Chapter 2: Boot Camp

At the behest of some people, who filled my inbox with requests for a sequel (I really liked being woken up at 3 in the morning, thanks.) I have decided to write a second chapter. To the people who noticed that WR and BY were a little cool to the fella, that was intentional. Shitty friends? Hell yeah! Keep in mind though that they ARE teenagers. This modern setting is challenging, because I am not American. Apologies for any sort of unamerican eh... stuff.


"Jaune…" Summer's voice filtered into his ear even as he pushed his head into the pillow some more. "Come on, Jaune… Wake up." The voice was soft, gentle, even as he felt someone tug at the covers.

"WAKE THE FUCK UP, MAGGOT!" The sound of Summer's voice, raised to an ear-piercing height was enough to startle him awake, turning his head to see Summer standing there in his bedroom, wearing an exercise outfit. He would not deny that his eyes went to the tight top, the toned stomach and those hips that had been bucking at him only the day before. His mother stood at her side, a smirk on her face as she looked at him with the expression that only a mother could have at her son being shouted at by some drill instructor.

"Get out of bed or I'll chase you through the city in your underwear." The natural phenomenon that happened to most men was still in effect, as she tore the covers off. "That little stick there between your legs is up, so why aren't you? Get your ass into a nice comfortable set of pants, we're going to run! Your mother was nice enough to let me be the one to take over the regimen of making you into a man, so time is wasting, boy!"

She grabbed a hold of his arm and he did an unmanly 'aahh!' as she straight-up jerked him out of bed, holding him up. 'Holy shit, she's strong.'

"Now, don't mangle him too much, Summer. He needs to be able to help you around the house still." His mother said, like some traitor who would not even dare to help her flesh and blood.

"Oh, we'll start off light. A five mile run to warm his muscles up, before some light crunches and a bit of extra. Thanks for packing his bag for him, he's going to be a sweaty, stinky boy when he's done with that." Summer's easy smile, even as she winked at him, causing his male phenomenon to give a little twitch, to the faint horror in his mind, his mother not noticing, yet Summer doing so. "I'll deliver this little scrub back home around ten. You're going to see him walk into that door a man, I promise you."

His mother laughed, like a traitorous Benedict Arnold, shaking her head. "Thank you for doing this for him. Jack's been looking for a reason to get Jaune shaped up." Summer snorted, shaking her head.

"I needed to get some personal training up again. It's going to be a lot of work to get these babies back into style again." The look she gave him, as her hands rubbed over her toned stomach, was enough. "What're you doing, standing there and looking at me like I am the god-damn owner of your ballsack, maggot? Get dressed! If you aren't done in five minutes, I'll have you eating ass until your breath smells like last night's dinner!"

The verbal barrage of insults and taunts was to spur him on, as he got dressed quickly. A smack against his ass and a 'Work faster, scrub!' spurred him on even more than before, as he got himself dressed in a very light set of jogging pants, a top that'd been bought a few years ago with the bunny rabbit logo on it as well as a fresh towel.

"Doable, Arc. Your ass is mine for the rest of the day! Ma'am, I'll bring him home with sweat on his balls and a satisfied feeling of being a bitch for a woman who's able to spit fire at him." The verbal torrent of abuse and crude remarks seemed to be something of a thing with the military, even as his mother winced a little.

"I'd like him back clean, please…" She said, even as one of his sisters peeked into the room.

"Holy shit, you're actually getting out of bed before six." The time he hadn't noticed, but the lack of sleep certainly had been. "And getting reamed out by Miss Rose."

"That's right. This little candy-ass bitch is going to learn what it's like to meet my friend PAIN." Her gaze turned to him. "And it won't be some sweet-ass on the backseat of the car head that you'll be getting from me, Arc. Your ass is mine and I'm going to make you wish that you'd gotten laid before I took that boy-cherry of yours by force! You should be happy that I'm not Yang's mother, because if that bird fuck got her hands on you, you'd be pumping babies in her ovaries like it's a ten hour shift at the gas station! Now march, bitch!" She smacked his ass and told him to hurry on.

"Do you really have to use such terms around my son, Summer?" He heard his mother ask, as Summer's light laugh came from behind him.

"It's all part of shaping a kid into a man. Ask your husband what he did when he was in Basic. We had this guy in charge of us, a really soft-spoken guy, but when he went off on you, it was like 'You shit-fucking mud baby! How dare you go and do that shit to us! Do you like smelling of piss, you cock-sucking son of a motherfucking incest baby!?' Ahh, Bob Rose, you will be missed. Heard he's a painter now, too."

