Date: Wed, 26 Jul 2006 14:43:49 -0700 (PDT)
From: rimpigfl <rimpigfl@yahoo.com>
Subject: MARINE RETURN 02

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MARINE RETURN
Part 2
by RimPig   2006

The next morning was the first of many, many mornings that I woke up in my
brother's bed and in my brother's arms. For the next several years, we
continued to have sex, sucking each other off, pretty much nightly and
often in the morning as well. I became quite expert at getting my brother
off and even learned, finally, how to take his cock completely down my
throat. We became intimately familiar with each other's bodies and the
changes that happened over that time. When I turned 13, I began to sprout
pubic hair just like my brother had. Because mine was dark, however, it was
much more noticeable and became thicker more quickly than his had. It was,
of course, Darren who first noticed my sprouting hair because he was more
closely intimate with my crotch, by that point, than I was. Just as I was
far more intimately knowledgeable of his.

Of course, our cocks grew along with us. By the time Darren was 15, his was
a respectable seven and a half inches and quite thick. Mine was just and
inch shorter at 13 but Darren reminded me that his had been that size at
that age so, even though I secretly wished that I could out-do my brother
in this one area, it looked as if this was not to be.

What also changed were our bodies. Darren grew more muscular and more
studly almost with each passing day! Of course, what accounted for this was
his almost constant involvement in sports. I was still skinny, however, but
Darren didn't seem to mind. I just got taller. Again, I never equaled
Darren however.

There was a couple of other things that were growing in me as well. First
of all, I was growing in awareness that I was not ever going to be
interested in girls. I was gay and that was that. Of course, I didn't talk
to Darren about this nor did he ever bring it up. Along this same line, I
was becoming more and more aware of those feelings deep inside me and
coming to the realization of what they meant. What they meant was that I
was totally, completely, head-over-heels in love with my own brother! This
was not exactly a wonderful piece of information. In fact, I did everything
I knew how to bury it as far down inside me as I could so that nobody -
especially not Darren - ever knew.

There was one other thing that was growing in me - a love of scents. It
actually wasn't hard to convince Darren to not shower after practice for
whatever sport he was working on so that I could bliss out on the
incredible smells of his body. The night of my thirteenth birthday,
however, saw a real expansion of that love of scents.

Because it was a weeknight and a school night, Darren and I had gone to bed
at the regular time.  I'd already gotten my presents from Mom and Dad at
dinner along with a birthday cake. Darren hadn't given me a present but,
then again, I didn't expect one from him. We didn't buy each other presents
except at Christmas. However, when we got to our room, Darren informed me
that he had two presents for me. I was intrigued by this.

"First, there's this." he said, handing me a brown paper bag.

I felt it and it felt soft. I opened it and inside was a large zip-lock
bag. Inside, sealed in the bag so that the scents couldn't escape was a
very well-worn and very well-used jockstrap!

"I wore it all football season and never washed it." Darren said, grinning
at me.

I opened the zip-lock bag and was almost knocked out by the pungent odor!

"Fuck!" was all I could say at that point.

"Well, I just figured you could use it when I'm not around." Darren grinned
at me.

"Yep! You've got that!" I said.

I wondered if he knew that on the nights that he spent sleeping over at his
friends houses that I snuck into his gym bag and swiped his jocks to sniff
while I jacked off?

"The other present is me." he said.

"You? What are you talking about?" I asked.

"Tonight, I'll do anything you want. It's all about gettin' you off, bro!"
he grinned.

Oh, my God! This boy didn't know what he was in for!

"Anything?" I asked.

"Well...with one exception." Darren said, looking embarrassed.

"I don't want to fuck you." I said, knowing exactly where the limits were.

"Okay. Then anything else you want, I'll do." he said.

