There, sitting on my front porch, was a woman that I hadn’t seen since she was a little girl, but she was unmistakable: Carly, my own sister. I stoo..., stunned really, at the sight of my ravishingly beautiful sibling, before reminding myself that she was one of THEM. Yes, she was part of the family who had disowned me and kicked out when the moment that they could get away with it. She never objected to my expulsion, never spoke up for me, and near as I can tell, probably benefited from suddenly. He makes sure that I do all the same things he does, like knowing what everyone in the office is doing and to visit with each department head. He likes to follow the sale from the Sales group to Finance, Decorating, then to Title and closing. Brad gets nervous if we don't schedule the architect and decorator for an interview with the owner within a day or two when it's a custom home. Then I'm asking construction how they are doing, of course. Do you know that he likes to inspect every custom. "It has a coaxial 7.62mm M240 machine gun and a .50 caliber M2 cupola-mounted machine gun. He doesn't have ammo for either of those, though. Unless he brought it with him," he said, discouragingly."Either? You mean he does have ammo for that cannon?" I asked."Well, only practice rounds," the Major explained. "No HE or AP. We don't keep that here. It's all been shipped back to the Depot upstate."Everyone relaxed somewhat. Things weren't as bad as they could have been.The Sergeant Major spoiled. It was so easy for him to reduce me into a quivering, begging for it, stud for him to use and he knew it. His face was close to mine, his finger tips teasing my hard, aching cock. He moved his face against mine, then slowly moved his lips across my neck. I was almost panting now, powerless to resist. His soft lips met mine and I let him kiss me, just a soft, sensual peck, then sensing my need, dove his mouth down onto my cock. I was on the edge of cumming when he lifted his head from my dick.