"That's… colourful." His mother said, politely. Summer's impression was at her regular voice level, but it did not diminish the feeling of being pressured. It was not enough for Summer to just coax him, but also to demean him.

"Yeah. When my best friend Raven and I went through basic, we were like 'hell naw, motherfucker!' and he was very soft-spoken about it. Gotta break the kids down if you want them to be good defenders of the best fucking country in the whole wide world! I'm gonna break him in and make sure that he's the best man that a woman can get." He could imagine Summer doing that, even as the feeling of her touching him, of her lips wrapped around his manhood, came to him. Excitement filled him, even as his father gave a wave at him.

"You should do what she tells you. I'd wish you luck, but with how she's getting excited about it… You've got hell in front of you, Jaune." His father grinned, patting him on the shoulder. "At least you've got a fine driller with ya. She's got the guts, and she's a beauty. Not like the guy I had for my Basic… Now there was a guy who used fuck for every second word…"

"Come on, Jaune. It's already six and your ass should've been out in the woods for two hours. Consider yourself lucky that I've let you sleep two more hours, dreaming of my daughters in their swimsuit!" A smack to the ass, even as Summer grabbed his head in a head-lock. "Pour some stuff down his throat-hole and we'll see about his skills at running away from a woman."

A bowl of oatmeal and some fruity bits and pieces in it was poured down his throat by a merciless Summer, whose grin was enough to tell him that this was going to suck really badly for him.

As he was pushed towards the car, nearly twenty minutes post-waking, he watched the SUV, the car looking well-worn, several of the neighbours watching as he was nearly thrown into it, with Summer slamming the door shut.

"Alright, Jaune… Time for you to get sweating… And I won't be letting up on you. I was taught to be the best of the best, and none of the sissies that had decided that they'd be Marines and flunk out and went into the air force or something was up to my mettle… So I'm going to break you down and build you up." The engine rumbled to life, even as she looked a little distant, her gaze at the skies. "Tomorrow at four, I'm going to own that ass of yours… But first, we've got to work out."

"Summer, eh… About last night." Embarrassment filled him, as she smiled, a smile that was gentle and without the hardness of her drill instructor mode.

"I enjoyed it, Jaune. Let's just put it down as an experiment… I do want you to be a good fit for a girl." It was that she was staring at the road, as the car started and moved, her eyes distant and perhaps a little forlorn. "I shouldn't have… But I did. No use crying about spilled fuel." The snicker that came from her mouth was almost a regretful one, as she exhaled slowly. "No… There'd be little crying about that." There was a pregnant pause, as they sped up a little, Summer pushing the pedal and the car moving along, slightly above the speed limit as they moved.

"We've got three hours to do our little jog and dance, Jaune. I don't expect you to go and be a superstar bitch-breaker in three hours, but try to keep up." Her body did as she said, starting to go at a modest pace. He could feel his breathing pick up at the first three-hundred yards, Summer keeping perfect pace in front of him, turning her head a little. Her hair was a little longer than Ruby's, the sunlight shining on it making it glow almost with the red of the tips, her silver eyes looking t him.

"Come on, you can do it faster… I said that I'd make a man out of you, so come on… Get in front and make that cute butt wobble!" She let him pass and then felt her hand smacking his ass. His speed increased a little, as she easily matched the pace. "Come on, you little blonde runt! I like my men strong! Be able to challenge a bitch to a wrestling match and punch her lights out like a REAL son of America would do."

As sweat soaked his shirt and his pants felt uncomfortably sticky, he let his gaze drift to Summer, who was only sweating lightly, the hair sticking to her face and the top, a white one, clinging to her breasts. She wasn't as busty as Yang was, yet the woman clearly had some good genetics behind her, as she smirked, leaning against the car for an instant. "If you're able to do fifty crunches and push-ups, perhaps I'll give you a little reward." The hint was accompanied by a light lifting of her top, showing a pale orb of flesh, a nipple peeking out at him. "Ah… Only if you do them. The best rewards go to the ones who are strong, Jaune… Laws of the jungle."

He strained, as the push-ups were slow and his body ached. Her eyes were on him, even as he settled to do his crunches, the muscles in his gut tightening, though he was sure that she was going easy on him. He'd heard the horror stories from his father, about the day-long marches on the exercising ground.

"That's a good boy…" She said, as she sat down next to him. A water bottle was in her hands, held out to him. "Your reward, Jaune. Cool water to drink…" Her head turned, the somewhat abandoned road that she'd parked at still there, and her hand lifted her top. "And some good advice, because you're a good boy for keeping up with the warm-up."

