The Marine

A/N — Hello. The more I think about where I might take this story, the more difficult it will be to remain with the genre of the first chapter. This will probably end up swinging between Incest/Taboo and Erotic Couplings… maybe, I don’t know yet. If I can think of a good idea, I might even dabble with things like Mature and Anal, but that’s just an idea for the moment. But for anyone who reads these first two chapters expecting only incest, you might be disappointed as this story is going to follow the MC through a good couple of decades of his life, and it’s not just going to be about his sex life or relationships. It will always swing back to incest, and the idea is to end on that note.

One other thing. I’ve never served so a lot of what is to come is simply what I’ve researched online. I’ve simplified, adapted and changed things where necessary or if it just makes sense to me. If anyone reading is or was a Royal Marine, you have my fucking respect. Just reading about the training regime was exhausting.

Most of what is written regarding training is sourced from the Royal Navy website itself and other sources that seem to give a flavour of what daily life is like as a recruit.

(Wrote the above long before uploading the first chapter. Left it so you could understand how my mind was working at the time!)

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The flight to Hong Kong was comfortable enough, spending most of the time reading. I was seated on the aisle, requested when booking due to how tall I was, and the couple I was sat with left me to read though engaged me in conversation when we were enjoying meal time. They were also on their way to the United Kingdom, though they were doing the whole trip after just a couple of hours layover in Hong Kong.

Thankfully, we were not arriving at the old Kai Tak Airport, which had one of the most dangerous approaches in the world. The new airport, simply called Hong Kong International, was a much smoother approach and landing, joining the throng of holidaymakers. Most headed towards the transfer section while I walked to immigration.

I’d booked three nights in Hong Kong, planning to depart Friday morning, where I’d catch a connecting flight to Manchester, and meet my grandparents and extended family there. Though the city had recently been handed back to the Chinese, there was still plenty of British influence on display, though I had no doubt that would slowly but surely erode with every passing year. I wandered around, looking like the usual tourist. Thankfully, English was still an official language, and nearly everyone at least spoke a little bit, so I could get around fairly easily.

I spent the three nights alone as I thought about Amy constantly. I’m sure I turned down at least three women who were interested in my company, but I wasn’t in the right frame of mind, and having just left my sister, it wouldn’t feel right leaping into bed with another woman so quickly. I’d give it a month or so before I’d accept the opportunity if it presented itself again.

The flight from Hong Kong to London Heathrow felt like it took forever. I spent most of the time reading or trying to sleep, but I could never get comfortable, so got off the plane rather grumpy. Thankfully, traveling on my British passport made passing through customs a breeze. My bags were taken care of, so all I needed to do was transfer to the required terminal and wait for the connecting flight.

That was a literal hop, skip and jump of an hour or so, landing in a rather dreary looking Manchester, though considering it was late September and the north of England, I shouldn’t have expected anything less. After collecting my bag, I wandered out to the arrivals hall to be greeted by my grandparents. My grandfather looked as fit and strong as I remembered, my grandmother covering my face in kisses, which made nearly everyone chuckle.

“Look at you, Nathan,” she said, grasping my arms, “How tall you are now!”

“And broad,” my Aunt Kathy added, “Lots of gym work, Nate?”

“Yeah. Considering what I want to do, I’ve spent a long time preparing the body, at least.”

Her husband, Uncle Tony, was there, as was Aunt Michelle with Uncle Tom. Then my cousins. Emma was only a child of a few years, then John, Matthew and Rebecca. And then, finally, there was Hannah. She was hiding behind everyone else, but when I saw her for the first time in over five years, I felt my jaw drop. Long gone was the gangly looking thirteen-year-old I remember with braces. She was utterly fucking gorgeous. Long brunette hair. Ocean blue eyes. Her smile lit up her face. She had a… large chest, and curves like a mountain road. Everyone noticed me looking at her.

“Hannah, you remember Nathan, yeah?” her mother, Kathy, asked.

“Of course I do, Mum!” she replied, stepping towards me, “Holy shit, I don’t remember you being this tall.”

“I had my first real growth spurt not long after our last visit. It’s good to see you, Hannah.”

