My Wonderful Little Sister- Gathering Storm
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Cavalry Assembly of God Church - June 5th, 11:25 A.M. Today was the big day; the day we'd all meet at the church and then ride the bus down to the airport where we'd then wait for four hours and then catch a flight to Panama. For something I'd been looking forward to since January, I felt surprisingly melancholy about the whole thing. It had been weeks since I heard from Kyle until yesterday when he showed up out of the blue to collect his passport and some clean clothes. I wanted to talk to him, to ask him if he was mad at me and what our future would be. But that would have to wait. He told me he couldn't talk and that if he did, the government would kill him. The way he said it made me think he was being sarcastic, but then he climbed into a black Cadillac parked out front and rode away...so maybe there is some merit to what he said. Either way, Kyle would have to wait for the moment. Before leaving we had to meet with some of the chaperones coming along to make sure our bags met the TSA security requirements, and that our papers were in order so that we could get in and out of Panama without a problem. My appointed chaperone happened to be Pastor Eric, our chief youth pastor. He was a young fox, probably about twenty-six years old and one of the adults in charge of the trip. As I approached his office I saw his door open and suddenly Kyle stepped out...which further prompted me to trip on a potted plant in the hallway. The next thing I felt was Kyle's paw on my arm as he helped me up. "Katie are you okay?" "No...I...mean yeah, I'm good...umm...why are you exactly?" I stammered as I tried to ignore the throbbing in my head mixed with a slurry of emotions that arose from Kyle's appearance. "Going to Panama to stop some terrorists from taking over the country," he cordially replied. "And when I'm not doing that I'll probably work on some of those mission projects Eric has planned...like building those new warehouses for that Catholic church we're gonna be working with." "Kyle seriously, why are you here?" "I just told you..." "Look," I said while starting to get annoyed, "I know you like to joke around a lot, but the last time I saw you, you left me sitting in an airport by myself wondering if I'd ever see you again, and then you just show up like nothing happened? Why are you here?" "You know the way I remember it, you broke up with me and I did the logical thing of not wanting to sit on a plane for six hours next to my ex-mate," he replied sourly. "Kyle, we're not broken up...we're just, I mean we're still siblings, just not...yiffy siblings." "Uh huh, we'll see how long that stands," he said while cracking a smile, "But if you'll excuse me, I need to go make sure the guns I plan to smuggle with me aren't going to get the TSA called on me." "Kyle, drop this whole terrorist thing, you're not a spy!" "Dang right, do you know how many sluts they have to sleep with to maintain their cover? I'm just an informer being sent to get close to some guys...oh, and by the way I didn't tell you any of this, got it?" I blinked. "Uh, yeah I think I can keep a lid on that. But please, as your sister I am asking you, why you are..." "Katie!" Eric said just as he emerged from his office. "Glad to see you here. I take it you and Kyle are excited about this trip and all?" "Pastor Eric, why am I just now finding out that Kyle's coming with us?" I asked incredulously. "What are you talking about? He sent us a check weeks ago for his plane tickets, and he's been on our roster since May 1st," Eric replied while showing me a printout with the names of everyone coming on the trip. I looked at the paper briefly as I felt Kyle walk past me in silence and head off to God knows where. "Pastor Eric," I said looking up from the printout, "I know he wasn't on here two days ago. Yesterday he showed up after disappearing in Arizona looking for treasure claiming to need his passport, and now he's suddenly coming with us? What's going on here?" Eric looked around as if he was being watched and then pulled me into his office. "Look, the old guy told me not to tell anyone, but since you're his sister I guess he might have already told you something." "Old guy? What are you..." "Yesterday this old fox showed up at my house, with a gun and two cops, and made me drive around with him while he explained that I was to forge the paperwork to let Kyle on the trip. They gave me a check for his expenses from some bank account in the Cayman Islands and told me not to tell anyone if I didn't want to end up in prison for treason." "You're joking...you mean Kyle really is a spy?" "I don't know what he is, and I don't want to either. Look, just do us both a favor and pretend like he was coming all along. The last thing I want is for you to meet this guy, it's like he's missing a soul or something," Eric said with a shiver. "Fine," I said while handing him my passport, "Here, does this look okay?"
