
even make a man out of you!  Just make sure you come back to me in one
piece!" She leaned over and pecked him on the cheek, hugging him tightly.
"You be careful, Dylan, I mean it!" Dylan hugged her back, suddenly
reluctant to let her go, feeling something different for her, that
something was changing between them, but unable to define what.

   One month later, in June 2001, he was taking the Oath of Enlistment, and
then began the endless round of drill training, PT and pointless screaming
by army Drill Officers, whose only role is to make you hate them so much
that you come to love and depend on your sergeant for rescuing you from
them, and your squad mates for deflecting the shit from you onto them. 
This is how esprit de corps is built, through common misfortune and
collective hatred, and after three months, he was a confident well-drilled
Para recruit.  He'd cruised through the PT, his instructors recognising his
will to win, had already logged 6 night jumps and romped through weapons
training, and was looking to graduate basic training as a squad leader, the
kind of men the Para's were looking for.  Dylan was a natural soldier, his
upbringing had instilled a love of army routine and procedures, and coming
to basic had been, for him, almost like coming home.

   Louise wrote to him regularly, once a week, every week, and he came to
depend on her letters, a link with family, even if that family really only
consisted of Louise and him; Harry and Jane, for all their care and
kindness, were only distant family at best, and had been unknown to the two
of them only a year earlier.  Every letter from her filled him with a burst
of pleasure, and conversely with a sharp pang for her, an emotion he didn't
want to analyse too closely; he was already confused as to how he felt for
her, thoughts of her intruding at odd moments, and daydreams of how she'd
look next time he saw her, where he'd take her, how much time he'd spend
with her had become his spare time entertainment.

   3 months passed, and at last, he passed basic and selection, and was
sent to 2nd Battalion, 16th Air Assault Brigade at Colchester Garrison, so
he'd be staying right where he was, just moving to a new barrack block. 
Dylan was elated; 16th Air Assault meant he'd get a chance to serve the in
Special Forces Support Group or the SAS!

   When he called Louise and told her, however, her reaction was more
muted.

   "Dylan, that means you'll be serving mostly abroad!  When will I ever
see you?" Dylan laughed it off, teasing her.  "So, does little sister miss
me then?" He was hoping for a snappy, spirited comeback, but there was only
silence, and he realised she was crying.

   "Oh hey, Lou, I'm sorry, I was only kidding, 'course you'll see me, I'm
garrisoned in Colchester, so I should be able to get the odd weekend leave,
come and see you as often as I can, don't cry, I'll be back there before
you know it!"

   Louise sniffled into the phone.  "I miss you, Dyl, it's lonely without
you here, I'm lonely.  Uncle Harry and Aunty Jane are very sweet, but I
miss having you here!"

   Dylan promised he'd come home as soon as he could arrange some leave,
and said his goodbye, hanging up the phone and feeling curiously depressed
at hearing that Louise was lonely for him, and even more unsettled at
hearing her crying, almost in tears himself.  What was wrong with him, why
did hearing Lou cry affect him so deeply?

   He requested a 72 hour leave for the following weekend, which was duly
granted, giving him a whole long weekend, so he went ahead and put in a
request for a travel warrant so he could go home.  That afternoon, Louise,
home on a half-day from school, turned on the television in time to see an
airliner smash headlong into the World Trade Center, then another.  As she
watched in horror, a strong sense of foreboding came over her.  She was
politically astute enough to realise that this was the start of something
bad, and Britain was inevitably going to be somewhere in the middle of it,
and that meant the army, just like in the Gulf, just like in the Balkans;
Dylan!

   "Aunty Jane, come here, quick!" she screamed, Jane running in to see
what the fuss was, watching with her arm around Louise in horror and
disbelief as the towers fell.

   "This is another war starting, isn't it?" asked Louise, and Jane just
nodded, too stunned to try and sugar-coat it for her.  Suddenly she
realised what it meant, and her hands flew up to her mouth as she mouthed a
single word; Dylan.  Tears welled in her eyes, Louise seeing and
responding. The two of them watched the carnage on TV in silence, tears on
their cheeks, dreading that more and worse was yet to come, Louise's
biggest fear that Dylan was going to end up in the middle of it; the
thought of it made her weak at the knees, nauseous, and frightened.

   Dylan's platoon sergeant called him into the small hutch the non-coms
shared at the end of the barrack corridor.  "All Leave's cancelled, Dylan.
Get your squad on the ground double-quick, you've been stood-to!  Snap to
it, lad!"

   Dylan gaped at him, and then discipline took over, and he doubled away,
rounding up his squad, lining them in parade order on the parade ground,
glaring them into silence as the other squads took up station on them.

   The Officer Of The Day, Captain 'Johnnie' Walker, strode out, the
non-coms calling all squads to attention as he marched up to the platoon
sergeant and took the salute.  He turned to face the ranked soldiers and
stood them at ease.

   From officer's country marched a tall figure flanked by two other
officers, Captain Walker calling the men back to attention, snapping a
brisk salute as the trio came into view.  Dylan stiffened even further; a
full Brigadier General, the highest ranking officer he'd ever seen.

   "At Ease!" ordered the General.  "Events have occurred which have
necessitated changes to the training programme, said changes to be
implemented immediately.  In accordance with those changed requirements,
Squads Alpha through Delta will commence enhanced training with 21 & 22
Special Air Services Regiments, squads Echo through Hotel will commence
tactical training with 16th Air Assault in Netheravon, and squads Indigo
through Lima will commence mechanized orientation and training with 7th
Armoured Division.  Dispersal in one hour, all squads shall parade in full
battle order, in designated dispersal groups, at 13.45 hours, any man not
in full battle order at that time will be placed on a charge.  Get your
Bergin's packed, you're going to be away a while!"

   Dylan's head was spinning; what the hell had happened, and where?  7th
Armoured?  That was the Desert Rats, were they training for a desert
campaign?  Why?  Were they going back to the Gulf?

   The Brigadier turned to face Captain Walker, returned his salute and
made his way back off the parade ground.  When he'd left the parade area,
Captain Walker saluted the parade sergeant.

   "Dismiss the men, sergeant!" "SAH!" barked the sergeant, wheeling to
face the ranks of men.

   "PARADE WILL COME TO ATTENTION....teN HUT!  Like a machine, 144 men
slammed to attention.  The sergeant turned and again saluted the captain,
who returned his salute and stepped back several paces.  "ALL SQUAD LEADERS
WILL ASSEMBLE IN THE BARRACKS SQUAD ROOM!  PARADE...DIIIIISSMIISSS!" On a
count of three, the ranks began to rapidly disperse, each man hurrying to
pack his kit and change into DPM battledress for parade in 45 minutes.

