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THANK YOU FOR YOUR SREVICE
“Srevice?” said Natalie, peering closer at the photo.
The twenty-two girls of the Merrimack High School graduating class, all bare above the waist to accommodate the huge letters painted on their chests in patriotic red and gold, grinned back at her.
“Hina, Jane, switch places!” shouted Billie, then turned back to the kind man with the camera. “Sorry, we made a typo. Can you take another one?”
Natalie returned to her position as the second R, put on her sweetest smile, and made V-for-victory signs with her fingers.
This time, everything was spelled correctly, even the hand-stitched “WELCOME HOME, BOYS!” banner they had hung between two support columns, although that, too, had been a near thing.
Then they all relaxed, and for a moment the carefully assembled phrase was in danger again.
“Hold positions!” Billie barked. As cheer captain, she had been the natural choice to lead this little display. “Our boys are here!”
Indeed, the big board listing all the departures and arrivals had just registered a change in status.
Shuttle 1208: UNLOADING
The buzz of excitement among the girls hit a new pitch.
At last, the lads of the Merrimack battalion, the Stalwart 97th, poured from the exit ramp, looking healthy and oh-so handsome in their crisp uniforms and tall boots.
The girls cheered, and the advancing boys took up the cheer with a side of laughing and hooting and hollering.
Natalie’s eyes scanned the returning soldiers anxiously. Of course she knew that her big brothers were all safe. She’d already gotten a message from them on their return trip. But she couldn’t quite relax until she saw them with her own eyes, which were, darnit, filling with water.
And then she was lifted up into a series of crushing hugs, and for a minute or two there were no words, just Natalie’s hot tears spilling into Varrin, Tom, and Andrej’s shoulders.
When they set her down again, Natalie realized for the first time just how much bigger and stronger her brothers were than she remembered them. She’d always looked up to them, but now she could look up, and up.
They were each over 7 feet tall, with tree-trunk limbs, the outward signs of a host of other genetic and chemical enhancements designed to turn them into ideal fighting men.
It was said that even if they survived the war unscathed, these enhancements were expected to shorten the soldiers’ lives somewhat. A wave of pride, tinged with sadness, swelled Natalie’s heart. Her brothers had already sacrificed so much to protect their world, their family, their little sister — and they were prepared to sacrifice so much more.
It was right, what the Merrimack girls were doing. Natalie had been more than a little reluctant to join in, but being the lone holdout had proved beyond her powers of stubbornness.
And anyway, their boys deserved it. They’d gone so long without the comforts of home, no doubt frightened and lonely, no matter how macho they’d tried to be about it. And now, Natalie and her classmates had a chance to make it up to them.
“Who are you going to pick?” she asked shyly, her eyes dancing between her brothers’ grinning faces.
One girl was wasting no time. Jane had evidently been chosen by Andrej’s friend Char, because she was already on her knees in front of him, unzipping his uniform trousers.
Natalie colored and looked away as her friend, eyes fixed with brave determination, took Char’s cock in her hand and licked it tentatively.
Billie, was, of course, going home with her boyfriend, who picked her up and threw her over his shoulder with a sparkling grin. She was laughing and beating on his back playfully with her fists.
There was no way for the people of Merrimack to send their fighting lads homemade cookies or knit scarves from ten star systems away. But all the girls had gotten together and pooled their data rations to send the battalion a monthly electronic ‘care package’ of sexy photos and videos to keep the boys warm on their deployment.
Natalie, after months of refusing to go beyond a few suggestive underwear pics, had finally been persuaded to contribute a naked vid in which she spread her legs for Billie’s camera, blushing from her hairline to her toes — and, with a nervous giggle, promised the boys there’d be more where that came from when they got home.
“We picked you, of course,” said Tom, reaching for her cheek, and brushing away a tear.
“W-what?” Natalie said.
Her own brothers?
She looked from face to smiling face, each framed by the steely gray of their high military collars, with a hint of gold piping and red lining.