He grabbed a hold of the water bottle, his eyes looking at the breasts that showed clearly, Summer's skin pale, even as she moved closer. "Summer, I…"

She placed a finger to his lips. "I told you, my daughters don't know what they're giving up on. A man who's able to help around the house… Fuck, if I wasn't so old, I'd take a good shot at you myself." Her eyes were warm, as her breasts stood there. "Now, I want you to take a hold of them… give them a little squeeze."

He set the bottle down after taking a sip, the coolness of the water enough, as his hands laid on the woman's breasts, her eyes meeting his own with a wicked smile blossoming on her face. "That's it, good boy. Girls like it when their breasts are handled by a man. Nice big hands…"

A springy sensation. A light sensation that was enough to pull at his mind the encounter of before. He glanced at her face, as her eyes looked at him with an expression that seemed both excited and somewhat sad. "Nipples are very sensitive. Just… put your fingertips on the flesh and then pull upwards, as if you're trying to lift a cloth off something, seize the nipple and… tug."

He followed her sensation, a low moan coming from her lips, as the sweat-slicked face showed her pleasure. "Good boy… Now, do that again, thirty times. Consider it a reward." It was daring, sensual and utterly morally wrong, yet he was weak, his hands tugging. Her fingers brushed over his groin, pushing against that which laid there.

"Had a nice dream, Jaune… Dreaming about me?" The soft voice, intermittently moaning, asked, as he felt the hands move over his groin. "Dreaming about me sucking on you, making you moan like a little bitch in Basic, hmmm?" The fingers were drifting over the underside, as her fingers did not invade the jogging pants, just stroking over the outline.

"That's enough, Jaune…" Her fingers stopped, as his manhood ached, a low sound in his throat of disappointment, even as she smiled. "By the way…" She pulled her top back on, hiding the breasts from view. Hard pointy tips were visible within the fabric, as she smirked.

"The girls were having a bit of a party for two, together. They'll be surprised to see you pop up again, heh." The sadistic little chuckle seemed to be a trait that had not passed down to Ruby, as Summer got up, pointing at the bottle. "Hydrate yourself, Jaune." The words were strict, as she yawned. "You'll need to, because I need your help with some additional stuff around the house. A good man's good at most things, so I'm going to make use of you… You'll get a few dollars for it though." She winked, as she patted his shoulder.

"Shower first, though… No smelly men around my girl-fort." She leaned over and kissed his cheek. "Good for sticking with the program, Arc. You'll make one of my girls happy one day."

"But what about you?" He asked, and she stiffened, a smile on her face that didn't convince him in the slightest.

"I'll be okay." Her eyes were not looking at him, as she took a deep breath. "I'll be… I'll be happy if one of my daughters gives me a grandchild. Raven's fucked up, and now I'm…"

There was more below the surface. He'd known her for a while now, but she'd never really opened up about her past, never really been more than the mom of one of his best friends. As she started the car, he glimpsed something different about her. The teasing tone and the way that she'd instructed him in a titty grab, it had all been to prepare him for Ruby? Was this going to be training for the job of being Ruby's boyfriend? "Ruby and Weiss..."

If he didn't know that Ruby was with Weiss, he might've gone for the suggestion. An older woman taking an interest… It was like those pornographic movies that got passed around. "Don't worry. She'll come around to liking you. She's… she's just bad with words."

Summer sounded as if she could barely believe it, but she held to the story. As they rolled up the driveway to the Summer residence, he could spot some activity, the muscles in his legs protesting a little as he stepped out of the car. "Alright, Arc… Get yourself to the kitchen. I'll put this one in the garage and join you. There's a few trees that need to be cleared away and I don't want you to be getting that done whilst you're still working on a mostly empty stomach."

He walked into the house, hearing the sounds of Ruby or Yang in the kitchen. Entering, he spotted Yang, currently only wearing a very thin top that showed the majority of her tit, only held up by the nipples, a set of underwear or a very scandalous thong to cover her groin. "Morning, Yang." He said, getting to see her startle at his voice. As she turned around, the carton of milk that was in her hand was raised reflexively, as she looked at him.

"What're you doing here?" She asked, her voice a little bit hushed, as her eyes looked him over, mainly at the sweaty shirt. "Vomiting already at the thought of some good ol' fashioned hard labour?"

"Your mom took me out for some training, Yang. Five miles of running with her smacking my ass if I slacked off, and a nice warm-up of crunches and push-ups afterward." The look on Yang's face was not one of pity, if he had expected it to be. She grinned.

