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Yearbook

A heroic marine, not for military reasons alone. All participants are over 18. For best enjoyment, please check your incredulity at the door. Completely fictional, meaning no real persons. No giant dicks nor watermelon-sized tits.

“The Unremarkable Return.” So sayeth the yearbook. Guess that’s what the yearbook would be saying if it could speak at our 10-year high school reunion.

Back then, the group of 18 year olds (plus or minus a few months), consisted of the six of us:

Myself, Gary. My twin, Mary. Penelope (Pen). Genevieve (Gee). Bennet (Ben) and his girlfriend, Shay.

We were unremarkable for many reasons: Nobody earned an athletic letter, nobody ever won any school award, not one of us was in the Honor Society and certainly not one of us received a scholarship. It was a little puzzling that Gee and Pen were so very bright but never seemed to apply themselves to scholarship. Mary was also smart, leaving me as the class goat. Ben and Shay were kind of outliers, mainly concerned with themselves.

We all lived in the same neighborhood and grew up together. Starting in kindergarten. So by the time we graduated we’d have been friends or better for 13 years. When I say “or better”, it was we were much closer to siblings than friends. Especially since we tended to hang out/play at Mary’s and my house. We had a big yard, bordering on the back of the big city park. So, in addition to our toys, we had the park’s close by. We also had a big basement that was mostly uninhabited by our parents.

There was also some parent things. My folks were always helping us, being supportive in every crazy thing we did. Pen’s and Ben’s parents were divorced so they were raised by their single moms. Gee’s parents were parents in name only. If it hadn’t been for our mom, I think she would’ve starved to death. Shay’s parents were part of the close-nit Vietnamese community. Shay, however, was kind of rebellious and wanted a social life outside of Little Saigon. So, our house became the center of our young universe.

Except for Ben and Shay, we dated outside of the group – what little there was of that. Within, it was casual with no overt sexuality. We were all like Mary and I: siblings. Needless to say, we weren’t part of the in crowd. Lost in a class of 350 people.

After graduation from high school, I attended college receiving a degree in electrical engineering. Then joined the Marine Corps. Three years into my military career and in my second deployment, we got ambushed while in a small convoy. I jumped out and, as we’d been taught, assaulted out of the kill zone. It was a typical L-shaped ambush but I had made the unfortunate choice to assault a machine gun position. I took a round in the abdomen just below the armor, which quartered through me. Felt like somebody punched me. However, I was committed: In the open and with my buddies under heavy fire. Despite the pain, I crawled forward till I could throw a grenade. After silencing the machine gun, I was able to roll up their positions, one after the other. Received a Silver Star for gallantry, a Purple Heart and a three-month hospital stay. Fortunately, the bullet struck nothing very important but I was left with the scars of two holes, front and back.

The next time, the armor saved me from serious injury when a mortar round hit close by. I took shrapnel in both arms, right leg and left shoulder. Another Purple Heart.

Next time I wasn’t so lucky. A bullet hit my right arm, shattered the humerus. My arm has never worked properly even after numerous surgeries. A titanium rod insured that I set off the metal detectors at every airport. Learned to do a lot of things left handed. I could use my right arm but there wasn’t much strength in it. For example, I couldn’t do pullups. Guess some people can do one-handed ones but I wasn’t one of them. Pushups were basically one-handed. Big problem in the military. After many rounds of surgery, I was medically retired. My Marine Corps graduation presents consisted of a Silver Star, three Purple Hearts and a VA 50% disability rating. Since that wasn’t enough to live on, I joined an electrical engineering firm that specialized in skyscraper electrical work.

I also got lucky by getting into the housing market when it was at a local low point. My GI Bill, together with my savings, allowed me to get a four bedroom ranch-style house complete with swimming pool and hot tub. My real estate agent couldn’t believe how cheaply I got it for.

Mary went into nursing. She joined the army as a nurse and spent four years in after graduating from college. We overlapped in one of my deployments, although I wasn’t able to meet up with her there. The two years prior to the reunion saw her as an emergency room nurse in a hospital a few hours away from the reunion site and my house.