“C’mon, we couldn’t let some other guy have our little sister!” said Andrej.
All three of her brothers?
Her heart raced.
Well, she’d known it was possible she’d be called upon to thank more than one guy. There were only 22 girls signed up, after all, and 41 men returning for their home leave.
But…
Natalie wasn’t exactly one of the hot girls. Awkward. Plump, even after a year of rationing. Surely…
Varrin, from behind, wrapped his arms around her and lifted her into the air. She laughed, nervous and excited, and kicked at the air helplessly. He kissed the back of her neck.
She could feel his cock stiffening against her butt.
“What does ‘R’ mean, anyway?” said Andrej.
“It means she’s ours,” said Tom. “Get it?”
Varrin punched his arm.
“It spells thank you for your service,” Natalie hissed, exasperated. “Didn’t you even read our message?”
“We were supposed to be looking at the words, and not all those pretty tits they were painted on?” smirked Tom.
He underlined his point by resting his hands on her breasts, thumbing her nipples, which were stiff in the cool spaceport air. Then he leant in and kissed her.
Varrin, still wrapping her in an iron grip, let one hand drift down from her belly to her shorts, which had been her attempt to maintain a little modesty despite the body paint.
His fingers found an embarrassing damp spot at her crotch. Well, she had spent all morning thinking about how exactly she was going to thank whichever soldier picked her. Maybe she’d been thinking a little too hard.
“Check out how wet she is,” Varrin crowed, and they all laughed and rubbed her cunt through her shorts and there was general agreement that she was, indeed, soaked.
For a few minutes, they just took turns passing her around, kissing and hugging her, never letting her feet touch the ground.
She was so happy to see them all home safe that she didn’t even mind their patter of crude brotherly comments about her tits and ass.
Obediently, she parted her lips for them, and let their tongues tussle with her own, let them touch her teeth and nibble on her lower lip until it was puffy and sensitive.
She let them play with her breasts, too, their fingertips grasping, tugging, twisting, pinching her areaolae and rolling her nipples.
“Why don’t we go home so I can thank you all properly?” Natalie suggested at last. She was almost overwhelmed by sensation.
She had her arms locked around Andrej’s neck, and her legs around his waist, though she hardly needed them for support with his single big, strong hand cupping her ass.
Though there were several layers of fabric between them, his erection was pressed against her cunt, and the way it teased her clit with every tiny shift of their bodies was making her almost dizzy with arousal.
One of the other girls was fucking her soldier not twenty feet away, right there on a spaceport lounge bench, her eyes wide and glowing with admiration, sounds of pleasure spilling from her lips.
That’s going to be me in a few minutes, isn’t it? Natalie thought. Except with my own big brothers.
It was such a naughty thought. But they had picked her, and it was her duty to thank them in any way they desired. Such a small and easy task compared to their years of service and danger. How could she deny them?
She couldn’t deny how turned on she was, that was for sure. If she spent much longer in this position, she was going to come just from dry-humping her brother’s cock.
Andrej seemed to know it, from the way he smirked at her as they began to make their way for the parking area.
“I can walk, you know,” she said, trying to keep her voice steady.
“And I can carry you,” Andrej purred. “I could probably do it with one finger. Depending on where the finger was.”
“S-shut up.”
With each step, his erection sawed between her pussy lips in long strokes that made her whole body shiver.
It was the stairs that got her. She couldn’t help it. She cried out as she climaxed, and there was no hiding it. Her brothers guffawed. They’d be teasing her about this for the rest of her life.
Natalie’s boyfriend Rob was idling at the kiss-and-ride loop when they arrived. Andrej set her down, gave her butt a brotherly slap, and climbed into the front passenger seat. Tom and Varrin squeezed into the back.
Two years ago, she’d have been able to sit between them in the middle of the back seat. Now, they were far, far too large for that. Instead, she climbed up and laid across their laps, her legs feeling like jelly.