I hugged her and willed my body not to react to her. Her scent was divine. A mixture of perfume, deodorant, shampoo and just that natural scent a woman has. When she lifted her head to look at me, there was no-one else around at all. She smiled, and I felt my own grin form. A cleared throat broke the spell, both of us blushing as we stepped back, glancing at Tony. “Guess you have some catching up to do, right?”

“Yeah, looks like we do.”

“At least you’re old enough to drink now,” Tom added, “Can take you to a proper pub.”

“Long as it’s not warm beer. I’m Australian. Technically, as I’m here on my British passport.”

Carrying my stuff outside, I would be staying with my grandparents until I was accepted into Royal Marines. I was going to apply immediately as I knew enough that there’d be a short wait, at least. The grandparents lived outside Manchester itself in a market town called Altrincham. Kathy and Tony lived with one of their two children, Matthew, in a town called Warrington, to the west, while Michelle and Tom lived with Emma, John and Rebecca in nearby Sale, just to the north. As for Hannah, she lived in a sharehouse in Manchester city centre, close to the university.

At least it was only a short drive to my new home, lugging my stuff into their bungalow, no surprise my grandmother was more than prepared for my arrival and immediately fussing over me, enough that my grandfather told her to leave me alone to at least unwind. What I needed desperately was a shower, so had a baking hot one before throwing on some jeans, shirt and jumper, as it was noticeably cooler.

Aware of why I was there, Tony asked, “When do you intend on applying?”

“Monday morning. No point waiting around, and the sooner I apply, the sooner I can prepare myself.”

“How was your father about leaving?” my grandmother asked.

“Said he was proud of me for leaving everything I know to give this a shot. I don’t intend on returning home with my tail between my legs either.”

“Mother and sisters?”

“Naturally upset that I was leaving. Mum came around to the idea, but the day I left, that was the reality. Katie was in bits. Amy…” I trailed off and shook my head. I obviously couldn’t share why she would have been so upset. I finally sighed. “I’m sad to have left them behind, but I’m excited about the future.”

The family didn’t spend too long, aware I’d be a little jet-lagged, though I noticed Hannah was the last one to leave so she could hug me in semi-private. She was the same age as me, younger by only a couple of months, and what I could sense immediately was the attraction. “Hopefully it won’t be too soon,” I whispered.

“I’ll visit whenever I can, or you can come up and see me in Manchester. I’d love to show you around a little bit.”

“Guess we need a good catch up. Don’t even know what you’re doing nowadays.”

“Student up at Manchester University, so if you can get your butt up there, we can hang around the city centre. Show off my fit as fuck Australian cousin.” I raised eyebrows at the description, which made her giggle. “Oh please, like you don’t see yourself in a mirror.”

“Well, then I have a fucking hot English cousin.”

She rested a hand on my chest. “Play your cards right, Nate, and there’s going to be some fucking,” she whispered, “See you here and now, I’d love nothing more than to fuck you senseless until you go.”

There was a toot of the horn. “Will you hurry the fuck up, Hannah!” her mother called.

She kissed my cheek. “See you soon, Nate.”

I followed her to the door, standing slack-jawed as she practically skipped to the car. There was a politer toot as I waved them off, closing the door and chuckling to myself. Looks like the opportunity presented itself far quicker than I imagined. My grandfather popped out to get some fish and chips for dinner, settling down afterwards to watch a Saturday night Super League game. I learned English rugby league was of a different standard to that back in Australia.

Sunday was a relaxing day, waking late, bacon butties for breakfast, heading into town with the grandparents to walk around and gain my bearings. It was different to Sydney. Completely and utterly different, but there was a charm to the place you just couldn’t miss. I found the different accents confusing at first, while mine certainly attracted attention.

Monday morning, Tony picked me up to drive me into the centre of Manchester and the Army Careers office. Sitting down with one of the recruiters, they checked my passport but obviously heard my thick Australian accent, so asked a few more questions about my eligibility. I was already prepared for that, having a copy of my father’s birth certificate, then explained my grandfather’s service, and generations before who had served in the British Armed Forces.

“And you’ve travelled all the way here to serve?” the recruiter asked.

“Yes, sir.”

“Why not join the Australian Army?”

“I wanted to join the Royal Marines and continue the family tradition. Added to that, the marines are the best of the best. I don’t intend on returning home one day in the future without that green beret, sir.”

