Field Rations Always Suck

Tags: teens, incest (bro/sis), ffm threesome, dismemberment, gynophagia

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Private Frederico Martini turned quickly at the movement in the bland plywood construction. He immediately identified the armless, naked redhead stumbling out of one of the doors before him, with a black rifle hanging uselessly by a sling from around her neck.

Tat-tat. Tat-tat, tat-tat-tat.

His M7 punched a series of holes in her: splintering her wooden replica weapon, then shattering each knee. Felicia screamed as she collapsed. Other guns crackled occasionally from elsewhere as the young soldier quickly but carefully approached the sobbing teenager, but the private blocked out the sounds unrelated to the situation in front of him.

When he reached her, he knelt, deliberately putting some of his weight on her wounded legs, causing her to briefly cry out again. Gripping her hair in his left hand, he turned her head to face him as he drew his combat knife with his right.

“Freddie, I love–” she started to say, but her final words were cut off when the knife passed through her throat.

Private Martini watched in grim silence as his girlfriend’s blood pooled around them, and her dying body twitched for much longer than he had expected. Once she was finally motionless, he looked up, towards the walkways suspended above the training grounds.

“Well done, recruits Landsend, Martini, Walsh!” barked the sergeant looking down at the roofless mock houses. “Recruit Byron, you didn’t cut deep enough! That slut of yours is going to take all day to bleed out at this rate!” The gruff man waved them back towards the starting area. “Gather your kills and bring them to your fire for field dressing and your graduation feast. Congratulations, you are all officially full fledged fucking soldiers in the finest army in the world. Now, move, you sons of bitches!”

“Thanks, Felicia,” whispered Private Martini, as he tiredly bent down to sling the dead girl over his shoulder. “Couldn’t have done it without you, babe.”

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“I’m home!”

Freddie was just starting to close the front door, when he heard the thumping of feet approaching, then a dark haired blur slammed into him, right as he turned to look at the sound.

“Freddie!” the blur had shouted just before impact.

He felt arms and legs wrapping fiercely around him, and just barely had time to identify the face of his sister before her tongue was in his startled, open mouth.

“Monica,” Freddie panted, once his mouth was unoccupied, “uh, hi. That’s quite the greeting.”

“Welcome home, big brother!” his sister cried, grinning like a maniac and not letting him go.

He carefully pried loose her arms and legs, so he could remove his backpack. Now that she wasn’t pressed directly against him, he noticed that she was entirely naked. He reflexively looked her body up and down, appraising the fifteen year old on full display. She seemed to have filled out a bit, even in the two months he had been away. Despite her youth, she was looking more and more like a grown woman, with plenty of her new growth rounding out her chest and curvy ass. He thought she might have reached a D cup already.

“What’s this about?” he waved at her body. “Did you just get back from the pool or something?”

“No,” she grinned. “I stripped so I could give you a big army graduation present: I’m joining the army, too! You get to take me with you when you get deployed, big brother!”

“Wait, you volunteered? Moni, do you know what that means? Do you even know what you’re volunteering for?”

The naked girl rolled her eyes and gave him the you-must-be-stupid look that all teen girls seem to have mastered.

“Oh, gees, Freddie, I don’t have any idea. The ‘field ration volunteer form’ was just so vague, with all the stuff about ‘meat shields’ and ‘top quality food for our brave troops’. What ever would a girl like me be doing in a war zone with a bunch of soldiers? Will I be knitting your socks? Making oil paintings of the landscape? Oh, maybe I’ll be stewing wild rabbits and peeling the potatoes? Hmm?”

“Okay, okay,” he waved for her to stop. “Thanks, sis, really. I’m glad I’m going to have you with me out there. This means a lot to me.” He kissed her lightly, then he smirked at the younger girl. “Hey, you know what they say about field rations, don’t you?”

“Oh, no, no, no,” protested Monica, holding up her hand. “Don’t you start that too. I will happily follow you into hell; I’ll cheerfully obey every command you give; heck, I’ll even sing a merry little song while you grind me up alive, but please don’t make me endure that dumb joke again. Between Papa and Gramps, I must’ve heard that line fifty times in the weeks since I announced that I was joining up. If I have to hear it one more time, I’ll–”

“Frederico!” their mother joyfully interrupted, just coming around the corner of the hallway. “Oh, my precious boy, look at you! A proper soldier, just like your grandpa.”