The stiff fabric of their uniform trousers, integrated with subtle protective electronics, crinkled against her skin. Beneath it, she could feel the heat of powerful thighs.
“Welcome home!” said Rob, brightly.
Rob hadn’t made the cut. The recruitment office had rated him unsuitable for genetic enhancement. He was hoping to try again in six months.
Natalie heard the slight question in her boyfriend’s voice.
“Tom, Varrin, and Andrej are the ones who picked me,” she told him.
“Oh!” he quavered. “All… all three of them, huh?”
“Why pick some other girl when we’ve got our perfect little sister right here?” said Andrej.
“You don’t mind, right babe?” Natalie said.
“O-of course not,” said Rob. “Anything for our brave boys in red.”
Andrej was the eldest, and had always been master of the car stereo. He always seemed to know about strange and exciting musicians Natalie had never even heard of, and one of them began to play now.
Varrin, as usual, complained about the choice of band, but Natalie wanted to hear more, and, with ill grace, her youngest older brother was outvoted.
He unzipped his trousers and offered her an opportunity to make it up to him. Natalie, who had her head in his lap, watched with fascination and a bit of dread as his cock sprung loose.
It was much, much larger than her boyfriend’s. Was this one of the soldiers’ enhancements? Was it just a side effect of their general increase in size and strength? Or had Varrin always been… unusual?
Could she even do this? Natalie swallowed a moment of dizzying terror, and tried to be brave. After all, hadn’t he risked his life a dozen times, to protect her and their whole planet? Surely she could do this one thing for him in return, if it would make him happy.
She glanced up into his calm, interested face, and set her lips to the task. She slid a kiss down the side of his shaft, and grasped it uncertainly in her hand. He grew, if anything, even larger and stiffer between her fingers.
With trepidation, she lowered her mouth around his length, or at least as much of it as she could fit in her mouth.
As she worked, she couldn’t help but notice that Tom was beginning to fondle her butt possessively. He tugged at the waistband of her shorts and pulled them down to her thighs, and began to rub idly at her soaking pussy. As she found a rhythm on Varrin’s cock, the rubbing became a steady finger-fucking that threatened to muddle her efforts.
Sternly, she told herself to pay attention to her sucking. This was for Varrin, not her.
His hands were beginning to convulse in Natalie’s hair and on the nape of her neck, which told her she was doing okay despite the difficulty, and the ache in her jaw from opening wide enough to take him.
Her own hand was now drenched in saliva, and she took advantage of the lubrication to firm up her grip.
“Do you want me to swallow it?” Natalie released her mouth long enough to ask. It was hard to keep her voice steady. Tom now had two fingers inside of her.
“Yes,” Varrin hissed, looking down at her through slitted eyes. “God, Nat…”
She must look a sight, with all the drool on her chin. Natalie wiped some of it away, self-consciously, then wrapped her lips around him again.
Moments later, he began to come in her mouth, and as promised, she swallowed what she could.
However, she underestimated how long he was going to keep going. After she released him, a final spurt hit her cheek and dribbled down her face.
“Sorry,” she huffed, trying to regain her breath.
“Just don’t get any of it on me,” her brother teased her affectionately.
She became aware that Tom’s fingers were no longer inside her. Instead, he had set his cock between her thighs, and was rubbing himself between them, up and down the crack of her ass. Craning her neck over her shoulders, she could see the tip of his cock peeking up between her legs.
“O-okay,” she said, blushing anew at this odd use of her body. But she obediently squeezed her thighs together around him.
“Smile!” said Andrej, leaning around the passenger seat. Confused, Natalie did so, and he snapped a photo of her.
“Hey!” she said. God, she must look like an absolute mess.
Then she realized that she was becoming even more of a mess, as Tom began to come all over her thighs and butt.
Andrej snapped another picture. The girls had agreed to post pictures of their thank-yous, but…
“Home!” shouted Varrin, and the three brothers whooped with joy. Natalie’s heart lifted.