He smirked, probably hearing the same self-confidence from many a potential recruit, no doubt all of us unaware of what we were really going to face. All the reading and researching probably didn’t give an inkling as to what we would be enduring later. But he accepted my application, so explained the process further.

“First, you’ll undergo a Naval Service Recruiting Test. It’s a test of your general intelligence, but looking at your scores from school, I think you’ll be just fine. As your HSC is equivalent to A-levels, and your marks are… great, to be honest, you may be selected for officer training.” I tried not to grin as that was what I wanted to hear. “After that will be a formal interview. I’m sure you’ve sat in at least one before, so it won’t be a new experience. If we believe you are suitable, you’ll have a medical then an eye test. These will be performed by an MoD approved doctor. We arrange that on your behalf. Then there is the fitness test. Have you read about that?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Two 2.4 kilometre runs at a 2% incline. First run in less than 12 minutes, 30 seconds, second run in less than 10 minutes, 30 seconds. The last ‘test’ before you start officially training is the Potential Royal Marines Course, or PRMC. Four days of physically challenging tests where you’ll learn what it takes to be a Royal Marine. If you pass that, then after a security check, you’ll be given a date to commence basic training at Commando Training Centre Royal Marines at Lympstone, Devon.”

“How long between now and then?” I asked.

He checked his calendar. “Applying now, with everyone you need to do, you’re looking at five months. It sounds like a long time, but with everything required, and with the number of potential recruits, we cannot rush certain matters.”

“No worries. I arrived expecting to wait for a little while. Not like joining the regular infantry or something, I guess.”

“Correct. They’ll just take anyone. We have standards.” I have a feeling he was throwing shade at the army, tongue in cheek and good natured. “Nathan, honestly, I see no reason why, just looking at you now, why you don’t at least stand a chance. All I can suggest is that you keep up your level of fitness. In fact, get fitter. As fit as you can. If it’s a rainy day, go out and run. If it’s snowing, run. Find a muddy field and run through that, backwards and forwards. Just get used to constantly being on your feet. Find someone to urge you on while doing it. Yes, it’s yelling but it’s to motivate you. We don’t like seeing recruits fail, but I’ll be honest with as with any possible recruit. This isn’t for everyone and plenty of people do wash out in the end.”

“I’ll do my best.”

“That’s all we ask.”

I stood up, we shook hands, stating someone would be in touch shortly, and that the test and interview would at least be on the same day at the same office. He assured me it would be within a month.

I’d left Australia with a cheap mobile phone but needed a new sim-card and number. Tony helped me sort one out and gave me Hannah’s number. Sent her a text asking if she was free during the week. She replied so fast, it made me laugh, replying she was free every afternoon, and I could get a train from Altrincham into Manchester Piccadilly.

We agreed to meet on Friday afternoon, since it was the end of the week and we could let our hair down. I joined a nearby gym so I could get back in the swing of things, waking up each morning to be greeted by low cloud, grey skies, and drizzle. I pounded tarmac through quite a few miles, ensuring I kept my head and hands warm as I jogged. Amazed myself at how far I could run. As for gym work, that was mostly weight training, though I did enjoy using the rower, as that was a proper core workout.

My grandparents doted on me completely, I think enjoying having one of their Australian grandchildren in the house. My grandmother was asking every half an hour if I was hungry, thirsty or bored. I assured her the peace was just what I needed, as I knew training was going to be absolutely crazy. My grandfather took me out on Thursday to his local pub, introducing me around, and I barely had to buy a pint all night.

I would have definitely looked like a tourist the next day if Hannah hadn’t met me at the station. As soon as I passed through the ticket barriers, she hugged me tightly, and when I leaned down to kiss her cheek, she turned so I kissed her properly. I would have done a lot more but I wasn’t one for massive public displays of affection, my farewell kiss with Amy being the exception, not the rule.

“Ready for a day out?”

“Sure. What did you have in mind?”

“Just show you the sights this afternoon then we’ll find a place or two to drink tonight. You can stay at mine tonight.” I couldn’t help grin at her suggestive tone. “Does that bother you?”

“The things I could tell you, Hannah.”

She leaned closer. “Sister?” I didn’t say anything but she looked at my face. “That’s so fucking hot, Nate. Can you tell me about it later?”

