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Elijah’s Visit – Part One

October 20, 2008

Elijah’s Visit – Part One
By
Alex Hawk

I craned my neck, looking all around the baggage claim area. I was here at LAX to pick up my thirteen-year-old cousin, Elijah, who was coming to visit me during Summer Vacation. His parents were getting a divorce and I’d just finished my first year at UCLA. Somehow my parents decided this would be a good place for him to come and stay while things were sorted out.

Finally I spotted him. “Elijah!” I called out, walking towards him.

My cousin looked up. He was pretty cute, I guess. He was a little on the tall side for his age. Probably about 5′6 or so. Thin as hell. Brown hair, brown eyes. Nice facial structure. If he wasn’t my cousin, I would have pounced on him in an instant. Well, my cousin and only thirteen. Had he been a little older or not my cousin…

“Hey, Jake!” he said, waving at me. He came up and gave me a real good, tight hug.

“Hey, champ. How ya been?”

He shrugged. “I’m ok. I can’t find my luggage, though.”

“Let’s work together, here.”

We walked over to the carousel and checked all around. At first I was confident that we’d find them, but as time went on and nothing showed up, I started feeling less certain.

Then in a slightly embarrassed tone Elijah said, “Oh. Uh. Whoops.”

“Whoops?” I echoed. “What whoops?”

He pointed. “Wrong carousel.”

“Right.” I rolled my eyes and followed my cousin as we walked over to a different baggage carousel. He picked up a couple large duffel bags and one suitcase.

“Ok. Sorry, Jake.”

“It’s ok, Elijah. Let’s get out of here.”

We got out to the parking lot and into my Taurus. It wasn’t much of a car, but it got the job done. One of my friends had named it “Lex”. I couldn’t figure out why.

“So you happy to be out here?” I asked once we were on the freeway.

“Hell, yeah. California HAS to be better than Oklahoma.”

“I hear that. I’ve only been out there a few times and that place SUCKS ASS.”

“Word.”

We drove silently for a few more seconds and then I said, “Elijah?”

“Yeah?”

“Don’t say anything like that again.”

He stuck his tongue out at me.

My house wasn’t all that far from LAX. About forty-five minutes after we left the airport we were pulling into the parking lot of my apartment complex.

“Welcome to Le Maison de Me,” I said to Elijah once we were in my apartment.

He looked around. “Kinda small,” he said, doubtfully.

“Hey, look, it’s not the size that matters. It’s how much I pay in rent. And I pay a pretty hefty amount, so be happy with what you get.”

“Ok.” He looked around. “Where’s my bedroom?”

“You’re standing in it.”

Elijah looked puzzled. “This is the living room.”

“And you’ll be living in it.”

“What!”

“Look, I only have one bedroom, right, and one bed. Get the idea?”

“Oh, yeah. You’re gay, right? It’s ok. I don’t think you’ll do anything to me or anything like that.”

Rolling my eyes I said, “Yes, I am gay, and no, I wouldn’t do anything with you. But that has nothing to do with it.”

“Then what does?”

“I don’t know what you wear when you sleep, Elijah, but I can promise it’s more than I wear.” He got a vaguely ill look on his face and I continued. “I’m pretty sure you don’t want to share a bed with me when I’m naked. Besides, it just wouldn’t be appropriate.”

“Oh. So I have to sleep on the couch?”

“Yeah, well. I know it isn’t much, but it’s what I have.”

Elijah sighed. “Alright. I guess I can’t be too picky.”

“No, you can’t.”

“Ok.”

I helped Elijah unpack and get everything settled. Afterwords I ordered up a pizza and we spent the rest of the day watching DVDs and chatting with each other before bedtime.

The first couple days of Elijah’s visit went fairly well. He spent a lot of time down at the pool, splashing around like an idiot and having a good time. It was nice to see him relaxing.

On the fourth day of Elijah’s stay I had to go out and do some shopping. I offered to take him along, but he said he wanted to just hang around the apartment. I figured some time for him to be by himself would be a good idea, so I headed out to Vons.

I took my time shopping. I loved to cook, and I wanted to make something really nice for dinner tonight. I settled on some swordfish steaks (which had been marked down), some light garlic noodles, fresh green beans and chocolate pudding for desert. Tasty!

When I got home, I unlocked the door and stepped inside, getting as far as saying, “Elijah, I’m-” before I saw him scrambling for the remote control and looking as though he was trying to pull up his pants. I caught an image of naked flesh against naked flesh on the tv screen just before it clicked off.

“Ah! Hi, Jake!” he said, bouncing up to his feet. His face was a bright crimson. “Uhm… I didn’t expect you to be home yet.”

“No, really?” I closed the door and started unpacking the groceries. After a bit I said, “I didn’t know you brought a porno tape with you.”

“Uh… I didn’t…”

“I see.” I sighed. “So if I should go to my bedroom and look at my video collection that, it turns out, wasn’t so cleverly hidden under the bed, what will I find?”

“Uhm… a small gap?”

“Ah.” Once everything was put away I went over and sat on the couch next to Elijah. “Ok, let’s establish a quick new rule here. You stay out of Cousin Jake’s room when he’s not home and he doesn’t put you in a feather boa and take you out to earn your keep, ok?”

“I’m sorry,” he said, hanging his head and looking guilty. “I just haven’t ever seen a porno before, that’s all.”

“Well, I guess it’s not that bad.” I picked up the tape case. “‘Manuel’? You know this is a gay porno, right?”

“Well, I didn’t know that at the time! I only had it on for a few minutes. Besides, there’s a shot of a girl sucking on that guy there, see?” he said, pointing to one of the pictures on the back.

“So it does. And there IS a straight porn movie on the tape as well. But you have to go through the whole film to get to it.”

“Oh.” Elijah looked up at me with his big brown eyes. “So you’re not mad at me or anything?”

“Well, I am, but not that much. I’ll get over it. Look, if you want to watch porn and masturbate in here, that’s fine.” This made him blush again. “Just make sure that next time you, I don’t know, do it when I’m sleeping or when you know I’ll be gone for a really long time. Like try to find out how long I’ll be gone, ok?”

“Ok. I’m kinda surprised you’re not chewing me out for this.”

I shrugged. “I’m the one who owns the porn tapes. What do you think *I* keep them around for?”

Elijah grinned. “Yeah. I guess I just didn’t think about you doing that, too.” Looking over at the tv he said, “So… do you mind if I watch the rest of it?”

“Right now?”

“Well, yeah.”

A naughty little thought crept into my mind. If nothing else, this would be decent punishment for him creeping around in my bedroom. “Alright. But! I watch it with you and we watch it from the beginning, ok?”

“Uhm… Ok. I guess that’s alright.”

“Either that or no porno.”

“Oh, ok. But do we HAVE to watch the gay parts?”

“It IS kind of a punishment for you, you know. That’s for sneaking into my room. However, I’ll be nice. We watch the first gay scene and then I’ll show you the straight part, ok?”

“Ok.”

I got the tape queued up and pressed play. Soon there was, up on the screen, two very underage looking boys making out with each other.

“How can you like stuff like this?” Elijah asked after a bit.

“Oh, it’s pretty easy when you’re gay.”

“Yeah, but, ok, I mean, like, how can you be gay? How can you, you know, like guys that way?” He wrinkled his nose.

“Oh, it’s pretty easy when you’re gay.”

Elijah laughed. “Yeah, yeah. But I mean, like, how did you know you were gay? I mean, have you ever fucked a girl or anything?”

“Yeah, I have. A few times. It’s fun and all, but it doesn’t really do anything for me. I’d rather just masturbate, basically.”

“Oh.”

“As for how I knew I was gay…” I shrugged. “I just knew. All my life I knew I was a little different from everyone else, and when I hit puberty I started getting hardons in the locker room all the time. THAT wasn’t much fun. But there was one other boy who also got hard and he and me spent time talking and pretty soon we… well, you know.” I smiled at the memories. “Anyhow, it just seemed really right to me. I tried it with a girl when I was sixteen, just to see what it was like and it just wasn’t as much fun.”

“Oh.” We turned our attention back to the movie. Now the boys were getting naked and one of them was sucking off the other.

“I haven’t had any sex at all yet,” said Elijah.

“You will eventually. It’s a fun thing, that’s for sure.”

“I wish I could do it now.”

“I wished that a lot when I was your age, believe me. Hell, I wish I had a guy over here right now that I could do it with.”

Elijah wrinkled his nose again. “Here?”

“Well, not right HERE, no. We’d do it in my bedroom. I wouldn’t want to gross you out TOO much by letting you see it.”

Silence returned to the room as we watched the movie. “Who’s that older guy?” Elijah asked.

“I THINK that’s the father of Manuel. I’m not sure. I don’t understand German.”

“Oh, that’s what they’re talking in? I was wondering.”

“Yeah.”

The movie kept cutting between the man trying to find the boy, and the two boys getting it on. Finally it got to my favorite part in the film where one boy was fucking the other.

“God, gay guys really DO that? I thought it was just made up.”

“Yes, they really do that.”

“Doesn’t it hurt or anything?”