“Hey, Mama,” Freddie said warmly.

The portly woman hugged the muscular eighteen year old, pulling his head down to nestle against the wide expanse of matronly breast above the hem of her dress. He had to stoop to get his head next to her cushiony H cups, but the soothing feeling of their soft warmth more than made up for the awkward stance.

Still holding him in a motherly embrace, she said, “Frederico, baby, you’re so thin! Didn’t they feed you in the army? Never mind, we’ll make up a proper meal to welcome you home.”

“Actually, Mama, I ate quite a bit of Felicia in the last few days,” Freddie said. “I’m really not all that hungry.”

“Nonsense,” scoffed the woman. “I’ll make a batch of amatriciana, your aunts will fix up some saltimbocca, and you will eat all of it! But, first, I must go and tell your papa and grandpa you are here. Maybe I can talk them into letting us carve up one of your little cousins for the occasion.”

Freddie sighed, watching her walk off, knowing there was no point arguing with his mother when she wanted to feed someone she considered ‘too thin.’

“So, it’s true, huh?” asked Monica, quietly. “You really did have to snuff your girlfriend at boot camp?”

“Yeah, it’s the final test,” Freddie said, with a shrug. “I guess they wanted to make sure everyone has experience killing someone before going into combat, even if it’s just a girl.”

Monica nodded thoughtfully, and wrapped him in a side hug as they went deeper into the house to greet the rest of the family.


Dinner was just as boisterous as always in the Martini family. With his parents, his sisters, his grandpa, and the three aunts and their daughters who lived with them, all seated at the long table and all talking at once, it was amazing that they managed to eat the steady heaps of food Mrs Martini kept piling on their plates. Six year old cousin Mila had been butchered up to be the main ingredient in the feast, which added to the sense that Freddie’s return was truly a special occasion. Despite the risk of stains, the girls had all dressed up in their Sunday dresses, although both toddlers had clear ponchos over their clothes, as their mothers had insisted. The only exception to all of this was Monica, who stayed naked, under the table, giving her brother a slow blow job while he ate. After their mother finally accepted Freddie’s plea that he couldn’t eat another bite, she made sure her oldest daughter came up for air and stuffed herself with as much of the leftovers as possible, while the other girls started on the washing up.

After the meal, Freddie was dragged into the study with his father and grandpa for some ‘manly talk’. This turned out to mostly be more congratulations about how proud they were of him, and listening to Gramps tell old war stories, for what felt like hours at a time.

“Thanks for telling me about all that,” interjected Freddie, standing up when he sensed a break in the rambling story. “Look, I’m still worn out from training night and day for weeks on end, with very little rest. You know how that is, Gramps. If you don’t mind, I’ll hit the hay early tonight.”

“Hmm? Oh, yes, yes,” the old man agreed. “Did I ever tell you, I often had to go without sleep when I was stationed in Brazil.”

“Yes, good night, Gramps. Good night, Dad,” said Freddie, making his retreat before he got bogged down in another campaign.

When he exited the study, he was surprised that Monica wasn’t waiting for him right outside the door. The way she had refused to be farther than arms reach from him all afternoon, he half expected to be tackled again as soon as he left the female-exclusion-zone.

Thinking about climbing into bed was a relief to the weary soldier, but it also brought a brief pang of loneliness, as he remembered that his girlfriend wasn’t around any more to keep him company at night. He passed a few of his younger sisters and cousins along the way to his room, and they halted playing their game to greet him.

“Good night, little bites,” Freddie called to them, affectionately.

“Good night, Freddie,” they responded, with a giggle, glancing at each other.

“I hope you enjoy sleeping in your bed tonight, big brother,” snickered Alba, the oldest of the group, at eleven.

Still puzzling over the odd way the girls had been acting, Freddie entered his room. As soon as he flicked on the light, he saw what the girls had been laughing about. Monica was in his bed, moaning softly.

“Hey, big soldier boy,” she purred, “I’m all warmed up for you.”

“Pff. You mean, you have the bed all warmed up for me,” smiled Freddie, as he took off his shirt.