“We can talk later,” I replied, remaining non-committal about admitting it. The fact she didn’t care boded well.

But we had a fantastic day out, Hannah happily leading me across the city. I had a camera and snapped a couple of pictures, including a couple with Hannah in them, people stopping to take a picture of Hannah and I occasionally, but I wasn’t bothered about taking lots of pictures. Hannah very quickly had my hand in hers as we strolled around. She could talk the hind leg off a donkey, but considering we hadn’t seen each other in years, little wonder we had a lot to catch up on.

We eventually found a place we could enjoy some dinner before locating a decent pub that sold good beer, while she liked a nice gin and tonic. I think we had three drinks before we were making out, and my hand was on her thigh heading north, that was the signal that we should really just go back to her place.

It was only back at hers that we slowed it down. She must have sensed slight hesitancy on my part once we were in her room. I already had my shirt off as she just wanted to run her hands over my body, but lying back on her bed, my cousin straddling me, part of me wanted her naked and my cock inside her, the other part knew I’d barely just left Amy behind in Australia.

“So you and Amy were fucking?”

“Yeah.”

She smiled. “That’s so fucking hot, Nate. What was it like?”

I couldn’t help smile. “We were in love.”

Her face fell slightly, though the smile remained. “Yet you’re here?” She slid off my body, cuddling into my side, her hand still trailing up and down my chest. “Why? Just the Marines?”

“The whole thing with Amy was precisely because I was leaving. She asked not long after I turned 18 if I wanted to fool around a little before I left. We insisted we’d not catch feelings. Impossible when you’re making love to someone nearly every day. The airport… sucked. I’ve never seen her cry like that before.”

“So it was about 18 months or so?” I nodded. “Shit, that’s a full blown relationship for most people.”

“She couldn’t come. She’s studying in Australia; her life is back there. And even if she did come with us…” I sighed. “It’s for the best. She can now meet someone and have a family, get on with her life.”

“And you?”

“Give me a couple of weeks, Hannah. The body is willing. Trust me, it’s very willing right now. But the mind needs to catch up. Kissing you was delightful, but part of me still thought I was almost cheating on my sister.”

She giggled. “It’s both weird and hot when you say it like that.”

I met her eyes. “You’re seriously not bothered?”

“You think you’re the only brother and sister to fuck?” Raising my eyebrows, she giggled. “Not me. But I knew at least six kids at school who were fucking their sibling. Two other guys had single mothers and they were fucking.”

“Shit, really?”

“I think it happens far more than people suspect but very few talk about it. As for me and you, Nate, we might be cousins but it’s perfectly legal here. It’s only the Americans that go fucking loopy about cousin fucking. Have you seen the family tree of the Royal family? They’re all fucking cousins, or cousins fucking, whether close or distant.”

“Cousins is one thing, siblings is another though.”

“True, but it seems like you were simply enjoying each other for the brief time you had left together.”

“That’s exactly what it was. A very long goodbye to each other.”

We made out a little later, perhaps a little under the shirt action from myself. She eventually got rid of the shirt to give me a fantastic view of her cleavage. She had bigger tits than Amy, that was for sure. But we calmed down enough so we could eventually go to sleep, waking up in the morning to head to a greasy spoon for breakfast. Ended up staying with her until Sunday, amazed at how the conversation flowed so easily. She reminded me of my sisters in regards to intelligence. Add to that she was gorgeous, and I saw more than one lingering gaze from my fellow men as she happily held my hand or held my arm.

She escorted me to the train station late Sunday afternoon, enjoying one last, lingering kiss. When she pulled back, I noticed the look in her eyes. I’d seen the same look in Amy’s. “I waited for six years for you to come back, Nate.”

“Glad I did now,” I replied softly, “I remembered you quite fondly, Hannah.”

“Next time, I’m going to show you off to all my friends.”

“Make it two weeks from now and… I’ll feel ready.” She smiled and kissed me again. I don’t think she wanted to let me go, but a glance at the screen said my train was due to arrive. “I’ll call or text.”

“You’d better!”

“And if I hear anything from the Marines, I’ll let you know immediately.”

“Not too soon. Or, if you do, hopefully you’ll only start after Christmas.”

“Fingers crossed.”