I shrugged. “Yeah, it can. But if you’re with the right person it can be just the most incredible thing you’d ever imagined.”

“Oh. I guess it does look like they’re having fun.”

“They are.”

“How old are they?” he asked suddenly.

“How old do you guess?”

“I don’t know. Maybe fifteen or sixteen or something?”

“Well, according to the box, everyone in the movie is eighteen or older. As long as they can prove it, I’m happy.”

“Oh, ok.”

Eventually the scene ended. I reached for the remote and said, “I’ll skip it up to the straight scene.”

“Well, wait.”

A little surprised I looked over at Elijah. “Yeah?”

“Well, I was just gonna say that if you want, you can just let it keep playing. I mean, it’s your house and you shouldn’t have to skip it all just for me.”

“Alright.” I sat back and let it play, my mind circling around. Well, just WHAT was little Elijah thinking? I snuck a quick look at my cousin’s crotch and was pretty sure I saw a little bulge there. I played back the course of the conversation with him. Was he maybe gay? Or thinking he might be? I know most guys were pretty confused at the age of thirteen, and it could just be that he was really curious. Maybe that’s all there was too it. God help me if it was anything else. The last thing I’d need would be the Oklahoma side of the family talking about how I’d made my cousin gay.

“So the boy is running away from home and trying to find his boyfriend? Is that what’s going on?” Elijah asked.

Dear god, he’s analyzing the plot. “Well, like I said before, I don’t speak German, but I THINK that’s what’s happening, yes.”

“That’s cool. Is there, like, more sex and stuff?”

“Oh, yes.”

“Ok.”

The movie continued to roll, showing off many, many more pretty boys having sex with each other. The scene where a girl turned up and gave one of the boys a short blowjob barely drew even a small amount of comment from Elijah.

Finally the movie came to an end. Elijah said, “That was a pretty cool movie!”

“You liked it?”

Elijah tried to recover his cool. “Well, yeah. I guess. I mean, I haven’t seen anything like it before.”

“Well, now we can watch the straight movie,” I said, suppressing a sigh. I really, really wanted to jerk off, and watching another hour of movie without being able to was really going to suck.

If I’d thought Elijah was into the last movie, nothing prepared me for how riveted to the screen he was as the straight film started playing, especially once one of the boys started to fuck the girl.

“Damn, he’s lucky!” Elijah said, the bulge in his pants now clearly visible.

“Yeah. See that one there?” I asked, pointing to one of the boys.

“Yeah?”

“I’m pretty sure this is the first time he’s ever fucked a girl. Just wait until you see him get going with her.”

“Really? Ok.” He sat back and somewhat rubbed at his crotch. Grinning shyly at me he said, “I wish you weren’t here, Jake.”

“Oh? Why?” I asked, sounding innocent.

“So that, you know, I could, like, you know… jerk off…” The last part was mumbled.

I laughed. “I was just thinking much the same thing.”

“Oh…” Very shyly now he kept his eyes on the tv and mumbled, “Well… we could just do that… you know… while we watch the movie?”

“You mean masturbate together while we watch a porno film?” I asked, staring right at him.

I was amazed. I never knew any boy could turn that bright of a red color. “Uh… yeah, I guess. I mean, if you don’t mind. I mean, like, I don’t want to do anything gay, but I really like this movie, you know? And I wanna jerk off and you wanna jerk off and so, you know…”

“Sure, if you want. Just don’t ever tell anyone, ok?” My earlier thoughts about how young he was and how much of my cousin he was were starting to recede somewhat.

“I won’t!”

Knowing that I would probably have to go first, I unzipped my pants and pulled out my penis. It wasn’t huge. Only a little more than six inches. I liked it, though.

“You got a pretty big dick,” Elijah said, looking down at me.

“Thanks.” I began slowly masturbating and said to Elijah, “You gonna take yours out, too?”

“Ok.” Looking even more shy than before, Elijah pulled down his shorts and underwear, exposing his thirteen-year-old virgin penis. It looked to be about four inches or so, and he didn’t have very much hair yet, though he did have some. “How does mine look?” he asked quietly.

“You have a very nice penis, Elijah. You’ll make a girl very happy with that some day.”

“It’s not as big as yours, though.” He kept staring at my penis as he started stroking his own. “I’ve never seen another guy with a hard dick before,” he added.

“Yours will get bigger, don’t worry. You’re only thirteen now,” I said, as much of a reminder to myself as anything else.

“You really think it’s nice?”

“Yeah, sure. The first girl to get that inside her will be one damn lucky chick.”

“Cool,” Elijah said with a little smile. He looked at the screen where the boy I’d mentioned earlier was about to lose his virginity. “That’s damn sweet,” he said as the boy entered the girl.

“Yeah, it is! Makes me wish I was her.”

Elijah laughed a little and then very abruptly said, “Can I touch your dick?”

I blinked. “What?”

Elijah blushed. “Nevermind…”

“No, wait. You wanna touch me?”

“Well… I mean, I’m not gay or anything, but I’m just, you know, curious. I wanna see what it’s like to, like, touch another guy. That’s all.”

Sighing a little I said, “Look, Elijah. You’re only thirteen and you’re my cousin. I shouldn’t even be jerking off with you, much less let you touch me.”

“Well, it’s not like I’m going to tell anyone.”

“Yeah, but it would still be wrong,” I said, trying to convince myself.

“Why?”

“Because you’re thirteen and my cousin.”

“So?”

“So… so it’s wrong.” I really was having a tough time believing this, mind you. I mean, I wasn’t into young boys, but Elijah was pretty cute, and he was just asking to touch. Not THAT big of a deal, right?

“Look, I just wanna touch it. That’s all. If you don’t want me to, that’s ok. I just wanted to see what it feels like, that’s all.”

“Alright, you can. Just don’t ever tell anyone, ok?”

“I won’t!”

“Ok.” I let go of my penis for the most part, just wrapping my thumb and forefinger around the base to hold it up.

Eric licked his lips and then reached over, brushing the tips of his fingers along the shaft and then wrapping his hand around it. He held his hand motionless for a few seconds and then gave my penis a couple gentle tugs.

“Wow… is mine going to get this big?”

“Eventually.”

“Good.” He kept stroking me. “This is kinda cool.”

“What, playing with my dick?”

Elijah blushed. “Well, yeah.”

“So, what, are you just going to keep doing it?” I hoped he would.

“Do you mind?”

“No.”

I sat there looking at straight porn while being masturbated by my thirteen-year-old, allegedly straight, male cousin. It was a strange situation to be sure, but I wasn’t really minding it too much. Looking down I saw Elijah’s penis sticking up between his legs, being neglected.

“Can I touch yours, too, Elijah?”

“Oh, please, god, yes,” he whispered.

I put my hand around my younger cousin’s small penis. His skin was so smooth. It wasn’t nearly as big of an erection as what I was used to, but I really liked it.

“Oh, that feels so nice…”

“Glad you like it,” I said with a little chuckle, getting up a good rhythm on Elijah’s penis.

We continued to masturbate each other while we watched the porn up on the TV screen. I’d never been in a situation quite like this before, and I wasn’t sure how to handle it. I’d never really had any younger boys coming onto me, though I knew that it happened with some of my other friends. Most of them went for it. Now I was starting to understand why.

Suddenly Elijah’s body tensed up. He moaned and lifted his butt off the couch as his erection started spurting. Several sharp blasts of sperm landed all over his shirt and my hand. I slowed down my movements and then stopped them entirely as the last of his cum oozed out the tip of his penis.

“Oh, god, Jake… oh, that was wonderful…”

“I’m glad you liked it,” I said, feeling a little strange inside. I reached down to my own penis to put it away.

“No, wait. I gotta get you off, too.” Elijah started masturbating me a little faster.

“No, you don’t have to, Elijah.”

“But I want to. You made me cum and I wanna make you cum.”

“Ok,” I said, giving in. “If you wanna make me cum, go ahead.”

“Alright.”

I leaned my head back and closed my eyes, enjoying the feelings, but still feeling a little strange about the fact that this was basically child molestation. It was certainly getting me off, though. The boy was good at what he was doing. Well, I know that at that age, I had a lot of practice.

In fact it wasn’t more than about three minutes after Elijah really started jerking me that I said to him, “Hey, I’m gonna cum soon.”

“You are?” Elijah perked up. “Cool!” He started stroking me faster and faster.

I let out a cross between a whimper and a moan, and my sperm shot out of my penis all over my upper body. It wasn’t the best orgasm I’d ever had, but it certainly was far from the worst.

“Did I do it ok?” Elijah asked, still holding onto my penis.

“Yeah.” I grinned at my little cousin. “Yeah, you did just fine. Let go, though, so that I can go get cleaned up.”

“Oh, ok.” Elijah released me. I walked into the kitchen and came back with a couple paper towels. One I used on me, the other I gave to Elijah who cleaned up his own penis.

“That was fun,” he said.

“Yeah.” I sat down next to him. “You know, right, that you can’t ever tell anyone about this.”

“I know.”

“I mean it, Elijah,” I said in a stern tone. “I can get sent to jail for this.”

“Oh.” Now he looked a little scared. “I’m sorry, Jake. I don’t want you to get into trouble!”