   The sergeant turned to the captain and saluted.  "Permission to speak
freely sir." "Go ahead, sergeant," grinned Captain Walker.  "What's
happened, really, why all the running around like blue-arsed flies?" asked
Sergeant Walker

   "I don't know, dad, I really don't, all I know is what they just told
us" said Johnnie Walker, "but look at where the dispersal groups are going.
Joint Chiefs have just had a big fright, by the sound of it.  No doubt
we'll know when the other shoe falls!" They continued speculating as they
walked off the parade ground, father and son together.

   +++

   The first thing Dylan did was call Louise, let her know he was off on a
training course, and incommunicado for the foreseeable future.  She was
frantic with worry, gabbling what she'd seen on TV, asking him if there was
a war.  He did his best to calm her down.  "Lou, we've only just finished
basic, they can't send us anywhere just yet, this is just more training in
case things really do go tits-up, I promise you; the Battle Readiness mob
is just getting their finger out in case we need to take the field." Louise
wasn't mollified, she still had that feeling, but Dylan's breezy confidence
made her hold back her suspicions; maybe she was vapouring about nothing;
the Americans would certainly deal with this by themselves; they were
powerful enough, mobile enough, they wouldn't need the allies.  Would they?


   The days passed, turned to weeks since the terrible pictures on TV, and
she'd been unable to get Dylan out of her mind.  Images of his face
intruded at odd moments, her dreams were filled with snapshots of his face
in all his different moods and humours, and she'd waken to find her pillow
wet with tears.  She was shaken, confused, disturbed that all she could
think of was Dylan.  All she knew with certainty was that she wanted him
back, now, close enough to touch, and this confused her even more; this was
her older brother, wasn't he supposed to go off into the world, do his
thing?  So why did she feel like an essential part of her was missing?

   +++

   The next 30 months were as hard as it's possible to get for a British
soldier.  Dylan proved to be an exceptional squad-leader, smart, confident,
cautiously brave, tactically astute, and careful of the welfare of his men.
He grew to be a popular and trusted team leader, absorbing tactics
effortlessly and displaying flair and imagination when responding to enemy
concentrations of troops, firepower or positions during the endless
war-games and training exercises they were being subjected to, whether in
open order on Salisbury Plain, or in the built-up environmentof Imber, the
town specially built to train soldiers in urban assault.  Because of his
constant training needs, he was never able to get home, having to content
himself with the occasional restricted 24 hour pass, letters and the very
occasional phone call.

   At last, the day came every Para dreams of.  Dylan was invited to try
for a place with the elite SAS, the Special Air Service, the most elite,
the most distinguished Special Forces group in the world.

   +++

   From the day he passed through the gates at Stirling Lines,
Herefordshire, Dylan Lewis knew he was home.  Everything about the place
symbolised achievement, pride, honour, sacrifice, and he was determined to
belong here, to wear that badge, the winged dagger with the simple,
powerful motto; 'Who dares, wins'.

   For 3 weeks they made his life hell; running him ragged, stripping him
of everything except a knife and hunting him through the countryside,
teaching him to eat and survive on food that would make a hyena gag,
depriving him of sleep for days on end, making him live the code of the
SAS, Escape, Evade, Survive, forcing him to swim through flooded tunnels in
full battle dress, and scale cliffs at night in full pack, HALO jumping and
infiltrating enemy positions, subjecting him to painful and extended
interrogations, trying to break him, teaching him that in covert warfare,
nice guys finish last.  He passed he brutal selection criteria with flying
colours, and was invited to step into their ranks, become Gunner Dylan
Lewis, Bravo Company, 22 SAS Regt.  The day they pinned-on his winged
dagger, small and discreet as it was, was the proudest day of his life.

   He had tried to keep in close touch with Louise through all of this, but
her letters to him were heavily redacted, edited and censored into
meaningless gibberish, as were his to her, so he was unaware just how she
was taking his extended non-communication, and he was surprised at how much
this distressed him.

   With graduation came leave, and Dylan was eager to see family, burning
to see Louise.  It had been nearly 3 years since he'd seen her last; she
had already turned 18, and he mourned that he'd not been there for her
special day.  From the scraps of information he'd been able to glean from
her letters, he knew she'd been accepted at the University of Leicester
Medical School, to do her MBChB medical degree, would be a doctor one day.
Dylan knew she was the brains of the family, and he was overpoweringly
proud of his little sister.

   When he arrived on the concourse at Nuneaton railway station, he looked
around, trying to spot her.  She said she'd meet him there, and he craned
his neck trying to spot her.

   Someone tapped him lightly on the shoulder.  "Hello Soldier-boy, looking
for a good time?"

   He spun around, and there she was, but not the Louise he remembered. 
Then she was 15, going on 16, slim, slight, and girlish.  This was a grown
woman, almost 19, and what a woman!  She'd filled out, but not too much;
slender was always going to describe her.  She was beautifully shapely,
high small breasts and tiny waist, pale alabaster skin with a spray of
freckles dusting the bridge of her nose, large, stunning grey-green hazel
eyes, vivid blonde-flecked auburn hair in a twist over her shoulder, and
full, smiling, naturally coral-pink lips.  She was beautiful, and Dylan
stood, astonished at this gorgeous young woman, his sister, mouth hanging
open, until she leaned into him, slid her arms around his neck, hugged him
close.  As she did, a weight seemed to drop away from her, one she'd
carried for so long it had become normal.

   Dylan's arms automatically encircled her, revelling in the feel of her
in his arms, the smell of her hair, her subtle perfume, her body pressing
against him, suddenly and uncomfortably aware that he was hardening.  He
pulled back from their embrace, looking at her, smiling happily, and Louise
kissed him on the cheek, the feel of her lips thrilling him more than he
could describe.  He pulled her back in again, hugging her as hard as he
dared, feeling her breath OOF!  out of her as she was caught by surprise.

   "Slow down, Dyl, you're bigger than me, you're going to break
something!" she giggled breathlessly, and Dylan reluctantly complied,
loosening his hold slightly, but not letting her go entirely.

   "You can let me go now, Dyl, I need to breathe!" she laughed, and Dylan
finally let go completely, only keeping hold of her hand.

   "God Lou, it's been so long, and now look at you, all grown-up, I would
never have known you!"

   "Look at yourself, Dyl, you've grown as well, you're so handsome, and so
tall, but I would have known you anywhere!" she responded, while thinking
"God, he's lovely, look at him, he was cute when he left, all the girls at
school thought so, now he's bloody gorgeous!  I wonder what it's like to
kiss him." She hurriedly shut that thought away; that was no way to be
thinking about her own brother!  But, as if the thought was the father to
the deed, she leaned in and kissed him again on the cheek, lingering
slightly longer this time, enjoying the feel of his skin against her lips.

   Dylan froze for a second, his fingers coming up to touch his cheek where
she'd kissed him, locking gaze with her for a moment, before she blushed
and turned away.