“Mmmm, yeah, that too. But I was talking about my pussy. See? I’m all hot and I’m all yours.”

She threw aside the covers to show that she was playing with her clit, with her legs flung open, invitingly.

Freddie stared at her tiredly for a moment. “Moni, I really am exhausted. You have no idea how hard boot camp was.”

She pouted and spread her moist pussy lips with her fingers. “As hard as your dick is about to be, with your sexy little sister wrapped around it?”

Freddie sighed. “Fine, once. And then we’re going right to sleep, and staying asleep at least until sunup, you horny meatslut.”

“Yay!”

He protested when she woke him up by slurping on his dick twice more that night, but that didn’t stop him from roughly fucking her til she screamed his name each time, before they fell back to sleep.


When the morning actually did arrive, Freddie just lay back and let Monica work on his morning wood until he came directly in her throat. Afterward, he just luxuriated in the freedom to not get up and run for several miles with a drill sergeant yelling at him to go faster.

This relaxation didn’t last as long as he wanted it to. Between his younger sisters making almost as much noise as the sergeants, and the force of his newly acquired habit of staying constantly active, he gave up on the idea of lazing around in bed all morning. After less than half an hour, he got up and slipped on some shorts and a t-shirt, while Monica just laid still, following his every movement with her eyes.

“I’m going for a quick run,” he told Monica, while he stretched.

“Okay. I’m going with you,” responded his sister, hopping to her feet.

“Ha, no. There’s no way you’ll be able to keep up. I don’t want to have to carry you back after you collapse half a mile in.”

Monica stretched her legs so deep her cunt nearly brushed the carpet. “For your information, Private Martini, I have been working out while you were having fun at camp. I’ve gotten to the point of jogging at least two miles every day.”

Freddie eyed her skeptically. Her legs did seem to have some muscle tone behind the fat. She was pretty appetizing looking, now that he really looked.

“Alright,” he conceded, “I guess two miles is enough to get me warmed up to start my day. But, I’m going at my speed. Either keep up, or fall behind.”

Despite what he said, he started out slower than he had been made to run in boot camp. Monica struggled to keep pace for the first half mile, before finally giving in and allowing him to pull far ahead. Even though she turned back as soon as she saw him headed towards home, rather than trying to go the full distance, Freddie still beat his sister home by a couple minutes.

When she got back, she immediately flopped down by the door, panting hard.

“I thought you said you did this every day,” probed Freddie, who had largely recovered already.

“Fuck…fuck, Freddie.” When she caught her breath some more, she said. “I don’t go that fast. I’ll bet you’d go slower too, if you had a giant set of bare tits punching you with every step.”

Freddie just grinned. “It was fun watching them bounce for those brief moments I was moving towards you, rather than feeding you my dust.”

Monica groaned, but was too exhausted to think of a comeback.

After showering, or more accurately, after Monica insisted on scrubbing him clean in the shower, the two of them chatted idly while he got dressed.

“Which one is better for a first date?” asked Freddie, holding up two worn t-shirts.

“A date?” Monica said brightly. “No, no, neither of those. Here, try this one.”

She nodded once he had shrugged it on. “So, we’re going on a date, bro?” she asked eagerly.

“Yeah–I mean no.” He flicked her sharply on the nose. “I am going to ask out someone. I guess you can tag along, if you promise not to be a nuisance.”

Monica frowned. “Oh. Well, who’s your date going to be with, then?”

“Umm, I haven’t quite made up my mind yet.”

Monica brightened again. “Oh! Then how about me?”

Freddie rolled his eyes. “I’m looking for a girlfriend. You know, someone who will be here–and be alive–whenever I get back from being deployed.” He pinched her nipple sharply. “Field rations need not apply.”

“Okay, okay. Can’t blame a girl for trying.”

Freddie sat down on the bed next to her. “Felicia and I talked about who I should go for, after she was gone, quite a few times at camp. She thought I should ask out Faith.”

Monica made a face. “You know she’s a bitch, right?”

“Yeah. Honestly, I was never really that into Faith, I just tolerated her because Felicia liked her so much. Not bad in bed, though.” He fidgeted for a moment. “I kind of had my eye on Angie.”

“Angie?” she said, incredulously. “She’s way too young. She’s barely even a teenager.”