She tried to scramble out of their laps as the door opened, but she was inhibited by the fact that her shorts were halfway down her legs. Tom helpfully pulled them up for her, which would have been nicer if she hadn’t been so covered in his come.
“Ugh, my poor shorts,” she said. He just laughed and gave her a playful little smack, then wiped off his sticky hand in her hair.
Rob helped the brothers take their luggage inside.
“Mom and dad’ll be on shift at the munitions factory for another couple hours,” she said. “But they told me to give you extra hugs till they get back.”
Extra hugs were exchanged. Andrej, smirkijng, asked for a hug just for his dick, which she supplied by kneeling before him and pillowing it between her breasts.
She didn’t think there was any way his cock could possibly fit inside her, but it was fascinating to behold, and she watched it, almost mesmerized, as he began to thrust between her tits until it splashed all over her face and chest in long, sticky strands that went on and on.
Natalie gave her boyfriend a kiss, careful not to get too much of her brothers’ come on him, and asked him if he wanted to stay for dinner, but Rob said he was expected back home.
“You’re going to be alright here?” he asked nervously. “You don’t need… anything?”
“I’ve had three older brothers my whole life,” she said. “I can handle mmf—”
The end of her assurance was cut off because Andrej had collected some of his come from her chest with his fingers, and was now cleaning them off in her mouth.
Tom was effusive in his praise for her not-that-impressive little victory garden. Before the army, her middle brother had gone through a bit of a sullen and uncommunicative phase that had driven the rest of the family crazy. Natalie was pleased to see him in such good spirits.
The fact that his come was slowly drying all over the seat of her pants probably helped.
Varrin proudly showed off his certification as a top scorer in unarmed combat training, and right there on the lawn, he gave her a little tutorial in some of the techniques he’d learned.
It made Natalie a bit misty. He’d always been the one who was willing to teach her how to play the sports the older Tom and Andrej had deemed her too little to join in for.
Eagerly, she followed along, giving him a hard time when he strayed from his instruction for a grope or pinch.
Of course, she was no match for him in the ring, and every attempt at sparring ended with her flat on her back, gasping, or sprawled out prone, amid hoots of good-natured laughter.
The other brothers took turns with her in the ring, too, giving her pointers and occasionally taking liberties with her body.
Andrej, after dropping her into the grass, sat on her back and pulled her shorts off, and after that she had to fight in the nude. It was embarrassing, but also exhilarating.
They looked so impressive, so big and tall and martial in their shiny boots and blue-and-gray tunics subtly padded with flexible armored gussets. Natalie, in their midst, must have been something small and pink, soft and bedraggled, bruised and slimed and gasping for breath.
A couple times, a neighbor drove by, honking their horn and waving. Natalie tried to act like it was perfectly normal for her to be sparring nude with her big brothers on the front lawn.
She did get a little frustrated at how helpless she was against them. She shouldn’t have let that get the better of her, but, of course, your brothers always knew how to push her buttons. One thing led to another, and Natalie made use of a type of blow that was forbidden in the ring.
Amid shouts of outrage, she found herself in a flailing tangle of limbs, which ended in her getting hoisted into the air, laughing and begging for mercy. Her devilishly grinning brothers hauled her upstairs and flung her upon her bed.
Apparently they had a set of ties for restraining prisoners of war — and it seemed Natalie was going to be such a prisoner. She was cuffed to the bed by her wrists and ankles, wriggling.
Andrej climbed on top of her and positioned his cock at her pussy.
Oh god. There was no way it would fit. And if it did…
“I… wait…” she objected, hesitantly. “I’m not on birth control. Rob always uses a condom.”
“I’m not Rob,” Andrej said.
“But…”
Natalie’s eyes were wide, and wet. It was not a safe time.
“You said you wanted to thank us for our service,” Tom said, sitting on the bed next to her.
“You said you wanted to help the war effort,” said Varrin.
He was holding a vibrator that he must have fished out of what Natalie had thought was her secret drawer.