What Darren didn't know was that there was something that I wanted to do
more than anything but had never had the guts to ask him for it. I had
explored almost all of Darren's body over the last two years that we'd been
having sex but there was one part that was 'off limits' - that was his
ass. But I had been close to it, especially when licking his very sweaty
and musky balls. There was the scent that was 'dark' and really turned me
on when I did. I thought, at first that it was Darren's nuts. But over
time, I figured out that it was his butt. I knew I wanted his butt, but I
wasn't quite sure what it was I wanted to do with it. Then, one day, I was
searching around on some gay sites on the Internet when I saw this picture
of a guy licking another guy's butt and I almost came in my pants just
looking at it! I knew then that was what I wanted to do to Darren, I just
hadn't figured out a way to introduce him to it. Now, I had the chance!

"What I want," I said, "Is complete access to your body for the night. I
want to be able to smell and lick you anywhere I want."

He grinned at me.

"Well, I haven't showered since yesterday because I kind of figured that's
what you might want, so I'm ready for you." he laughed.

"Okay, then lay down on the bed on your back with your hands behind your
head." I smiled at him.

He did this and I looked down at him. He just about took my breath away! He
was so incredibly beautiful laying there. I just stood and stared. My gut
ached, not just from his beauty but from how much I loved him. It was so
hard, loving him as much as I did and not being able to ever tell him. But
what did somebody who had just entered his teen years know about love?
Maybe it would all blow over and I'd find someone else to love. Yeah, and
maybe I'd be elected President!

Darren looked up at me smiling but with questions in his eyes. I'm sure he
wondered what the fuck I was waiting for. I quickly got on the bed and
buried my nose in his very fragrant armpit.  The scent of him began to fill
me with an overwhelming desire for him. I think I would have devoured him
if I could! But licking and nibbling everywhere was going to have to
suffice.

I moved down his body, passing his groin and licking down his leg to his
feet. I knew he had no idea what I was up to until I began sucking and
licking on his toes. At first, he jerked his foot away from me but I
grabbed it and pulled it back. He slowly relaxed and let me suck on his
toes.  It took a few minutes, but soon he was groaning.

"Fuck! That feels good!" he murmured.

I looked at him and grinned.

"This ain't nothin'! Just wait and see what I've got in store for you!" I
said and went back to licking his toes.

I did his other foot, making him groan more and then headed up his legs,
licking his shins and thighs before reaching his balls. I groaned at the
strong musky, sweaty scent of them. I lay down between his legs and pressed
my nose into his sweaty nut-sack, almost hyperventilating on smell of
it. Of course, smelling wasn't enough for me. I was on a mission to taste
every part of Darren's body that I could.

Darren started groaning as my tongue began licking his balls. The sweaty,
salty taste of them, a combination of sweat and probably dried piss and
pre-cum, was driving me crazy. I was licking and sucking at his sack and
even sucking his balls into my mouth. I wanted to, but there was no way I
could get both of them into my mouth at once, they were too big. Just one
filled my mouth and, as I sucked on each one, I could hear Darren above me
and knew I was driving him crazy as he moaned and groaned at the feelings I
was causing in him.

I moved down his sack, licking the back of it and also licking that tiny,
sensitive patch of skin between his balls and his ass-crack. I was almost
to my goal, but with Darren's legs still laying on the bed, I couldn't get
to where I wanted to go. Then I got a brilliant idea!

"Darren, roll over. I want to do your back now." I said, rising up and
pulling my face out of his crotch.

I got off the bed to give him room to maneuver and he looked at me a little
funny but then complied. I got back on the bed, but this time, I knelt over
his back, my legs spread across him, my knees on each side of his waist. I
leaned down and began running my tongue across his broad, muscular back. In
all the time that I had been having sex with Darren, I'd never gotten to
really look at his muscular back, up-close and 'personal' like this. After
all, we mostly gave each other blowjobs. But now, I had the broad expanse
of his back below me and my tongue was moving all over it. I had some idea,
having seen him naked in our room frequently, how muscular his back was but
never would I have guessed at how soft and smooth the skin of his back was
until I actually began running my tongue across it.