   "I'm parked about 100 metres away, is your bag very heavy?" Dylan
brushed it off, hoisting the kit bag on his shoulder and following her. 
"God, what a fabulous arse she's got!" was all he could think, watching the
twin globes of her tight, round backside quiver and dance inside her tight
jeans, uncaring that it was his sister that he was ogling so unashamedly.

   Louise lived a short drive from the university medical school, but had
elected to collect him from Nuneaton as his train didn't stop in Leicester,
so they had about a 20 mile drive, Louise chatting most of the way, asking
about army life, about his training, about the locations he'd trained in,
small talk.  Dylan was just happy to watch the interplay of her features,
the way her lips naturally smiled, her eyes flicking from the road to him
to the road ahead, re-acquainting himself with her gestures and mannerisms.

   They finally got to her flat, and Dylan took his kitbag into the spare
bedroom.  She'd gotten cold snacks ready before she collected him, and told
to Dylan to pitch in, watching him happily as he ate, chatting all the
while, putting him at ease.

   After they'd eaten, Dylan asked Louise to close her eyes.  When she did,
he took out the gift he'd brought her.

   "You can open them now, Lou!" he called softly, and Louise saw the plush
box in his hand.  "Dylan, what's this?" she asked curiously.  "Open it and
see, Lou; it's a little something I got for you in Oman."

   Louise opened the box, and gasped.  Inside was a beautiful
emerald-encrusted gold bracelet, decorated with tiny pearls.

   "Dylan, you can't buy me things like this, you need to keep your money,
save it!" she eventually choked out, and Dylan was shocked to see tears in
her eyes, the first time he'd ever seen her cry.

   "I got that for you to go with your eyes, and because I love my little
sister." He took it from the box and carefully clipped it around her left
wrist, the stones flashing and sparkling in the afternoon sunlight.

   "Thank you Dyl, it's really beautiful," she said, "I didn't get you
anything, I don't really have any..." Dylan touched his finger to her lips.
"It was my pleasure, baby-girl, I wish it could have been more!"

   Louise hugged him, and, on impulse, lightly kissed him on the lips. 
Dylan's eyes widened, then instinct took over, and he kissed her back,
feeling her pull in closer to him, her lips opening against his.  His
tongue came forward, meeting hers, and their tongue tips rubbed and fenced
together, hands tightening their hold on each other as they kissed.  Louise
was the first to break the kiss, looking at him in astonishment, and
something else, her arms still locked around his neck.

   "Dyl, what happened there, why did you...?" He dipped down and silenced
her with another kiss, Louise responding again, kissing him almost wildly,
as 3 years of missing him and anxiety gave vent all at once.

   Dylan's hands slid down to her waist, around the small of her back,
pulling her closer to him, his burgeoning erection pressing into her. 
Louise responded by rubbing herself against his growing erection, her own
need for him finally being acknowledged.

   Dylan's hand dropped lower, cupping her sexy buttocks and pulling her
even harder against his cock.  Louise moaned against his lips, her tongue
darting wildly around against his, her lips wild, and sweet, and arousing
him like no girl he'd ever kissed before.

   He pulled away from her to look into her glorious eyes.  "Lou, I missed
you so much, every day, every minute...I need you, so much...!"

   Louise held his face between her hands.  "Dyl, I know, I want the same
thing, oh God, every day without you there with me is a million years long,
please...!"

   Her words were a prayer, a plea, a command, and he responded, as he'd
been trained to do.

   As she pulled his jacket off, he unbuttoned her jeans, pushing them down
until she wriggled her hips and let them drop to the ground, stepping out
of them and kicking them away.  He unbuttoned his own jeans and pulled the
zipper down, slipping of his shoes to pull off his jeans and T-shirt,
standing before her in just his shorts.

   Louise put her hands to the hem of her blouse and pulled it up and off
in one quick movement, standing before him in just her underwear, blushing
slightly under his frank, appreciative gaze.

   "Come with me, Dyl!" she whispered, and walked into her bedroom, Dylan
walking behind her, hand in hers, captivated by the sight of her sexy
buttock-cleft clearly visible in her filmy panties.

   In the bedroom, she turned to him and once again kissed him, deeply and
passionately, putting all her pent-up longing into that one kiss.  Dylan
felt his cock trying to burst out of his shorts, already tented by her
nearness and his need for her.

   His hands slid back down to cup her buttocks, pulling her closer, the
top of her slit rubbing against his raging cock, only two layers of thin
material separating their sexes.  He moved his hands back up and unclipped
her brassiere, Louise pulling it off so he could dip his head down and
nuzzle her pink nipples, solidly erect, hard enough to cut glass and at
least half an inch long.  She sighed as he sucked and nibbled, groaning as
he caught them between his teeth.  He slid his hands into her waistband to
push her panties down and clasp her buttocks, slipping his fingers into the
shadowed cleft between them and pulling them up and out, squeezing and
moulding them, making her gasp into his mouth as he kissed her.

   Louise stepped away from him, grinning, her bottom lip caught between
her teeth, to kneel before him, and slide his boxers down, allowing his
cock to swing up.  She gasped as his size became evident.  His cock had to
be seven inches long, but so thick it appeared squat, the skin stretched
tight and glossy, the purple, bell-shaped crown partially emerged through
the foreskin, glistening with lubricant.

   "Oh Dylan, that's lovely!" she smiled, something making her pull it down
to lick and lap at the clear liquid oozing from the end, then slide her
lips over the end, pulling the foreskin back fully to expose the head to
her tongue as she sucked.  She pumped and squeezed with one hand while
gently fondling and massaging his big balls, all the while bobbing her head
in time to her pumping, her tongue circling and rubbing around and behind
the head, the combined sensations exquisite, the taste of him strong and
fresh and masculine.

   Dylan raised her up, and slowly backed her to the bed, to sit her down
and slide on next to her, urging her down next to him, kissing and fondling
her the whole time.

   As he kissed her, she again took hold of his cock, pumping him gently
but firmly.  He slid down slightly, to clamp his lips around her nipple,
sucking and rubbing it with his tongue, trailing his teeth along it, making
her gasp and moan and wriggle, alternating between nipples, bringing her
close to orgasm again and again.  He kissed further down now, softly
kissing in a trail from between her small firm breasts to her navel,
kissing and poking his tongue in, swirling it around, and continuing
further down.

