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WAR PRIZE (fM, inc)

David came through the Korean Conflict with memories, souvenirs,
scars...and a lovely adopted daughter.


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War Prize

By: Punchinello

(fM, inc)

San Francisco, 1957
David lay awake again, staring out the window at the night sky,
knowing that in the next room Kim slept, lithe and lovely. She was
young and slender, small-breasted, of Franco-Korean blood, with long,
gently wavy jet black hair. She was also technically his daughter.

He had been eighteen, seven months in Korea with the 578th Combat
Engineers, and had devoted much of his spare time to a village near
Baker company's base camp. It had been torn up badly in a North Korean
sortie and he had gone in to look for survivors. Kim was alive,
injured, and--at twelve--in need of protection.

Pinyong, 1952
"I'm going to help you." David picked up the bleeding girl and carried
her toward the jeep, calling for the medic. The medic told him it
wasn't too bad and did a half-way decent job of patching her up.

"What is your name?" he asked her in Korean. It was nearly all the
Korean he knew.

"Kim."

The Staff Sergeant strode by in a rush. "NKPA is moving, corporal. Get
this jeep out of here. And leave that national...unless her family's
dead."

"Affirmative, Sarge."

"Mamasan?" Kim asked.

"Mamasan dead. Papasan dead," David told her.

San Francisco, 1957
With an "American Uncle" attitude, David had decided to adopt Kim
after a few weeks. His plan was to bring her back to the states,
enroll her in school, and settle into a sort of older brother
relationship.

Seoul, 1952
The clerk hammered his stamp on the forms in rapid succession.
"Authorized. She yours now, corporal--although, I don't know what the
hell you're gonna do with her."

"Thanks."

"Seriously. I mean, what are you gonna do with her? Take her home?
What is she, 12? Do you even know? Do you speak Korean?"

"Look, I been through all this to get the papers. And, yeah, I'm gonna
take her home."

San Francisco, 1957
Kim had learned English amazing fast, staring with their lessons in
camp. She had adapted quickly to American life, and now seemed like a
regular American girl--although the only Asian in her school.

But now David was twenty-three, and Kim was a soft and sexy seventeen.
Evenings were the hardest, seeing her warm and relaxed in her pajamas
or nightgown. Afternoons were the easiest, seeing her come home from
school complaining about an English assignment. But...on a Sunday
morning, fresh from a shower, eating an orange with the juice running
down her chin--it made him want to lick the juice, her lips, her
nipples. It made him want to push the bathrobe off her shoulders and
stroke her fresh, naked body....

Jinsaong, 1952
The shells thundered into camp in a steady rhythm, like waves on the
beach in a storm. Kim huddled close to David in the dark under a
wooden table. She was wearing one of his blouses as a pajama top, and
nothing else. It made him uncomfortable. She was focused on the
artillery shells raining down on them.

San Francisco, 1957
The door to David's bedroom swung open smoothly. Silhouetted by the
dim hall light was a slender figure with long wavy hair, wearing a
pajama top and nothing else.

"Kim?" David said stupidly.

"Yes," came the low, silken voice. "I have to talk to you."

David sat up in bed; he tried to relax. "What about?"

"About the other night...Saturday night...."

David remained silent. Kim had stayed out all night.

"The night I went to the game, and I came back, and I saw you had a
girl in the apartment...." His chest constricted into a small iron
ball.

"Jane."

"The girl from the bookstore."

"Yeah."

"And did she stay all night?" Her tone was sadly certain.

"No." His tone was firm.

Kim was silent, pensive. She went to the window and pushed aside the
curtain a little. Moonlight splashed across her body. Her bare legs
were washed a smooth silver gray. Holding onto the window frame, she
closed her eyes and tilted back her head, arching her back slightly,
drawing up her tee shirt to the point where the edge of her white
panties showed. David's chest constricted further. Kim dropped her
head forward again, stretching her neck muscles. She leaned on the
window sill with both hands and her calves were stretched taut. Almost
as taut as David's nerves. Kim finally spoke.

"She's only two years older than me."

"I know," he said too quickly. He could hear the jealousy in her voice
now. It wasn't childish jealousy, jealous of attention. It was the
same jealousy he himself had felt once Jane had left and he realized
that Kim wasn't coming home that night.