Ben and Shay got married after graduating from the local college. In the middle of the night, their gas feed line on their clothes dryer broke open, due kovancılar escort to years of vibrations. The house filled with gas and when the furnace turned on, the house exploded in a ball of fire. They, of course, probably never knew what happened as they were likely asphyxiated by the gas build up before the house went up.

Since Mary and I were deployed, neither of us could make the funeral. Pen was in the hospital at the time. Unfortunately, she had an unanticipated encounter with a rattlesnake, so she missed the funeral. Only Gee made it to represent the group.

Mary and I had semi-frequent get-togethers – several times a year starting after we exited the services. I had met with Pen maybe five years ago and with Gee at least eight years ago when we were both in college. So, both Mary and I were looking forward to seeing them at the reunion. Of course, I didn’t know the three of them had much more frequent gatherings.

Since Mary and I were familiar with each other, we concluded that we hadn’t changed much since high school. Mary still wore glasses that made her big blue eyes even larger. Mary would never be described as beautiful or very pretty (except to me). Her face was almost round with high cheek bones. She definitely was cute, like the girl next door. One of the things that made her a great nurse was her smile – it lit up the room and her eyes just pushed the smile over the top. Her blonde hair was shoulder length. Since her hair never curled and was very fine, it hung straight and moved in a wave when she turned her head.

Mary was and is 5’6″ and still 120. D cup. A nice ass that even a brother can appreciate. She must have been very agile to avoid all those injured soldiers starting to feel their recovery progressing enough to try to pat her rear end.

Ten years ago Gee and Pen could almost have been twins except Pen was black and Gee was pale as a ghost. She never seemed to tan and even her eyebrows were light and blond as her hair. Both were right at 5’3″ and 105 pounds. Both were easily C cups and both had firm asses. Pen’s rear was higher, like many blacks, but it looked delicious to me. Of course, I never sampled it nor overtly admired it. Both also wore glasses and were quite pretty with regular features. Unfortunately, neither was pretty enough to be admitted to the “beautiful people” group.

There was a significant difference between the two in terms of attitude back then. Pen was always much more outgoing and with a thicker skin. She kind of needed that since she was one of the first blacks in the school district. Some people weren’t very welcoming. She never let it bother her. If somebody gave her shit, she just returned it ten-fold.

Gee was much more reserved. It took a lot to get her mad but then she wasn’t afraid to take on all comers. As blonde and light-skinned as she was, people sometimes caller her Casper, the ghost. She took it well but I could see that it affected her. I would step in when I saw it happen. I was certainly big enough, even in junior high school, to be taken seriously. Both Pen and Mary would also step in, as well.

Pen and Gee both went to the same university. Pen majored in history, actually pre-law. Gee majored in finance (accounting). Both had their career paths in mind at high school graduation.

Mary and I also went to the same university, not the same one Pen and Gee did, though. She majored in nursing and I in electrical engineering.

I was 5’11” and 175 at graduation from both high school and college graduations. Added 15 pounds of fitness in the Marine Corps. Still at the same 200 pound weight by regular running and gym work. Never wore glasses. My blonde hair stayed Marine Corps short. I tended to wear long sleeve shirts so people don’t get sick looking at my right arm.

Now, here it was 10 years after high school – the four of us. Mary and I came up a day early to talk about our parents. They were getting the retirement urge even though they were barely 50. Dad had made really good money and invested wisely, so they didn’t need Social Security or his retirement pension to live on. They were just tired of cold weather and wanted to move to Florida. Could understand as mid-west winters weren’t the most enjoyable. Mary was on their side: thought it was a great idea. I was uncertain but Mary twisted my arm (my good one) and I agreed. We visited them to ask them to leave us a forwarding address. They said they weren’t leaving yet. Still a little undecided.

I’d always been more than a little in love with Mary. We were always great friends growing up and only our separate career paths drew us apart. I’d never been sure how Mary felt about me other than she loved me as the brother who was always there for her. Silver Star aside, I’d been too much a coward to bring it up. That she’d tell me to fuck off and die wasn’t the expected response but it clearly could damage our relationship if she didn’t reciprocate to kozlu escort some degree. The strange part was that her being my sister didn’t bother me. It maybe made it more exciting. She was a woman and I was a pervert.