"What the fuck is this, Mr. Blackmon?" Mr. Baker asked me while holding my M9 in his right paw as we sat in the back of his car while some CIA spook in a black Izod drove us to the airport. "A gun, didn't they teach you that at Langley?" He just flatly stared at me. "We found this wrapped in aluminum foil under your t-shirts in your suitcase. You want to explain how this got there?" "Well obviously a mole planted it to get me in trouble with you," I replied smoothly. "Right, well, you should know you need lead foil to defeat the airport scanners, not aluminum. And even then the TSA will spot a big dead zone in the shape of a gun in your bag," Mr. Baker explained. "Besides, why are you using this piece of Italian garbage?" "It's all I had," I admitted. "Plus, it's been good to me." "Yeah well considering it's got a military serial number I guess the American taxpayer has been good to you as well." "More or less," I shrugged. "You're lucky I need you, else I'd have probably thrown you out on the road by now," Mr. Baker smirked. "You seriously do that to people?" "All the time. Never gets old either, the people behind us usually call the cops claiming it was a mob hit," Mr. Baker said while picking up his briefcase and opening it to reveal a Springfield Armory M1911 TRP model handgun. "Holy crap," I mouthed as he drew it out and handed it to me. "Here, from now on you buy American, got it?" "I thought I wasn't supposed to have a gun?" "You're not, but I know you'll just try to steal one or buy one off the black market while you're down in Panama, so I figure this is cheaper than having to bail your ass out of Panamanian prison," he explained. "Here, it comes with six spare nine round magazines and a hundred rounds of .45 ACP. I expect every one of them to be accounted for when this is over." "So you're giving me a gun I'm not allowed to shoot...that's real smart." "Think of it as a condom your parents don't know is in your wallet. It's better to have it and not need it, than to need it and not have it." I laughed. "I like the way you think." "I used to be young once, but I actually prefer being older now." "Oh really?" "Mmhmm, getting to push little snots like you around is way better than the BJs I got when I was posted in Miami back in the 80s watching for Cuban spies," he grinned. "Plus, I can't catch the clap from only metaphorically fucking you over." "There's always a first time for everything," I replied. "Also, why didn't I ride in the bus with everyone else? They're gonna get suspicious." "No they're not, as far as they're concerned you had to make an emergency run to the Post Office to fix your passport," Mr. Baker assured me. "Plus, I couldn't give you a loaded gun on a bus full of high school age kids." "THIS THING'S LOADED?!" "Every gun is always loaded! Jesus Blackmon, didn't they teach you that in the Corps?" he replied with a facepalm. "Oh, right. Sorry, it's been a while since I got to shoot something." "Yeah, well make sure it stays that way till you're back in the States." Now, the rest of the drive was pretty mundane, mainly because Baker wanted to listen to some classic hits station on the radio and made me shut up each time a song he liked came on. Which happened to be all of them, since he had incredible luck getting chosen whenever the DJ asked people to call in and make a request. I wonder how that happened? Once we arrived I checked my bags and then proceeded to security. It was fun since Baker had to escort me through, and used his VIP pass to sneak me through the side while I saw all of the people from church stuck in line for the body scanner. It was kind of awkward when Katie noticed me and made a pleading gesture to get her through as well. "Hey Darrel, can't you sneak the rest of the mission group through as well?" "Sorry, but I don't have time for that," he replied. "Well, my sister saw me and she's gonna be telling everyone I'm a spy or some shit like that...so..." "Say no more," he interrupted while pushing me to the wall and said, "Wait here." I smiled as I saw him head over to the gate and show his ID to the TSA agent in charge. The poor bastard of an otter tried to protest, but finally relented and waved everyone through...including a few people who weren't actually part of the church group. Oh well, what are the odds they have a bomb? "There, you happy now?" Baker asked as he came back to me and escorted me to my gate. "You know it," I smugly grinned. "What did you tell Eric to say to everyone?" "That they've all been racially profiled as being a non-threatening ethnicity." "But two of the girls in that group are Indian, isn't that a problem country?" I asked. "It is if you live there," Baker said. "Trust me, my nephew got sent there on business one time and actually caught the plague." "They still have that!?" "Yeah, good thing penicillin treats it right quick," he chuckled. "Now, go mingle with your new friends until it's time to board the plane. I need to make sure everything is secure on our end before we leave." With that, he left me standing in the corridor next to my gate. I decided that some lunch couldn't hurt, and since I'd finally paid down my credit cards I could use my Visa without fear again. Finding the closest McDonalds, I ordered myself a McGangBang (which is like, the best sandwich at McDonald's...ever).
It's about as healthy as it sounds, but it's also the best thing since For Her Pleasure condoms.
