Em’s Panties Pt 8

The next morning was Sunday and my Dad woke me up at 6am and asked if I’d go running with him. I said yes and got up, changed into some running clothes and met him in the driveway where he was already stretching.

“Morning Keith,” He was in a rare happy mood. Maybe it was because he was off duty for the foreseeable future, or maybe it was because he fucked mom for 45 minutes. Either way I liked when he was like this. More Dad and less officer. He talked incessantly while we ran. I was struggling to keep up both physically and with the conversation. He talked about the deployments overseas, how much he missed it, the food, the sights, the girls. He was in rare form. “The women in Europe and Asia son, they are different then the States. Those girls are raised to please a man. It’s in their blood.” I couldn’t even respond. Besides the occasional dirty joke, or the birds and bees talk when I was like 11, he never really spoke about those things.

“The thing is, kiddo, those girls WANT to please you. Your happiness is their happiness. I met some girls in the Philippines, and you won’t repeat any of this to your mother, but I met some girls there that would do ANYTHING to be with you, and hope that you’d bring them stateside when you left. Every night was a party off base. The booze, the sex, the parties.”

“Uh-huh,” was all I could manage. He was running even faster now as he talked about the glory days, before he met mom and had us. I guess he was feeling good. I was about to die. Thankfully we rounded the corner, and the old man took pity on me and instead of heading up the hill and into base housing for another mile, we turned down our quiet road and into the driveway.

“Oh sweaty men!” Mom yelled as we walked into the house. “Straight to the shower, then throw those things into the wash please.” Dad walked over and kissed Mom, and my sister and I looked at each other quizzically since public displays of affection was definitely not his thing. “Roger!” my mom yelped after Dad whispered something in her ear. “Go, get out of my kitchen while I make breakfast. Both you boys. Go!”

Dad and I ran up the stairs and he peeled right, into the master, and I went left, to my room. I stripped and jumped into the shower. When I came out I gathered my things and headed down to the kitchen. My mom and sister were setting the table for a proper Sunday family breakfast. When Dad joined us we all waited for him to start the vacation conversation.

“So, let’s talk family vacation.” He said after pouring some OJ. “Mom first. What do you want to do, dear?” We all turned our attention to mom. She took a breath and composed her thoughts for a second.

“Well, I was thinking maybe we could go to Italy. Its been forever since we’ve gone, and the kids have never been.” Mom continued, “And our honeymoon there went so fast we missed so much.”

“Yeah,” dad responded, “Spent too much time in the room.” He was grinning like a fool.

“Also,” Mom interrupted him, “You had mentioned Iceland last night, and I thought how nice someplace cooler would be this summer.”

“Maybe, maybe.” Dad said. “What do the kids say?”

Before I could open my mouth Em chimed in with her support for mom’s ideas. “I think we should go to Italy.” I was hardly even able to open my mouth when a kick came from under the table. I looked across to see my sister giving me a death stare. I thought, ok, why argue.

“Sure, yeah. Italy sounds great. Like they said.” I looked at my sister and her face softened., happy I was in agreement.

“So Italy…” Dads voice trailed off. “I do have connections in to get us to Aviano in the mountains. We could drive to Venice. I’ve never been there before.” Dad seemed to sit and ponder it for a few, while we all ate in silence. When he finally did speak, he was confident and had a plan. “Kids when is the last day of school?”

“A week from this coming Thursday.” I was happy to finally contribute to the conversation. I had been counting the days to summer break.

“Ok. I’m going to talk to the boss,” meaning the base commander, Dad’s boss, “They owe me big time. I’ll see what we can do. In the meantime, let’s say it’s decided. Honey, can you look into arranging housing and kids you find activities for all of us?”

Suddenly none of us were hungry anymore and we started to scatter to our respective computers and smart devices to see what Italy had in store for us. Dad announced he was going to drive to the base and work out details. He invited me to tag along since he was off duty, and I jumped at the opportunity. I loved going on base with the old man. He was treated like a rock star. Everyone liked my Dad a lot. He rose through the ranks quickly because he had the reputation of being fair, honest, and smart. Dad used to be a pilot himself but as he aged and settled down with kids his priorities changed to being home more, with the family. Dad was offered, and accepted, a very high-level logistics position and that’s how we ended up in the middle of nowhere. We grew up here but honestly, it’s never felt like home. The kids we go to school with are all army or air force brats, with a few townies mixed in. It was fun watching Dad interact with his airmen. Even though he wasn’t in uniform they all respected him immensely.

I was sitting in Dad’s office while he was in with the General and I saw some of the boxes that Dad used to bring camping with us. They contained different field rations, and some had medical supplies. I always liked them, because you could open one small package and there were literally dozens of things in there. I grabbed one to open, looking for some gum, but it had medical supplies like bandages and scissors. On the side however I found a 8 pack of condoms. Looking around to make sure it was safe I slid them into my pocket.