“Here’s how it’s going to be,” Andrej said, teasing her vulva with the tip of his cock.
It was, if anything, even bigger than Tom’s or Varrin’s. She tried not to grind against him.
“You’re going to beg for it,” Andrej said. “Beg us to knock you up with our super-soldier come.”
Varrin flicked the vibe wand on and pressed it to her clit. Natalie bit down on a cry of pleasure.
Of course, she’d thought about having a soldier’s baby. It was a major topic of conversation at school.
Billie was planning to get pregnant with her boyfriend on this home leave, she knew. And Jane had declared proudly that she would let her soldier knock her up, not even knowing who it was going to be.
Before the war, a girl would have had to be crazy to talk like that. Pregnant, with no husband? Everyone would be calling you a dumb slut behind your back. But it was different now. She hoped.
The news reports said getting pregnant with a soldier would help pass along all his genetic enhancements, and make the next generation of fighters even more fearsome. They were encouraging everyone to do it.
It was practically her duty.
Natalie’s hips bucked. Her whole body shook under the onslaught of stimulation.
“It’s hard sometimes, Nat, out there at the front,” Andrej went on, conversationally. “Slogging through mud and piss, fighting for god knows what. But when we go back out there, we’ll know what we’re fighting for. It’ll be our sweet little baby sister, radiant, milky, her fertile belly swelling with new life, remembering us with every kick. Knowing that even if we die, something of us will live on.”
Tears broke loose, and fell down Natalie’s cheeks. Andrej swabbed one of them away with his thumb.
She knew what she had to do. She was frightened, but that was just why she couldn’t ignore the call, wasn’t it?
“Please…” she murmured.
“Please what?”
Her stomach was in knots. She was old enough, but… she wasn’t sure she was ready to be a mother. Then again, had Varrin been any more ready to go off to a far away planet, to fight and die, at the same age she was now?
Natalie didn’t know what she wanted. Except that she wanted her brothers to have everything she could give them.
And she was desperate and her muscles were quivering and she was about to come, and what she wanted more than anything was to find out how it would feel to have Andrej’s enormous cock inside her.
“Please give me your come,” Natalie said, gazing up into Andrej’s eyes. “Breed me. Knock me up. P-please!”
“I’m going to make sure you’re properly lubed up first, okay?” Andrej said.
“D-drawer,” she mumbled.
He didn’t get up, but just continued maddeningly slicking the tip of his cock up and down her slit.
Then, his face softened, and with a low moan he began to come, a rush of fluid that landed in and on her as he stroked, inundating her vulva, striking her clit, spattering her belly and thighs and the tormenting vibe held against her, running down her ass in a great stream.
She melted into orgasm.
When she opened her eyes again, she was surprised to see him still leaning over her.
He was still stroking his cockhead against her achingly overstimulated pussy.
“Aren’t you tired?” Natalie almost wailed.
But Andrej didn’t stop. And his cock didn’t lose any of its firmness. Was this another effect of his genetic alterations?
He simply grinned down at her, catlike, as he began to push inside her.
Andrej was so big, bigger than her boyfriend of course, bigger even than the dildo she hadn’t showed Rob because she didn’t want him to feel bad.
When she was sure she’d felt the last of him, he only went on thrusting deeper and deeper.
In a moment of strange intoxicating memory, she thought back to the long-ago time her brothers had appropriated her Swathi doll and left a trail of sundered plastic limbs and tiny outfits in every room of the house for their weeping little sister to piece back together.
I hope I’m made of sterner stuff than Swathi was.
She felt stretched beyond enduring, beyond reason, and it went on and on until she thrashed with yet another climax. When Andrej came, she could have sworn her womb itself opened greedily to grow fat with the torrent.
Could you get fucked so hard it made you ovulate right then and there? Natalie wondered, lightheaded.
When he climbed off of her, he left a fresh runnel of white heat dripping onto her sheets.
Downstairs, the door opened. Mom and dad were home.
Natalie pulled uselessly at the cuffs. She was still bound to the bed.