“Don’t worry, I won’t. Just as long as you don’t tell anyone.”

“Ok. Why is it against the law, though?”

I shrugged. “Because people think kids and adults shouldn’t do anything sexual together.”

“Why?”

“I’m not really sure. It probably has to do with religion. Most things that sounds stupid usually do.”

“Oh.”

“So on another note… why did you want to do what we just did?”

Elijah sighed. “I don’t know. I think…” He shut his mouth and looked embarrassed.

“You think you might be gay?” I said softly.

“Yeah…”

“Why do you think this?”

“Well, in the locker room sometimes I get… you know… hard.”

“Lots of boys do. That’s not a big deal. You’re thirteen, it happens.”

“Yeah, but I only do it when I’m looking at a couple of the other guys in my class. No one else, just them. And at night when I’m at home in bed and I’m… jerking off…” Elijah blushed a little. “I think about them and stuff.”

“Like think about them how?”

“Like naked and us jerking each other and kissing and stuff. You know. Gay things.”

“Yeah, I know a little bit about that,” I said with a laugh. “Do you think about girls at all?”

Elijah shrugged. “Not really.”

“Well…” I sat back and stopped the tape, hitting the rewind button. “It sounds like you might actually be gay, yes.”

“Oh.” He almost looked like he might cry. “I don’t want to be gay,” he said in a small voice.

“No one does, really.” I put an arm around his shoulders. “But it’s ok. Don’t ever let anyone make you feel bad about it. I mean, hey, I’m gay and I’ve turned out ok.”

“Yeah… yeah, I guess so.” He smiled up at me. “You give good handjobs, too.”

I laughed. “Yeah, well. Remember, that has to be our secret.”

“I know.” My cousin looked shy. “Can we do it again soon?”

I laughed again. “We’ll see what we can do.”

* * *

The next week was… stressful. Weird. Every day I’d come home from work and find Elijah waiting for me. We’d watch a porno and masturbate each other to orgasm. We never did anything else with each other, just masturbating, though Elijah kept pressuring me to do more stuff. I still wasn’t comfortable with what we were already doing, though, and the idea of taking it further was really weird to me.

Further, Elijah seemed to be deciding more and more that he was gay. We didn’t even bother to watch straight or bi pornos and more. It was just gay ones.

By the end of the week I was sitting around talking with one of my friends. His name was Michael and unlike me, he was thoroughly into young boys.

“So let me get this straight, as it were,” he said to me over coffee. “You have a thirteen-year-old boy who might be gay and is throwing himself at you?”

“Yeah.”

“Damn. You gonna do him?”

I rolled my eyes. “Michael, unlike you I’m not the Poster Boy for sex offender registration laws.”

He stuck his tongue out at me. “Fine, send him my way. I’ll give the boy a great education.”

“I bet.”

“Seriously, Jake. The boy wants to have sex with you. Why don’t you just do it?”

“Because it’s illegal.”

“And?”

“Immoral.”

“And?”

I sighed. “That’s all I got.”

Michael raised up one finger. “First point, you smoke pot. That’s illegal.”

“True.”

“Second point,” he said, holding up another finger, this time the middle one. “You have sex with other guys. That’s immoral according to some and, until recently, illegal in some places in the USA.”

“True again,” I conceded.

“So… since the boy needs to learn how to have sex with a guy at some point, why not learn from his older cousin who he loves?”

“You know, you’re not helping at all.”

“I am helping. I’m helping you to do something you really want to do but don’t actually have the guts to do without me helping. I mean, you wouldn’t even be talking to me unless you’d already decided you wanted to sleep with the boy. You just need my affirmation.”

I glared at Michael. “You know, I really hate you sometimes.”

“I know!” he said cheerfully. Then a little more seriously, “Look. Sex in of itself isn’t a bad thing. Sex between adults and teens is not in of itself a bad thing. It’s only bad when there’s a huge power imbalance and that power is used to get the powerless person into bed. Like with teachers and students. In your case, your cousin wants to have sex with you. You aren’t forcing him to. He wants to. You have power over him, yes, but only for a few months and you’re not using that power to get him into bed. Ultimately, it’s just sex.”

I drank down a little more coffee. “You should write copy for NAMBLA.”

Michael laughed. “You know, I’ve had sex with about twelve underage boys over the years, from twelve to sixteen-years-old. Not one of them complained. They all had orgasms. They all had a good time. So have sex with Elijah. He’ll enjoy it. You’ll enjoy it. And you’ll be more like me!”

“You know, just because I sleep with one underage boy doesn’t mean I’m going to turn into another you.”

“Maybe not,” he conceded. “But at least you’ll understand me a little more.”

“Maybe.” I finished off my coffee. “Ok, so if I go for it, how do I do it?”

“Pretty easy. Next time you’re ready to go to bed, make a point of letting Elijah know that he’s welcome to join you. Tell him there’s a dress code, though. No one shares your bed without being naked. He doesn’t have to join you, he can if he wants to, blah, blah, blah. If he gets into bed with you, you’ve got him. If not, then the next time he’s bugging you, you can tell him he’s had his chance.”

I considered this idea. “Huh… well… I don’t know. I’ll have to think about it.”

Michael polished off his coffee and looked at his watch. Standing up he said, “You do that. I gotta get back to work.”

“You know, right, that it’s incredibly sick that you work in the Children’s Section of the library, right?”

“Tcha,” he said, waving his hand dismissively. “All those kids are too young.” He started walking away and paused. Looking over his shoulder at me he said, “Though some of them have awfully cute older siblings. See ya!”

I rolled my eyes and sat back in my chair, thinking about everything Michael had said and trying to decide what to do.

END PART ONE

Copyright 2004 by Alex Hawk. No special joke this time. Why bother?

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Fit to be Thaied

October 21, 2008

Fit to be Thaied
By
Alex Hawk

My twelve-year-old son, Taran, and I walked through the streets of Bangkok. I’d been here many times before, doing work for my company, but this was the first time I’d visited for pleasure. I’d brought Taran along as a somewhat late birthday present. His birthday had been two weeks ago.

Taran was the product of a one night incestual affair with my sister when I was fourteen and she was thirteen. Our parents had been away for the night and we got into the liquor supply. Next thing I knew, we were both fumbling around on my bed eventually managing to lose our virginities to each other. My memories were somewhat fogged, but I knew we fucked at least three times that night. We woke up the next morning, still in my bed, buck naked and holding onto one another.

Nine months later, Taran was born. Our parents freaked out when they found out my sister was pregnant, and they really went nuts when they found out I was the father. There really wasn’t much they could do, but they did insist that if she was going to have the baby, we were both going to take care of it.

This worked up until my sister was seventeen when she was killed in a car crash. Then I was stuck raising Taran by myself, albeit with some significant levels of help from my parents.

Being a father at fourteen was tough, especially when your son was also your nephew. Being a single father at eighteen was tougher still, but I managed. Now I was twenty-six, had a decent job with a fairly large company, an MBA, a large expense account and a son I loved dearly.

“So what do you think?” I asked Taran as we walked around. We’d gotten in a few hours ago, but we’d decided to get some sleep before wandering around. Now it was pretty late at night, the air was cooling down and the people were thronging all over the place.

“It’s pretty cool, Dad. Smells kinda weird, though.”

I laughed. “Welcome to Thailand.”

We walked past a whole series of stores, street vendors, restaurants, everything you could imagine. This “everything” included a small group of girls, probably fourteen, maybe fifteen years old. When they saw us walk past they all pulled open their shirts just enough to expose their developing young breasts and rattled off a series of offers.

I looked at Taran’s face out of the corner of my eye. His own eyes were wide and staring as he looked at the girls. One of them said something to another one and all of them giggled. Taran blushed a little and we kept walking.

“So… like I said, welcome to Thailand.” I laughed a little.

Taran laughed in turn. “Yeah. Wow. Does that happen a lot? With those girls?”

“Yeah. People are pretty open about sex stuff around here.”

“Oh.”

We made our way back to the hotel, talking about all sorts of things, but saving the biggest thing for once we were at the hotel.

“So what did you think about those girls?” I asked as once we were back in the hotel room.

“They were really cute.”

“Are you into girls yet?”

Taran blushed again. “Yeah, kinda.”

“You know what they were, right?”

He nodded. “I think so. They… like, guys pay to… you know…”

“Right. Prostitutes.”

“People really pay for that?”

“Yes, some do.”

“Why?”

“Cause sex feels really good.”

“So good that people will pay for it?”

“Absolutely.”

“Wow…” I thought I could see a small bulge in my son’s pants.

“Yeah. People get pretty desperate for sex. They’ll do some stupid things to get laid.”

“Like with you and Mom?”

That brought me up short. “Uh… yeah, like that.” I’d always been really upfront with Taran about who his mother was, as well as all matters sexual. I’d taught him how to masturbate a few months ago and even let him watch me fuck a woman once to show him how people did it.

“Ok.”

I turned on the tv and Taran and I sat there on our separate beds, watching MTV. Taran was singing along, or at least trying to. Me, I was thinking about our conversation.