   He slid down between her thighs, holding her gorgeously sexy buttocks
cupped in his hands, lifting her to his mouth, licking through her small,
neatly trimmed patch of golden brown hair, lighter than the hair on her
head, fine as silk, and a delight against his tongue as he swirled through
it, and lapped gently against the folds of her waxed labia.  Her scent
surrounded him, fresh and strong, feminine and enticing.  As he lapped at
her labia, he could feel the folds of flesh engorging, swelling against his
tongue, flowering open for him, allowing him to insert his tongue ever
further into her, before moving to lap at her now fully emerged clitoris,
pale pink and pearlescent against the flushed pink of her exposed inner
recess.  She gasped and quivered, juices pouring down over his tongue, her
scent urging him on, tasting her and wanting more.  He sucked on her nub
like a little nipple, plating it with his tongue, and the first in a series
of orgasms billowed through her, legs and taut buttocks flexing as she
pushed her vulva against her brother's face, hands twisted in the sheets as
she groaned out loud, wave after wave of orgiastic pleasure rocketing
through her.  Dylan continued to suck and lick at her until, at last, she
screamed in release, clamping her thighs against his head, shuddering with
the force of her orgasm, her eyes rolling up in her head and her breath
coming in shallow hitching gasps.

   Dylan moved back up the bed to lie next to her, touching and fondling,
admiring and kissing, until she finally opened her eyes, smiling sleepily
at him.

   "Thank you Dyl, that was...amazing, wonderful, superb, words fail me,
you darling boy!  Where did you learn how to do that, I've never come like
that before!"

   "I'm a soldier, we have special training!" he quipped, then became more
serious.  "So you've never come like that before, yes, but you have ...come
before?  Anyone I know?" he asked, trying to sound nonchalant, keep the
jealousy out of his voice, but the thought that someone had....with his
Louise...!

   "Relax, Dyl, I'm a, a virgin, OK?" she smiled.

   "But you said...!"

   "Yes silly, girls...touch themselves, as well as boys, you know!" Dylan
felt himself colouring.  "But I'll tell you a secret," she went on,
grinning wickedly, "when I did, I was thinking of you!"

   He felt his cock flex and stretch out at that, harder than it had been
all afternoon, and Louise felt it too, smiling and reaching out to take
hold of him, gently pump and squeeze him.

   "Oh, you definitely liked that, I can tell!  Dylan, I want to make love
to you, I want you to make love to me, be my first, will you do that?" she
asked.

   For answer, Dylan pulled her over on to him, holding her by her buttocks
as he kissed her.  Louise began moving against him, rubbing the head of his
cock against her swollen vulva, lubricating the head with her own sweet
juices, teasing herself, to sit upright and hold his cock against her
entrance.  Slowly, she slipped him into herself, her face knotting in
concentration, eyes tight closed, as she adjusted to his size, gasping in
pain as he slid further into her, to finally sit fully impaled on him, his
penis buried to the hilt in her.  Now she began to rise and fall against
him, pumping her pelvis while supporting herself with her hands on his
chest, eyes closed in concentration, only smiling and nodding when he
reached out to rub and gently squeeze her nipples.  She began to speed up,
her breathing getting faster and shallower, a flush spreading down her neck
and onto her upper chest, her nipples pointing out proudly, stiff and hard
as her arousal climbed.

   Her pumping sped up, grinding herself against him on her downstroke, her
face flushing deeper, mouth lolling open, her eyes rolling back, narrowed
to mere slits.

   Suddenly she slumped forward, giving a deep groan, her pussy sucking and
clenching on him as she orgasmed, the sensation almost too much for him. 
She quivered and shuddered against him, until her climax passed, then lay
down flat on him, to kiss him passionately, holding him tightly as her
heart thuttered against him.  After a long moment, she kissed him again,
gently, touched his lip with her fingertip, and moved against his still
solidly erect cock buried inside her.  "What about you, Dyl, so far it's
been all about me.  What do you want to do?"

   For answer, Dylan slid his cock out of her and rolled her on her back,
began kissing her deeply, Louise kissing him back with equal passion as he
raised himself over her, his cock pointing at her vulva.  Louise took hold
of him and rubbed him over her pussy entrance, then smiled and nodded as he
pushed forward in one long slow motion, invading her recently virgin pussy
yet again, making her grunt as his width filled her up.

   "Oh God, Dylan, that feels so good, Oh yes, keep doing that...!" she
kept up a constant litany of praise as he pumped his cock in and out of
her, dropping to his elbows so he could slide his hands under her back,
pushing her enticing nipples up to his lips, kissing her as he fucked her,
sliding his hands under her lovely sexy bum and pulling her buttocks apart
as he pumped into her.  Louise was orgasming almost continuously through
his fucking of her, gasping and moaning, her pussy rippling on his cock as
the waves of pleasure beat through her again and again.  At last, he could
feel himself nearing the point of no return, and began to back himself out.

   "No!" gasped Louise "It's OK, I'm on the pill, it's OK, I want to feel
you come in me, do it Dylan, now, please!"

   With that there was no holding him back, and he gave a deep echoing
groan as his cock lurched inside her, and what felt like a pint of hot
man-fat shot out of him and deep into her womb in long, satisfying spurts.
Louise screamed as she orgasmed, her pussy sucking and clenching around
him, milking his cock as he continued to spurt deep inside her.

   At last her convulsing pussy let him go, and he slid out of her, Louise
lying back with a contented look on her face, a small smile on her lips.

   As he lay next to her she turned to him, holding him tight to her,
snuggling down against him.

   "If you only knew how many nights I dreamed of this, how much I wanted
to come and find you, screw your brains out and then sleep next to you,
holding you like this!" she giggled.  "Dylan, thank you for being my first,
I don't want anyone else, you're the only one for me, brother or not, OK? I
love you, big Brother, and I want you to keep on hammering that lovely cock
into me forever, you and no-one else!"

   Dylan kissed her gently, lovingly, his hands roaming over her,
enthralled with the feel of her, the sight of her, all his fantasies and
daydream images of her imposed on the real thing, and they were nothing but
pale imitations.  She was lovely, more beautiful than he knew how to
describe, and he felt his chest ache with his need for her.

   "Louise, I love you, baby girl, always have, just didn't know how to say
it or if I'd ever get the chance.  I've wanted you since I don't know when,
and I'll only ever want you, forever!"

   Louise pulled herself closer to him, resting her head in the crook of
his neck, happily running her finger over his chest and arm, tracing the
lines of his muscles, kissing him in little pecking motions as she absorbed
the reality of the man she had with her.

   "Dylan, this is your home from now on, OK?  When you get leave, or get
stood-down, this is where you come, OK?"

   Dylan was happy to agree.  Much as he liked and was grateful to Harry
and Jane, he'd never felt like he was at home, but here, with Louise, this
was home.

   He pulled the covers over both of them, wrapping his arm around her to
pull her into himself, making sure she knew he was claiming her for
himself.

   "From now on, Lou, home is wherever you say it is; when my enlistment is
up, I won't go back; even though they put the arm on you to re-enlist,
eventually they let you go.  I don't know what I'll do then, but I've got 5
years to think about it, maybe you can help me work out what to do next; I
trust your brain, baby-girl!"

