The Wilkins and Friends - a Home Nudity Experiment
Copyright© 2023 by Pete Fox
Chapter 25
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 25 - 3rd place Best Incest Story 2023. It's 2005. A conservative American family with three daughters and a son decided to follow the advice of a new self-help book: Casual Family Nudity. What can go wrong? Soon a pastor friend and his family visit and things take a turn. Much sex. Grandparents, aunt, new friends, and a sister-in-law all join the home nudity experiment. Book 1 climaxes on a family trip to nudist resort in Florida. Book 2 is posting now. SG1 fanfiction minor plot line throughout.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa mt/ft Ma/ft mt/Fa Fa/Fa ft/ft Fa/ft Mult Teenagers Heterosexual Fiction Fan Fiction Historical Military War Sharing Incest Group Sex Orgy Swinging First Lactation Masturbation Oral Sex Voyeurism Big Breasts Clergy Nudism
Iraq – Balad – April
SFC Bob Wilkins shed his ACU, tossing blouse, t-shirt, and pants on the small desk. He was ready for bed in the cool air-conditioned containerized housing unit (CHU) that was his ‘home’. Night shifts were busy in the Joint Intelligence Operations Center-Iraq (JIOC-I). Multiple Special Operations teams needing air surveillance support overnight, the officers in charge juggling and prioritizing requests as SEAL and Delta Teams ran raids. Not a sexy job, he’d rather be out with the door kickers. As an 18F, Special Forces Intelligence Sergeant, he had the skill set. Tommy and Major Jenkins were out supporting Ramadi operations for now; he was working 12-hour shifts.
At least he had a private room close to the showers and toilets so he could sleep uninterrupted. He sat on his bed just as someone rapped on his door.
“Hey, open up. Don’t leave a girl standing out here.” Captain Colleen McMurphy announced. Bob grinned. That didn’t take long. 24 hours?
He let her in, and they stood next to his bed. He was in his boxer shorts. Colleen wore a combination of hospital scrub top and ACU bottoms, fresh from the ER, he guessed. She looked tired.
“Fancy seeing you here,” he said, trying to play down the awkward moment. They’d had a successful MEDCAP mission the day before and discussed having a drink together. She was a short timer, two weeks to go before her tour ended. He was not far behind her. Four weeks, if he had the math right.
“Would you like company?” Colleen asked. Reaching into her thigh pocket, she pulled out a couple of minibar bottles of Jack Daniel’s.
Bob took a cold can of Coke from his small refrigerator and two plastic cups from the desk. “Sorry, no ice,” he said, taking the minibar bottles from her. Old No. 7 Tennessee Whiskey, they were in luck, a classic.
Turning back after making their drinks, the pretty nurse from Kansas was close, really close, her chocolate eyes inviting, yet weary.
“Is something wrong?” he said, handing her a cup of Jack and Coke. His Spidey-sense telling him not to jump too fast.
Colleen leaned into him, and he was holding her in his arms. He was barefoot, she was in tennis shoes, her head on his shoulder, a sob.
Bob brought her down to bed, careful not to spill. As he massaged her shoulders, he could tell she was trying to hold it together as she kicked off her shoes.
She took a sip, then handed him the cup. He sat quietly sipping his drink as she took off her top, then her pants, all joining his uniform on the desk. Plain dark bra, probably a C cup, and panties, nothing sexy, just like his boxers.
He waited as she took her cup and drank, grimacing at the taste. “Last night was hard. We’re getting a lot of critical cases from Ramadi. It’s bad. We lost two Marines on my shift.” She said, noticing the Playboy calendar on the wall, a gift from Liv.
Bob put an arm around her shoulders. He couldn’t do what she did, day after day. He massaged her tight neck as she drank.
“I’ve been here nearly a year. It’s becoming too much. I really need a break,” she said, turning to face him.