The taste of his skin was salty from his sweat with that special, subtle
taste and smell that said 'Darren'. I moved slowly down his body, covering
every inch of his back with my eager tongue. I wasn't about to miss
anything because, God only knew when I'd get a chance like this again! I
don't think he had any idea what I had in mind until I finally reached my
destination - the beautiful mounds of his jock butt.

As I began to lick and gently suck at the skin of his butt, he began to
moan and shift his hips around. It seems that, unbeknownst to me, Darren
had very sensitive skin on his butt and my tongue was driving him crazy. I
alternately worked both cheeks of his butt, moving closer and closer to his
ass-crack all the time. Finally, I was liking at the very edge of his
trench and could smell the scent of his butt. It drew me like a moth to a
flame! Dark, rich, and entirely masculine in a way that no other part of
his body drew me.

Taking the final plunge, I reached up with my hands and, placing them on
his ass-cheeks, pulled them apart until his ass-trench opened to me. The
blast of warmth and scent that hit my nose at that point had me moaning as
well. I quickly buried my face in his trench and allowed my tongue to lick
as deeply and as far along the trench as I could reach with it.

This caused and instant reaction. Darren rose up, turning around and
looking at me.

"Bro! What the fuck are you doing?!" he hissed at me.

"I'm licking your butt!" I hissed back, with a tone that told him I thought
this probably rated with the top three most stupid questions ever asked in
history.

"Bro! Are you sure you want to do that?!" he hissed back, asking me
probably the second dumbest question ever asked in history.

"Yes! Of course I do! You said I could smell and lick you anywhere I
wanted! Why? Doesn't it feel good?" I asked, naively. After all, I'd never
had this done so I had no idea what it felt like.

"No, actually it feels great! But...well...I never expected you to do
THAT!" he rasped out, trying to keep his voice down.

"But it's what I wanted to do! And you said I could! You said I could do
anything but fuck you!"  I insisted, whining a bit. After all, I was the
younger brother. Whining was a prerogative of younger brothers.

"Okay. Yeah. I did. Okay, if that's what you want!" Darren said in
resignation.

He lay back down and I once again buried my face in his butt. It took a few
minutes of me licking up and down his butt-crack and then finally focusing
my tongue on his hole but eventually Darren forgot all about his
squeamishness and began moaning and pushing his butt back at my face,
trying to get more and more of my tongue in contact with his ass. He even
reached back and pulled his ass cheeks apart for me so that I could get
better access. It was when he did this, that I began really sucking and
pushing at his hole with my tongue until I finally had part of it worked
right up into his asshole. I had my tongue up my brother's ass!

I was in heaven! I lay there, face down in my brother's butt, licking and
sucking at his hole and driving more and more of my tongue inside. Of
course, I didn't have any idea how intense this was for my brother until I
heard him pleading with me.

"Bro! I'm gonna cum! Fuck! Suck me, Bro, or I'm gonna shoot off in my bed!"
he groaned, turning his body so that he could get my eagerly licking tongue
out of his butt.

I quickly allowed him to turn over and grabbed his hard, throbbing cock,
putting my mouth over it. I didn't even have time to suck on it! The moment
it entered my mouth, it started going off! All I could do was close my lips
around it and drink down blast after blast of my brother's hot cum.  Not
that I minded in the least! I'd loved the taste of Darren's cum from the
first time I'd tasted it and nothing had changed that.

After he gotten off, Darren just lay there like he was half dead. It took a
good twenty minutes for him to finally raise his head and look at me. I
actually became afraid that I'd done something wrong!

"Bro, where the fuck did you learn to do that?!" he asked.

He didn't sound angry. He sounded...well...impressed.

"Nowhere. I just wanted to do it." I said.

"Fuck! I don't know, Bro! That was incredible but...well...I'm not all that
sure you ought to be doin' that." he said.

"Why not?" I asked.

"Well...just because." he said.

"Didn't it feel good?" I asked, confused. Darren never was this evasive
about anything.

"Yeah. It felt good. I just don't know if it's...well, if it's all that
healthy for you to be doin' that. I don't want you gettin' sick or
somethin'." he said.