   Louise looked at him closely.  "Dyl, I know two things you can be for
me." She said softly.  Dylan cocked an eyebrow at her.  "What's that, then
baby-girl?"

   Louise smiled, almost whispering, "How about husband and father?"

   Dylan looked thunderstruck.  "Lou, you mean you and me, you
know...really?"

   Louise laughed softly.  "Yes Dylan Lewis, you and me, you know...really!
It's not such a bad thing.  In 5 years, you'll be 25; I'll be 24 and
qualified to train for surgical, if I want, or I can go out and become a
GP; plus, it also means I can take a break, have my babies, go back and
take up where I left off -- if you don't mind being a house-husband for a
while!  I don't want to start a family in the middle of medical school; the
family commitment means I'll never be able to finish, but once I qualify,
we can begin our family.  You and me, Dyl.  You're all I want in a man,
always have been, and I'd better be all you want!"

   Dylan thought for a second; the idea of having a family with Louise, of
making babies with this beautiful girl was powerful and attractive.  He
knew he loved her more than anything in the world, and she loved him
equally strongly; could they really be a proper family, a mum/dad/baby-type
family?

   He remembered the unspoken question.  "Louise Ceinwen Lewis, you are
everything I want, all I will ever need, and the only place I will ever go.
When I wake up in the morning I see your face, and when I lay down to sleep
at night, all I hear is your voice.  I would be honoured, and ecstatically
happy, to wed you, make babies with you, live with you forever."

   Louise looked at him searchingly, tears starting from her eyes as Dylan
made his declaration of love for her, saying the things she had
subconsciously longed for so long to hear him say, echoing her own feelings
for him.  She reached for him, and he was there, pulling her close to
shower her face with kisses, caress her body, and hold her against him and
feel his warmth.

   She looked pensive for a second.  "When I was a little girl, my
favourite song was an old nursery-rhyme we used to sing in school. 
"Soldier, Soldier, won't you marry me, with your musket, fife and drum?"
she sing-song'd at him, tears on her cheeks.

   She wiped her eyes, pulled Dylan close by his ears, and twinkled up at
him.  "Dylan Thomas Taliesin Lewis, it's not a Leap-Year, but I'm going to
ask you anyway; Soldier, will you marry me?"

   Dylan grinned at her use of his embarrassing full name.  "Yes, Louise
Ceinwen Enfys Lewis, I will marry you, and make you my wife.  Byddaf yn
eich priodi, and-a Mi fyddai'n Dy garu di am byth, Cariad Louise!" (I will
marry you, and I will love you forever, darling Louise!)

   Louise smiled and answered him back in Welsh, tears glimmering in her
eyes again; "and-a Dwi'n Dy garu di yn wastad ac am byth Dylan!"(And I love
you, always and forever, Dylan!)

   They lay back, luxuriating in the feel and warmth of each other, content
to hold, touch and feel.  Dylan knew he would never be tired of caressing
and exploring this beautiful girl, of kissing and tasting her, and revelled
in the massive surge of love and protectiveness he felt for her.  Louise
was feeling the same emotions, tinged with wonder.  Dylan had gone away a
boy fresh out of school, and come home tall, grown, a man of the world, the
only mate or lover she would ever want, and her hands explored and
discovered him as his roamed over her, touching, pleasing her, making her
hot, making her ready.

   His cock grew firm and solid against her, and she pumped him gently as
she kissed and stroked him.  His own fingers slid around her buttocks,
teasing them apart, stretching her anus in a way that made her gasp and
giggle, to rub against her slit from the rear, making her moist and ready.
She rolled onto her back, Dylan's fingers trailing down her flat belly to
swirl in her pubic hair before slipping into her moist slit, one finger
slipping in, rubbing and teasing, followed by another.  As he frigged her,
she continued pumping his cock, both hands working on him, squeezing his
balls as she handled his cock, their mutual masturbation drawing sighs and
light moans from each other as their arousal climbed.  At last, Louise slid
down the bed, swapping ends to slide her lips over the end of his now fully
erect cock, sealing her mouth over him as she slowly bobbed and sucked,
cheeks hollowing with the effort of stimulating her man's cock, his
cockhead swelling and engorging even more as a result.  Dylan intensified
his efforts inside her pussy, sliding his fingers over and around her
clitoris, spreading her lubrication over it as he gently rubbed it in time
to her sucking motions, finally pulling her over and onto him, her thighs
on either side of his head so that she was now lying flat on him, and as
she sucked and licked at his cockhead, he speared his tongue into and
between her swollen labia, once again tasting her as her juices flowed over
and around his tongue.

   His probing tongue finally found her engorged clitoris, and as she
sucked him, he sucked and licked at her, making her squeal around his cock
as she orgasmed again, the vibration almost too much to bear.  Now Louise
began to suck harder, her throat vibrating as she moaned, an endless series
of mini-orgasms rolling through her, the sensation finally too much for
Dylan.  With a deep groan, he came, sperm pumping into her mouth as his
cock swelled, twitched and pulsed, Louise sucking steadily, avidly
swallowing each jet as it splashed into her hot, hungry mouth, her own
orgasm approaching as he licked and sucked at her vulva, feeling her orgasm
building in a series of waves.  Suddenly he thrust his tongue into her
anus, holding her buttocks apart to increase penetration.  She shrieked as
she came, a massive orgasm ripping through her, her thighs tensing and
buttocks flexing under his hands as her body shuddered in the throes of her
orgasm, waves of pleasure coursing through her as she shook and trembled,
her heart thundering in her chest, her ears popping and crackling with the
force of her climax.

   At last, she slumped back down, as her climax died away, her muscles
twitching in reaction, to lie on him, eyes closed as fatigue set in, a
small satisfied smile on her face.  Eventually, she stirred, moving off him
to slide up next to him and lie in the crook of his arm, Dylan holding her
close as sleep finally claimed them.

   They woke as the early evening sun slanted through the window, dazzling
them into wakefulness.  "Dyl what time is it?" enquired Louise sleepily.

   Dylan checked his G10 watch.  "Almost 7, Lou, got plans?

   Louise jumped up.  "Dyl, I've got a Fresher's mixer at 8, get up, I'm
supposed to attend!  Hurry up, you're my date tonight, get a shower and get
dressed, come on!"

   They shared a quick shower, Louise quickly pressing a shirt for him and
sliding on a simple pullover summer dress while he shaved, brushing her
hair and quickly doing her face.  In 40 minutes they were walking into the
auditorium, Dylan noting the looks Louise was getting from the male
students, pride and jealousy mixing evenly.

   "Calm down, Dyl, it's just a mixer, I'm not dancing with anyone here
except you!" she whispered, slipping her arm through his and piloting him
over to the knot of lecturers and registrars who'd be her mentors for the
next 5 years.  After introducing him as her fiancé, and exchanging a few
pleasantries with each of her tutors, they slipped off to one side, content
to watch the other students as they attempted to connect with each other.