Even as his cock betrayed him, tenting his boxers, he didn’t move. He drank his Jack and Coke, relaxing. He was tired like her, but different.
“Can I just stay here? I want a guy I trust to hold me.” Colleen said that little sexy grin on her lips an arrow in his heart.
“Sure.” Bob stood and went to the window, pulling the blackout curtain closed and adjusting the temperature, ensuring it stayed cool as the day got hotter.
On the bed, Colleen reached behind her and did that special move girls do and unhooked her bra, slipping it off her shoulders.
“They need to breathe,” Nurse McMurphy said as she tossed the bra on the pile. Not bashful, she let him get a good look.
Close-set, big, and round, firm-looking breasts with perky pink ‘eraser nipples.’ Colleen had a great pair, even better than he had imagined.
Bob slipped off his boxers. “He needs to breathe, gets sweaty.” He fired back, teasing. Bob got a smile as she looked but didn’t touch.
Colleen cooled his heels. “I have to work again in six hours. Just hold me, help me sleep.”
Bob flipped off the light and sat on the bed next to her. In the darkness, they lay together. He wrapped Colleen in his arms. His cock pressed against her back. It felt great to hold a woman.
Their combined breathing slowed. “Thank you, Bob. You’re a good man.” She said.
He kissed her hair and pulled her tight against his chest. More sobs, she turned into him, his cock stiff between them, breasts pressed against his chest as he rubbed her back. They both dozed off under the sheet, the air conditioning’s hum hypnotic.
The Pines – Late Morning (2nd Day)
Oh Really
From the comfort of her sunbed beside the pool, JoAnn listened to the conversation around her. Caroline Miller on her right and, newly arrived, Katie Nelson on her left. Sarah Michelle, aka ‘Buffy’, had just set her bag on the corner sunbed next to Kristy. Two big umbrellas provided some shade in the bright late morning sun. Their nude bodies gleamed with sunblock, protecting the pale portions of their bodies that rarely saw the sun’s rays.
“How was your time in the mediation pool with Donna?” JoAnn asked her oldest.
Kristy faced her mom. “It was good. We talked about the diary and her family,” she said, as she sat on the beach-towel-covered cushion behind her. She wanted to bake on a quick tan, risking a bit of sunburn, so no sunblock for her. Would her tan lines ever go away?
“Grandma went back to the RV to start making lunch.” Kristy informed her mom.
Sarah joined the conversation. “Thank you for saving our seats. What were you all just talking about? Did I hear someone say, ‘cocks’ just now?” she asked, applying lotion to her face and shoulders, over her pale breasts, and on down, her dark sunglasses protecting her eyes.
JoAnn smiled at the popular actress. According to the sandwich board sign next to the steps, Sarah had spent the last hour ‘giving relief’ for charity. She was cute and had quickly become a part of their little family clique in the last 24 hours. The actress had a great body, and Ben had become her shadow, tied at the beasts so to speak.
Caroline answered, “We were just talking about younger penises.” These were words that she would not have dreamed of saying in public six months ago. “And our first time giving a blow job.” Her husband had been her first, followed by Ben.
“Hi, I’m Katie.” Katie Nelson turned and waved at Sarah, her heavy 34D chest shifting as she sat up. “And yes, it was my question.”
“Oh, fun!” Sarah said, pulling her dark hair into a ponytail as she settled onto the sunbed. “Nice to meet you,” she said. “Get me up to speed. What did I miss?” Her vivacious personality was infectious. No stuck-up Hollywood pretense in her.
JoAnn cut in. “Well, Sarah. Caroline and I shared our experiences and were debating the merits of young versus experienced. Me, I gave my first blow job when I was twelve, and I prefer experienced. We were just waiting for Katie’s answer.”
“Great. I’ll play.” Sarah said, placing a wide-brimmed bush hat on her head. “Tell us, Katie?” Sarah said, looking at the pretty, curly-haired brunette with her big, pink-tipped chest and long, athletic legs, whose pale body hadn’t seen much sun recently.