It didn't really surprise me to find out our plane was going to be late. At four in the afternoon, when we'd normally be boarding the plane, Pastor Eric grouped us into five groups of five and sent us to the various restaurants to grab an overpriced bite to eat. I was really craving Chinese food, and there just happened to be a Panda Express in the terminal. Score! Now, should I try to be healthy, or just got with the orange chicken? My thoughts on that matter were cut short when I noticed Kyle's group walking by. I don't think he noticed me, and a part of felt glad about it. Things certainly weren't going the way I'd hoped; instead of returning to a state of brother-sisterdom (is that even a word?) we were now like a couple of ex-highschool sweethearts. I'd seen this a lot, especially where the couple starts making marriage plans while in their junior year. The next thing they know, they're fighting and the relationship ends more bitterly than a vinegar milkshake. From there on out, they both hate each other and spend every waking moment trying to avoid one another to avoid the resurgence of anger and resentment that comes with just making eye contact. I don't think Kyle and I are at that point, but I can tell he's certainly not happy about my decision. It wasn't an easy one, I'll tell you that much. I remember the day we first mated, I'd never been sadder a day in my life. It was partially my own fault, I'd promised myself I'd never date in high school while I was in seventh grade, but of course once I got to my freshman year that idea hadn't quite gone as planned. Catching Drew cheating on me was bad enough, but then...I might have made a bigger mistake in trying to compensate for the sudden loss I felt. I don't know, I really don't. Kyle has always been there for me, and really he's not that bad of a choice for a mate...other than being my step-brother and all. Heh, I didn't even know we weren't related until that time daddy caught us. That, my friends, was definitely the worst day of my life. Until now, at least. I'd always been willing to overlook the moral qualms that came with our relationship, even when daddy was threatening to call the cops and have Kyle throw in jail if I didn't agree to break it off. However, once Kyle got shot and almost died, I knew that we'd started down a path that would be fraught with danger. And considering we both almost died again a couple months later, followed by Kyle getting dragged into World War III, it certainly seems like something is subtly telling us to knock it off. I can't say I'm not inspired by Kyle's optimism that we can make this work, but now that my own father is hurt all because we wouldn't come home when he asked us to...I really think it is time to end it. With the way things are going, we'll be lucky to have any friends or family left in the next five years. I just hope Kyle can understand that.
It's hard not to stalk your little sister when she's the number one person in the world you want to be talking to at the moment. Instead, I was sitting in a Chili's with four kids from Katie's youth group who had decided that going to a third world country would be a fun summertime getaway. I don't think they understood the seriousness of what our job would be, most of them were overly concerned about whether or not their cellphones would work down there. Even worse, all four of them were sixteen years old, that special age where you're still a dumb kid but you don't realize it because it feels like you're an adult. I guess that's why they thought it was appropriate to keep asking about the past eighteen months of my life. "So'd you finish high school?" "No, I dropped out to go to war," I said to the preppy feline girl with a Jacob's Ladder of earrings on her left ear. "I'll probably get my GED next time I'm stationed back in the states." "You fought in the war though, that's so cool!" "I guess, I'd have rather stayed back home and not missed eighteen months of new Xbox titles," I shrugged while sipping my Coke. "What kind of gun did you use?" "I didn't get one, we ran out so I just used my knife and bare paws," I said facetiously. "That got really messy though, so eventually I just picked up a gun off a dead guy and used that." "Really? Man, that's intense," said the dumbass tiger sitting next to me who probably should've been working on dropping twenty pounds instead of stuffing his face with a half-pound of hamburger. "No dumbass, I'm kidding. I used a lot things, mainly an M4A2 but sometimes I got my paws on heavier equipment like the M27." "What's an M27?" asked the feline girl again. "A light machinegun, it's...you wouldn't understand. A gun. A gun bigger than average guns but small enough to not be a pain to carry," I tried to explain without losing them over the technical details. "Ah. Hey, did you and your pals keep track of how many kills you got?" asked the tiger again. I turned and coldly stared at him. "Why would we do that?" "I dunno, to see who's the best shot or something? I mean if I'd gotten to fight, I'd carve a notch in my gun each time I bagged a guy," he said with a mouthful of burger. "If a chubby punk like you managed to make it through Parris Island you'd have probably been sent to work logistics, not infantry work. And even if you did, you'd likely have gotten shot or maimed. Do you know how many friends I watched die in the muck while I hid in a crater as machinegun fire tried to take my head off?" "Umm...no..." "And another thing; none of us kept score like this was some game. It's not a movie, we're not Rambo out there, we were fighting fellow Americans half the time and they all had families just like you and me. They just got caught on the wrong side of the fence when things went bad," I growled. "But if you think for a second we'd stoop so low as to not even treat our enemies as fellow persons..." "Whoa dude, just calm down," said the lemur across from me. "Justin's just curious about it and all. I mean you stopped coming to the group a while ago and now you just show up out of nowhere to come on this mission trip. Why is that?" "I just need to get away and clear my head, that's all," I tiredly replied. "Look, can we not talk about the war anymore? It was bad enough having to fight through it." "Sure, no problem," the lemur replied.