"Going to be the man who's going to replace our dad in her life? My… You seem confident, Vomit boy…" There was a look that he sent her, as he went for a glass of water, getting himself even more hydrated. Summer didn't join them yet, even as Yang fixed herself a sandwich.

"Afraid that you're going to have to call me Daddy, Yang? I'm sorry, but I don't think Summer's into me like that." The thought of Summer calling him Daddy was one that made him feel thankful for his current way of leaning against the table.

"As if. Mom prefers her men to have scruff, not some small sprigs of hair like you." Summer appeared, running a towel through her hair, a dress on, with not much visible below it.

"Well, I don't mind trying out a new flavour… Do you mind if I marry you, Jaune?" Summer said, hugging his arm into her chest. "Thank you for the suggestion, Yang. Let's plan the wedding when Daddy Arc is gone, alright?" The tease was enough to make Yang groan.

"Mom, too early for this. I know that dad and you split, but please… Don't hit on Ruby's friends, even if you are joking. Ruby'd not take well to that." Summer snorted, a crude sound, as she shook her head.

"Good morning to you too, Private Xiao-Long. You're joining us tomorrow at four in the morning for that comment." The way that Yang's face turned dark as displeasure flashed onto it meant that there wasn't much anticipation for the training session.

"No, I'll pass. Blake said that she'd like to go out cruising with her car tonight, and I'm pretty sure that Ruby and Weiss are…" She cast a glance at her mother, then at him. "Going out to the movies."

He would have offered to come along, on his own buck, if he had heard such a thing when he hadn't had his mind blown (and his manhood) in Summer's fancy car, nearly twelve hours ago. It was clear that Yang had anticipated such a thing, even as she sighed.

"Nice for them. I'm going to be in bed early, this evening, so yeah… She'll have to tell me how it went." The look on Yang's face was one of surprise, as she looked at him, raising an eyebrow.

"Decided to give up on being Weiss' eternal stalker, lover boy?" Yang said, even as Jaune got an idea. He walked over to Summer and wrapped an arm around her.

"Mommy and daddy are going to go out on a date tonight. Don't wait up on us." He felt Summer stiffen, even as she looked at him. Yang gagged in disgust.

"Jeez, don't just go and blurt it out like that. You'd almost think that you two were serious…" Yang shook her head as Blake came meandering out of the direction of the stairs that led up.

"You smell. Bathe." She said to him, her fierce golden eyes looking at him for a moment before they turned to Yang. "Where is the milk?"

"Right here, pussycat! Xiao-Long did you have to wait, huh?" The answer Blake gave was cut off, as Ruby appeared.

"Goood mooornii- Jaune! Ohmigod, what are you doing here?" The pajama pants and the very loose shirt that had the Schnee emblem on it was clearly an indication that Ruby had decided to wear Weiss' clothing, Weiss nowhere in sight. There was a hint of breasts visible through the loose shirt, showing that Ruby hadn't opted for a bra today.

"Enjoying breakfast. Sort of. Being told to shower by Blake." Ruby looked at Blake, who looked right back.

"He just appeared." Summer coughed a little, as she was still being half-held by him, and he let her go.

"Remember the training runs that we did when you were younger, Ruby?" The look on her face was tender, motherly… a contrast to the look that she'd had last night, when she'd been moaning and desiring him. "His father asked me to take him through the course… make him a bit more manly." Ruby's face showed excitement.

"Does that mean that we're getting more Jaune around the house? That's GREAT! My male bestie and my female bestie!" Summer cleared her throat, giving her daughter a look that was strict. "What?"

"You're going to help him with some of the trees, Ruby. Yang and Blake have their little 'date' to go on tonight." The Faunus girl gave Summer a look that was definitely disagreeing with that terminology, even as Yang hugged her from behind.

"Yang! No! Let go! Let me go, Yang! Stop!" Hands were groping the Faunus girl's chest, as Yang rubbed, squeezed and gave a few pinches. Jaune averted his eyes after a moment, deciding to look at Summer.

"I guess I need a shower now, huh?" Summer smirked, before she looked at Ruby with a look, making a half-gesture with her hand that he didn't quite recognize, the girl looking a little put out.

"Please do. I'll tell Ruby about which trees need to be felled." It was obviously going to be a conversation about girl talk, or something like it. Seven sisters told him a lot about when girls needed to have words with each other, even if it was a mother that engaged in such a talk with her daughter.

As he opened the shower door, he felt the heat of the previous occupant left behind there, the wet confines of the shower showing the signs of Summer's quick shower. Hanging his jogging pants on the peg and then laying his towel out for the towelling off, he washed quickly, feeling the warmth seep into his muscles and clean him up. He was done in five minutes, stepping out into the cooler air and then towelling off, a soft sigh escaping his throat at the thought of being married to Summer.