Katie turned to face Sarah and the others. JoAnn waited. “Like many of us here, I was raised pretty strict, going to church growing up in a steel town in Pennsylvania.” She paused. “My first time was just before the senior prom. Not with my husband, whom I met at Penn.”
“And young or experienced?” Caroline asked.
Even under the black straw cowboy hat protecting her eyes, they could see her blush.
“I like ... young,” Katie said, glancing around the pool, only now worrying who might be listening among the thirty or so adults and kids playing in the pool or sunning like them.
Sarah kept digging. “Why?”
JoAnn knew why; Katie had confessed to a fascination with young boy penis during a home nudity afternoon with her and Olivia at the Wilkin’s house. She dreamed of sucking off her own son, she’d said, but hadn’t yet at the time.
“I like being a first—knowing it was me and how they look,” Katie admitted, playing coy with any further details.
“We have two votes for younger and one for experienced,” JoAnn said, looking at Sarah and Kristy.
“Mom, you and Caroline know.” She said, picturing the first time when they were all together on the big bed. “Anyway, I like experienced,” she said, thinking of the older men she’d been with versus her brother and Ben.
“Sarah, you have to break the tie,” JoAnn said. “I’m sure, being from Hollywood, you have a good story or two?”
Sarah looked at her new friend, Kristy. “You can tell me later.” A pause. “Let’s see. As you know, actors go on many casting calls to get one small part. Often, they’re called back two or three times to do scenes in front of casting teams, producers, and sometimes the director.” She had their attention.
“I was fifteen, and my mom was with me, trying to land a part in a new TV series. We were alone with the producer. He was a big, well-dressed, older man. I remember him looking at my mom and saying, ‘Sarah, take off your clothes. The character, she’s a bad girl, so I need to see how you look.”
JoAnn was enjoying the story. Sarah had a gift for storytelling. She saw Ben stop on the steps, coming down from the meditation and mineral pools behind Sarah Michelle.
“I was startled. Even at that age, I was used to the odd request to take off my shirt or bend over. You either did it or you walked away and went back to where you came from. When I was fourteen, I was felt up for the first time by a producer, but my mom stopped things before they went too far. But that day, the stakes were higher: a leading role in a TV series.”
Sarah took a sip of water. “The character had a bad girl personality. Mom nodded. I took off my blouse, bra, and the rest. Puberty in full force, I was still growing up here.” Sarah motioned to her chest. “I remember trying to cover myself, a hand on my breasts, one over my pussy,” a pause.
“He sat there, on the small couch, his pants unzipped, examining my naked body. Motioning with his hand, I dropped my arms, exposing my chest and pubes, red in the face, his eyes on me. I turned around, bent over, then read a few lines. Anyway, things got out of hand. ‘Suck my cock,’ he said, pulling out his big, hairy penis. My mom offered to do it, but he insisted that I do it. I had never given anyone a blow job before, but I did it.”
“Wow. I’m sorry,” Caroline said. Her empathy as a woman and wife of a pastor was evident.
“It’s okay, part of the business. That was my first, and not the last. I prefer younger,” Sarah said, sitting back on her sunbed.
JoAnn glanced at Ben, who had assumed his shadow position quietly standing next to Sarah as she told her story.
“Ben, what do you think? Young or experienced when it comes to sucking cocks?” JoAnn asked, knowing of his experiences as he explored his sexuality. She and Caroline were settling on the fact that her son was possibly bisexual, as he certainly enjoyed women in addition to sucking penises.
“Uh, older, I guess,” he said, answering truthfully, then blushing when Sarah looked up at him.
“Really?” she said, reaching for his cock. “I need to put some lotion on that.”
Caroline spoke. “Ben makes it a tie!” she said. Watching ‘Buffy’ with Ben, she knew she didn’t need to protect him; he was finding his way, enjoying the best of both sexes.