5:40 P.M. - Flight 815 to Panama City Annnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnd we're still waiting to take off. Nothing is more boring than having to wait on a plane as air traffic control tries to open a window for you to taxi and take off. Even worse, I was parked in the back of the coach seats with some hipster Dalmatian girl who probably had hippies for parents since she wouldn't shut up about the war and how we were going to have world peace no. "I just don't get why we even need armies anymore, why can't we all just use the U.N. to make sure people don't get invaded," she droned on. "Uhh, because no one takes the U.N. seriously anymore? I mean half the countries on the security council hate the U.S., and the other half are barely even qualified to be called our friends." "Well that's our fault for spending the last twenty years policing the world. If we'd spent as much money helping people as we did invading them, the world would love us like the Europeans or something," she said with truthful stupidity. "Do you know how much money we spent each year on foreign aid? What about that earthquake in Indonesia or Haiti? Do you have any idea how many of our soldiers were sent there to provide medical assistance and security for the refugees fleeing those disasters?" She just blankly looked at me for a second, and then promptly changed the subject. "Well that still doesn't make up for the fact that soldiers kill innocent people in war time. Look at how many civilians died in this last war, or the conflict over in Europe. If we didn't have armies, those people wouldn't have died." "Bullshit!" I cried aloud a little louder than I should have. I didn't notice the other missionary kids looking at me...or the flight attendants...or the sky marshal who was debating on whether or not to draw his gun. "That whole war started because Europe was running out of oil and Russia was jacking the price up to crippling levels. If neither side had an army, I can damn well guarantee you the civilians would have raided every police station they could find and marched themselves on Volgograd to capture the refinery there. And the Russians, their people would have done the same to defend it." "You don't know that, people aren't warmongers like the guys in the army," she spat back. "So just because I fought for my country makes me a warmonger, is that it? Do you know how many times I got shot while fighting those slanty eyed bastards in California? No, because you weren't there you spoiled brat! You're lucky I don't shove my foot up your ass for talking about my fellow marines like that." "You're just a bully! All soldiers are, you can't save anyone's lives, you just kill kill kill, that's all you do! You're a bunch of crude, murdering barbarians and I don't know why Eric even let you on this trip," she screamed back. At this point, a flight attendant was tapping me on the shoulder and the sky marshal was trying to pull me from my seat. But I wasn't done yet. "I'm a barbarian am I? I can't save lives? I carried a twelve year old kid who had his feet blown off by a land mine four miles to the nearest field hospital where they patched him up and put him on anti-biotics. Could a murdering savage do that, huh?" "Yeah, and how many other Americans from the PLA did you kill, huh? You're not too loyal to your country if you shoot your own people!" "MY LOYALTY? For eighteen months I slogged it in the snow, the desert, and south central LA. I lost more friends in a week than you've had in your entire life, I got shot more times than I can remember, and I did it all so ungrateful little snots like you could keep the basic freedoms you take for granted every damned day," I yelled across the plane as the sky marshal dragged me into the aisle. And at that point I yelled... "GO FUCK YOURSELF, YOU FUCKIN' CHILD!" I buried my face in my paws as I heard the sky marshal threaten to taser Kyle if he didn't cooperate. Most of the other kids near me started cooing at Cindy and telling her she just got pwned...whatever that means. A couple of the others looked at me and asked was my brother always like this, to which I just shrugged and tried to play it off as being somewhat normal...but also somewhat irregular. I just wanted the plane to leave already so everyone would have to sit down and stop talking about Kyle. Finally, after fifteen more agonizing minutes of waiting, the plane was ready to taxi and we were ushered back into our seats. Once we were airborne and I was allowed to take my phone out I started playing the latest installment of Minecraft, followed by a session of Angry Birds and a crossword puzzle because I was not only bored, but utterly mortified. My friend Rebecca happened to be my neighbor, and every once and a while she'd pop a question about Kyle. I usually just responded with a nod or a "mmhmm," and tried to make it obvious I wasn't in the mood to talk...until my phone died. Then that was all there was left to do... Seven Hours Later I'd managed to catch a few hours of sleep on the final leg of the trip, but it was still roughly one in the morning here in Panama City. Despite this, the skyline was brightly lit and for a second I forgot I wasn't in the U.S. anymore. This place sure had come a long way in terms of development, although that didn't mean we still couldn't