Home from the War

***My college sister set up a party for me and my friends just returning from Afganistan***

We were four army buddies home from Iraq. We’d been eating sand and pissing dust for over a year and were dying for a genuine, frost sweating long neck beer in a bar listening to the loudest band we could find. In the next week we wanted to get drunk, laid, laid, drunk then laid again. My home town was the closest to the base so I called my younger sister and told her I had three friends and we were coming to town. I asked her if she could set up a party with some of her college friends for us homecoming heroes. She got excited, squealed with delight and promised me a welcome I would never forget.

My sister Ashley is two years younger than me. She had just started her second year of college when I left. She is barely over five feet tall and reminds me of Megan Fox in looks and body. Not only is she hot and pretty, she’s smart. At school she is studying to be a Veterinarian, which in any language means doctor. That takes more brain power than I have.

One of my three friends had saved my life in Iraq with covering fire during an ambush and I felt like I owed him everything I had, and one of those things was my sister. I was going to ask her to fuck this guy until his nuts shriveled up from abuse. I was positive I could talk her into it, he wasn’t bad looking and was the type she liked to date.

My parents were beside themselves with joy at the reunion with me and my friends. Nothing was too good for us. Ashley wasn’t there; she lived in her own place near the college. We managed to down a few beers then fell out in my room. We crashed at my parents place the first night, there were bodies all over my bedroom floor.

The next morning I was woken up by someone shaking my shoulder. I barely opened an eye and saw my baby sister grinning down at me. “Good morning lazybones. You going to hide out in here all day?” I smiled up at her and held my arms out. Ashley stepped over a body beside my bed, into my arms then lay down beside me. She put her head on my chest, her arm over my stomach and said “I’ve missed you Brad. You don’t know how much I’ve needed to see you again. I’m so glad you didn’t get shot and killed over there.”

“I’m kinda glad I didn’t get killed too.” Then I teased her, “If I were dead then you’d be the first angel I ever held in my arms.” She beamed happily, gave me a little sister peck on the lips then pushed off me and the bed.

“I have to go,” she dropped a piece of paper on my chest, “but be here tonight, we are going to welcome you home properly. Bring a few pizzas and junk food, we’ll get the keg.” I looked at Ashley from head to feet and had a small feeling of regret that she was my sister. Not so my friend lying next to my bed. Ashley was standing over him, feet planted on each side of his head and as she talked to me he was inspecting her jeans covered legs from crotch to floor.

After she left he looked up at me, “Damn she’s hot. I got dibs on that one.”

“No offense Mike, but she wants to meet King. They’ve been trading notes to each other in the letters and emails she and I write. She’s lined up other girls and I’m sure she won’t hook us up with the dregs of society.” King was my life saving best friend.

After a huge breakfast served by my joyous mother the four of us toured the town and waited impatiently for the party to start. I spent most of the day with a semi-rock erection, trying to imagine what kind of welcome me and the boys were going to have. Ashley was a natural, likable girl that grew up with friends that could burn my hands if I touched them. I spent the better part of my teen years trying to fuck most of them. I managed to get lucky with three. My sister always chided me for chasing ‘younger women’ but she never got mad when I managed to screw one, and I know for a fact she fucked a couple of my friends.

We got to the house as early as we could without appearing too eager. My sister met us at the door and gave me another long hug while telling me how much she missed me. Each of my friends got a quick hug and a kiss on the cheek as he came into the house. Inside we met three more college coeds and true to form, Ashley invited the best of the best. The four of us stood in a line as the hostess introduced us. First to put out her hand was Claudia. Claudia looked Swedish. She was a tall, lithe, blue-eyed blonde whose eyes sparkled like the waters of a deep clear fiord. She gave each of us a peck on the cheek then stepped aside for Monica…[continue reading](https://cuckoldingsex.com/blog/home-from-the-war/)

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