I found myself smiling on the train back home, noticing my reflection in the glass. The lady opposite me noticed and smiled at me. “Just visited someone?”

“Yeah. Guess she might be my girlfriend soon enough.”

“Ah, young love. I remember those days.”

We ended up chatting all the way to Altrincham, particularly once she noticed my accent and I was inundated with plenty of questions. She stayed on the train, though wished me well for the future, which was nice of her, walking back to my grandparents from the station, walking in to smell a roast in the oven. Grandma appeared in the doorway to my room. “Nice weekend, Nathan?”

“Yes, Grandma.”

“Is Hannah okay?”

“She’s fine.”

“She… she has feelings for you, Nathan. Has for a long time.”

“I know, Grandma. She told me.” I sighed, shaking my head. “Getting involved…” I glanced her way. “We can have a brief romance, but once I’m gone from here, the chances…”

I found myself hugged by my tiny grandmother. “Don’t think about it too much, Nathan. Just let nature take its course. She knows what you’re here for. If you like each other that much, then go for it.”

“You’re serious?”

“Nathan, since you let us know you were coming, she hasn’t shut up about you. That was two and a half years ago. That’s how long she’s been waiting. You’ve been here three times, but we know why you haven’t been in the past couple because of everyone doing their studies.”

“So you’re fine with the idea…”

“Grandpa is, I am, the whole family is, because everyone is more than aware of her feelings. The only concern we had is yours?”

“She’s gorgeous and intelligent. Can’t ask for much else, to be honest.”

“When will you see her next?”

“Two weeks, but I’ll obviously call and stuff.”

I took a call during the week from the careers office, letting me know the NSRT and interview would be taking place the week after I’d see Hannah again, asking me to pop in on the Tuesday. That was fine, so I spent the two weeks, at least the weekdays, at the gym and pounding tarmac as I increased the distance I ran every morning and evening. I’d honestly never felt fitter in my life but knew it was still nothing compared to when I started training.

The weekend I had free, my two uncle’s took me to Old Trafford to watch Manchester United play. I wasn’t a big soccer fan but the atmosphere was unlike anything I’d experienced before. The chants were rather amusing at times, and the noise when United scored a goal was almost deafening. I was taken to a couple of proper boozers after the game where I was again centre of attention. More than one person asked, “What the fuck are you doing here instead of Australia?” Once I replied why, there were nods, handshakes, slaps on the back, and again, I barely had to buy a pint.

I called Hannah every night during those two weeks, amazed at how we could spend a couple of hours talking about nothing at all, but I happily lay back on my bed and let her natter away, much like I’d done with Amy when she talked about something with enthusiasm. I’d find myself just listening, smiling away, before she’d ask if I was still there. I’d admit her accent got even better when she seemed so happy to just be talking about something she clearly loved.

I also texted the family back home with my new number. Aware that calls from the UK to Australia were expensive, and it took organising when to call, they were happy to just text back and forth. Amy’s first message was simply telling me she missed and loved me. Katie confessed she spent a week crying herself to sleep every night, usually with her sister for company. Broke my heart hearing that. Mum was dealing it a little better, while Dad was just proud as punch his boy was going to serve.

Knowing I had to be honest, I messaged Amy about Hannah. She replied quickly, suggesting she wasn’t surprised, and now that I was in the United Kingdom, I was single and available. She added, to my relief, that she had adored Hannah herself, so I was making a good choice. She was taking her time, but admitted to taking my advice to heart, and she would soon try and date again herself.

Heading into Manchester the next Friday night, Hannah was waiting for me at the station. She said that night was only about her and I, but on Saturday, we would go out in a group. That didn’t bother me, having brought a backpack with me with a change of clothes at least. It was still mid-afternoon when we met up, and considering how tightly she was holding my hand, I wasn’t surprised when we headed straight to her sharehouse.

“I really want to fuck you,” she murmured as we marched along the footpath.

“Feeling is mutual, Hannah,” I replied.

She practically dragged me upstairs to her bedroom, slamming the door and throwing my bag into the corner before we were all over each other. My t-shirt and jeans joined my shoes and socks on the ground, while her blouse and skirt were almost ripped off along with her shoes. What had me smiling was the fact she kissed down my body until she was on her knees, eagerly removing my underwear to reveal my achingly hard cock.