“Um,” she said. “I can’t…”
Andrej was pulling his pants on. He kissed her forehead.
“Don’t go anywhere,” he said.
Then he turned Natalie’s vibe on again, and wedged it against her pussy.
Her other brothers were already bounding down the stairs three at a time. Andrej joined them, and Natalie heard sounds of greeting, and laughter, and she knew that there would be proud, happy tears on dad’s face.
She heard her own name pierce the hubbub, but couldn’t tell what they were saying.
What would her parents think, when her belly started to swell? What would Rob think? Natalie hoped he wouldn’t be too hurt.
Through the haze of teeth-chattering pleasure, Natalie thought she was making progress on working one of the cuffs up over the bedposts — when Tom and Varrin returned, finishing a couple of mom’s cookies.
“You’d better untie me,” Natalie said. “Before mom and dad…”
Her voice faltered with a squeak as Varrin climbed atop her.
“Now why would we do that before we’ve all had a chance to breed you, little prisoner?” he said.
She already felt like her eggs must be swimming in come just from Andrej, but she kept that to herself.
While Varrin fucked her, grinding roughly against her clit with each downstroke, Tom found other ways of amusing himself. He started by by coming round the other side and rubbing his fast-stiffening cock against her cheek and lips. He had picked up the vibe, and began to use it to torment her nipples.
When she’d used her mouth on Varrin in the car, she’d been careful not to take him too deep. Now, she was entirely at her brothers’ mercy.
He could kill me with that thing, she thought, staring up at him with beseeching eyes. He looked down at her with a catlike grin, pressed the head of his cock to her lips, and fucked her mouth as deep as he pleased.
Natalie’s throat was in agony. Saliva and tears trickled uncomfortably all over her face and into her hair. But then, she’d never had to run fifty miles with a 60 pound backpack, or crawl through razorwire looking for land mines. She could do this for them.
When Varrin finished inside her, she learned that Tom had not been as rough with her mouth as he could have been — because when he took his brother’s place between her legs, he began to pound her sensitive, twice-used pussy like rifle-shots.
It was almost painful, but god, it was like nothing else. Still lightheaded from taking him down her throat, she breathed in great heaving gasps and made incoherent sounds as he drilled into her.
She enjoyed having sex with her boyfriend, of course. He was thoughtful, and kind, and always made sure she got off.
Natalie pushed away the sudden feeling that next time she climaxed in his arms, she would be thinking of this.
With every thrust she could feel more of Varrin and Andrej’s come slipping out of her and pooling around her hips — and, rubbery legs shaking through another orgasm, she spared a despairing thought for the state of her mattress.
Then he, too, climaxed, and her thoughts turned to the increasing certainty that today’s efforts were going to make her a mother.
“You’d… better h-help me explain this to mom and dad,” she panted as Tom rolled to her side.
“What, like, tell them how many orgasms you had, that sort of thing?”
“No!” she hissed. “I mean, if I’m going to get pregnant, they’ll need to know why.”
That ‘if’ seemed like a thin reed. Natalie thought she could practically feel her ovaries giving in to the afternoon’s onslaught.
“If I know the boys of the Stalwart 97th, half of your graduating class is going to be pregnant by the end of the week,” Varrin pointed out, rubbing his cock clean with a shirt she’d left hanging over a chair.
“Hey!” she said indignantly. He just smirked at her.
Andrej had appeared again in the doorway. Taking more pictures, she realized with a silent groan.
“Beautiful,” he said.
Tom tousled her wet and matted hair, and began to free her from the cuffs.
“Don’t worry,” he said. “You’re just doing your duty, like us. You’ll keep sending us pictures, won’t you? I can’t wait to see what you’re gonna look like as our little mama.”
She sighed. The thought of it wasn’t all bad. Her big brothers might annoy the hell out of her, but she had missed them terribly, and she knew she would again.
And now she would have something to remember them by. Shakily, achingly, her heart warmed.