“I guess we will have to figure out a tiebreaker later,” Katie said as the redheaded server Annie walked up carrying a drink on a tray.
“On me,” Annie said, standing in front of Sarah’s sunbed. She placed a plastic cup with a colorful cocktail on the small table. “Thank you for what you did at the meditation pool, working for tips to raise funds for Ruth’s House.”
Sarah smiled, “My pleasure, it was nothing really.” She said, picking up the cup and taking a sip.
Annie looked at the women and Ben. “When not working up here, I live at Ruth’s House in Athens and have for the last three years. If it wasn’t for Marcus and his partner, Helen, I would have been homeless. Now, I have an Air Force ROTC scholarship to Georgia Tech. Every bit of money counts and helps Ruth’s stay open.” Annie said.
“That’s impressive,” JoAnn replied. Emancipated teens had the deck of life stacked against them as they didn’t have family supporting them. Ruth’s House appeared to be that family.
“Thank you. With a few supportive regulars I met working here, and scholarships, I’ll be the first in my family to attend college.”
“What do you mean by supportive?” Kristy chimed in, curious. Annie was cute, pale, and freckled. Her name was on the ‘relief schedule’ at the upper pools for late afternoons, where she could earn big tips.
Annie smiled, “The couple behind us on the other side of the pool, the older gentleman reading the Tom Clancy novel, and his wife, they like me to come by their house once in a while to spice up their sex life. They gave me their daughter’s old Jeep Cherokee and tip well.” She paused. “Another guy, Joel, he’s a Baptist preacher at one of those growing mega churches. He comes by the first of the month to Ruth’s. We fuck, he pays me, and we spend the rest of the night talking. Those big churches have lots of troubled people. Most guys just want something a little different and a connection.” She smiled again. “I’m finishing my senior year of high school and have a handful of men who see me, all the girls at Ruth’s House do.”
“That’s why I support Ruth’s,” Sarah said. “They provide a safe place, work, and when they finish high school just about all the girls join the military or get scholarships to attend college. Come again this summer, you will see them working here.”
Annie nodded. “So, thank you.” She said, waving goodbye and taking her drink tray.
Kristy listened quietly. She could relate. She had an older ‘sugar daddy’ who was buying her stuff and giving her free golf lessons. And the sex was pretty good.
Katie’s dripping wet daughter, Olivia, came from the pool, followed by the rest of the girls: Jenny, Lynn, Sarah, and Becky.
“We’re hungry,” the cute brunette said, a miniature version of her mom.
“Donna is making lunch at the RV for anyone who wants to join us,” JoAnn said, standing.
Kristy nodded. “I do, then we have those games on the athletic field at one o’clock.” She said. A good race would help clear her mind. She’d never run naked before.
Paradigm
The stone-lined pools of the upper hot springs, built in the 1930s, the location overlooked a valley in North Georgia. Nestled below sat The Pines Family Resort, constructed in the 1950s, as WWII and Korean War veterans embraced nude recreation. Its pine trees, soothing waters, and rolling foothills drew families seeking escape from urban scrutiny.
Soaking in the warm, soothing waters, Hannah, Samantha, and Marcus relaxed, drinking cans of PBR beer with their feet up, steam rising from the geothermal water in pools. Samantha, her blonde hair in a tight bun, rested her feet in Marcus’s lap on his left. On his right, the tops of Hannah’s heavy breasts were barely visible above the steaming water. For thirty minutes, she had told her story. Of meeting Samantha Carter at Cambridge in November, followed by the mysterious job offer, an expedition to ancient Babylon in Iraq, hearing Ishtar’s voice in her head, the climactic events in Athens, and retrieving the Bull of Heaven from the Vatican, with only a couple of interruptions.
Marcus sipped his PBR. “Quite a story. Hathor was a beautiful, conniving, murderous bitch compared to this Ishtar. You got off easy.” His normal soothing voice suddenly had a hard edge.