It was pretty obvious that Taran was starting to get very interested in girls. I wondered how long it would be before he actively tried to get laid? I wondered if he’d start doing something stupid like I did. I mean, he didn’t have a sister to fuck, but still.

Abruptly I sat up. I said to my son, “Go ahead and take a shower. I’m going out for a bit. When I get back, maybe we’ll watch a porno. Jerk off a little.”

“Really?!” Taran perked up. “Cool! Ok!”

I left the hotel and flagged down a cab. I gave the driver an address, eliciting a knowing look from him.

“Just drive,” I suggested, tossing him a few extra bhats.

The driver drove. He took a scenic route. I didn’t much care. I had a plan in mind.

When we go to the destination, I got out. I tipped the driver with some dollars to keep him waiting and promised more when we got back to the hotel. He nodded. I took a deep breath and went into the fairly nondescript building.

Inside I had to pass by a couple of “receptionists” before I made it into the main room. I told them who I was and who I was there to see, making sure the video camera in the corner got a good look at my face.

Once I got into the main room my eyes were treated to the sight of about twenty naked boys and girls, most of them probably ten to fifteen years of age. Most of them were partnered up, having various different kinds of sex while various men, and even one woman, watched, occasionally joining in. I largely ignored this and walked instead through a small hallway and into a little officey kind of room.

About three minutes later a man walked in. I never knew his real name. He wanted everyone to call him John. He shook hands with me.

“Mister Smith! Good to see you. Welcome back.”

“Nice to be back, John.” He called everyone Mister Smith. Safer that way.

“What you want today? You want boy? You want girl? You want both? I got one kid now who got both dick and pussy. You want that one?”

Most times when I’d come here I’d rented a girl, usually around thirteen or fourteen years old. A couple times I’d rented boys. John was known throughout Bangkok for having clean kids. Given how much HIV and other, only slightly less nasty, diseases there were, having access to safe and clean kid-whores was a good plus.

“I’m here for a girl. But I want a special girl, because it’s for a special occasion.”

“Oh? What you need her for?”

“Well, I’m here in Bangkok on pleasure instead of business this time. I brought my son with me. He’s turned twelve recently and I thought I’d get him a girl for a birthday present.”

“Oh! So you need really special girl! I got one. She good for you I think. Very special.”

“How special?”

“She my daughter.”

I raised an eyebrow. “Oh, really?”

“Yeah! She not even have first period yet. She twelve, just like your boy. But she not virgin like him. I just got done training her last week. She good and tight still. She not even gone out on floor yet. Only been with me and my sons. We train her good. You like her!” John grinned widely.

I knew John trained all the girls himself, at least the ones who weren’t already experienced, and I knew he had a couple teenage sons who helped out. I hadn’t known that he had a daughter or that he had made her into one of his “employees”.

“Sounds possibly good. Can I meet her?”

“Sure! Anything for you, you my number one client!” John leaned out into the hallway and barked out a few words in Thai. A minute or so later out came a very pretty girl. She was naked, like all the kids here. Her breasts were pretty small still, but not bad. She didn’t have any pubic hair, but that meant nothing. John had all the kids shave.

“This Mary. Mary, say hi.”

“Hi,” she said and giggled a little.

“Hello.” I looked at John. “How much?”

“For you, special price cause you good man.” He named a figure.

I laughed. “Nice talking with you, John. See you next time I’m in town.” I made no move for the door. It was about ten times higher than an average kid would be, but I figured we could negotiate. We’d done it before.

“But she real good, Mister Smith! She real tight! You like her, trust me!”

“Not at that price, I won’t. I wouldn’t pay that much for a virgin.”

John waved a hand and swore in Thai. “Virgin? Virgin don’t know nothing. Mary good. She trained up. You like her. Your boy like her.”

I looked the girl over, feeling slightly guilty about the fact that I was basically negotiating for her right in front of her. I smiled and reached out to caress one of her small breasts. “Ok, how about this?” I named a price half what he asked for.

“What?! You insult me! You insult daughter! You bad man, leave now!” But he made no move to chase me away. “Since you special man, I give you new price.” He named a new, lower price.

“I don’t know. Maybe I can go up a little.” I named a slightly higher price.

“Still no good. She nice. She tight. You stick dick in, you see.”

Now THAT was an unusual offer. He’d never let me have a free sample before. “Hmmm…”

“I tell you what. You stick dick in. You no like, I get you normal girl at normal price. You like, you pay my last price.”

“Ah… I knew there was a trap.”

John smiled. “So you want try?”

I thought for maybe half a second. “Sure. I’ll try her out.”

John said something in Thai to his daughter. She walked over to his desk and bent over.

“Go stick dick in. Not long! For just a bit. Then you see.”

My penis had gotten hard when I first walked into the building. It had stayed more or less hard the entire time. Now it throbbed. I unzipped, pulled my erection out of my boxers and walked up behind the girl. Reaching out a finger, I ran it along the lips of her vagina. She was nice and wet already, I was happy to see.

I spit into my hand and lubed up myself as best as I could. That done, I lined up behind the little girl and pushed forward. It took some doing. She was indeed very, VERY tight. This would, if nothing else, be quite good for Taran, given that he didn’t have a full sized penis yet.

After some real effort, I finally bottomed out inside her, every inch of my twenty-six-year-old penis buried to the hilt inside this little girl’s tight, hairless twelve-year-old vagina.

“Whooo… very nice indeed,” I admitted, surprised that I’d gotten all the way inside her.

“See? I told you she good.”

“Yeah…” I gave the girl a couple experimental thrusts. She was certainly quite nice inside. She even let out a little moan of pleasure. I wasn’t sure if it was fake, but I didn’t much care.

“You gonna keep fucking her, you gotta pay,” John pointed out.

I sighed. “Alright, you win.” Keeping my penis inside Mary’s preteen vagina, I pulled out my wallet from the pocket of my pants and counted off some money. Handing it to John, I said, “There you go.”

“Thanks!” He counted the money and then pocketed it. “Now you gonna have your son fuck my daughter. We family now.”

“Yeah, right!” I said with a laugh.

“I leave now. You fuck her good.”

“Ok.”

Once John was gone, I said to Mary, “You wanna lay on your back?”

“Ok, Mister Smith,” she said.

“You can call me Jared,” I said as I pulled out of her.

Mary turned over and laid on her father’s desk. “Ok, Mister Jared.”

I laughed. “That’ll do.” I lined myself up again and pushed my penis back into her tight young vagina.

“You got good dick,” she said, a little out of breath.

“Thanks,” I whispered, starting to fuck the girl faster.

“Your dick better than… my dad… or brothers…”

“Good,” I said, grinning.

I knew I probably wouldn’t last too much longer as I fucked her. The girl was really tight and felt really amazing inside. I’d only fucked one twelve-year-old before and she hadn’t been nearly as good as Mary! With that thought, my penis kicked within her vagina and my sperm shot deep into her in several sharp blasts.

Once I was done cumming, I got my breath back and slowly slid out of her. “You’re a really good fuck,” I said, leaning down to kiss her briefly.

“Thanks! You good, too!” She sat up, a little bit of my sperm leaking out of her vagina. “You gonna fuck me lots tonight?”

I shook my head as I did up my pants. “No. You’re a present for my son. He just turned twelve a couple weeks ago and he’s still a virgin.”

Mary brightened up. “Yeah? I get your virgin boy? That sound fun!”

“I think you’ll both like it.” I kissed her again and said, “Go get cleaned up and ready to go. I’ll meet you out front.”

“Ok, Mister Jared!” She flounced off and I worked my way to the front of the building.

I didn’t have to wait outside for too long before Mary came out, dressed in your basic Japanese schoolgirl outfit. I rolled my eyes a little, but held open the door of the cab for her.

“Thanks, Mister Jared!” she said, getting in.

“You’re welcome.” To the driver I said, “Back to the hotel, please.”

He nodded and began driving, shooting me knowing looks through the rear view mirror.

The cab ride passed largely in silence. I was thinking about what was about to happen to Taran and how lucky he was that he was going to lose his virginity at twelve. I also thought how nice it had been to fuck Mary and how much I wanted to screw her again at least a couple more times. Maybe Taran and I could tag-team her.

Once we go to the hotel, we went upstairs, pausing outside of the room.

“Right. Now I’m going to go in there and make sure Taran is ready. When I say, you come into the room, get naked and get onto the bed with him, ok?”

“Ok, Mister Jared!”

I grinned. She was so cutely enthusiastic! Taran would be lucky indeed to lose his virginity to her.

I opened up the door and walked inside. My son was laying on his bed, watching tv and wearing only a bathrobe.

“Hey, Dad.”

“Hello, Taran.” I was grinning ear-to-ear as I looked at my young son. “I have a special surprise for you.”

“Oh?” He sat up a little. “What kind of surprise?”

Silently I opened up the door, revealing Mary. She smiled at Taran, walked rather sexily into the room, purred, “Hello, Taran,” and began to undress. Once Mary was completely naked, she walked over to Taran’s bed and sat down next to him, smiling widely.

Taran’s eyes swung from the naked girl to me and back again. “Dad? What the hell is going on?”