   A couple of the bolder ones asked Louise to dance, but she always
politely refused, until Dylan asked her why.  "You can dance if you like,
Lou, you're not making any deathless promises to anyone here!  Besides,
you're coming home with me tonight!" he grinned, surreptitiously sliding
his finger down the crease of her buttocks and flicking her anal bud
through her thin dress, making her gasp and grin happily.

   "OK, Dyl, but if that's the case, then I think you should ask one of
those half-dressed turbo-skanks over there, the ones undressing you with
their eyes -- they look like nice girls!" she grinned slightly maliciously,
and Dylan was forced to pinch her arse, making her grin again.

   He was uncomfortable at the thought of getting on a dance floor.  A man
who could run a parapet 50ft off the ground, at night, in Meindl desert
boots, wearing a 50lb pack and carrying a Minimi machine-gun, he felt
awkward and un-coordinated on the dance floor, afraid of twisting his feet
and landing on his arse like some limp-wristed RAF muppet, so he avoided
dancing as much as possible.  Louise solved that for him by pushing him in
the direction of the slightly predatory gaggle of girls, saying "Go, ask
someone, you'll like it, they're all practically sweating Oestrogen at
you!" He asked one girl, who jumped at the chance to dance with the big
hunky guy, but after the number was over, Dylan beat a hasty retreat,
sweating and terrified.  Satisfied that he'd at least made the effort,
Louise danced with a couple of the med students, one of them attempting to
get her in a corner for some free-style groping, but a quick knee put paid
to that, and the sight of her capable-looking boyfriend watching them
cooled the other would-be Romeo's off quickly.  Louise did insist he dance
with her at least once, and they slow-danced, Dylan loving the way she
fitted so perfectly against him, moulded herself into him so well.

   After an hour or so, Louise put down her drink.  "OK Dyl, I've mixed
enough, you danced, I danced, let's go home, I'm hungry and I want to play
with you!" Dylan grinned, this was more like it!

   When they got home, they ate the rest of the cold cuts and salad from
lunch for supper, and sat watching TV for a while, Dylan still absorbed in
Louise's features.  At last, he could take it no more, and reached over to
the remote, turning the TV off.  Louise immediately slid over and hoisted
herself onto his lap.  "I thought you were never going to get started,
Dyl!" she grinned at him.

   Dylan started to kiss her, and then pulled back as he remembered
something.

   "Lou, let me up a sec, I've got something for you, something from me --
and mum as well.  Wait here." He went into the spare bedroom, and dumped
his kit out of his duffel bag, looking for the little package he carried
everywhere with him, found it inside some rolled up clothing.  He knelt on
the floor next to the couch and took her left hand.

   "Lou, this is from me to you, as a token of the ring you'll wear one
day." With that he slid onto her ring finger the delicate gold 'Claddagh'
ring that had belonged to their mother, which their father had given to him
to give to his fiancée one day, making sure the point of the heart pointed
toward her finger tip, signifying that she was now engaged.

   "Thank you, Dylan." She whispered, tears in her eyes as she examined her
engagement ring.  "Come here, I want to thank you properly!"

   Dylan slid back onto the couch, Louise hopping back onto his lap and
putting her arms around his neck, kissing him deeply, seriously.  Dylan
responded in kind, the two of them twined together on the couch, enjoying
the sensation of being so close, so uninhibited with each other.

   Louise squirmed around until she was sitting astride him, and looked
into his eyes, grinning, her lip caught between her teeth.  She leaned
forward, kissing him lightly, and began sliding her panty-clad crotch over
his groin, Dylan's cock responding almost immediately.  Now her kissing
became more serious, her hands on the back of his neck as she ground her
crotch against him, bearing down on him, making him hard and ready.  His
hands slid up under her dress, cupping her firm round buttocks, his fingers
sliding into the sides of her panties, feeling her heat and moistness.  He
began to push back up against her, matching her rhythm, each of them
dry-humping the other.  Louise began to breathe faster, her face flushing
as Dylan worked her up, his hard cock ridged in his jeans, sliding along
her moist slit, the crotch of her panties slowly soaking through as she
frotted herself against him, their lips glued together as their tongues
fenced and darted together.

   Dylan gently rolled her over onto the couch, lying next to her as he
slid his hands back up under her dress and into her panties, pulling them
down past her knees and tugging her dress up.  Louise stopped moving
against him to help him pull off her dress, leaving her in just her
brassiere, her panties around her knees.  She shrugged off her underwear
completely, leaving herself naked on the couch.  Dylan stood up to pull off
his shirt and tug his jeans down, kicking off his shoes until he was
wearing just his shorts.  Louise pulled him close and tugged them down
allowing his cock to swing free, and held her arms out to him, beckoning
him onto the couch with her.

   As he moved onto the couch, she slid her legs apart, inviting him to lie
between them, to mount her.  Dylan moved on his knees between her
outstretched thighs, his cock fully erect, the head swollen and angry
looking, and moved up so she could position him at her entrance.  When she
smiled and nodded, he slowly pushed forward, sliding into her tight hot
pussy, Louise hissing as he filled her up, arching her back at the
sensations radiating from their joined sexes.

   He began to pump his cock into her, going slowly at first, letting her
get used to him again, gradually speeding up as her arousal climbed and her
movements against him became more pronounced.  Her hips began to pump in
time to his thrusts, rising up to meet him as he pumped into her, grinding
herself into him, her breathing quickening and her eyes rolling back as her
climax approached.  She came with a loud hissing groan, her pussy walls
clenching and rippling along his length, her breath coming in short
staccato bursts.  She slumped back, head lolling as her exertion took its
toll, Dylan still sliding himself into her.

   "Baby, get up, please, turn over sweetheart!" he whispered as he kissed
her, backing himself out of her.  Louise wriggled round, to lie on her
stomach, and Dylan pulled her back toward him, setting her on all fours. 
Now he aimed himself and slowly pushed forward, sliding his cock back into
her, rearing up to hold her by the hips as he pumped into her.  He slid his
hands round her ribcage, finding her lovely small breasts, squeezing and
rolling them in his cupped hands, twirling and rubbing her stiff nipples as
he pounded into her.  Louise gasped under the assault, pushing back against
him as he pushed forward, her nipples on fire as he manipulated them, his
lips soft and warm as he kissed the back of her neck, her shoulders,
between her shoulder blades.  She reached under herself, found her
clitoris, began to rub and caress herself, frigging as he pumped her, her
climax building again.  Dylan sped up, his own climax not far, stimulated
by the sight of her smooth elegant back and his cock sliding between her
lovely shapely buttocks, the sound of her gasping and calling him.  Louise
came first, her orgasm slamming into her, making her scream with the force
of her release, her cunt walls sucking and clenching at his cock.  The
sensation was too much for him, and came with a deep, heartfelt groan as he
shot stream after stream of sperm deep into her, coming like he never had
before, emptying himself into her body, the feel of his spunk shooting into
her setting off another wave of orgasmic pleasure in her.