So, we sat at the bar of the hotel restaurant waiting for our table to open up. We started talking about our group. “Gary, did you think back in high school about what our lives would be now, after 10 years?”

“Seems too long ago. There were too many times in between that I didn’t think I’d live another day, much less a couple of years.”

She laughs “I can relate. When they dropped a few rockets on us… About the only time I’ve regretted having big boobs. Couldn’t get close enough to the ground.”

“Ha. Ha. Ha. I can easily imagine your chest was pushing you up… You know, I’d have been happy to share my foxhole with you.”

“Well, while I prefer not to have to be in a foxhole, can’t think of a better buddy than you if I had to.”

The waiter came to collect us for our table, as we finished our drinks. As I stood up, my foot slipped off the rail and I fell into the bar on my bad arm. Couldn’t help a grimace that didn’t go unnoticed. “You OK?”

“Yeah, just banged my arm a bit.”

She took my good arm in hand. I got the strangest feeling from this and from the look on her face that the hand wasn’t from feeling sorry for me but just from a need to touch me. My pain went away instantly.

We had a great meal and lots more wine. She was always expressive and touchy. She kept reaching over and putting her hand over mine. I think the air conditioner needed more power as my temperature began rising. Along with my dick. I knew I shouldn’t get excited by her simple touch but, shit, it went directly to my dick. Even though we’re sitting at a table in a public restaurant, I had an almost overpowering desire to kiss her. Whoa! Too much wine.

We finished and carefully headed over to the elevator. We put our arms around each other – to keep us from falling. Bullshit! I, at least have my arm around her because I just wanted to hold her. I couldn’t read her for a couple of reasons: She was always smiling and that hid all her feelings (great poker player) and I wasn’t impartial and WANTED her to feel something more for me.

We’re the only ones on the elevator. She was on the 6th floor and I was on 8. When we got to 6 I held the door for her, although what I wanted was to let it go and both go to 8. She stepped out “Gary, I had a great time – as I always do when I’m with you…See you in the morning.”

She kissed me on the lips and lingered just a tad more than was necessary. “Breakfast at 9?”

“Sure…Night.”

Why did I feel like I was 16 and had just kissed my girl goodnight? If she had held it a little longer I’d have cum in my pants. My dick was so hard I could have opened the door with it. A very quick brushing my teeth and I was in bed stroking. Took only a few seconds before I got off. Holy shit! Could I survive this weekend being in her presence?

I laid there thinking. What has changed? We’ve been together many times but this was so different.

At breakfast, we both seemed to have cooled down and backed away from our evening’s show of affection. It was as if last night never happened. Now back to brother and sister. My feelings for her hadn’t change but seemed to just be pushed into the background where they always had been.

After breakfast, we walked around the hotel area. It was a clear, warm day and we enjoyed walking hand-in-hand. Stopped in a few shops – not exactly my idea – but I didn’t really complain. Then back to the hotel.

As we sat down for lunch Pen appeared. Mary spotted her checking in and yelled for her. Both Mary and I literally jumped from our chairs and ran to greet her. The jumping was returned when Pen jumped into my arms, her legs around my waist. I swear she was prettier than she had been ten years ago. Contacts now for her bright brown eyes, instead of glasses but little changed body-size. Maybe her chest was a little larger, although it was difficult to tell with her squashed into me. Her waist was just as tiny. Her ass felt great as I, uhm, held it to keep her from falling. She kissed me on the lips – something we had never done and without thinking, I returned it. She briefly kissed me once more before glomming onto Mary who got the same treatment, sans getting kissed and being jumped on.

Pen broke off to take her suitcase up to her room on the 4th floor.

Pen joined us for lunch. “God, it’s so great to see you guys.” She said. Her smile was a mile wide.

“We missed you, too. How did we let ten years slip away?”

“Well, you guys were in the service after college, so there probably wasn’t much opportunity. I mean, how often did you two get together, considering you’re twins?”

“We do get together after we both got out. So there.”

Shortly after we were served Mary got a text from kozluk escort Gee. Gee said her plane was scheduled to land at 4:15 and she’d catch a taxi to the hotel. Mary simply responded that we’d see her when she arrived. Of course, that was bullshit. We’d meet her at the airport. Since I have a roomy SUV, it wouldn’t a problem. Seems she, Gee and Mary have maintained regular contact and get together fairly regularly, so there wouldn’t be a problem recognizing her.

