Catey snoozed softly on my chest, both of us exhausted from our first lovemaking session together. Absent-mindedly, I played with her long blonde curls and listened to her soft breathing. I was about to join her in my dreams when the phone rang.
"Hello?"
"Mr. Brian Rourke?"
"Speaking."
"This is Lt. Col James West. I'm sure you've heard the news from the Balkans already?"
"Actually, I haven't." I was beginning to worry now.
West sighed audibly, "There's been an...incident."
"What do you mean?" I took the cordless and left the room, leaving Catey to sleep.
"Well, a mortar shell, several actually, have been detonated in and around the US outpost and there were several casualties."
I could feel the bottom of my stomach fall out.
"Lt. Terri Mitchell was killed trying to pull wounded civilians from the area. She saved three people before she..." he trailed off, obviously upset as well.
"Um, I...I just don't know what to say."
"I realize this is a tough time, I just wanted to call you personally. Can I contact you again to work out the details?"
By details, I knew he meant body transport.
"Um yes." I managed.
He gave me his number and passed on his best wishes for Catey and I. After I hung up, I got dressed and woke Catey. She smiled and stretched out on the bed, then pulled me down to her for deep, wet kiss. I couldn't return it, not just then.
"What's wrong?"
"Catey, I just got a call from the Army."
She just stared, confused.
"It's about your Mom, she's...oh shit, I'm so sorry Catey."
Realization broke over her gentle face. Tears formed, she fought them, then they poured forth in a stream.
"NO!" She screamed. She screamed at me, at God, at the universe. In a moment her world had been smashed into shards of a surreal nightmare.
I tried to hold her, but she just sat there, sobbing loudly and rocking herself. We stayed there for hours, just crying and trying to make sense of everything.
The next few days were a lot for both of us. I had a great deal of stuff to take care of for Catey. Papers, forms, lawyers, you name it. The military, thankfully, handled quite a bit for me. Jim West was a huge help in everything. The day of the funeral was hectic. Catey was like a rag doll that day, so I had to dress her myself, then we had to pile into the town car and drive out to the cemetery. Complicating the day was a visit from the President. As soon as the papers had gotten wind that one of the victims was a single mother, the shit had hit the political fan. I felt so bad for Catey, here she was, thirteen and getting to meet the President, only too distraught to give a damn.
That night I laid in bed, staring at the ceiling, trying to sort everything out. I had legally adopted Catey, not a big deal really since I already had guardianship and Terri's will expressly asked for me to take care of her in case something like this happened. My musing were interrupted by a soft knock at my door.
Catey was standing there in her PJs, face red and streaked.
"Um, can I come in?"
"Sure sweety."
Catey hadn't stepped into my room since the day we made love two weeks ago. She slid into bed and laid her head on my chest. I could feel her sigh against me.
"I can't help feeling like I'm being punished. Every time something good rolls around, something else ruins it."
"You know that isn't true. We have each other to get through this, isn't that all that matters?" I whispered.
Another sigh. I stroked her hair again, soft curls against my fingers.
"I love you." she breathed.
"I love you too."
She looked up and kissed me softly on the lips. I returned her kiss with appreciation and affection. She slid complete atop me as we continued making out. She sat up and began undoing her top. Sliding the shirt off, I went to work on one small tit and then the next. She moaned with delight as I nibbled each erect nipple in turn. My engorged member rubbed into her cunt through the thin flannel of her pajama bottoms. Finally Catey had had enough and slid off of me, pulling her pants down, leaving her naked except for a pair of white ankle socks. I too dropped the boxers I was wearing, leaving me completely nude.
Catey straddle me again, rubbing her cunt over my cock. Her inexperience was a bit of a blessing as she tried in vain for several minutes to press my dick into her tight hole. The rubbing and friction only made me cock harder and harder. Finally, she pressed down and forced my rod down her tight teenage pussy. Catey groaned loudly. Her head dropped back, eyes closed as she rode me. Her hands found their way up and down my chest as her hips rose and fell. I massaged her tight ass, delighting in its silky feel within my grasp. A soft moan issued from her lips as she picked up the pace. Soon her hips were grinding down into mine. Catey was now gasping for air as her climax came closer and closer.
"Ugh, ugh, ugh, of fuck yes! Yes, yes, oh fuck yes! Oooooh yeeeeeesssss!"
I could feel the thirteen-year-old's cunt quiver and tighten as her orgasm rippled through her body. She breathed heavily as she rested on my chest.
"I haven't felt anything for two weeks. Thank you."
"Don't thank me yet." I whispered, keeping her impaled on my cock, I rolled her around, sat up and began fucking her from behind.
My hips slapped into her's as we found our rhythm. I knew I wouldn't last much longer, so I picked up the pace fucking her wildly, two weeks of abstinence taking their toll on her young twat.
"Oh Brian, fuck me! Fuck me! Oh fuck yes!" she screamed as her cunt gripped mine in delicious ecstasy. Soon I was erupting my cum into her hole, splashing deeply into her womb it filled her to overflowing.
Now I was gasping for air, laying there on top of her, nibbling her ear.
"It will all right now Catey. I promise."
Catey just smiled contentedly, stroking her now cum-filled belly, "I know love. I know."
To Be Continued...