   They both collapsed, winded, from the sheer exertion, the strain of such
an explosion of sexual release, Dylan almost paralysed with the strength of
his climax, Louise in no better state.  They lay still, unable to do more
than lightly nibble and kiss, feather touches, until they could recover
some of their strength.

   At last, Dylan stirred.  "Lou, shall we go to bed?  Or do you want to
spend the night on a couch?" he grinned.  Louise stroked his face, smiling
up at him.  "Darling, I'd love to spend the night here with you, but this
couch is not where I want to wake up with you.  Let's go!"

   They made their way to the bedroom, dropping into bed, only enough
strength left to hold each other, before they fell asleep.

   +++

   Dylan woke with a start, his early morning reflex kicking-in, and lay
quietly, enjoying the sight and feel of Louise against him, her face
serenely beautiful in repose.  At last, as if aware of his scrutiny, she
stirred and opened her eyes to smile happily at him.  "Baw'r da, milwr!"
she grinned, Dylan smiling back at her as he kissed her gently on her lips,
her forehead, the tip of her nose.  "Good morning to you, too, baby- girl!"


   She stretched and asked him what he wanted for breakfast, but Dylan had
had his breakfast instincts comprehensively destroyed by army food, so he
plumped for coffee and toast, Louise throwing a Tee-shirt on to quickly
make some.  After they'd finished breakfast in bed, she asked him what he
wanted to do.

   "Lou, I've only got a 5-day pass, all I really want to do is chase you
around the flat!" He grinned.  The real reason was a little more prosaic;
all of his pay went into an account set-up by Harry to help pay her
expenses at Medical School, although she wasn't aware of it.  He was
actually stony broke, but didn't want to admit it to her.  The way he saw
it, he was investing in her future, so it was worth it.

   "Come on, Dyl, let's go into Birmingham, take a walk through The
Jewellery Quarter, I love that place, all that money!" she grinned
impishly, and he grinned back; how was he going to tell her he didn't have
the money for the train fare?

   He fished out his empty wallet from his jacket pocket, made a show of
looking through it, grinned sheepishly at her.  "Lou, I don't have enough
on me just now for the train fare, could we leave it 'til later?"

   Louise's eyes narrowed, and she snatched his wallet from him, looked
inside.  "Dylan, there's nothing here, no ATM cards, nothing.  Where are
you going to get money from?  How?  You don't have any money, do you? 
Where's your pay, what have you done with it?" her voice suspicious and
demanding.  He knew this Louise; this was the Louise that could see right
through him.

   "Look Lou, it's not important.  I don't need money, the army feeds,
clothes and houses me, so I don't need any.  Just leave it, OK?" he asked,
face reddening.

   "Dylan Lewis, you will tell me the truth this instant, do you hear me!"
she demanded.  "Where is your pay, what have you done with it, and what do
you mean, 'you don't need money'?  Everyone needs money, even if only a
little, but you say you can get by with none at all.  What's going on here,
what is it you're not telling me?"

   Dylan was trapped; he couldn't lie to Louise, never could, she could see
right through him; he'd have to come clean.  "Lou, it goes into a special
savings account, Harry set it up.  It's being invested; for you, for Med
School; you need it more than I do.  Like I said, the army takes care of my
basic needs, so that means I can take care of yours."

   Louise looked at him in horror.  "You mean I take every penny you earn?
Oh Dylan, you poor baby, I can't do that, what about you?  I have
resources, I have a maintenance grant and my tuition is paid from a
bursary; the NHS subsidises this flat, and I can always pick up a part-time
assistant post at the hospital if I need more money.  Why did you have to
go and give me everything you have?"

   She was in tears now, distraught at the fact of her brother's sacrifice
for her; he didn't have a penny to his name, everything he earned went to
her.  There he was, being a soldier, earning not very good money to begin
with, and here she was, picking his pocket, swanning around like the cat
that ate the canary while he's sitting in his barracks at night too broke
to go out for a beer, because he'd given it all to her!

   Dylan hugged her close.  He'd been afraid this would happen.  "Lou, it's
OK, it was my choice; I wanted to make sure you had a good start, so you
could concentrate on your studies without worrying about bills, or
textbooks or anything like that.  Really, I don't need the money, but you
do, so you just keep it, use it properly, OK?  It's only for a few more
years, anyway, remember?"

   She wasn't so easily mollified.  "Dylan, if you keep doing this you'll
have flat nothing when you come out of the army, every penny you earned
will be spent, by me, and you'll have nothing, no savings, no nest-egg,
nothing!" She started crying again.

   Dylan was nonplussed, Louise crying was not something he had any great
experience of dealing with, so just held her close and let her sob, while
he tried to think of a way to make her accept the money he was putting away
for her.  It was little enough as it was -- the army didn't exactly overpay
squaddies, but it would help, and he was determined that she finished
medical school, qualified, did something real with her life.

   Her bracelet on the dresser caught her eye.  "Dylan, you could sell
that, get some money, something for yourself!  Please Dyl, you've got
nothing at all, please take it!"

   Dylan smiled.  "That's your engagement present, baby-girl, don't you
dare sell it!  I appreciate the thought, but I really want you to have
that, from me.  One day I'll be promising to endow you with all my worldly
goods, so think of it as an early start!"

   She grinned through her tears, smiling in spite of herself.  She didn't
deserve this boy, really.  He given her everything he had, literally, and
she couldn't help but feel a surge of love and pride in him, that he could
make such a decision and then stick by it, sacrifice so much for her.

   "One day, Dyl, I promise, I will pay you back, I swear!" she looked
deeply into his eyes, then hugged him close.  "Just qualify, baby-girl,
that's my investment, that's how you pay me back!" he grinned back at her.

   Louise pulled back for a moment, looking up at him, then leaned in to
kiss him gently, seriously, her lips opening under his, her tongue flicking
around his, fencing softly with him.  He could feel himself getting hard as
they kissed, and held her even closer, kissing her back with equal
enthusiasm, his hands roaming over her.  She pulled off her T-shirt and
they slid down into the bed, holding, fondling, touching and caressing,
feeling the heat building between them again.  He was already hard, and
Louise acknowledged this by taking hold of him and gently pumping him,
sliding her hands up and down his erect cock, sliding his foreskin back and
forth as she kissed him deeply.  He dipped his head down to lick and nuzzle
at her nipples, enjoying the feel of them hardening and erecting between
his lips, gently scraping them with his teeth to make her gasp and giggle
softly.  Dylan wanted to try something different, so he backed away from
her, smiling at the puzzled look on her face, to sit up straight and pull
her onto his lap, her legs astride him, kissing her deeply.  She responded,
kissing him back as she hugged herself tightly to him, trapping his raging
erection between them.  She smiled wickedly as she kissed him, slowly
sliding herself up and down, pumping his trapped cock between their
bellies, making him gasp against her lips.

