Welcome Home Soldier
 

It was mid July, 1865, when former Confederate Captain Quinn Brylee, arrived back at his boyhood home in the Ozark Mountains. Although the war had only been over for a few months, it felt as if it had been a lifetime ago. He watched as the families and friends of the returning soilders danced and sang with joy for the return of their boys. But Quinn was watching something else.

On the other side of the pavilion stood two young women. One was Emma Watson, the daughter of Todd and Rubee Watson. Todd and Quinn's father had grown up together. The other was Rebeka Morgan, the daughter of Frank and Edith Morgan. Edith was his mother's best friend. Quinn was very fimilar with the two families and their children. He had served in the war with the Watson's two oldest boys. And had told the Morgan family about the loss of their only son. That had been the hardest. Quinn watched the two women as they dance with first one gentleman then another. They were both beautiful, but felt that if both were out of his league.

Emma Watson was nineteen, thirteen years his junior. She stood at least a full foot shorter than him at five foot two. She always wore her long black in a braid that was then twirled in a bun. The lack of hair around her face made her brown eyes stand out above anything else. She was quite and prim; from the way she wore her hair to the way she dressed. Not so much as a spot of skin showed. She was very much an "old fashion" woman.

Rebeka on the other hand was the total opposite. A year older than her best friend, she was also a good five inches taller. She wore her medium length blonde hair around her neck. Her blue eyes always seemed to sparkle. Unlike Emma, she was loud and outgoing. Where Emma dance the slower dances with the young men, Rebeka choose the fast paced ones. The old saying of "opposites attract" must be the same for friends.

As the sun set and the dancing contiuned, Quinn finally got up the courage to ask them both to dance. After the thrid dance with each of them, Quinn wondered why he had been so nervous to ask them. He had commanded troops in battle. Watched them die in his arms. Wrote and/or told many families of their lose. But the thought of asking those two women to dance had terrified him more than anything. Now that that terror was over, he had to laugh at himself.

Later that night, by the light of a full moon, Quinn rode his horse towards home. His parents had left a few hours earlier and would no doubt be in bed. At thirty-two, he had seen and done a lot. A lot more than he had ever dreamt of seeing or doing. Running a hand thru his wavy brownish blonde hair he stared up at the full moon with his baby blue eyes. So many nights he had looked up at that moon and wondered if he would ever make it back home. He no longer had to wonder; he was home.

Two days had passed and Quinn made his way to the swimming hole he had swam in as a boy. It was hot night and a quick dip in the cool springs was just the thing cool him off. It hadn't helped either that the thought of Rebeka and Emma had stayed on his mind since the dance. As he approached the springs, the playful squeals of females could be heard. His military instincts kicked in and he carefully hid to watch.

From behind a bush, Quinn watched as the shy Emma and outgoing Rebeka played and froliced in the moonlite waters. Emma's long hair, now out of it's tight bun, swung around playfully. Their naked bodies shimmering as the water rolled from their breasts and back to the waters. Rebeka's were small. He could fit the whole thing in his mouth. Emma's was larger; a handful at the most. Either way, they were both gorgeous. He watched them swimm to the large rock jutting up in the middle of the spring and sit. Intently he listened to their conversation.

"What do you think of Quinn," Rebeka asked.

"He's nice," Emma said, flipping her hair around before finishing, "if you like that type."

"What do you mean 'that type'? He's exactly 'the type'! The more you try to play your 'sweet and innocent' act around others, the more I see your 'need to be naughty' break out."

Rebeka leaned into Emma and softly kissed her lips. Quinn heard them both moan as their lips touched. He watched as their hands fondled each others breasts. He knew from the actions, they were more than just friends, they were lovers. He began to undress as he continued to watch them.

Quinn's eyes never left them. Emma's teeth gently tugged at Rebeka's nipple. A soft moan escaped Rebeka's lips as she threw her head back. Emma too moan as she sucked at, not just her best friend's, but her lover's breast. Taking his hardening cock into his hand, Quinn began a nice slow rhythm. For several minutes his eyes stayed locked on the two exquisite young women. Leaning his naked body against the tree next to him, his grip and rhythm increased. He didn't even notice that he was falling until he tried to catch his balance and fell into the water. Looking up, he watched as the now startled ladies tried to cover theirselves as best they could.