“She was. You haven’t lost your touch,” Samantha said, lifting her strong left leg from the water before lowering it. “Great foot massage. You should try it, Hannah.”
Hannah reached for her beer. She’d laid everything bare for “Uncle Mark,” Colonel Marcus Weber Jr., USAF (Ret.), as Samantha had urged.
“What happened to this Hathor woman?” Hannah asked, trying to wrap her mind around the consequences of what they were saying. She’d written several academic papers on Hathor.
“Jack helped her have an accident with a cryogenic chamber,” Samantha said matter-of-factly as she swigged her beer then tossed the can at the foam cooler. “Hannah, you’ll learn all this later.”
“I read about that. Jack did the universe a service getting rid of that Goa’uld.” Marcus said as he set Samantha’s feet aside and took Hannah’s left leg. “Sam, you could’ve invited me to Athens,” he said, giving her a mock-disappointed look.
“After that stunt you pulled with the Untouched on P3X-797 before retiring? I wasn’t sure,” she teased.
Hannah tried to follow their banter. She had unburdened herself, debriefing to Marcus as Samantha instructed. After Rome, Samantha’s promise of answers fueled her hope. That a relative of hers knew of this secret project was surprising.
Samantha was right. Marcus’s strong hands gave a soothing foot massage. They’d hiked uphill in sandals for twenty minutes to these pools and an old wooden cabin.
Across from Hannah, Samantha’s face turned serious. “Marcus, any advice for Hannah? Her initial artifact analysis was spot on about their origin, and she has proven herself to be a reliable and flexible operator in the field.”
Marcus looked out over the valley, glanced at the sky, before giving Hannah his full attention.
“So, I’ve heard. Hannah, of my sister’s grandkids, you’re the brightest,” Marcus said, massaging her calf. “And the most open-minded,” he added, his hand sliding up her thigh under the water. “Trust your gut and your teammates.” He said. “Do that and you’ll be fine.”
Hannah nodded, a slight smile breaking through. The last five months pointed to a conclusion she struggled to accept.
Samantha floated to the pool’s center, feet touching the rocky bottom. “Come.”
Hannah and Marcus joined her in a tight circle, arms around each other’s waists.
“Look up,” Samantha said.
Hannah gazed at the blue sky, supported by the others.
“At night, you’d see the Milky Way, billions of stars,” Samantha said, pulling her closer. “Space is vast and dangerous. P3X-797 is one of those worlds.”
Tears welled in Hannah’s eyes, she wasn’t crazy.
“We can’t share everything yet,” Samantha continued. “But if you choose to proceed, your life will change, a paradigm shift. Training is tough; not everyone can handle the Stargate project. Maybe in a few months, if P3X-797’s inhabitants allow him back, Marcus can take you and Meghan. They’re related to the ancient Minoans, which you would find interesting.”
Hannah cried, hot, salty tears of relief running down her cheeks, smiling, nodding. “Okay, yes. Dr. Jones, he knows this, too?”
“Yes,” Samantha replied, a hand on her face brushing the tears. “His wife, Angela, was in the project but left after a couple of missions. It wasn’t for her.”
Hannah took a deep breath. “I can’t tell anyone, right?”
“No,” Samantha said. “But we’ve funded your and Tess’s study grants for this summer’s dig season. Tess doesn’t know, yet, about Stargate.”
Hannah melted into Samantha’s arms, their lips meeting. One of Marcus’s hands gripped her shoulder, the other on a tit, his erection pressing against her ass cheeks.
She walked back to camp with a lightness in her steps, holding hands with her lover. There was some kind of athletic contest that Marcus had to be back for soon. She was famished.
The Next Day
Like Job
Kristy’s eyes opened and stayed that way. She didn’t know if she was tired; her brain was already busy with thoughts flowing left and right, circling. The first rays of morning light filtered in through the guest bedroom curtains. The lump in front of her under the blanket slept on her side. She risked running her hand over the curve of her hip, along her ribs to her perfect, full breast.