   "Oh yes, you like that don't you, Dyl!" she murmured, doing it again and
making him groan again.  Dylan moved his hands to her cute bum cheeks,
squeezing and moulding them, running his fingers up and down the cleft
between her buttocks, pulling them apart and making her gasp.  "Oooh, Dyl
do that again!" she whispered into his lips, still licking and kissing his
lips and tongue.  He obeyed, rubbing his finger lightly in her bum cleft,
from the back of her slit to her perineum, tickling it lightly, his
fingertip gently circling her anal bud.  Louise giggled softly.  "That's
nice, that's very nice, you're so wicked!"

   Dylan lifted her up enough to get himself into position under her, and
she slowly sank down, taking him in gradually, her expression saying it all
as her eyes widened and her grin expanded.  "Oh God, Dyl, that feels so
good, so good!" she gasped, beginning to rise and fall, thrusting against
him, gradually speeding up and pistoning herself onto his aching cock,
grinding her clitoris against the root of his penis on her downstroke, her
hips gyrating as she squirmed and pounded against him.  She took his hand
and slid his finger into her mouth, sucking his index finger as she pumped,
then taking it out and directing him around to hold her backside, his wet
finger sliding over her anus.  She smiled and nodded, and he slid it into
her tight hole in one thrust, Louise squealing at the sudden double
penetration.  He pumped his finger into her in time to her thrusts, her
face and neck flushing as she approached orgasm, speeding up and tightening
her hold on his neck, pulling his face closer, his lip into contact with
hers.

   She came with a loud groan, calling out his name, and lolling over
backwards so that she would have fallen if his arm weren't around her
waist, holding her to him.  The pulsing and clenching of her vaginal walls
almost brought him off, but he held back until she stopped convulsing,
assisted her to lie back on the bed, and rolled her face down to move over
her.  He slid between her thighs and prodded her slit until his cock found
her entrance, then slid forward, pushing himself into her again in one
fluid glide, making her gasp with the sudden sensation.

   Dylan eased down to take his weight on his elbows and slid his hands
under her torso to find and cup her breasts, holding and squeezing them in
time to his thrusts, pumping his highly stimulated cock into her as hard as
he could, enjoying the feel of his belly slapping into her lovely round
yielding buttocks with every thrust, the sensation of her firm quivering
flesh against him as he pounded at her.  He couldn't last long like this,
not after what had gone before, and the sight of his beautiful sister
beneath him, the feel of her firm breasts and pebble-like nipples in his
hands, her lithe supple body threshing beneath him, the sound of her voice
as she squealed and whimpered and thrust back against him was altogether
too much.  He came with a loud groan, loosing what felt like an endless
spray of boiling hot spunk deep into the heart of her.  The heat of him
inside her and the sinewy pulsing of his cock was enough to set her off
again, her orgasm meshing with his as they sobbed and groaned together,
waves of pleasure rushing through them both.

   At last, Dylan stopped convulsing, the jets of sperm from him dying down
to a sticky trickle now, his body emptied out completely.  He rested his
head momentarily on the back of her neck, kissing her neck and shoulders
softly as he recovered, then carefully rolled off her to stroke her back
and gently squeeze and fondle her superb globular cheeks, enthralled with
their beauty, their firm taut springiness and perfect shape, the way they
fitted so well into his hands.

   She turned and wriggled closer to him, burying her face in the crook of
his neck, kissing and grazing on his neck and shoulder.  Dylan grinned. 
"Don't leave marks, baby-girl; you'll make my sergeant jealous!"

   "Pooh, you're mine and I'm marking you!  Any soldier doll wants to try
it on you, they'll see my brand and back off!" laughed Louise

   Dylan laughed as well.  "So you're my Soldier Doll, is that right?" he
teased.  Louise pointed at him, touched him gently between the eyes. 
"Damn' right I am, I meant it when I asked you to marry me, all you've got
to do now is spend the next 5 years working out how!"

   He turned on his side, Louise scooting up against him again, to slide
his free arm around her waist.  Again he marvelled at how lithe and limber
she was, her skin almost sparkling with life, clear and vibrant, an open
invitation to kiss and taste her, and the subtle smell of her, not soap or
shampoo, or the residue of their recent lovemaking, but the alluring
natural scent of a healthy, beautiful young woman just past the cusp of
maturity, fresh and still girlish.  He'd never before imagined his senses
could be this acute, his perception of her so pin-sharp, his image of her
so complete as now when he held her close and made love to her.

   He continued squeezing and massaging her buttocks, Louise kissing and
nibbling his neck some more, smiling as he groped and played with her sexy
buns, both of them content to just feel and admire the other's body, touch
and caress, no intent to arouse just yet.  Dylan was in a world of his own;
her bum really was spectacular, as was the rest of her, and he was lost in
his contemplation of her cool, gentle beauty, her soft and caring hands,
her long slim, shapely legs and tight, firm body.  Louise was thinking
along the same lines; she'd never been interested in any of the boys in
school or 6th Form, and none of her fellow medical students had appealed to
her in the slightest.  She had never felt the slightest urge to go clubbing
and meet boys just because her friends did, or have sex because her friends
were all experimenting.  She was aware that most of her friends suspected
she may be a carefully circumspect lesbian, but Louise knew she'd just been
waiting for the right man, the right time; had somehow known, deep down
inside, that one day it would be her older brother!  Looking at him
objectively, how could she not fall for him?  Tall, midnight black curly
hair close-cropped to fit under a Mark VI, the beginnings of a chin-strap
welt on his chin and under his jaw, clear steel-grey eyes, fair skinned,
fit, muscular and athletic.  Ruggedly handsome, with their father's firm
chin, chiselled nose and strong jaw-line, he was a perfect example of fit,
healthy young manhood in anyone's book, and she was proud and swept away by
how deeply he felt for her and the sacrifices he had made for her.

   Dylan tipped her chin up, to look in her eyes.  "Baby, one day soon, we
have to talk about how we're going to make this happen; you know that what
we want is never going to be allowed, not in this country, so you really
need to help me make this come out the way we want it."

   Louise allowed her smile to drop away, her face becoming serious for
moment.  "Of course, Dyl, but if we can't, we can still be together, the
way we want, just no marriage license to complicate things; it's just a
silly piece of paper, anyway, we don't need it to be together.  But I do
need you, to be my lover, my partner, and the father of my children. 
Whatever we decide, it will be right for both of us, I promise you; I'm not
going anywhere without you!"



   to be continued....
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