Yang had teased about him being her new daddy, but he knew that it would likely never work out between him and Summer.

'She's nearly forty, she's had a life that's been shifted and moved, I'm not even eighteen yet…'

As he walked down the stairs, he caught sight of Weiss, blearily looking into the mirror. If he had still been ignorant, he might've greeted her, tried out some confident pick-up line… but now it didn't matter. She'd chosen Ruby, his best friend.

"Jaune!" Ruby's excited voice was enough to startle Weiss out of her thoughts, as she looked in Ruby's direction, then at him. She seemed to freeze up for an instant, never quite relaxing. 'A pretty girl… but not into me.'

It hurt. Ruby hadn't told him that she and Weiss were dating… and she'd kept him around, probably because she thought it would be 'just like always'. How Weiss could stomach him was a good question, even as he moved downstairs again. "So, let me just get you the chainsaw…"

The garage was still as he had seen it yesterday. Ruby rummaged around in a few boxes, pulling out a dust-covered chainsaw. "There! Looks a bit dusty, but still a-okay!" He looked at the car. "Say, do you get to ride in that one often?" He asked, as Ruby looked at the direction that he was pointing.

"That one? No, that's mom's special car. She says that it's only time to ride that if you're serious about someone or something. It's a car for real women, and no lily-livered birds are going to take a dump on it… eh, whatever that means. I wouldn't touch it, if I was you… She's very particular about it remaining in mint condition."

'I ate your mom out on the hood of that car, Ruby… I'm pretty sure that she's particular about the car for that… Hell, she gave me head in the passenger seat before that happened.'

"So…" He hefted the chainsaw, deciding to grab the bull by the horns, before it could wreck the china shop.

"You and Weiss, together. When did that happen, huh?" Ruby flushed a bright red colour, before paling rapidly, her eyes cast down. It was her standard 'I hate this' pose, one that he knew well from being scolded with her a few times.

"I didn't… I didn't mean to exclude you. You're my best guy friend, but Weiss…" The softness of her exhale was audible, as she looked up at him. "She makes me feel complete. You're… I'm sorry." She looked down, as she took a deep breath.

"You're my best friend and I don't want to exclude you. You're… Jaune." A snappy comeback died on his lips, as she looked up. "I don't want to, but Weiss wouldn't…" The sigh that came from his own mouth was enough.

He had wanted to shout at her for stabbing him in the back. It was July, not March. He wasn't Julius Ceasar but she'd shivved him in the side anyways… and she'd hid that little fact from him. "I see… So you can be with Weiss but you don't think that it's right to inform me that the girl I've been crushing on for a year is your girlfriend."

It came out a little snarkier than intended, even as he rubbed his forehead. "It's okay…" He said, as he saw her eyes tear up. He laid a hand on her shoulder. "This doesn't change a thing… I can… I can deal with it. Your mom is going to drill me every day of the week, or so I think… So you'll be seeing me pop up more."

Ruby smiled, one of those silly little smiles that her mother had given her by virtue of similar face. "If I'd have to like a boy, you'd be the best choice, Jaune." She said. He would have taken it as an incentive beforehand, but now… Now he felt a little different. "Hey… eh… Do you want to try to k-" The clearing of a throat behind Ruby was enough to startle her, Summer Rose standing there.

"I didn't tell you to go flirt with Jaune, Ruby. Off you go, he's got some other things to do before I'm sending him home." The redness of Ruby's cheeks was enough, as she turned her head to her mom, a whine from her loud and clear.

As he followed after Ruby, a hand grabbed his ass. "You're going to be helping me with my attic tonight. Some boxes need to be pulled out from there." Summer's voice spoke behind him, as her hand gave a firm grope to that ass.

"Don't work him too hard, mom. I need him to be my friend, not some sort of zombie… It's nice to see you willing to go work out with him, though." Ruby, walking ahead of him, didn't notice a thing, as Summer matched his step, her fingers brushing over his bum, letting her have a squeeze and fondle.

"But what if I'm planning some devious plan to turn him into your perfect boyfriend, huh? How about you just realize 'damn, this is the man who'll make me his wife'?" The tone in Summer's voice was oddly hopeful, even as Ruby's laughter, innocent and with less burden than before, came from her mouth.

"We just had a talk about me, Mom. He knows that I'm with Weiss, thanks to you." Summer made a huffy sound.