“Oh fuck yes!” she exclaimed.

“What?”

“Knew you had a nice thick cock.”

My cousin wasn’t a virgin, as we’d talked about our pasts already, so she knew what she was doing with a cock. Holy shit, she could give a blowjob though, taking off her bra as she sucked my cock. Her blue eyes gazed up into mine as she easily swallowed my entire length, admitting she’d sucked a couple of big dicks before and was used to it.

I was mesmerised the entire time as her enthusiasm was off the charts. All she wanted was for me to get off, cum in her mouth, and she knew I was going to return the favour. Our texting had quite quickly turned hot and steamy, and she’d already masturbated more than once to some of the rather lewd suggestions I’d sent her.

“Fuck,” I groaned, the universal signal, at least I thought it was, that I was going to cum.

She removed her mouth long enough to smile up at me. “I want to swallow, Nate. Don’t do that for all the guys I blow.”

I leaned down and kissed her, which definitely surprised her. “Make me cum, and I’ll definitely return the favour, and then some.”

That made her even more determined to make me cum. Soft lips. Skilful tongue. Fingers gently fondling my balls. She knew all the tricks of the trade, but she was a gorgeous young woman, with a fantastic body, and I knew we’d be having a lot of fun the next few months. I groaned again, and she was ready for me to cum, feeling that first spurt escape. She moaned, which surprised me in return, before she wasted not a drop of my cum, eagerly swallowing it all down. Amy had done the same thing for me most of the time, if my cum didn’t end up elsewhere.

Her mouth only left my cock when I offered my hand, lifting to her feet so I could kiss her again, moving a hand down to her panties so I could help shake those off her. Pulling back slightly, the smile on her face hadn’t diminished at all. “Fuck, you’re beautiful,” I blurted out.

That made her blink rapidly, looking away for a moment. “Some guys just say that to get in my pants. You mean it,” she whispered.

Putting a finger to her chin, I returned her eyes to mine. “Of course I fucking do, Hannah.”

No surprise she ended up on her back as we resumed making out, my hand moving down her body towards her smooth legs, grabbing a handful of tit occasionally while also teasing her pussy, no surprise she was hot and wet to the touch. She sighed as I did, fondling her for a few minutes. I could have given her body attention but she was quickly asking me to give her pussy attention.

Kissing down her body, she eagerly spread her legs for me. She was completely bare, something I’d enjoyed on occasion with previous lovers. Amy had never been bare, a couple of lovers before that were not, though the lover I’d had at school, the one I remembered fondly despite it just being physical, kept herself completely shaved.

I groaned when I tasted my cousin for the first time. Her scent had my cock rock hard again within seconds, but her taste was exquisite. I’ve never been good at describing what a woman tasted like, it’s just… well, there’s a reason why I love eating pussy, and that’s why. My tongue teased her to start, up and down her labia and her core, tickling her entrance which made her quiver, not enough to dip my tongue inside. She moaned, sighed, groaned and her body moved almost without thought. Glancing up, her eyes were closed but the smile on her face had broadened.

“Oh fuck, Nate,” she murmured.

Her clit had revealed itself by now so switched attention to that. It provoked a loud moan as her eyes opened, glancing down to see my gazing up into hers, as I slid a couple of fingers into her. I found her spot within seconds, watching her head roll back as her back arched. “Oh fuck!” she cried.

She had an orgasm within a couple of minutes, and that was just the first of a few. I didn’t count how many, far too focused on just making her cum, only stopping as she eventually whispered for me to stop. Removing my fingers, I sucked them clean before I left soft kisses up her body, sucking one of her nipples to earn another soft moan and giggle, before resting on a forearm above her, watching her take a few deep breaths.

“My cousin knows how to lick my pussy,” she whispered.

“Been thinking about doing that for two weeks, Hannah.”

She leaned down to grab the base of my cock, helping guide it inside her. “Been thinking about your big cock sliding inside me,” she retorted.

As I’d cum, we made love for a little while. I think she was expecting me to just fuck her hard, but I took my time to start, which made that smile on her face get even bigger. I couldn’t stop kissing her as she moved her legs to eventually rest against my upper arms, her pussy completely and utterly exposed. “Please fuck me harder,” she begged.