I figured that maybe Darren was concerned about my health, at least to some
degree but I also figured that there was something else going on here that
he wasn't about to talk to me about so I just dropped it. I settled for a
'birthday blowjob' and I never ate Darren's ass again. I wanted to, but I
figured that if he wanted it, he'd let me know and he never did.

Actually, it wasn't too much longer and the sex between Darren and I began
to all but disappear.  Darren started pulling away from me and towards
girls when he was about sixteen. It hurt me, not just because I didn't have
sex with him but there was a closeness lost between us. Not to mention that
I realized the reality that my love for Darren was purely one-sided and he
was never going to love me the way I loved him. That hurt the worst of
all. It especially hurt because there was absolutely no one I could talk to
about it. I just had to act like nothing was going on, that I wasn't dying
inside, watching Darren getting dressed to go out on his dates or having
girls come over to the house and hang all over him.

Of course, within two years, he was gone to college on a football
scholarship. This ended all sex between us, not to mention my entire sex
life. While I wanted to go to college, I realized that there was no way I
could. Our parents couldn't afford to send me and there was no athletic
scholarship for me. It was then I began to look around at alternative ways
to get an education.

It was towards the end of my senior year when I was walking downtown one
day and found myself staring at a poster in a window. The poster was a
picture of an incredibly handsome, masculine male in the uniform of a
United States Marine. Now, I had no allusions about myself. I did not think
I was Marine 'material' at all. God knows, in my mind, I could never
measure up to the guy in the poster no matter what I did. But I also had
this undeniable urge to spend time with guys like him. I guess what I
really wanted was the respect of guys like this. And the only way to gain
that respect would be to become a Marine.

While I didn't think of myself as Marine 'material', this was not the case
with the Marine recruiter! Within five minutes of me standing there,
staring at that poster, he'd come out of his office and the next thing I
knew, he was escorting me inside and giving me his 'sales pitch' of all the
advantages there could be to becoming a member of "The Few, The Proud". I
kept insisting that I couldn't make it as a Marine and he kept knocking
down every argument I had (I guess that's what recruiters are trained to
do!) until I found myself actually believing that I could become a Marine
after all.

To make a long story short, since I had already turned eighteen a couple of
weeks before, I ended up signing on the 'dotted line' and one week after my
graduation, found myself on a bus to Paris Island and Marine Corps
bootcamp.

No matter what stories you've heard about how horrible Marine bootcamp is,
none of them come anywhere close to the truth! It was, without doubt the
most difficult, exhausting, painful, emotionally distressing thing I'd ever
gone through in my life. However, when, at the end of it, I stood there in
my dress blues as a true member of the United States Marine Corps, it was,
without doubt, the proudest day of my life! I had made it! I had proved
that, despite my well hidden sexual desires for other males, I was a
man. More, I was a Marine, part of the most elite, masculine fighting force
in the world. What made that day especially wonderful for me was the fact
that not only my parents but Darren came to the graduation exercises.

I was somewhat surprised by my parents coming. After all, they'd about
disowned me when they found out that I'd joined the Corps. In fact, my Dad
even went to a lawyer to see if they could nullify the agreements I had
signed. But, being eighteen and, by law, an adult, my signature was legal
and binding in all respects. Of course, what really moved me was Darren
coming. After all, he was in college, a college nearly twelve hundred miles
from Paris Island. But there he was, congratulating me and telling me how
proud he was of his 'little bro'.

I discovered a lot of things about myself in the Marine Corps, but probably
the strangest of all was the fact that I was incredibly talented with a
rifle. Having never shot one or even been around guns of any kind in my
life, I was shocked to learn that before I left bootcamp, I was already a
better shot than the Master Gunnery Sergeant who ran the range and oversaw
the training of all 'baby Marines' in bootcamp. I was so good, in fact,
that the Corps sent me for special training as a sniper and then allowed me
to try out for the Corps rifle team. I made the team and, for the next five
years, traveled all over the world, competing in competitions with other
military and national teams.