lend a paw to the impoverished people on the city outskirts. From what I'd heard, the war had managed to affect Panama since the Chinese briefly invaded at one point to secure the canal, and we had to send in the troops to take it back. Kyle wasn't with them though, which if he had might make this whole situation about him tagging along with us a little clearer. The hotel we were staying at wasn't fancy, just a simple two story building with about forty or so rooms with doors on the outside patio and wrap-around walkway on the second story. My room just happened to be on the second story, which meant having to climb stairs while lugging my suitcase up them. On the plus side, the place had upgraded to magnetic locks with keycards...which never work the first time you put it in! Grrrr, finally I managed to enter and started unpacking. Then I realized I was alone, when I should have had at least one roommate. I was too tired to worry about it then and figured that Eric could let me know if I was on my own for the trip. Getting some privacy might actually be kind of nice after a long day. Just as I finished taking off my jeans came a knock at the door. I hastily put on a pair of bike shorts that I use for sleeping in hot weather and walked over expecting to find my new roommate. Instead... "Kyle? What...how...why are you here?" I stuttered as my brother grinned at me. "Stopping a revolution, remember? You didn't think I wasn't on the plane did you?" he asked while stepping inside and shutting the door behind him. "But I saw them throw you off..." "And my boss flashed his ID and got me upgraded to first class to sit with him," Kyle replied. "I also happened to disembark first and get here thirty minutes ago so I could bribe the clerk to give you a room of your own." "Why'd you do that?" I asked suspiciously. "Thought you might like the privacy," he said while sitting on my bed. "Then why are you here?" "Wanted to talk to you, that's all." I sighed and rubbed my forehead. "Kyle...please...don't make this harder than it is..." "Make what harder? You breaking our relationship off? You know I'm not gonna give up that easily sis," he said thoughtfully. "Kyle, I...why can't we just be siblings again?" I asked him tiredly. "You've seen how hard everything has gotten since we hooked up. And it's not because I don't love you, believe me...I love you!" "Oh I have no doubt of that Katie, believe me," he said with a suggestive smile, "I'm just here to remind you of all the hard times we've been through together." "You think that'll help?" He nodded. "Katie, when we mated we crossed a line we can never retreat over. Our destinies are forever intertwined like two strands of twine in a rope. I remember right before we made love the first time we promised to be each other's mates for life. We made that promise again at Christmas, and we reaffirmed it when you saved me from myself in the bowels of Hell itself and I got death to leave us be." I gritted my teeth as my memory recalled those events all too well. "Katie, if we go our separate ways we'll be even more vulnerable than if we were together. I know things keep happening to us, be together we always find a way to pull through. Do you really want to face whatever's coming next on your own?" "Kyle, there might not be something next if we split up," I reasoned. "Fair enough, but that's assuming life decides to play fair, and since when has that ever happened?" "I..." "You look beautiful by the way," he interrupted. Nervously I looked up at him from the floor as I leaned against the door. "Kyle...I'm just, I'm afraid. It feels like God himself has abandoned us and that's why our lives are crumbling to pieces, and I can't help but blame myself." "Katie, if God blames anyone, it's me. You're certainly the more morally conscious of the two of us," he admitted. "But it's like you told me once, 'everything happens for a reason.' We'll get through this thing with your dad, and we'll overcome whatever life sends after that. I promise." Before I could answer him he suddenly stood up and embraced me, wrapping his arms around me tightly and resting his chin of my head. "I promise you Katie, no matter what." "..." "Katie?" "Hmm?" I moaned as I felt Kyle's paws work their way to the waistband of my shorts. "What do you say? Care to give it another shot?" he asked. "I...I don't...mph!" I was cut off as I felt his lips against mine in a firm kiss as he moved a paw up to stroke my cheek. Suddenly I felt weightless as he hoisted me off the ground and pressed me against the door, his paws quickly guiding my legs around him as his paws held my thighs in a rough, masculine grip. Our tongues danced between our maws as I lost myself in the intimate bliss of our embrace, a fire of lust alight once more within my heart as I felt his raging erection through the fabric of his and my shorts. After spending nearly five minutes locked in one another's arms, we finally pulled away for air. Kyle looked at me hopefully, yet guiltily as if he'd been caught committing a most heinous crime. "I...I'm sorry, I don't know what came over..." I pushed a finger to his mouth and shook my head. "Shh, we'll talk later. For now...let's just pretend like it's our first time again." (Yiff scene to be added later when I have time, posting now so you guys can at least get some plot) :3