What my cousin wanted, my cousin got. I fucked her hard. Delighted her. Delighted me. No idea how long I fucked her for. Her nails dug into my back enough it almost hurt at times, though I didn’t care. Her pussy was tight, it was warm, and it was somewhere I definitely wanted to cum within another couple of minutes. I warned her, assured in return she was safe. She didn’t want kids yet either.

Once I did cum, I almost collapsed on top of her moving limbs so she could eventually cuddle me with her arms and legs. “Waiting for this since the day I was told you were coming,” she whispered, hearing the quiver in her tone.

“Make an impression?”

“Nate, every time you visited, I’m sure you remember how we were always together.”

I gave it some thought and she was right. “So you’ve had feelings a while…”

“A lot of my boyfriends have been reminders of you, just without the accent.”

I leaned back slightly to meet her eyes. “Hannah…”

She put a finger to my lips. “I know this is only temporary. Nate, I just wanted you for a little while. Let me tell you one thing, though. You’ve exceeded expectations.” She kissed me softly. “So we’ll fuck a little longer, then we should probably head out for food and a drink.”

We left her bedroom a couple of hours later, both of us feeling a little tired, needing a shower. A couple of her roommates were home and I was introduced as her cousin. The fact she didn’t care one bit that they knew surprised me, but all they did was shake my hand, ask a few questions, then disappear to their own room.

Had my first incident that night. We were in a pub and Hannah insisted we buy rounds as she had more than enough money, even as a student, pulling the ‘I’m a modern woman and can pay’ card. I wasn’t going to argue. But when she was at the bar, some geezer wouldn’t take no as a response when he offered to buy her a drink. When he wrapped an arm around her shoulder, I could see how uncomfortable she was. That’s when I stood up and approached.

“She said she’s not interested, mate,” I said.

He looked my way. I was a couple of inches taller and definitely broader. But he was drunk and an idiot. “Who the fuck are you?” he retorted.

“Her date. She’s told you she’s not interested. Go away.”

“Make me.”

I groaned. Hannah grabbed our drinks and made her way back to our table. “I’m not getting into a fight with a drunk idiot.” I turned to walk back to my table when I felt him grab my shoulder. I took his wrist and twisted his arm, turning him so the first sound he made was to cry out. “Don’t touch her. Don’t touch me. I warned you, mate.” I marched him to the entrance, escorting him outside. Letting him go, I gently pushed him away. “Fuck off home and stop annoying people.”

“Come on, fuckwit. I can take you. Think you’re some sort of tough guy?”

I laughed at him, which infuriated him further, before I backed towards the door and closed it. I knew enough that they wouldn’t let him back in. There was a smattering of applause as the bartender called me over, pouring two shots. “For you and your date. Thanks for handling that peacefully.”

“Don’t you have bouncers?”

“Nah, you only get them outside nightclubs. Most issues like that resolve themselves. Not always peacefully though. Thanks for not wrecking the joint.”

“Don’t want to scare my date by being a violent idiot.”

Taking a seat next to Hannah, the first thing she did was kiss me. “That was… something else,” she whispered, “Part of me did hope you’d just smash his face in. Hate guys like that, touching me without asking and… ugh…” She trailed off with a shudder.

We ended up at quite a trendy pub after that, and spent the rest of the night there. I was amazed at how drunk people could get and still get served. Most pubs in Australia were not like that, depending on where you were, of course. Hannah and I were sensible, drinking slowly, but as it approached midnight, she was giving me the eye, her hand caressing my thigh far enough she was practically groping my cock, that we eventually hurried out, managed to grab a taxi, to take us the short distance to her sharehouse.

I heard Hannah apologise to a couple of her roommates the next morning if we kept them awake once we got back. “Sounds like you were being properly fucked,” Susie replied, “He’s your cousin, yeah?”

“From Australia.”

“Phwoar! An Aussie? He got a fit brother or cousins with him?”

“No, just him.”

“Fucking lucky, Hannah. And he’s well fucking fit. Bet he’s got a big cock too.”

I sauntered down the stairs in just a pair of shorts, kissing Hannah on the cheek before pouring myself a coffee. Her two roommates, Susie and Beth, definitely looked me up and down a few times. “Morning,” I said. They immediately turned shy, whispering ‘Hi’ back to me, before both made their excuses and disappeared back upstairs.