I sat down on my bed, watching as Mary cuddled up next to my young son. “Well, I’ve decided to get you a late birthday present.”

“Her?!” Taran said, just staring at Mary’s naked body.

“You relax, Taran. I take good care of you,” Mary said, reaching down to run one of her hands up the inside of his thigh.

Taran twitched a little and sat up a bit. “Uh…” He looked at me with uncertainty in his eyes.

“Look, Taran. You wanna get laid, right? You wanna know what sex is like?”

“Yeah.”

“Well, here’s your chance.”

Mary had worked her hand further up into Taran’s robe. I saw the look on his face change abruptly as she took hold of his virgin penis. “You got nice one. I can’t wait to get it in me,” she said, smiling sweetly at Taran.

“Dad?” Taran squeaked.

“It’s ok, Taran,” I said. “Just relax and let Mary do all the work. You’ll be happy. Trust me.”

“Well… alright, if you say it’s ok.” He swallowed a little and looked at Mary. “So… what do I do?”

“First you take off robe,” she said, tugging at the fabric.

Taran shrugged out of his bathrobe, leaving him gloriously naked. My son had a really nice body. His penis wasn’t very big yet and he didn’t have more than maybe a strand or two of hair yet, but still. Mary would certainly be lucky to have him in her and vice versa.

Once Taran was naked, Mary ran her hands down his young body.

“You look good, Taran. You got nice body,” she said with a sweet smile.

“Thanks… you, too…”

When her hands reached my son’s penis, Mary took it in one hand, stroking it slowly. Then she opened her mouth and lowered it down around his young erection, her head bobbing up and down as she gave Taran his first blowjob.

“Oh, that’s sweet…” Taran whispered, putting a hand on the back of Mary’s head.

“She’s well trained,” I told him. “You’ll lose your virginity to someone who knows what she’s doing.”

“Cool…”

“Feels really good, huh?” I asked, rubbing at my crotch.

“Oh, yeah…”

Mary said, “So what you want do?”

“I’m not sure,” Taran said.

“Try fingering her,” I suggested to my son.

“Ok.” He looked at Mary who took his hand and put it on her hairless vagina. She extended one of Taran’s fingers and guided it up inside her. “Wow… that feels cool!” he after a couple minutes of finger-fucking.

“I know it does,” I replied. “You wanna try sticking your penis in there now?”

“Can I really?” Taran asked, looking from Mary to me and back again.

Mary laid down on the bed and spread her legs, my son’s finger sliding out of her vagina. To Taran she said, “I ready when you ready, Taran.”

Taran crouched between her legs, his very stiff penis sticking straight up as he said, “You’re really going to let me fuck you?”

“Yes.”

“Ok.” He just stared at Mary’s vagina, obviously lost at sea.

Mary reached for his penis, but before she reached it, I said, “Hang on a second, Mary.” She looked over at me as I moved down to join the children on the bed. I said to my son, “Let me help you, Taran.”

“Ok, Dad.”

Feeling horribly perverted but also very turned on, I took my son’s small penis in my hand, giving it a couple gentle strokes as I lined it up with Mary’s vagina. I’d never touched Taran like this before, not even when teaching him how to masturbate. I’d just done that by having him watch me do it and then me watching him to make sure he was doing it right, though it’s hard to screw something like that up.

Once Taran’s penis was in place, I let go of it and said to him, “Just push it in her, Taran.”

Taran did so, and I watched in pleased contentment as my son’s still hairless twelve-year-old virgin penis disappeared into Mary’s tight twelve-year-old vagina. My boy was a virgin no longer!

“Whoa,” he breathed, a look of total amazed pleasure crossing his face.

“Nice, eh?”

“Yeah!” he said with a cute little smile. “Oh, wow is it nice…”

“You got good one, Taran. Very good. Feel real nice,” Mary said, reaching up to pull my son’s naked body down on top of her.

Taran said nothing further. Apparently operating on instinct, he let his head rest on Mary’s shoulder and started fucking her slowly. She wrapped her legs around his waist to keep his penis inside her as he experienced his first lay.

I unzipped and let my penis out, masturbating while I watched the cute little preteen kids having sex on the bed next to me. It was one of the sweetest sights I’d ever seen. I made sure to masturbate slowly enough that I wouldn’t wind up cumming. After Taran was done with Mary, I wanted another turn.

Thankfully, I didn’t have to wait too long. Moaning loudly, Taran started climaxing inside Mary after less than a minute of fucking her. I wasn’t surprised. From what little I remembered of fucking my sister the first time, I don’t think I lasted long, either.

When Taran was done cumming, I patted his bare butt.

“You like it?”

“Oh, god, yeah, Dad!” He said with a tired, sweaty smile.

“Now move so I can have a turn.”

“Ok!” He said, moving aside.

I got between Mary’s legs and worked my penis up into her vagina once more. It took less effort than it had before. I didn’t see or feel any sign of sperm from my son as I started fucking her. Oh, well. He’d probably be fertile soon enough.

Taran and I spent the better part of the rest of a week fucking Mary every chance we could. I made all the arrangements with John. Taran kept asking throughout the time we were together with her if it would be possible for us to bring Mary back to America with us.

I was reluctant to go with the idea, but eventually took John aside one day and talked with him about it. It took quite a bit more money than I would have liked to buy Mary from him, but eventually I succeeded and with some further palm-greasing managed to arrange things so that Mary was able to fly back with us.

Mary’s had a good life here in our house for the last year or so. Taran has shared her with all his friends. I don’t think there’s a boy older than eleven on our street who hasn’t fucked her. I’ve had a couple complaints from parents, but since I officially adopted the girl, there wasn’t much they could do about it.

The last couple months I’ve started to make plans for a return trip to Bangkok. Mary wants me to talk with her father about getting her little sister, who is now eleven, over here to join us. I’m not sure that I can afford it, but I guess I had to try. If nothing else, maybe she’d still be eleven.

Perhaps I could be the one to do her training…

END

Copyright 2004 by Alex Hawk. Be nice to me and don’t, like, pirate and stuff.

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Fact Versus Fiction

October 21, 2008

Fact Versus Fiction
By
Alex Hawk

You all know me from my work. You don’t know my name. Not my real name at any rate. I write as Jason Crow, and I’ve done about 60 stories, give or take. Porn stories all of them. They tend to be heavy on the subjects of incest and teen sex. They’re pretty popular, I guess. I average about one or two bits of fan mail in my email box every day.

One day my fame on the Internet wound up paying off more than I’d expected.

It was a pretty average day, really. I’d worked hard and was looking forward to getting home, relaxing and jerking off. Maybe writing a few bits on my latest story. I also, of course, had to check my email.

Booting up the computer, I sat down at my desk, ready to go. Once my connection was established I visited www.operamail.com, where I have my mailbox. I read the first two letters. Nothing special. One was spam and the other was an email from a girl who said she loved reading my stories, and was I done yet with part 14 in this long-ass 14 part series I was writing? I updated her, thanked her and went onto the last bit of new mail from someone named Miloboi91.

hey dude (the mail said) i really like reading ur stories u really kno how 2 write like a teen 🙂 my sister and me love 2 read ur stories 2gether. im 14 and shes 13 so where like the kids in ur stories. sometimes we even like play with r selves while we read them like jerk off and stuff u kno? we never do stuff 2 each other tho we think about it sometimes
ne way ur stories r hot thanks for writing them! take care dude
milo and kassie

“God, what a mess,” I thought, desperately wanting a red pen to go over the text with. Still, it was a nice bit of mail, even if it was, I figured, total bullshit. I’d get letters like this every once in a while. I figured most of them, if not all, were adults pretending to be teenagers. Eh. That was probably for the best. The last thing I needed was to be in contact with REAL teens on the Internet.

Hey, Milo and Kassie (my reply began). It’s nice to hear from you! I’m glad you enjoy my work, even if you are a little too young to be reading it (I always threw that in when I figured it even MIGHT be real kids. CYA, you know). ^_^ It’s cool you feel comfortable reading together like that. You probably read in some of my notes on my stories that I had sex with my sister when I was younger. It was a lot of fun. ^_^ If you guys ever take it up a notch, let me know.

Thanks for reading, thanks for writing! – Jason Crow

Then I hit send and went off to a few other websites. About thirty minutes later, as I was downloading some porn, I thought I’d check my email again. Just in case. Much to my happy surprise there was a letter from Milo.

thanks for writing back dude its real cool 2 hear from u 🙂 yah my sister and me talk about doin more but we havent yet but maybe we might soon 🙂 did u and ur sister really like do everything even fuck? were both virgins and i wanna try fuckin kassie but shes not sure about it yet
we took a pic and put it at the end of the message. hope u like it! bye
milo and kassie

I scrolled down and looked at the pics. They showed a boy and a girl sitting at a desk in what looked like a bedroom. Nothing really big. They looked like they were in their early teens and could have been brother and sister. Pretty cute, too. What really got me to sit up and take notice, though, was the fact that they were holding up a bit of paper on which they’d written “Hey, Jason!”