It was while I was out of the country on one of these trips that I got word
that my brother got married. It was not a 'church' affair. In fact, he and
the girl ran off and got married by a justice of the peace against her
parents wishes. It seemed, however, that about six months later, my nephew
Brian was born which answered all of my questions about why Darren had
gotten married so quickly.

Though I had, at first, tried to hide my attraction to other males in the
Corps, it quickly became apparent that other males were not hiding their
attraction to me! And many of them were Marines who could well have been
pictured on that poster I had become entranced by in the window of the
recruiting office. I learned that eating butt, the thing that had freaked
Darren out so badly that he only let me do it to him once, was something
that other guys loved. They wanted it way more than once! I even found out
how it felt to have it done to me and learned what it was that they loved
about it! I also learned to shove my Marine cock up the ass of other
Marines and the joy of having Marine cock shoved up my Marine butt!

All in all, I had spent six glorious years in the Corps, traveling and
fucking my way around the world. I had achieved the rank of Sergeant 1st
Class and had finally had taken a post at Camp Pendleton as a sniper
instructor. I was just about to 're-up' for another tour of duty when one
the bases's Chaplains came to the range to find me one afternoon as I was
working with a class of future snipers.

"Sergeant Wilson?" he asked me.

"Yes, Sir!" I said, coming to attention and saluting.

"At ease, Sergeant. Could we talk privately?" he asked.

"Certainly, sir! My office is right over here." I said, directing him to
the range office.

Once there, I got us both a cup of coffee.

"Sergeant," he said. "I won't beat around the bush. There's been a tragedy
in your family."

I looked at him, and I know he could see the stricken look on my face. I of
course immediately thought of my parents.

"Is it my Mom or Dad?" I asked quietly, hesitantly.

"No, son. It's your brother's wife. She's been killed in an automobile
accident. Your family has asked that you be granted compassionate
leave. I'm here to let you know that it's been granted.  The Brigade
Commander has arranged for military transport to fly you home. Your flight
leaves in about an hour." he told me.

"Uhh...thank you, sir." I said, not knowing what else to say.

"I'm sorry, son, to bring you such bad news." he said.

"Actually, the bad news is for my brother. I never met his wife. They got
married while I was overseas so I didn't even get to their
wedding. However, I do need to go home to be there for my brother." I told
him.

"Yes, that you can do, Sergeant."

That flight home was almost surreal. First of all, it was the first time
since I had joined the Corps six years before that I'd been home. More
importantly, I didn't know what the fuck I could say to my brother. In the
last six years, Darren had written maybe half a dozen times, at most. Of
course, I was no better. We'd basically kept track of each other through my
mother. I'd always hesitated about getting close to Darren after he left
for college. I don't know why, but I felt he wanted to forget what we had
been to each other as teenagers, to forget the sexual relationship we'd
had.  For my part, I wanted to get over being in love with him but, try as
I might, I'd never successfully been able to achieve that. There had been
lots of my brother Marines that I'd had really mind- blowing sex with but
not one that I had ever gotten really close to or fell in love with. And if
one of them had fallen in love with me, I never knew about it.

Because I was traveling on military transport, I had to land at a military
base. From there I rented a car to drive home. I didn't know where my
brother was living, I just knew it was in the same town as my parents so I
drove home to my parent's house. I hadn't been able to call them before I
left because of the need to get on the plane so I wasn't even sure that
they would be home but when I drove up to the house, I saw a small foreign
compact parked in the driveway so I figured that one of my parents were
home. I left my duffle in the car and walked up to the front door. It
seemed strange to ring the bell of the house that I had grown up in but
this was no longer my home.

My mother answered the door and stood there looking at me in shock. I guess
that the changes to my body in six years would be shocking to her. While I
wasn't any taller, I had put on at least thirty pounds in muscle. I now had
a body that I would have envied in high school. Physical training was a
major part of the Marine Corps and I had blossomed into a hard-bodied,
muscular male under it. Also I don't think she really expected a Marine in
green fatigues to be standing at her door. I hadn't even had a chance to
change into my class A uniform because I had to make the plane. I'd only
time to grab my dress blues and white cover which were hanging in a travel
bag in the closet along with my glossy black shoes.