Samantha stirred, pulling her hand tighter over her tit. Kristy kissed the older woman’s shoulder. “I’m going to make coffee,” Kristy said quietly. No reply.
On the other side of Samantha was Aunt Hannah, her breathing deep, restful. Last night had been a surprise, being included in their beautiful sapphic play. She’d come to ‘Uncle Mark’s cabin expecting to spend the night with him and Donna. Instead, a ‘spontaneous’ sex party broke out.
Shivering in the cool morning air, her feet quickly padded across the worn wooden floorboards and intricately woven Persian rugs. She searched the living room for her hoodie, finding it beside a futon bed. Two bodies wrapped in an Indian blanket, a brown ponytail, and a guy’s hairy legs, the clue, Ben and Sarah Michelle, slept. Ben got his wish and then some. In the back of her wine-fogged brain, she thought she remembered Ben inviting Buffy to his senior prom with them. Next to them, Annie’s delicious body lay dead to the world, partially covered by a blanket, cute little snorts escaping her lips.
The sex party had died out well before midnight due to exhaustion. All the teens drained by Marcus’s naked pentathlon. Gathered on the main sports field. Two age groups, 10-14 and 15-18, divided by sex. About thirty participants. Five events: 100-meter dash, 1.5K trail run, air rifle, frisbee throw for distance, and the long jump. Everyone naked, oiled up and shiny, boys and girls, the adults parked around the field sunning on blankets, in camp chairs, drinking, socializing, and cheering. Sarah Michelle joined Marcus as a judge and handed out cheap Camp Pines medals. JoAnn was allowed to shoot some videos and take pictures. Sarah Miller and Ben won their ‘long-distance’ races; Kristy held her own on air rifle and frisbee. Jenny pulled out a win in the dash, Lynn a silver in frisbee. Olivia surprised the group with an air rifle gold. Many a man on the sidelines had a hard-on and was looking for relief after watching all that young flesh. So, after a couple of hours of increasingly kinky sex and wine, their little group dropped off to sleep in ones and twos or headed back to their beds.
She pulled on her hoodie. In the kitchen, she found the coffee pot. Coffee already made, still hot. She took a big white mug, poured a cup, added milk, and grabbed a granola bar. She was a sunrise girl and felt closer to God at this time of day. Passing the master bedroom, she gently pushed on the door. Ilsa and Donna, as expected. She paused at the bathroom to pee and run a washcloth over her face and pubes. Her hair a mess, she left it alone.
Kristy stood on the deck behind the man sitting on the wicker loveseat, the sun slowly climbing higher.
“Join me,” Marcus said without looking.
She sat, closer on his left than she needed to, cuddling up next to this strange man who, like her, wore a sweatshirt and nothing else. His cock was relaxed, as big as her dad’s, pubes neatly trimmed. Last night, he wielded it like a master of his craft, sexual pleasure, always in control.
“What are you doing up this early?” She said, shifting her attention to the open book and notepad in his lap, coffee cup on the wide armrest.
“Preparing a Bible study. Men’s group this morning in the café.” He said, turning his head to look at her. “You have fun last night?”
She shifted her cup to her left hand and put her arm through his. “Yes.” She didn’t elaborate.
Adjourning to Marcus’s cabin after a social at the clubhouse. The parents had been talking about the stupid young versus experienced penis tiebreaker, but nothing ever came of it except some dares. With the only two cocks in the room Marcus and Ben had been popular. Samantha had changed that, going to Marcus’s bedroom, she’d brought back a strap-on and a couple of other toys. The three of them made their own party as the others sucked, fucked, and played games around them.