“I’m pretty sure she turned fourteen recently,” Freddie defended. “And you’re only fifteen, so how is that so different?”

“I’m your sister: age gaps don’t count with family. In fact, I’m your oldest sister, at this point, so I’m automatically okay for you to fuck. If you want a real girlfriend, I say Angie is out of the question. At least for a few more years, anyway.”

“Fine,” grumbled Freddie. “Then how about Daisy? She got a nice ass, and she always seemed like she had a crush on me.”

“I guess…but I’m not crazy about you dating my best friend. Also, all my friends have good taste, so more than half of them have crushes on you, Freddie. That hardly makes Daisy special.” Monica sat up straighter. “Oh! I know: Nikki.”

Freddie blinked. “I haven’t seen her in like, a year. I thought she got snuffed, or something.”

“No, she was just dating a girl over in Greensburg. I ran into her the other day at the mall, and she said her girlfriend had just been snuffed at work or something. That means she’s recently single, and she’s back in town. You two always got along so well, I was sure you would have gotten together if Felicia hadn’t come along. She’s perfect for you, bro.”

Freddie scrolled through his phone for a moment, then stared at the last few messages in their chat history. “Do you really think she’d still be interested in me? We didn’t exactly part on the best of terms.”

“Don’t be a wuss, she’s smarter than that. She knows that shit was all Felicia’s doing. In fact, the way she asked about you when I saw her makes me sure of it.”

“If you say so.” Freddie hesitated.

Monica reached for his phone. “Here, I’ll do it, if you won’t.”

He pulled away from her and stood up. “No, no, I’m doing it. Just give me a second to think of what to say.”


His phone dinged with a reply while his mama was dropping a second pile of bacon pancakes on his plate, which started a quick series of back and forth messages. By the time Monica came up from drinking her morning protein smoothie from between his legs, Nikki had agreed to meet him at the mall in an hour, and hang out all day.


“Hey, Fred, over here!”

“Hi, Nikki,” he called back, walking up to where she stood by the soft pretzel shop.

As soon as he got close enough, Nikki tipped her head up and gave him a peck on the lips. The nineteen year old brunette had a slender frame that made her seem tall, but that wasn’t enough for her to be able to stand eye to eye with the towering young soldier.

“Oh, hi, Moni,” Nikki said, and looked quizzically back at Freddie.

“Hi, Nikki,” Monica replied, meekly. “I hope you don’t mind having me along, too. I promise not to get in the way, or anything.”

Nikki smiled and kissed the naked teen. “You’re not in the way, cutie. I just didn’t realize you’d be with us.”

“Moni has been pretty much stuck to me since she volunteered to be my MOTF when I get deployed,” explained Freddie.

“Your…motive?” Nikki looked baffled. “You mean, like, she’s the reason you’re fighting, or something?”

“M. O. T. F.” spelled Monica. “Meal On Two Feet. It’s army slang for a personal meatgirl.”

“Oh! Oh, that’s great, Moni!” smiled Nikki. “Ah, I guess that’s why you’re naked, then.”

“Yep,” responded Freddie. “I’m proud that my little sister is doing her part, too.” he hefted one of his sister’s tits in his hand. “Plus, with these with me on the battlefield, I know I won’t be going hungry.”

Nikki licked her lips dramatically. “Well, they’re making me hungry right now,” she teased, fondling the other boob. “Maybe I should take the first bite.”

“Sorry, this meatgirl is reserved,” intoned Freddie, with mock seriousness.

Monica blushed lightly at the attention. “How about Freddie buys us both some giant pretzels, to make up for hogging my meat, hmm?”

Nikki’s eyes sparkled as she turned her focus back on her nominal date. “I like the sound of that.”

“Certainly, my ladies,” Freddie bowed. “What flavors do you want?”

The rest of their date seemed to fly by. At lunch, Monica sent a few fingers Nikki’s way while under the table, which led to Nikki licking Monica’s pussy for dessert. After Monica had scarfed down more food than the other two combined, they all headed to the mall’s theater, the three of them holding hands on the way, with Nikki claiming the middle spot. They settled on a murder mystery, which the posters advertised to be starring an attractive, busty actress as the victim. They decided to take seats near the back, where fewer people would see them.