"Derrick?!" my mother said, looking at me like she had never seen me
before.

"Yeah, mom. It's me." I said.

"Oh, my God! Derrick! You look so...so different!" she said, reaching out
and hugging me to her.

I put my arms around her and hugged her as best I could. She pulled back
and looked at me.

"I can't believe it! You've changed so much!" mom exclaimed.

"Yeah...well the Marine Corps does that." I said.

"Well, come in. You're father's still at work but he should be home in a
little while." she said.

"No, mom. I'll come back later. I just stopped because I want to see Darren
but I don't know where he's living. Could you give me the address?" I
asked.

"Oh, of course! Let me get it for you." she said, going into the house.

I followed her, looking around. It was like a 'time-warp'. Nothing had
changed. The furniture was all the same, just older and somewhat more
worn. The rooms were smaller than I remembered them but I've heard that
memories, especially childhood ones, are like that. Mom came and handed me
a piece of paper. I glanced down at it. The address was just a few streets
away.

"It's not far." mom said.

"Yeah. I can see that. How's he doing?" I asked.

"Not good at all. He won't talk about it. I tried to get him to but he just
sits there. The only one he really reacts to is Brian. You've never met
him, have you?" she asked, as if suddenly realizing I hadn't been home in a
long time.

"No. I haven't. I guess I will now. I'd better go over there. I take it
he's home?"

"Yes. He's home. As far as I know, he hasn't left the house for three days,
since it happened." she said. "We tried to get him to come here but he
wouldn't hear of it. See what you can do, Derrick.  You two were always so
close."

I thought to myself that the closeness between Darren and me had died a
long time ago. About the time that he decided that he'd rather have sex
with girls and I realized that I was in love with him.

"I'll try, mom." was all I said.

I got back into the car and drove to the address mom had given me. It only
took me a couple of minutes. The small house had an SUV parked in the
driveway and a child's tricycle on the front walk leading between the
driveway and the front porch. I pulled into the driveway behind the SUV,
got out and walked up the steps to the porch. I pressed the button near the
door and heard muffled chimes ring somewhere in the house.

It took a few minutes but finally I heard steps slowly approaching the door
and then it was pulled open. For the first time in six years, I stared into
my brother's eyes. But they were very different eyes than I
remembered. Darren had always had the sunnier disposition of the two of
us. I was always way too serious where Darren had a devil-make-care
attitude that flashed in his sparkling blue eyes. Now, those eyes were
hooded and dark-rimmed. The twinkle was gone and the eyes that stared at me
were almost completely lifeless.

"Yeah? Whatdaya want?!" Darren growled at me.

"Darren? It's me! Derrick." I said.

He looked at me, his eyes slowly opening in shock.

"Derrick? Derrick! Is that really you?" he asked, seeming not to even know
me.

"Yeah, Darren. It's me." I said.

At this, he shoved open the door and reached out and grabbed me, pulling me
to him, his muscular arms reaching around me and all but squeezing the life
out of me in a tight bearhug. I may have grown and added weight an muscle
but Darren was even larger and more muscular than he'd been in college when
I'd seen him last. It looked like he must spend half his life in a gym
working out!

"Oh, fuck! Bro!" he said.

That was all he said because at that point, he broke down crying, clutching
me to him as he sobbed against me. I didn't know what to do at that point
so I just put my arms around him and stood there, letting him cry, his
forehead resting on my shoulder.

After a while, he got control of himself and loosened his hold one me. He
lifted his head and looked into my eyes. I couldn't quite tell what it was
I saw in his eyes. It seemed like pain, confusion and something else but
what I couldn't be sure of.

"I'm sorry, Bro." he said softly.

"Hey! It's okay! You've got every right to cry." I said.

"No...no I don't." he said, but before I could ask him why not, he'd let go
of me and somewhat staggered back into the house.