“Well, now…” I said as I sat back to consider my next move. Of course, if there was even a chance they were really teenagers, my smart move would be to run for the hills. But I wasn’t entirely convinced. I knew that with the right software, one could easily make it look like that bit of paper had anything on it. It didn’t really mean anything, but it helped.

After thinking for a few moments, I had my reply in mind.

Hi, guys! Thanks to YOU for writing back so soon! ^_^ Yes, my sister and I did everything together, including intercourse (this was a lie. I’d neve done anything with my sister. I just got off on telling people I did). I lost my virginity to her, though she wasn’t a virgin the first time we did it. We were almost the same age as you guys, too. I was thirteen and she was twelve. You’re a year older than me, Milo! Better hop to it! ^_^

That’s a nice picture. I love the sign. ^_^ You’re both pretty cute. If you guys lost your virginities to each other, I wouldn’t know who to envy more, you or her. ^_^ If you wanna send another pic, do it with Milo’s shirt off and Kassie making a stupid face. ^_^ – Jason Crow

I figured that last bit would help verify what they really were. Sadly, it looked like it was going to be a while before I found out because the mail server that I used decided to start crashing when I checked on it about a half-hour later. Damn. It stayed down all night. Finally, grumbling, I gave up, admitted defeat and went on to other things.

* * *

The entire next day at work, I was really distracted. I kept flubbing my lines and had to go over again. The director was getting understandably pissed. I did voice-over work. I had the script right in front of me. It wasn’t like it was difficult.

Finally I made it back through the chaos of rush hour traffic in Los Angeles and back to my apartment in Woodland Hills. I parked my car and raced inside, turning on my computer before I even turned on the lights. I wanted it to boot up while I did everything else I needed to do.

Thank god the mail system was back up. I would have gone insane if I’d had to wait very much longer. Hopping into my account I saw a series of four letters, one of which was from Milo! I tore through the other three and then opened up that one.

hey dude glad u liked r sign 🙂 we did what u said and the picture is down at the bottom
its kool u and ur sister used 2 fuck kassie wants 2 know did it hurt her the first time u guys did it and werent u worried about havin a baby?
ne way thanks 4 talkin with us its pretty kool ur nice 🙂 bye
milo and kassie

And there it was, down at the bottom, a picture of the same boy and girl. His shirt was off, and she was making a stupid face. He was, too, even though I hadn’t asked that.

Now I’d gone from being 90% certain they were fakes to being 90% certain they were real. What next?

Nice picture, but too many clothes. ^_^ Yeah, its nice talking in email like this, but if you like, you can get onto ICQ and contact me there (I threw on a link to my account). Then we can talk a little more easily.
Take care! – Jason Crow

About ten minutes later, as I was typing a little on my latest story (I’d promised people I’d have part 14 done by now, damnit!), my ICQ made a little sound. Daring to hope, I clicked, finding out that, indeed, Milo had contacted me!

[hey dude]
Holy shit! [Hey, guys!]
[kool now we can talk like this 🙂 ]
[Yeah, or more if you have the right software.]
[what u mean]
[Well, you have a cam, right? You can set that up so that you’re streaming video to me. Then I can see you while we talk. ^_^ I’d set up one myself, but I don’t have a cam. 🙁 ]
[we can huh/] came the reply. [how]

I walked them through the process and sat back to wait and wonder.

Moments later a screen popped up. I clicked on it and there, large as life, was a view of Milo and Kassie sitting side-by-side at his computer. I could even hear their voices.

“Let me see if he can see us,” Milo said. He typed onto his keyboard and I saw [can u see us] on my screen.

[Yes, and hear you, too. You can just talk if you like. I DO have a mike, even if I don’t have a cam, so I’ll set that up and we can talk directly.]

“Hey, he says he can hear us. Cool. Hey, Jason!” he said. He and Kassie waved at the camera.

I turned on my mike and got it working. “Can you hear me now?”

“Yeah.”

“Good!”

They both laughed and Kassie said, “It’s so cool we’re really talking with you!”

“For me, too. I’m glad you guys aren’t fakes. I had a mental image of some eighty-year-old potato farmer from Idaho trying to talk with me pretending to be a teen.”

Both kids laughed. Milo said, “Not that old yet!”

“How old are you?” Kassie asked.

“Thirty,” I said. In my little FAQ I put out about me, I’d shaved a few years off, but I figured I might as well be honest now.

“Cool,” she replied.

I looked into their bedroom. “Hey… is that a Dodgers pennant?”

Milo looked over his shoulders. “Yeah.”

“Cool! You guys live in LA?”

“Yeah, we do. Well, kind of anyhow. We actually live in Canoga Park.”

I was floored. They lived within only a few miles of me! Holy shit! “Cool. I live in Woodland Hills.”

“Wow, really?” Milo said. “Hey, we’ll have to meet up some time!”

“That might be cool. So you guys like my stories, huh?”

“Yeah, they really rock!” Kassie said.

I laughed. “Glad to know it.”

“Yeah, we’ve been reading them for like a couple months now,” Milo added.

“And you like… shall we say… enjoying yourselves while you read them?” I asked.

They giggled again and Kassie said, “Yeah. Well, it was his idea, but I like doing it, too.”

“Do you do it to each other, or just yourselves?”

“Just ourselves,” Milo said.

“So I bet you’re both pretty horny right now, huh?” I asked with a slightly fake laugh.

Milo and Kassie laughed in return as he said, “Yeah, I am anyhow.”

“I am, too, kinda.”

“Well… you wanna know a way to repay me for all the stories of mine you’ve gotten off to?”

“How?” Milo asked.

“Well, if you want, you could to it right now and let me watch,” I said, reaching down to adjust my incredibly hard penis.

“Right now?” Kassie asked, trading a look with her brother.

“Sure.”

Milo looked at Kassie and shrugged. “I don’t mind if you don’t mind.”

“I guess it’s ok,” she responded after a minute.

“Ok.” He looked at the cam. “We like to be naked when we do it. Is that ok with you?”

“Sure,” I said, trying not to cheer.

Both teens stood up and started undressing before my eyes. First went the shirts, then the pants and then lastly the underwear. Once they were both nude they sat back down. I couldn’t really tell what their proportions were, but they looked nice, that was for certain. As soon they sat down their hands went to their genitals and they started masturbating.

“Now THAT’S a wonderful sight,” I said with total sincerity as I pulled out my penis and began rubbing.

Sounding nervous, both kids giggled. Milo said, “Are you doing it, too?”

“Yeah,” I replied, stroking slowly.

“Cool,” he said.

“So what did you and your sister used to do?” Kassie asked, finger slipping around her vagina.

“Everything,” I lied easily. “We started out just masturbating together, and then we started to do it with each other and it went from there.”

Kassie nodded. “Cool.”

“What she really liked when we first started out was having me sucking on her nipples while she fingered herself.”

“Really?”

“Yeah, she said it was really incredible.”

Both kids traded a look, getting notions.

“That’s something you guys could do with each other,” I hinted. “Just to start out with at least.”

“You wanna, Kassie?” Milo said.

“I guess. If it feels good.”

“Alright.” Not removing his hand from his penis, Milo leaned down and kissed his sister’s right nipple. I nearly came right then and there as I looked at this bit of incest. If I could actually get them fucking… damn!

“How’s that feel, Kassie?” I asked as Milo continued his work.

Kassie sucked in her breath. “Your sister was right…”

“You got a finger inside you?”

“Yeah…” she said with a gasp.

“Let Milo put his inside you while he sucks you,” I suggested.

“Oh… alright…” I saw her hand move aside.

Probably unable to believe his luck, Milo moved his hand down between his sister’s legs. He fumbled around for a bit, then looked down and I saw the look on Kassie’s young face change as her brother’s finger entered her vagina.

“Oh, god…” she whispered so quietly I barely heard it.

“You like that?” Milo asked.

“Yeah…”

He started sucking on his sister’s bare breast while continuing to finger her vagina. Knowing that they were both having a great time, I figured I might as well increase the pleasure for Milo.

“Kassie?”

“Yeah…?”

“You think you could play around with Milo’s penis a little?”

She looked down between her brother’s legs and nodded. I could barely see what she was doing from the angle I was at, but it was pretty obvious when she put her hand around her brother’s penis because he jumped a little and began fingering her faster.

Jesus, I thought. This was really incest! I couldn’t believe I was lucky enough to get to see this, especially since they were both teens and virgins! This was like a wet dream come to life for me! Now I just HAD to get them to fuck.

Suddenly those thoughts were sidetracked when Milo let out a strangled moan. Seconds later his sister called out, “Ew! Gross! MILO!”

“Sorry… sorry…” the boy whispered as he staggered onto his chair, penis still twitching.

I couldn’t help but laugh. “Sorry, Kassie. I’m guessing he made a bit of a mess.”

“Yeah, a bit…” She was wiping her hand off on the side of the chair.

“Wait, don’t get rid of all of it yet,” I said, an idea taking hold.

“Ok.” She looked into the cam.

“Take some of it and rub it around and in your vagina. My sister always loved it when I did that.” This was pure fabrication, but it made sense.

“Ok,” Kassie said, sounding doubtful. But then she started to do it and her eyes went wide. “Wow! You weren’t kidding!” She began going faster and faster and then suddenly gasped, twitched and shuddered as she experienced her orgasm.