"My vanilla ice-cream was not intended for that purpose! You used half of it! When Yang made that Weiss cream joke, it was not intended as a how-to guide for your girlfriend!" There obviously had been something going on between Weiss and Ruby, going by Summer's words, the pitch of Summer's voice showing that she didn't find it AS horrible as she made it sound.

"These trees. Make sure that they don't hit anything important, and put them into chunks that can be put in the hearth." The woman smirked, as she tapped his nose. "Be quick about it and I'll have some cold lemonade for you. Ruby? Go and see whether your sister's available to lug the wood to the storage." Ruby was gone before Summer had even finished, leaving him to rev the chainsaw a little, looking at how the blades spun.

"Alright, time to get some work done." He muttered to himself, even as Summer smirked.

"That's the spirit, man-slave! Work for your glorious empress!" The thought of Summer as an empress wasn't wrong, even as he spotted Weiss looking out of the window, at him with a disdainful look on her face. It was no doubt something that would push a wedge between the two of them, yet he didn't find himself caring that much anymore.

As he cut the first tree into sections after toppling it towards the forest-side, he heard Yang approach, even as he got down to making smaller log sizes. "Guess you've got wood for me, eh?" Yang said, as she pulled along a small cart that'd been repurposed for the purpose of ferrying wood, if the woodchips that covered the bottom of the cart's space were an indication.

"Don't talk badly to your dad, Yang." He shot back at her, a teasing grin on Yang's face, as she started to load up the wood on the trolley.

"Bet you wish you could get with a hottie like Summer, right?" She teased, even as she started to load him up. "With a bit of work, you might be up to my standards. Weiss is just waiting for you, lover boy, she just needs to see you being able to work it…"

The words ran hollow, as he knew the truth. If Weiss indeed was a lesbian, it would be impossible for him to even get close to her. With the current wave of LGBTQ acceptance throughout the country, it wasn't even impossible for two women to get married. Terra and Saphron were married and happy, and they even had a little kid together.

"Yeah, and you're going to be my wingman." He said back, sarcastically. "Yang Xiao-Long, pussy eater supreme." His eyes went wide, as he realized that he'd just said that. Yang shook her head, sighing.

"Blake and me are close, yeah, but we're not… like, exclusive. I mean, you're one of the few guys available to mess around with, but Ruby's your friend and… yeah…" The indifferent shrug that she gave hurt more.

"Daddy tells you to shut up and work it, Yang." He grumbled at her, reminded of the fact that Yang had been one of the more active members of the society in school, as she punched his shoulder. It didn't even hurt that much, as she snorted.

"Dad said the same thing, but I'm still here and still fabulous, Arc-ey. We're not going to be your Bettie and Veronica." He continued, the roar of the engine of the chainsaw a welcome interruption, as he felled the trees, whilst Yang moved the cart. It was a tacit understanding that he gained, as Yang remained surface-level with her teasing and taunting, not like Ruby, who didn't seem to be able to assert herself.

"I'm sorry, Jaune… I mean, I don't want you to hurt, and… When mom interrupted, I was going to…" She didn't seem to want to say the words that were on her lips. It was 'I don't want to hurt you' and 'I kept it a secret so that you wouldn't hurt', and that hurt like a bitch.

It wasn't that she'd kept the secret. People dated who they wanted, and if someone didn't like you… well, they didn't like you. That was simple. She'd lied to him, told him that it'd be nice to stick around for Weiss… and she'd ignored him. She'd gone back on her friendship, just for a girl…

"We're leaving! See you later, Rube, Weissey, Mom! Don't abuse Jaune too much, he's too little of a real man for your raw womanly potential! I'll bring back Blake around eleven or so." He glanced at the other members that currently were situated around the living room table, as he wore a simple robe that'd been a bathrobe once upon a time, Weiss playing something on her phone, light music coming from the screen as she tapped madly with her finger, Ruby trying to distract herself by reading her girlfriend manga… or whatever it was.

Summer was at the kitchen sink, washing some dishes. "Have a good day, sweetheart! I'll be asleep when you're back, so don't worry!" It was a casual way of saying goodbye, but he didn't notice it much. Blake gave him a look that was half-torn between disgust and minor apathy, even as she followed after her girlfriend/partner.

"We should be heading out too, Miss Rose. Our movie starts at seven, so we are going for something light to eat." Weiss Schnee, ever so elegantly, said, as she looked at the mother of her girlfriend, then at him. She was expecting him to suggest that they'd go to the movies together, in some sort of hanger-on manner that would be barely considered appropriate, but he held his silence.

A fake sniffle came from Summer. "But my food! I will have to eat alone! Jaune! Stay for dinner!" The dramatic tone that she used was enough, as she leaned against the table, giving Ruby a look and a little twist of the head.

