My Step Brother's Obsession - Carly #2

Hardon

Sergent Snider.

I smiled as I watched Carly walk over the camp to see I was waiting for her. I wasn't going to go so easy on her this time. I had already given the kitchen staff her dietary needs whilst we were training. I had enjoyed our time together before we officially closed for the winter. I had gone back to the barracks for the winter. I had no former family to speak of; they all disowned me when I had decided to join the army. They thought it was to get loved and lost rather than not being loved at all. Their reasoning was pathetic. They decided I was dead to them before I even stepped out the door. They wanted me to work a nine-to-five job. That wasn't me. I wasn't something that sent blood rushing through my veins and got me excited to do something worthwhile. I was an outdoors kinda guy. I enjoyed interacting with others. I was a team player, but my father had to make the point that any outdoor job was a team thing. I didn't just want an outside job, I wanted to fight for the country. I wanted to do something worthwhile but they couldn't see that they didn't understand what made it so important to me. I wanted justice, I wanted peace, to get that we had to fight for it. But my wanting to join the army was a big no in their dictionary. I was sixteen with barely any decent qualifications. I knew I would gain experience in the Army on a job of my liking and get paid. It was like they were trying to hold me back from what I truly wanted, what my hip had wanted since I was able to walk and think for myself. They disowned me the day I left to join and told me I was dead to them if I didn't reconsider my career path. If I wanted to die out there, then I was already dead to them, didn't they get it? You could easily die from walking the streets, getting stabbed, getting run over, an aeroplane crash, sinking boat. There were many ways you could die without going into the army and going to want, but they didn't see it that way so fuck them I'm still here and still breathing whilst they are six feet under hopefully regretting the day they told me I was dead to them.

She looked at me worse for wear in her tight black leggings, and a crop top which was under her baggy t-shirt. She wore a pair of running trainers. I grinned. I was surprised she hadn't come here in her heavy-as-shit goth boots. She looked hot, and my boner agreed.

Fuck I needed to keep my illicit thoughts to myself. I needed to think of something that wouldn't get me hard. She was sixteen and I was old enough to be her father.

"Good morning Miss Evans."

"I thought we were on a first-name basis, Sergeant Snider."

I grinned. "So we are. Apologies, Carly. Good morning."

"Good morning to you too, James."

I grinned like a dumb child who got a cookie. "Shall we begin Carly?"

She nods. I know she doesn't want to be here and I roped her into it, but I need to know how far I can push her before she snaps. It's one of my traits that my comrades hate. I've broken way too many soldiers to count old and new. I know Carly is only here to prove not all girls her age just want to look pretty. I know she isn't one of them that makes me want to work her even harder than I work my own men.

"Let's go then, shall we, Carly?"

She looks at me and smiles. "Bring it on James."

Fuck the way she says my name makes me hard all over again fuck my life. Let's just start the morning rituals.

Carly

We strode across the camp to the assault course. I remember the last time we were here. I bet his ass that day too.  He was one grumpy MF. I thought Bulldog Jr was like a bear with a sore head, but he was worse, so much worse. I don't think he'll ever live that day down, no matter how he plays it off. Now we're here again for warm-ups before we start our training, whatever the hell that is. 

He smirks slyly. "Are you ready for this Carly?"

"I am, but are you?"

He grinned wider. "More than ready we're going to start with warm-ups, then we're going over there," he said, pointing over to the mats. "Today we're going to work on your reflexes and I'm going to teach you the art of self-defence."

I smirked, he had no clue I had already been doing self-defence classes before I even came to camp. Kyler and Bulldog Jr found out the hard way and I guess he will too. "Sure let's get this started."

"As you wish, Carly," he winked, sending weird shifters down my spine. 

We did our warm-ups. Unfortunately for me, he insisted on several occasions I was doing the stretches wrong or something else wrong and he showed me just how to do them. He was so damn close he hadn't got to get that close. I could feel his bulge every time he leaned me forward to show me an easier position for the damn stretch. This was so damn awkward. I hadn't signed up for this. His bulge obviously had a mind of its own, so I tried to dismiss it until we finally went over to the mat and he began to try and teach me some self-defence moves which meant I could throw him over my shoulder over and over again.  

Once he realised I could do every move, he showed me. He sighed and told me we were going to work on my reflexes. In other words, he wanted to know how much I actually knew.

I smoked and got into position on the mat. He did the same. We bowed and all went to shit after that. I must admit that he's good, the strongest and the best partner I've had. No one could defeat me. That was until now. I think I'll have to give this one to him. 

Punches, kicks, blocks, rolls, flying kicks and foot swipes. He was damn good and fast. We battled it out until we both ended up on the floor feet swiping each other. We fell and he rolled into me, taking me with him. This wasn't good.  We were both panting and out of breath.  His legs were wrapped around mine so I couldn't move. I shot my elbow back and he moved his head, dipping it into the crook of my neck. It felt weird. I shuddered when he sniffed my hair. I tried to move out of his foot lock but it was irrefutable. His body moved closer to mine and he clamped down his foot lock, his hard-on pushing into my ass. I swallowed as he kept rocking his body back and forth to gain friction. His hard-on was the least of my worries. I needed to get the fuck out of this and run as far away from this pervert as I could. With all my strength, I flipped us over and brought my head forward and then back I heard the crunch of bones which meant one thing I had broken his nose, but he kept a hold on me. 

I elbowed him in his ribs as hard as I could. He inched but still kept hold of my ankles. Now free of his best hold. I prized his ankles open and stamped in them I heard a curse from behind me I turned and punched him in his nuts he yelped in surprise and pain. I looked at him disgusted. "Don't ever touch me again and keep your hardon away from me." I said before taking off.

I heard him chuckle. "You'll be begging for it soon enough, Miss Evans. And when you do, I flick you long and hard."

"Go to hell you sick fuck."

"Only for you."

I flipped my finger at him and ran, tears falling off my face. Who did this fuck face think he was? Just because he was a sergeant, he wasn't above a sexual assault conviction.