Once she’d come down from her orgasmic high, I said to the kids, “That was great, guys! Did you have fun?”

“Oh, yeah,” Milo said with a grin.

Kassie nodded and said, “Yeah, that was cool.”

“Great!” I took a breath. “You know… if you guys want, we can meet up in person at some point? Say at the mall?”

The children traded looks. Milo said, “Sure, I guess. Like tomorrow?”

“Ok. How about at four down in the food court?”

“Sounds good.”

“Ok, see you guys then.”

“Bye,” Kassie said as her brother waved and broke the connection.

Well… I had something to look forward to!

* * *

The Topanga Plaza Mall was just a short walk from my house on Victory. I’d gone there a lot over the years whenever I needed to pick up this or that. In this case I’d be picking up something entirely different from usual.

I entered the mall and went down to the food court. I’d shown up early. I walked over to Tommie’s and got myself a chilli-cheeseburger, fries and a Coke. Then I found a table in a quiet area and sat to wait.

I didn’t have to wait too long. I was only there sitting for about five minutes before I saw Kassie and Milo walk into the food court. I smiled. In person they were even more beautiful than on the screen.

“Milo, Kassie!” I called out waving. They looked at me, waved a little nervously and walked over.

“Jason?” Milo asked.

“More or less.” I shook their hands. “Have a seat. Want some of my fries?”

“Sure,” Milo said, helping himself.

“Wow…” Kassie said. “I can’t believe we’re, like, really meeting you!”

“In the flesh,” I said, striking a little pose.

“So… what now?” asked Milo.

I took a breath. “Well, we can either hang out here for a while, or, if you guys want, we can walk back to my apartment. It’s only a few minutes from here.”

They exchanged looks with each other again. Slowly Milo said, “Well… I guess that’ll be ok. You seem alright.”

“I’m pretty average,” I agreed. “You guys want something to eat before we go? My treat.”

“No, I’m good,” Milo said.

“Me, too,” Kassie replied.

I stood and gathered up my things. “Then let’s go!”

Making our way out of the mall we started talking about any number of things. With Milo I mostly talked about baseball. We both laughed at the idea of a team called “The Los Angeles Angels of Anaheim”, and justly so.

Kassie was largely quiet through the walk. Consumed in her own thoughts.

When we got to my (overpriced) apartment I let the kids inside and showed them around. Then I got them each a Coke and we sat down in the living room.

“Well!” I said. “You guys wanna take a look at my latest stories? The ones I’m still writing?”

“Sure!” said Kassie.

“Yeah, that’d be sweet.”

“Come on, then.” I stood up and lead them into the bedroom. I’d left my computer booted up when I’d headed out earlier. I called up a couple partial stories and then moved aside and said, “Here, take a look.”

Kassie sat in the chair at the computer itself while Milo pulled up a smaller chair and sat next to her. She began to scroll through the story. It was about a brother and sister couple, strangely enough the boy was fourteen and she was thirteen, who wind up getting horny after reading some porn and eventually end up fucking. I’d gotten it to the part where the kids had masturbated each other to orgasm and were pondering more. It had taken me the better part of the morning to write the damn thing.

“Well, gee,” Milo said with a smirk. “I wonder who THIS is about?”

“I wonder?” I laughed.

Kassie looked at me. “So what happens next in the story?”

“I don’t know. What do you think happens?”

She shrugged. Milo said, “I think they should have sex.”

“I think you’re right,” I said. Looking at Kassie, I asked, “Do you think they should?”

“Yeah,” she said softly after a moment.

“I was thinking,” I went on, “that maybe they might meet an older man who could show them how to do it. What do you both think?”

Kassie said, “That would probably make it easier for them.”

“Yeah.”

“Why not take off your shirt, Kassie?” I suggested.

Moving slowly, like she was in a dream, Kassie pulled her t-shirt off her body. She followed that by dropping her bra to the floor, exposing her lovely teenage breasts.

Taking a chance, I leaned forward and cupped one of her small breasts. She shuddered and closed her eyes. Looking at Milo, I said, “Take off your shirt, too, and then put your hand on the other one and do what I do, ok?”

“Ok.” He removed his shirt and closed his hand over his sister’s other breast.

I gently massaged Kassie’s breast and then began circling her nipple with my fingertips, watching as Milo followed my every move. Kassie seemed to be in heaven, and things only got more heavenly when I leaned down and started sucking on her nipple, her brother following suit.

As I kept sucking on Kassie’s nipple, I took Milo’s hand in mine and slowly moved it down towards Kassie’s jeans. Once we were there, I unbuttoned and unzipped them, then slipped my hand and Milo’s down into her panties. I felt a shiver of delight go through her body and mine as my fingers made contact with her vaginal area.

“You keep working up here,” I said to Milo. “I’m going down there.”

“Ok,” Milo said as he began licking and sucking both nipples now.

As soon as I was down between Kassie’s legs, I began pulling her jeans and panties off. Once she was nude, I drank in the sight of her lovely body. She only had a small amount of pubic hair above her vagina. Lovely. I leaned in and started licking all over the place.

“Oh, god,” Kassie whispered, her body tensing as pleasure shot through her.

“Take off your clothes, Milo,” I whispered to him as I lifted my face for a moment before going back down between his sister’s legs.

“Ok.” He stood up and quickly slipped out of the rest of his pants, his virgin teenage penis all nice and hard and ready to go.

Seeing him nude was enough to make up my mind as to what was going to happen next. I worked my way out of my clothes, not skipping a beat on my efforts with Kassie’s vagina. She was clearly having fun.

I slowly kissed my way up Kassie’s body until I was nuzzling against her breasts again. This also meant that my hard penis was resting against her young vagina. I began altering between kissing her breasts and neck as I reached down to take hold of my erection, rubbing it against her slit. Oh, she was nice and wet.
I knew it was time. This was my chance. Milo might have dreamed about taking his sister’s virginity, but I was going to beat him to it. I moved up and began kissing Kassie on the mouth, pleased as she started kissing me back, as meantime I lined up my penis with the entrance to her teenage body.

“Dude…” Milo whispered, looking down. “Are you gonna…?”

Without saying anything further, I pushed forward slowly, feeling my thirty-year-old penis began to work itself into Kassie’s thirteen-year-old virgin vagina. It took some serious doing, but the sensation of her wet, tight sleeve clinging to my erection was enough to keep me going. And go I did until I was finally all the way inside this lovely young girl.

I held myself still for a few seconds, looking into Kassie’s eyes. Or at least trying to. She had them closed.

“Kassie?” I whispered.

She opened her eyes.

“How’s it feel?”

“I… it… it’s… I like it…” she whispered.

“Good.” I flexed my hips, moving my penis back and forth inside her a little.

“Wow…” Milo whispered, looking down to where I entered his sister. “That is SO COOL.”

“You wanna see what it feels like?” I asked the teenage boy.

“Yeah…”

I slowly withdrew my penis from inside Kassie’s vagina and moved over, turning to Milo to say, “Come down here.”

Milo got down on his knees between his sister’s legs. He took his penis in his hand and said, “Now what?”

“Here, let me.” I got behind him and took his penis in my hand. I lined it up carefully and then said, “Push.”

Milo pushed forward, and I felt his fourteen-year-old virgin penis burry itself smoothly and easily inside his sister’s thirteen-year-old vagina. I sat back then and looked at his gorgeous young body as he held himself in place. It was like one of my stories come to life! Wonderful.

“Oh, wow…” he muttered, his innocent boyhood gone forever.

“Yeah…” Kassie whispered back.

“Now fuck your sister,” I said to Milo.

Milo took a deep breath and started moving his penis slowly in and out of his sister’s vagina. He didn’t pull out very far, presumably to avoid slipping out as he enjoyed his first fuck. The expressions on the faces of him and his sister were the hottest things I’d ever seen.

Sadly, Milo’s first bit of intercourse didn’t last long. He was inside his sister for only about a minute before he began to grunt and convulse as he fired off his sperm into his sister’s unprotected vagina. I wondered if he’d get her pregnant? I hoped so. THAT would be sweet.

When Milo was done cumming, I gently pushed him aside. He pulled his no-longer virgin penis out of his sister and I got into place, guiding myself back inside her, feeling the sperm her brother had left behind. I might have been the first person to get into Kassie, but he was the first to cum in her. Moments later, I did the same.

Milo and I spent all day taking turns fucking Kassie. She seemed to enjoy it more and more each time we screwed her. I have no idea how many times we fucked that day or how many times we did it after that, but it was certainly a lot.

Turns out that even just once might have been too many, because sometime around the first time we’d fucked, Kassie wound up getting pregnant. Mind you, I didn’t notice this until the day some nice men in blue came and knocked on my door. Turned out that she’d panicked and told her mother everything.

The arrest… sucked. The trial… was brief. I was the father according to the DNA test. The prison term… sucked even harder. Four years. As I sat there in prison, scared and mostly bored, I kept running over in my mind what had happened and wondered if I’d ever do it again?

Given the chance, how could I not?

