It was and it wasn't possible all at once, as brother and sister broke too many rules of song to do something different. It was an incestuous rock 'n'... roll duet. It couldn't be scripted. Even Tina couldn't put marks on a music sheet to describe it. It was as natural as breathing to brother and sister, born in a place that many have simply never been. The harmony was so natural as to be surreal.It was rock 'n' roll at a whole new level as Dewayne's constant screaming guitar pulled the perfect,. I bet the old SOB did something to piss them off, so I decided I needed to do something to get the attention of the fucking butter bar (Second Lieutenant – because the one bar is gold) who commanded the BTR 80.I ordered, "Elena, help me into a chair, bring me my stick and then start pitching some of the grenades to me again."She of course complained (like a typical female), "Ben, I don't think this is such a wise idea. Won't the commander of the tank become upset at us?"I sighed but explained,. I had my hand on his throat and another on his cock. He stared at me, puzzled at first.He relaxed once I lowered myself and squatted down. I think he knew what I was up too.I opened my mouth and placed his cock inside my mouth. “Mmmh, mmmh,” I went about my business of sucking him.He caressed my hair. It inspired me even more to suck slowly then a little faster.I would suck hard around the head then swallow deep, before sucking on the head again. He would pull out and slap my tongue with. I had to almost carry Judy back to our seats since her legs suddenly became as weak as if they were made of rubber.Sitting in the stands she held her hand out and tried to stare a hole right through the ring. I had to suffer (?) a bunch more kisses from her and pats on the back from everyone around us. Like I said I don't remember anything about the game. After the game ended the cheerleaders came back to our seats to congratulate us and wish us well. I recognized a couple of them as having.