Hannah turned to me and poked my chest. “You did that on purpose!”

“What?” I asked innocently.

“You heard what they were saying!”

“Hard not to. Walls are pretty thin here. Bet they definitely heard us fucking last night.”

“And this morning, Nate. I’m feeling a little tender right now. My pussy hasn’t seen that sort of action in months.” I gave her a curious look, wondering why. She started to blush. “I was waiting for you,” she whispered, “Didn’t want to get involved as I would have felt bad breaking up with someone just so I could have a chance with you.”

“Oh…”

She leaned up to kiss me. “Worth the wait, Nate.”

We spent the day lazing about her house. She had some studying to do so I read a book before falling asleep, waking up to soft lips on mine, my cousin snuggling against me. We got ready by late afternoon and met up with a group of her friends. A couple of them were attractive, a couple of them had gone overboard with spray tan. When I whispered that to Hannah, she giggled, agreeing with me, but it wasn’t unusual. “Do you like my pale skin?” she wondered.

“Hannah, I’ll keep telling you how fucking gorgeous and beautiful you are until you actually believe me.”

She dazzled me with a smile before kissing me deeply, enough her friends all stopped talking. “I do,” she whispered, “But it’s the fact you’re telling me, Nate. That’s what means so much to me.”

“Want a room, you two?”

“I’ll be taking him home tonight to ride his big cock later.”

The girls all broke into giggles. I thought they’d have brought boyfriends along but apparently I was the lone man surrounded by seven girls. Hannah never left my side the other night. We ended up in some nightclub, not my sort of scene but the girls wanted a dance. I had two left feet, but with Hannah wanting to dance, all she made sure was that my hands were on her body as she gyrated against me.

We were out until rather late, ending the night in a chippie as the girls were starving after a night of dancing and drinking, amused as they tucked into greasy kebabs and chips. We eventually split apart, making sure all the girls had a taxi take the home first, which earned me kisses on the cheek from each of them, before Hannah and I took one back to hers.

Exhausted as we were, little surprise we headed to her bedroom and fell asleep rather quickly. We made love the next morning, Hannah slowly riding my cock for as long as she could, only after a couple of orgasms did she drag me to the shower we both desperately needed. After a late breakfast at a nearby café, she walked me to the station again. Parting this time was far more difficult.

“Maybe you could stay more often?” she wondered, the hopeful tone easy to hear.

“Tell you what, hopefully after Tuesday, I’ll be told of the timeframe of when everything will happen. If I get that, I’ll come see you more often. I know the gym I use in Altrincham has at least three sites in Manchester, so that won’t be a problem.”

I wasn’t exactly sure what to wear on Tuesday, so eventually went with a pair of trousers, shirt and tie, leather shoes, shaved and ensuring I looked the part. The test was only an hour after I arrived, and to be honest, it was an absolute breeze. Yeah, might sound arrogant, but I’d obviously researched and knew what to expect.

After that was the formal interview. That’s when I started to get nervous as I was sure of what to expect, but still, I figured a curveball or two would be thrown my way. It started with the simple stuff first, such as my family history, whether Australia or the United Kingdom, my education and any work experience I had. Received a few questions about my education, such as why I’d foregone university, replying I wished to start in the Royal Marines as soon as possible. Seeing that I’d been an army cadet seemed to work in my favour, so I at least had a flavour of what to expect.

Then it got slightly psychological, asking why I wished to serve, did I understand where I could serve, what being a soldier, marine, sailor or airman does entail. Basically, the subtle question was, how did I feel about taking another human life? I replied that is what the training would take care of. How I thought now wouldn’t matter after the months of discipline. You’d see them as human but they would be the enemy. They wanted to kill us so we’d kill them in return… if we couldn’t take prisoners by forcing them to surrender.

The end was questions I had and I did have a few, such as where would I could possibly be serving, as the 1990s had been, for the most part, peaceful. Or, since the fall of the Soviet Union, the fear of nuclear annihilation had disappeared. I asked a few questions about what to expect from training, more about a typical day and then the general overview. I asked was it a case of breaking me down and building me back up again. The recruiter grinned and nodded, suggesting that was the easiest way to put it. I entered a civilian and would leave a fully-trained Royal Marine.