"You kids go and have fun, and I'll pick you up from the cinema at nine-ish, alright? I'll make do with this fine gentleman…" Summer's way of saying 'this fine gentleman' held an ironic twist to it, as she patted his head and leaned against him. Cinnamon-like scent invaded his nostrils, as her breasts laid against his neck.

"and bring him home after he's had his dessert. We're eating hot potatoes with cream, so it's going to be popping!" The little fist-pump that she did was to sell the performance, even as she nearly skipped back to the sink, pulling out a dish and then starting to polish it with a dishcloth.

"Joy…" The comment dripped with a lack of enthusiasm from Weiss, who looked at Ruby, whose expression was a little guilty. She smiled at him, even as she patted his shoulder.

"I'll see you tomorrow! Have fun with mom tomorrow morning!" Summer started to laugh, a hyena-like laughter that made her sound a little unhinged.

"He'll be cursing my name when he's done with tomorrow's schedule… Oh yes…" The shark-like grin on Summer Rose's beautiful face was enough, as her hand placed the dish onto the stack in the upper cupboard. "But he can clean the pool too! That's going to be the best idea yet, considering SOMEONE decided to throw a pack of baking mix into the pool!"

Ruby eeped, as Weiss flushed a little. "The cookies were baked! We just… eh, decided to wash it off, together?" Summer's lips were a thin line, as she rubbed her head. "Just… Get out, and call me when the movie is done, sweetheart. I'll make sure that Jaune gets home safe and sound."

As Weiss and Ruby left, he could feel the tension in the air, as Summer looked at the dishes, then at the door, the sound of the two girls moving being like a fading echo. "They don't mean to-"

"Don't say a word, Jaune." Summer's voice sounded a little tender, as she turned away. "She's still growing, she's still… sixteen. You're going to be an adult soon enough… Know how the world works." A sigh came from her lips as she shook her head. "Seriously, that girl takes after her father and mother so much that it's like watching a mini-me walk around, minus the whole baldness thing. Where's the chuckling evil dude when you need him, eh?"

"Still… You're doing a great job. She's a great girl." Summer smiled faintly, the sadness clearing away.

"Yeah… I better make those potatoes, eh? I've got to feed my little conscript in the art of becoming a man." There was a light sound in her breath, as her face showed clearly the stress that she felt. He got up, walking up to her and then wrapping his arms around her, to offer her support.

"Please…" She put her hands against his chest, trying to pull herself out of his embrace. She didn't put much force into the push, even as she looked up. "Just… please… please let me go." Her voice pleaded, yet he didn't feel like she needed to be let go.

After a minute, he let go of her, and she turned around. He was idly aware that she was emotional, even as he walked over to the pantry, pulling out the bag of potatoes and counting out several. "I'll get to washing these. Do we have sour cream?"

Summer didn't respond, having sat down. A look on her face, as morose as it could be, not the woman who'd cussed him out earlier during the time with his dad, or the woman who had been warm and friendly… but someone contemplative. She sighed very deeply, as she looked down at the table.

He made do with the ingredients, salting the food slightly, adding some spices to the mix. The small tub of sour cream that he'd found in the refrigerator was enough to work with, as he set the potatoes on the fire in the pot, letting them cook a little. 'That's done…'

He rubbed her shoulders, the woman still a little down, easing some of her stress. The muscles were tense, and he'd done it often enough for his sisters to know the spots where things were usually all tied up. "Tai…" She mumbled softly, as her head laid back, his hands on her shoulders, noticing who it was as she looked up. "No, Jaune…"

Her breathing quickened a little, as she looked at him. "Fuck…" Her eyes were a little hazy, red from the earlier moment of weariness and sadness, as she inhaled deeply. "The food needs to be cooked, doesn't it? Sorry, I zoned out for a bit." There was a soft sound she made, a half-sob, if he pegged it right.

"I've already put the potatoes on. Boil 'em till they're nice and edible and then dip them in cream." The smile on her lips was enough, as she got up from her seat, walking into the living room without saying anything. He continued with the cooking, glad in a way that he'd been able to remember the cooking lessons his sisters and he had been given by his mother.

"Jaune?" He smelled her over the smell of the spices from the spice rack, feeling a set of hands brush around his waist, as a smaller body pressed against his back, her arms wrapped around him. "Thank you."