"Quinn," Rebeka asked in a shocked tone.

"Yeah," Quinn answered, just as shocked to be standing naked before these beauties as they were to see him there.

"What the hell are you doing spying on us," Emma yelled at him. She was now defensive, her naked body sat in front of Rebeka's as if she tried to hide her lover from him. Quinn and Rebeka both gave her a shocked look.

"You actually said 'hell'", Rebeka stammered. "I've never heard you curse before!"

"You might as well get damn use to it," Emma again cursed, her whole body shaking with anger. "Answer me damn it! What the hell are you doing spying on us?"

"I wasn't" Quinn said, wanting to laugh. It had just occured to him that the three of them were buck naked and none of them cared. He watched them sitting on the rock as he tried to control his laugh he continued, "I came here to take a cool dip in the spring. Little did I know that I would be getting even hotter by watching the two of you on the rock."

From behind her lover, Rebeka finally poked her head out. "You were watching us?"

"Yeah," Quinn answered, setting himself down on the rock. "And loving every minute of it."

A strained silence was broken as Emma pounced on Quinn and began to deeply kissing him. Quinn didn't know who was more shocked; him or Rebeka. Emma finally let go of him and sat back down next to Rebeka. Sexily rubbing Rebeka's breast she asked, "Well..., while your here, why don't you take care of us?"

"Gladly," Quinn softly said. Climbing onto the rock, they parted to let him between them. As Rebeka and Quinn slowly kiss, Emma went straight to the area she found most interresting. Quinn moaned as she placed his harden cock into her hot wet mouth. The slow rhythm aroused him further. His one hand ran thru her wet hair as the other pinched Rebeka's hard nipple. The air filled with low moans of pleasure. He could only hope that no one was watching the three of them as he had been the two of them.

Quinn watched excitedly as Rebeka moved to straddled his face. He could plainly see Emma's head bobbing up and down on his hard shaft. A smile spread across his face as Rebeka's blonde pussy hovered above him. His tongue made several slow swipes on her clit. Damn did she taste good. Her sweet nectar dripped onto his tongue. He could still feel Emma at his cock, but she was no longer sucking him. Her knees were now beside his hips. He could feel the tightness of her pussy as it slowly sanked onto him.

"HHMMM," Quinn heard Emma moan as she lowered herself on him. A quick rise and then down again, but further. "Oh God," she gasped. He knew from the tightness and her gasping, his was the first to enter her. One more time and she sat completely on him. He could feel her shaking from sheer pleasure as she slowly began to ride. Her inocence now gone. Both girls moaned and gasped with pleasure; Emma from his cock and Rebeka from his tongue. Feeling both of them cumming at the same time nearly made him. Holding onto what little restraint he had, he managed to keep from cumming himself.

Quinn didn't know how long they stayed like this. But soon both of the girls collapsed with exhaustion. Taking a deep breath himself, he watched as Emma laid back on the rock and stretched. Rebeka moved onto all fours and began slowly licking at her lover's pussy. Getting behind her, Quinn raised her hips to met his own. A slow hard push in and Rebeka gasped, raising her head. Quinn waited for her to continue with Emma before pulling out and then pushing back in again. Another gasp from her. Quinn didn't wait for her this time. One more push and he was buried to his balls.

"Oh God," Rebeka screamed. "Your huge."

"I know," Quinn laughed as he slowly moved in her.

"But don't he feel wonderful," Emma asked thru a gasp.

"Yes," Rebeka moaned.

Quinn's pace increased, as did Rebeka's on Emma. From the way Emma squimmered, he knew that Rebeka's tongue was doing it magic. Both of them moaned with pleasure; Emma's rising to squeal.

"Oh Damn," Quinn grunted as he quicken his pace. The sight of Rebeka eating Emma's pussy while he fucked her was doing more for him than anything ever had. He was gonna cum and soon. "I'm gonna cum," he groaned. As he pulled out of Rebeka, they both begged for his cum. Their heads now together, he shot the first squirt on Emma, the second on Rebeka. Both licked at the salty fluid as he continued to shoot one more on each. Sitting back, Quinn watched as they kissed. Their tongues licked his cum from each others face. Once more he had them before each returned home. Several more times that summer the three of them met at their spot. And several more times he had them both.