I followed him into the house, shutting the door behind me. He went into
the living room and just sort of collapsed on the sofa. I could see empty
beer cans and a half-empty bottle of bourbon on the coffee table. Mom said
he hadn't left the house for several days. I figured he hadn't left the
couch except maybe to replenish the booze. I sat down on the other end of
the couch from him and he looked at me with the most pathetic expression.

"Yeah. I know. I wouldn't want to get anywhere near me, either." he said,
quietly, looking away.

I couldn't imagine what the fuck was up with him. I mean it's one thing to
lose your wife, someone you love but this didn't sound like that. This
sounded like a man who blamed himself for what had happened. Who saw
himself as being worth less than nothing. I immediately slid down the couch
so that I was sitting right next to him. He pulled his head up and looked
at me as I moved closer. I reached out and put my arm across his shoulders
and pulled him towards me.

At first he somewhat resisted and then he seemed to collapse against me,
reaching out and clutching his arm across my abs, clinging to me like I was
a life raft in a hurricane. I reached my other arm around him to hold him
to me and gently began to stroke his golden hair. After years of playing
with other Marines, it seemed really strange to stroke my fingers through
hair that was several inches long rather than chopped off at half an inch
or less. But his hair was soft and silky and it felt really good sliding
through my fingers.

At the same time, I suddenly realized that Darren must not have showered in
the last three days either because, beyond the smell of alcohol which was
coming out of the pores of his skin, I could strongly smell his scent. A
scent that I knew almost as well as my own and loved more. A scent that, if
I didn't keep myself under rigid control, would have my cock boned in a
heartbeat, something that I didn't feel was appropriate given the
circumstances. After all, sex between Darren and me had ended a long time
ago. I didn't think he'd want to be reminded of what we were to each other
at one time with his wife only dead for a couple of days.

We sat there like that, me holding him, stroking my fingers through his
hair and him clutching me almost, it seemed, in desperation, for what
seemed like hours. In fact, it must have been because I began to notice
that the sun which had been bright, was getting dimmer and was starting to
go down. I didn't care. I didn't have anywhere to go or anything to do but
sit there holding my brother. I knew the minute my arms wrapped around him
that I still loved him as much as I ever had, maybe more. That all the
effort I put into trying to forget him and to stop loving him had been
wasted energy. I knew that I was never going to stop loving him and, what
was worse, that my love was never going to be returned.

I don't know how long we would have sat there together but all of a sudden,
I heard a small voice behind me.

"Daddy?"

I looked around and there was a very small, blond haired boy. He looked to
be about three or four years old. He was standing there in nothing but a
pair of very small, white briefs clutching a brown plush teddy-bear by one
furry paw in one hand. The other hand was at his mouth while he sucked on
his thumb. He looked at me with two huge blue eyes. There was no mistaking
that this was Darren's son. Indeed, he looked just as I remembered Darren
looking at that age and a little older. This was my nephew, Brian. The son
of my brother and a woman I didn't know, had never met, and now never
would.

Darren rose up from where his head had been resting on my chest to look
over the couch as well.  He saw his son standing there and rose up
completely.

"Hey, buddy! How ya doin'? You done with your nap?" he asked his son, a
gentle smile on his face. The first smile I'd seen from him since I got
there.

The little boy didn't answer, only nodded, never taking the thumb from his
mouth, only clutching the bear tighter to him.

"Come here, buddy. I want you to meet somebody." Darren said to his son.

The little boy walked around the end of the couch where his father was,
watching me the whole time and keeping his father between us. Darren pulled
the little boy up into his lap and sat him down facing me as he leaned down
to talk to him.

"This is your Uncle Derrick, Brian. This is Daddy's brother. You know how
you're always asking for a brother? Well...this is my brother." Darren
said.

Little Brian looked at me again with those wide, solemn blue eyes but, this
time, he took his thumb out of his mouth. Still clutching his bear, he
wiggled off his father's lap and crawled the few inches over until he was
sitting in my lap, one hand clutching the bear and the other clutching the
rough fabric of my fatigues. I didn't know exactly what to do at that point
so I did the only thing I could think of. I put my arms around him and
gently hugged him. He grinned up at me and then pulled down hard on my
fatigue shirt. I figured that he wanted me to lean down to him, perhaps to
tell me some secret. Instead, when I got my face down near his, he reached
out and gently kissed my cheek.