“That was a great movie, Fred,” said Nikki dreamily, leaning on his arm as they left.

“It was, wasn’t it?”

Freddie nearly walked into a potted plant, his eyes being locked onto his date.

“You think so, huh?” snickered Monica, trotting alongside Nikki. “If you guys loved the movie so much, then can you tell me who did it?”

“Oh, it was…the butler?” guessed Nikki.

“I don’t think there was a butler in this one,” smirked Monica.

“The aunt,” said Freddie confidently. “The one with the big hairdo.”

“She was the second victim,” laughed Monica. “She died like twenty minutes in. You guys were so busy making out, you missed the whole fucking story.”

“Yeah…I kinda stopped paying attention after they finished snuffing that hot milf from the poster,” admitted Nikki. “So, I give up, who did it, Moni?”

Monica looked sheepish. “I don’t know. Aside from the sex and snuff scenes, I was mostly just fingering myself watching you two. I wasn’t really listening when they got to the denouement. That guy they had play the detective was sexy enough, but his voice was sooo dry and boring, I just kind of tuned him out when he was talking.”

The other two stopped and stared at the naked girl, then they all burst out laughing.

At the edge of the parking lot, they paused, seeing that they had parked in different directions. Monica grabbed Nikki’s hand and then nudged her brother.

“Hey, Nikki,” started Freddie, then hesitated.

“Yes, Fred?” prompted Nikki, with a relaxed smile.

“Would you, maybe, want to, umm…I mean I had a great time, and I thought maybe, if you also had a–”

“For fucks sake,” muttered Monica. She turned to face the older girl. “Nikki, what he’s trying to say is, Mama always makes way too much food. You should come over and help us eat it; and then it’ll probably be pretty late, so why don’t you just stay the night with us.”

“Yes, Fred, I’d love to,” grinned Nikki. “I even just happened to bring my toothbrush, so if you don’t mind me wearing matching PJs with Moni, I’m all ready for a sleepover.”

“I’m not going to wear–oh, right,” giggled Monica.

“Perfect!” grinned Freddie, shooting a grateful glance at his sister. “I hope you like authentic Italian food, Nikki.”


After the predictably chaotic supper, this time without anyone they knew on the menu, several of the older kids dragged Freddie, Monica, and Nikki into a board game. After cousin Stephani claimed the victory in the first game, and Monica conquered them all in the second, Freddie and Monica got up to head to bed.

“Sorry, girls,” excused Freddie. “We’re just tired from our date. We’ve had a pretty busy day.”

“Tired, hmm?” smirked cousin Stephani, who was less busty than Monica, despite being a few years older. “And it has nothing at all to do with the way Nikki has been playing footsie with your dick under the table for the last hour?”

“It sounds like they’re going to have a busy night, too,” Alba added, with a giggle.

“You’re one to talk, Steph,” countered Monica. “You tried to cheat by fingering me for most of that last game. Too bad for you that I’m just so great at this that I can beat you all while I’m cumming.”

“Yeeah,” drawled Stephani. “You just got lucky.”

Alba laughed loudly at that, and pointed at her cousin. “Yeah! She got lucky with you, Steph!”

Monica stuck her tongue out at her cousin and sisters, then scampered off to catch up with her brother. She reached them just as they were entering Freddie’s room.

“Hey,” she said meekly, “I’ve kinda started sleeping with Freddie. It’s cool if not, but could–”

Nikki kissed her, and pulled her into the room without breaking the kiss until after she had kicked the door closed.

Nikki had them both sit on the bed, then gave them a show, stripping slowly, with lots of sinuous swaying and teasing peaks before fully exposing herself. The moment she was done, Freddie embraced her, kissing her deeply. Monica made herself useful by reaching between them and opening her brother’s shorts, so she could pull them down. When Freddie stepped back to peel his shirt off, Nikki and Monica slid into a gentle, flowing kiss of their own.

Nikki and Monica lead the way to bed, continuing to make out until they got settled, lying side by side, inviting him to fuck them, silently saying it with their eyes and their bodies. The horny boy took their unspoken invitation without hesitation, ravaging them both for hours on end. Late into the night, they finally collapsed, settling into sleep, spooning with Freddie in the middle and Nikki wrapped in his arms.