Mary found a stationary store just down the street. She got a big 3’x4′ poster board and some broad-tip drawing pens. We created a “Welcome Gee” sign – big enough to embarrass the wildest person. Not that Gee was wild by any measure.

We stood just outside security with our sign. Pen got one of those horns powered by a can of compressed air. When Gee appeared we jumped up and down, waved the sign and Pen was blowing the horn. The security people quickly confiscated the horn but not before Gee got so red-faced from embarrassment that I thought she was going to have a stroke. Plenty of hugs and kisses. Gee and I kissed briefly – like Pen had done with me. Well, now I’ve kissed them more than in any time in the past. Kinda wondered but just put it to us being so happy to get together.

“Gee, we thank you for going to Ben and Shay’s service. I didn’t even learn of it till a month had passed. Mary heard about it a little sooner but we didn’t have the option of going.”

“It’s still so hard to believe what happened. At 21 you feel you’re immortal and to have them disappear so suddenly…I still cry some nights.”

Fortunately, I was driving and could sort of tune out all the jumbled and intermixed conservations, given that my hearing was less than perfect now. Just an occasional “Yeah” required.

We got Gee squared away with her room and met downstairs for a quick dinner before the reunion reception. Gee and Pen outlined what they had been doing for the last ten years. Pen went to law school and was currently a deputy district attorney. Not married, never been married nor even engaged. Gee got an accounting degree and was now a CPA. Not married, never married nor, like Gee, even engaged.

All four of us were never seriously involved with romantic interests. I could easily rationalize my issues. If the Marine Corps wanted you to have a wife, they’d issue you one. A beginning engineer was too busy to have much time for romance. I found that all of them having no serious romantic issues a little strange. One of those thoughts that just pops up and then was quickly pushed to the back burner. All three were much prettier than they were 10 years ago, so it was doubly puzzling.

Started seeing people we went to school with coming into the lobby. Now, while the six of us had been close, we certainly weren’t with the rest of the school. It soon became apparent in the reception that not much had changed. The jocks, the elite, the beautiful people still stuck together. Each in their own little clique.

Initially, we circulated separately, talking with those we knew. That didn’t last long as we gravitated together. It was much more enjoyable to be with people you liked and who liked you. We put up with the forest of faintly-recognized class members for an hour into the two hour-long reception. Tomorrow would be a gathering at the old school in the afternoon and then a dinner with speakers recalling the “good old times”. Needless to say, none of us were invited to say a few words.

We skipped out and went to a quiet bar a couple of blocks away. I felt very comfortable with these three women. Of course, I’m always very comfortable with Mary. We really loosened up after a couple of drinks. They ganged up on me to have me tell some of my marine stories. Wasn’t sure how well Gee and Pen understood. Mary certainly did. When I was made to relate some combat or near-combat stories, Mary blanched and gave me the strangest looks. She knew I was understating a lot of things. Had to give credit to Pen. While she didn’t have the background to really read between the lines, she could easily read Mary’s face that told her all she needed to know. Gee, too, was pretty receptive to vibrations within the group. I could read the emotions that crossed their faces.

I know I suffered from some PTSD. It was pretty much held in check, baring things like sudden noises and too many people in a small room. This group of remarkable women seemed to the best treatment for PTSD ever invented. As the evening progressed, so did my therapy.

Gee shuddered at one point. “How could have you stood it, Gary? I’d have shit my pants so many times I’d have to buy underwear wholesale.”

We laughed. “It’s funny. When you know you’re going into a hairy situation, you feel like you need to go. Certainly, you need to pee. Once the shit hits the fan, your ass tightens up more like a crab’s ass – which is waterproof. Only ever knew one guy who shit his pants after an RPG passed so close it burned the side of his face.”

Pen asked me to tell her how I ended up with a Silver Star. Guess Mary must have told her since I’ve never said anything about it. I reluctantly complied.

Pen said “Why aren’t you one of the speakers tomorrow? You’ve done a helluva lot more than most of these assholes.”

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