Lying on top of Hannah with her aunt’s sexy, powerful lover, Samantha fucking Kristy from behind had been an unforgettable experience. She’d taken it, orgasms rolling her as she played with Hannah’s big breasts as Ben and Sarah Michelle fucked on the Persian rug in the middle of the room. Marcus, careful not to break any hymens, gave the young girls Jenny, Lynn, Olivia, and Sarah Miller an advanced lesson on the male cock. Using all their holes, Olivia’s mouth, Jenny’s little bottom, and so on, he’d educated and entertained them, while the women formed a lesbian coven. Donna held court over everyone, directing, coaching, and keeping wine glasses full. Marcus pulled Katie from the coven, using her big, soft breasts to demonstrate titty fucking. Her pussy wet. He slipped between Katie’s thighs as she protested, weakly, her words cut off as JoAnn sat on her face as Marcus pressed himself home. People changed places and partners; Ilsa and Annie, who were staying in the large cabin, joined them later. Damn, Annie was a great kisser and left a stinging hickey on her right boob; she’d returned the favor.
“Parties like last night are good for the soul, but not too often.” He smiled, placing a hand on her bare thigh.
“Moderation, I get it.” she said. Her hurting head agreeing. Kristy tried to read the Bible’s small print. “What book?” she was curious.
“The book of Job, Chapter 24.” He said as he lifted the well-used NIV study Bible for her to better see.
She nodded. The Old Testament, often vengeful in its judgment, did have the best stories. Still, she preferred the hopeful Gospels of the New Testament. “Why Job?”
Marcus talked without looking at the words. “The verses, 14 and 15, talk about light and darkness. Evil happens in the night, but when you shed light on such evil, it tends to run. On the other hand, the lesson of not hiding our sins in darkness, being in the light, is the most important lesson to take away.” He said.
Kristy was following. “So, what we do, the family stuff. The Bible or God says that last night was a sin, but not to hide in darkness?” She said, knowing full well the last five months had not exactly been sin-free.
“That’s true. We are all sinners in the eyes of God, just don’t try to hide from Him. “I’ve been places where the taboo things we do as a family are considered normal, even expected. For example, I’ve been having sex with my sisters and mom since I was young. My dad has his own relationship with his daughters. The sex deepened our relationship; it didn’t come between us, as far as I am concerned.” Marcus paused to drink from his cup.
Kristy did the same, a big gulp of coffee, she was trying to concentrate on what he had to say, it felt important. Marcus continued talking. Running his hand along her thigh, his touch felt nice.
“For me, our ‘special relationships’ have been a source of strength when times were tough, like on my first tour in Vietnam flying F-4 Phantoms; I lost a lot of friends. I shared my pain in a letter to my middle sister, who ditched her boyfriend and met me in Hawaii during my R&R leave. The bond was strong, and that experience got me thinking. The only reason for hiding, in my view, is the laws of man, not God. He’s everywhere.”
Kristy nodded her head. That was a lot, understanding what he said for the most part, she took a sip of coffee. Kristy could see what Marus was talking about happening in her family, the bonds making them stronger.
The screen door behind them opened and closed. Hannah pulled up a chair next to them. A blanket around her shoulders, she clutched a steaming coffee cup.
“I heard what you said, Marcus,” Hannah said. “There is truth in your words. I am reading a book that discusses incest and marriage among Kings and Queens, rulers, who are closely related, that dates back millennia.” She took a sip. “The author is a friend of mine and argues incest is way more common than most academics will acknowledge.”
Kristy sat back, kicking her feet up on the patio table, sharing ideas with Marcus and Hannah. Soon, Samantha, who bravely bared it all, letting the sun warm her skin, pulled up an armchair as the debate went back and forth. Not really a debate, but coming to an understanding about history, norms, God, right and wrongs of sex as the sun rose in the sky, their coffee cups soon empty.
Donna stuck her head out the door. “Breakfast is ready. Eggs, waffles, and more coffee. Come and get it!” Waving a wooden spoon, she went back inside.