"Do you like her?" She was trying to get past the high school dating
attitude.

Suddenly, he was a fat man skating on thin ice. "Not...a lot, but
she's a nice enough person."

"You know what I'm asking."

For a moment, David felt that he had fallen through the ice, but then
he suddenly felt fed up with his predicament. He threw back the sheet
and sat on the edge of the bed in his pajama bottoms. He used to sleep
in his underwear, but that had stopped with the first good
thunderstorm, when Kim came rushing in and buried herself in his
embrace.

"I know what you're asking," he said. "What I want to ask you is: why
didn't you come home that night?"

She stared out the window. "It could have been pretty awkward."

Good word. It could have been very awkward for Kim to have bounced in
around midnight, dropped her coat and pep flag into a chair, and
brushed past Jane and into her room. Very awkward.

She came over to the bed and put one knee on it. Her pajama top slid
all the way up her thigh. Her nipples were two sharp points pressing
through the fabric. "You might have been...right there on the living
room couch."

"Or right here on this bed." A noticeable bulge had grown in David's
crotch.

"If nothing else, she might have been moaning loud enough to hear in
my room." She came very close.

"And what would you have done...lying in bed...hearing her moan?"

"I think...I...might have fantasized that it was me." Her voice was a
husky whisper and her lips were inches from his. He slid his hand up
her leg and caressed her thigh. It was firm, athletic. Her own hands
slid up his muscular arms and down his chest to his waist.

"Take me, David. Please. Make love to me like you wanted to do with
Jane." Kim's mouth fell on David's, her pink tongue reaching out for
his kiss.

"This isn't right," David murmured.

"Please...." whispered the girl. Kim pushed David's pajama pants and
shorts down over his ass and held it in her hands, kissing him warmly,
deeply. She kneeled at the bedside and pulled pants the rest of the
way off. She sat, panting, staring at David's bulging crotch, and
reached out to tug down his shorts over his hard cock and down his
legs. The young girl reached out to touch it, hold it, stroke it
slowly in both her small hands.

"It's nice," she said, looking up into his eyes. She kissed her way
back up his body into his arms. David stroked Kim's fresh, young
curves and pushed down her white panties. He slipped his hand between
her thighs and gently pressed his finger into her wet, pink groove.

Kim moaned softly and lay back on the bed. She arched her back to
raise her small, soft breasts toward David's mouth. He took one small
nipple in his mouth and kissed and licked at it. Kim moaned again and
thrust her hips toward his probing hand. "Now," she urged. David moved
over her gently nudged her legs open with his knee.

Kim reached between her legs and found David's ready cock poised above
her. She pulled him toward her with one hand and guided his dick into
her wet, young pussy with the other. David eased into her gradually,
pushing then pulling back, pushing deeper again. "Oh!" Kim moaned.
"Oh, yeah! Oh, David! Mm! Mmmmm!"

Their hips fell into a slow, heavy rhythm, which grew faster and
rougher. David kissed and licked Kim's small mouth. "Unh, unh! Oh! Do
you like it?" he groaned.

She caressed his back, grasping at his muscular body while she moaned
heavily. Her words were short and breathy, pleading, eager beyond her
years. "Yes! Oh! Yes! Unh! More!"

Suddenly, Kim convulsed and froze, her breasts pressed flat against
David's chest. She gave a little whimper, murmuring in Korean. David
thrust his hips again into Kim's overflowing slit and shot his hot
juice inside her with a groan. "Oh! OH!" Kim gasped, feeling her cunt
fill with his creamy jism.

They kissed again and fell away from each other, lying side by side.
Kim put her head upon David's chest and kissed him; he kissed her
forehead and caressed her small breasts.

"Can you pick me up after school tomorrow?"

"Don't talk about school, Kim."

"I'm sorry. It seems dirty, doesn't it?" She played with his nipples.

"Yes. It does."

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean--"

"It's okay."

She nuzzled his neck, rubbing her smooth, bare leg along his muscular
one. He cuddled her in his arms, trying not to think of why his sweet
little refugee had not been a virgin.



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