It was a compliment for him, as she pressed her nose against his back, her hands brushing over his hips. "I was going to pop your cherry tonight, Jaune." The thrill of that announcement was something that filled him with anticipation, even as she sighed. "But I still haven't gotten condoms and I am not going to go back on pills… You should just go and…"

The angry sound in her voice was there, as she made a hissing sound. "Things were easy back in training. Not when you're in the shittiest hole in the desert and some asshole with a gun is trying to shoot you like it's the fair and you're going to be in deep shit when you stick your head out. Seriously, that one sucked balls. You could just go up to the cute guy and go 'let's crawl in a hole together', skip off to your bestie and ask her how good it felt being with the stud of the whole team." The anger in her voice was like a live viper.

"And here I am, thinking about the stuff, and not being the cool mom that you need." The look on her face was there, as she bit her lower lip, a thing that Ruby did as well. "I'm sorry, but… not today, okay?"

He could only give an understanding nod of his head. "It's… it's okay. Last night was pretty wonderful, and I've touched your breasts." A watery smile on her lips, as she shook her head.

"What I'm doing is wrong, but… But I don't want my daughters to end up like me. Tai's gone back to Raven, so…" He felt for the woman, as she turned away, seemingly trying to keep together for his sake as much as her own. He laid a hand on her shoulder, even as her lip quivered a little. "I'm a fucking mess. You should be balls-deep in some little twit like Weiss, not… Not helping a fuck-up like me. Sure, they gave me the little pins and the accolades for bravery and such when I decided to go and be a fucking hero, but it should've been me who'd…"

"You're here, and you're a wonderful mom to Ruby and Yang. Don't worry…" She smiled, even as the alarm rang, the sound of the potatoes being done, even as she sat down.

"Making me a meal and being a guiding light, eh? Guess there's a good chance of you becoming a good dad." The woman sighed, as she turned her head to the window, as he pulled out a few of the potatoes, having cut them into little wedges in order to cook them.

Spooning some sour cream into the plate, then adding some of the potato wedges and then spearing one and dipping it into the sour cream, he enjoyed the flavour. Summer's face had a bittersweet expression on it as she took a bite, the expression on her face showing.

"Hey, I've got a bit of a surprise for you for dessert." She smiled, eating slowly. He nodded his head. He'd had to grow up pretty quickly, what with being the only guy in a household full of girls. His father, blessed though he was with the fortitude of dealing with that many women, had imparted the wisdoms of life early on.

As he cleared the pot away, he nodded, an expression on his face that was hard to read, as Summer took him by the hand and guided him to the living room couch, sitting him down. "Back when I was deployed, there were a few opportunities." Her fingers grabbed his pants, pulling them down. He felt her breath tickle through his pubes.

"They didn't call me Summer the hummer for nothing, Jaune."

*Here be fellatio.*

"That's a good boy... I better tell Ruby some of the tricks... She'd need to use it to keep a good man like you." Her eyes were a little distant, even as her gaze slipped towards the clock.

"Time to get going, Jaune... It's nearly eight, and the girls will be around nine... Save your strength for tomorrow, buddy... Let's see whether we can put some hair on your chest... Oh, and do bring some swimwear. You'll be cleaning the pool."

There was a disappointment in him, even as she pulled his pants up for him, a feeling of that post-orgasm high, even as she flushed a little red, as if realizing that she'd probably be breaking every law on friend code and what-not.

The trip back in the SUV was quiet, even as Summer looked at the meters, mumbling to herself something about needing to get some more gas on the way back. As she put the car into the driveway in reverse, she took a deep breath.

"See you tomorrow, Private Arc. Four in the morning, stat." He grinned. "Don't you dare grin at your drill instructor, boy! That's another mile we're adding to your training tomorrow."

He passed by his mother on the way in, hearing the car start once more and Summer driving off, a soft sigh coming from his lips at the feeling that he got.

It wasn't always the best... But this summer was turning out better than the others.

"So... How was the work with Sergeant Rose, son?" His father asked, and he grinned.

"Hard but rewarding... But she's told me to get up at four, so I better get to it." The nod from his dad was all the acknowledgement that he needed. He was going to be an amazing member of society, he just knew it.

This summer was going to be great.


Yeah... I know a lot more about the Marines than I did before. Oo-rah. In this chapter, we've got some Yang, we've got some Ruby and we've had a lot of Summer... So yeah. No sex. Just some head. Build-up is important.

The moment I decided 'Let's make Summer Antics into something more than a one-shot', I was theorizing about how things worked in this universe. Summer Rose's backstory. Jaune's dad's backstory as an ex-Marine, and how he got his leg shot up in Texas (Religious cultists.). It was a reference to Waco, Texas too.

So here you have it! Chapter 2. Maybe chapter 3 soon too, provided inspiration strikes.