I didn't know what to do at that point so, as if by instinct, I simply
turned and gently kissed his smooth cheek. What I didn't expect was the
breath of the scent of 'little boy' that I inhaled at the same time. A
scent that seemed to jog a memory of when Darren and I had been little
boys. It was, however, as if that scent traveled up my nose and then down
until it had wrapped around my heart, clutching it and making me instantly
fall in love with this little piece of Darren who was sitting so warmly on
my lap. At that point, I looked up to see Darren looking at us strangely.

"He's usually very shy. He doesn't take to strangers at all." Darren said,
his voice husky, almost like he had just woken up from sleep.

"But I'm not a stranger, am I, Brian?" I asked, grinning down at the boy
who sat in my lap, grinning back at me. "You already told him that I'm your
brother."

"Yeah...well...I guess...he keeps asking me when I'm going to get him one,
because some of his friends at day-care have brothers. I guess he'll never
have one now." he said, and I could hear the abject misery in his voice.

"Darren, I can't even begin to tell you how sorry I am about all of this."
I said.

"Don't be. There's a lot you don't know, Derrick. A lot that Mom and Dad
don't know." he said, looking away from me.

"Do you want to talk about it?" I asked quietly.

"No. Not now. Maybe later. Yeah...later. Right now, I want to have a beer."
he said, struggling to get up off the couch. "You want one?"

I thought that perhaps Darren had more than enough beer but I wasn't about
to argue with him about it, at least not right then.

"Yeah. Fine." I said as I watched his retreating back as he headed in what
I figured was the direction of the kitchen.

I expected that perhaps Brian would want to get down and follow his father
but he seemed perfectly content to continue sitting on my lap. In fact, he
leaned over and his head and body were resting against my chest and his
thumb was back in his mouth. He seemed almost as if he would go back to
sleep. My arms were still around him and he seemed to feel comfortable and
safe staying right where he was. In fact, by the time Darren got back with
the beers - one for me and two for him - little Brian was asleep in my
arms. Darren stood there a moment looking down at us with this odd look on
his face.

"I can't get over it. He's taken to you like no one else. He didn't even
take to Mom and Dad like this. You must have a magic way with kids,
Bro. Ever thought of having some yourself?" he asked.

That question threw me! It was obvious from it that Darren had either no
idea or chose to ignore the fact that there was no way I was ever going to
have children. Well, not unless I got pregnant.  And considering the amount
of Marine cum I'd taken into my body over the last six years, if it hadn't
happened by this time, there was no chance it ever was! No. It was obvious
that Darren didn't want to deal with the fact that his Marine brother was
'queer'. Or else, though I found it hard to believe, even after all we'd
done together, he really didn't know.

"Uhh...no. Kids don't fit well in a barracks." saying the only thing I
could think of at that moment.

"Well, you ain't gonna be in the Marines all your life, are you?" he asked,
as if being a Marine was just something that I was doing temporarily, like
a summer job between semesters or something.

"I'm thinking about it. After all, what the fuck is out here in civilian
life for me?" I said.

"Could be a lot, Bro. If you wanted it." he said, quietly, his eyes boring
into mine.

Again, I couldn't make out what his eyes were trying to tell me. There were
so many confusing messages coming from Darren. He acted like he wanted to
say something to me but didn't know how. Maybe we'd been apart for too
long. Maybe we no longer knew how to talk to one another.  Then again, the
amount of beer and bourbon he'd evidently had and the shock of his wife
being killed probably wasn't making things any easier. It was a very
awkward situation for me. I didn't know what to say. Worse, I didn't even
know how to talk to Darren anymore. The man I had loved since I was a child
and it was like we didn't even speak the same language anymore.

The End of PART 2 of MARINE RETURN

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