END

Copyright 2005 by Alex Hawk. Or Jason Crow. Or Cyril Raven. Or Foghorn Leghorn… well, probably not. While I am into chicken… oh, nevermind.

Note by JC: In case you’re wondering… This never happened to me and will never happen! By now I’m confident enough to say that I’ll pass on this opportunity if it ever presented itself to me. I do LOVE to read about it though 🙂

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Emissary to the Gods

October 20, 2008

Emissary to the Gods
By
Alex Hawk

The Golden Ball of Usan Maragek, Creator of the Infinite and Supreme God of the Land Between the Rivers, was settling slowly into the western sky. Soon Ensa Hagek, the night goddess, would shine her brilliant white eye, almost fully open at this time of the month, down onto the world.

For me it was a wonderful time. I was the thirteenth son, out of seventeen total children, of the great and mighty King Garurek-Shesh, master of the mortal realm that lay between the rivers Tarsee and Eraskee. I could look forward to a life of privilege. I would fight along side the men of the kingdom against our enemies. I would marry a comely girl. I would have many children and a palace of my own.

The gods, however, had other ideas.

My father had ordered me into his presence just as the sun began to set. I seldom was in the same room as him, and was pleased that I’d be able to see him again. I wondered what was going on, and why he wanted to see me. I was still young. Only thirteen years of age. I hadn’t done anything important yet. Why would he want to see me?

When I got to the Throne Room a eunuch went in to announce my arrival. As the doors opened, I dropped down and crawled into the room, throwing myself completely flat onto the ground when I reached the throne itself.

“Great King Garurek-Shesh. Mighty ruler Garurek-Shesh. Great master of the land Garurek-Shesh. I, your humble, worthless son, am here as you bid.”

“Arise, Kolisharu, and gaze unto the face of your father,” came the great rumbling voice.

I stood and looked upon my father. He was a strong, powerful man of some fifty years. His hair was going to grey and he had a bit of a squint, but I still knew he was stronger than any other man in the kingdom. How could it be otherwise, when the gods placed him on the throne?

Standing near my father was Tolakhos, the aged high priest. He’d served my father loyally for years. It wasn’t totally unusual to see them together, but I did wonder why he was here.

“My son,” my father began. “You are aware of the drought.”

“Yes, great king,” I replied. For the last two years the annual inundations of the rivers hadn’t been what they normally were. To make matters worse, the rains that usually soaked our land had been less than a third of their normal volume. Crops were failing and we were having to spend more and more of our wealth to bring food in from other kingdoms.

“This is not a satisfactory situation,” my father continued. “I have instructed Tolakhos to work night and day in an attempt to intercede with the gods on our behalf. After working, talking, praying and sacrificing he has not yet produced the water we so desperately need.”

“My failure does not reflect on the wisdom of the king,” Tolakhos put in quickly. “But rather on myself for my lack of piety.”

“Indeed,” Garurek-Shesh said with a nod. There could be no other reason, after all. “At any rate, Tolakhos has suggested one final idea. One last way for us to contact the gods and beg them for what we need. A way that involves you.”

My chest swelling with pride, I said, “I live only to serve you and the kingdom, sire. Please tell me what I might do to help in this dark time.”

“Tolakhos has determined that it is necessary to send an emissary to the gods. Someone of the royal blood. I have decided that you will be my agent in this. You will, the dawn after the next, go to the top of the Great Ziggarut and be sent into the next world that you might speak with Ensa Husapeki, appealing to her as the goddess of agriculture to help us in our time of need.”

I dropped to my knees, overwhelmed by the honor my father was suggesting. “You… my lord… my king… my father… you would do me the honor of sending me to the gods?”

“I will.”

I darted forward and kissed my father’s toes. “Oh, Great King! Oh, Wise King! I am a mere insect under your sandal and not deserving of such a great honor as this!”

My father rose and put his hand under my chin, lifting my face up to look at him. He smiled down at me. “You are, my son. You have not yet killed a man. You have not yet fought in any battles. You have not yet made your First Tribute to Usa Haragri. You have not yet done anything worthy of a great poem. But you shall. You shall in this turn your name into one that shall live forever.” He slammed his staff onto the floor. “So I, King Garurek-Shesh command!”

“Thank you, father. Thank you,” I whispered, feeling tears pour from my eyes. “I will not let you down. I WILL NOT. I will speak with the gods. I will get us the water we need.”

“Thank you, my son.” He put his hand on the top of my head. “You shall take with you into the next life your sister, Parathaea. She has much of her mother in her and will be of great assistance to you in the land of the gods.”

“Thank you, my father. My king. My lord.”

“Now go with Tolakhos, that he might inform you of everything you need to know before your journey to see the gods.”

“Yes, father. Thank you, father.” Tolakhos helped me to my feet and we made our way out of the Throne Room and into the hall.

“You are greatly honored, Kolisharu,” Tolakhos said.

“I know this. My father… I cannot believe he will allow me to the be the one!”

Tolakhos smiled. “He has great faith in you.”

As we walked through the palace, Tolakhos explained to me what would happen in the next couple days.

“First,” he began. “You and your sister Parathaea will be married tomorrow at dawn. After the ceremony you shall go to the Marriage Room, lay her down on the Blessed Sheet of the fertility goddess, Ensa Ilahumek, and make your First Tribute to our fertility god, Usa Haragir. Your sister in turn shall make her First Tribute to Ensa Ilahumek.”

“Alright,” I said with a nod.

“When your Soldier has breached her Gate for the first time,” he continued, “there shall be blood. That blood shall stain the sheet. After you are finished with your First Tribute, you shall bring the sheet out to the balcony, that it may be shown to all so that they may seen that the Tributes are done.”

I said nothing, but merely nodded again. I wondered what the First Tribute would be like. Everyone said making Tributes to the god and goddess was a wonderful, amazing thing. I couldn’t wait to experience it!

Tolakhos and I turned a corner and kept walking. “After that is done, you two shall remain sequestered in the Marriage Room for the remainder of the day. You will probably spend most of this time in Tribute to the Dieties. Then when the Eye of Ensa Hagek has reached its highest point in the sky, you shall use a knife to send your sister-wife into the next world.”

I nodded again, uncertain what to say to that.

“I know it sounds difficult, but it really isn’t,” Tolakhos said. “All you do is take the knife and plunge it hard into her chest. Right in the middle.” He placed his hand on my own bare chest. Like most every boy in the Kingdom, I was nude more often than not. “Right here. Drive it in as hard as you can and you can send her into the next world with little pain.”

“Is that how you’ll be sending me?” I asked.

Tolakhos shook his head. “We do it differently in your case. We shall place you on the altar on the top of the Great Ziggurat. Then I remove your heart and your essence goes to the gods.”

“I can’t wait,” I said with a smile.

Tolakhos smiled in return. “To be a emissary to the gods is a great honor.” He continued to walk and talk. “After you have sent your sister ahead, you must inform me. I shall be waiting outside the door. Then some time later, I shall have you make one last Tribute with her. Your essence being left in her body at that point shall make sure that, rather than simply going to the next life, she accompanies you on your mission to the gods.”

“Alright.”

“Now!” Tolakhos said, clapping his hands together. “Let’s go to the Temple and get you ready for tomorrow.”

* * *

The marriage ceremony was long and dull. Frankly, it threatened to put me to sleep. If it weren’t for the fact that I knew I’d be among the gods soon, it would have. I sneaked a quick glance towards my soon-to-be bride.

Parathaea, was glad in a small white kilt that exposed her breasts, such as they were. The blessings of Ensa Ilahumek had not yet began to firmly take hold. Her chest was just slightly puffed out, but not fully grown yet.

Likewise, I stood wearing a similar kilt that showed what little body development I’d gone through. I’d started to get the blessings of Usa Haragir, so I’d developed a small ammount of hair where there’d been none before and at night, when I pleasured myself, the essence of Usa Haragir, that which would join with the essence of Ensa Ilahumek in order to make a child, had began to flow.

We stood there while Tolakhos performed the ceremony. There weren’t many people around. Only our parents, some of the dignitaries of the government and the priests. Always there were priests.

The ceremony went on for more than an hour. Mostly it consisted of Tolakhos asking each individual god to give his or her blessings upon our union. I thought it was pretty boring, but given that in about a day I’d be with these gods, I guessed it was probably acceptable.

“Finally,” Tolakhos droned, “I call upon Rash-Hataar, the Fire God left to us by the Kammerians, to give his blessing upon this union and make it good in the eyes of our lords.”

As a group we all turned towards the fire that was burning on the altar. We’d fought a great war with the Kammerians a century ago. As part of the peace, we’d given them our fire god, Usa Garaguk, and received their fire god, Rash-Hataar. No one knew what the gods thought of this, but since we were all still alive, they probably approved.

The fire, which had been burning low, flared up into life, and it seemed that a face appeared in the flames. A great mouth opened, and in our heads the words echoed forth.

:IT IS SO!:

And the fire died completely.

Tolakhos bowed with great respect towards the last wisps of smoke, and then turned towards my father.

“With the final blessing of the King, I shall confirm this union.”

King Garurek-Shesh slammed his spear upon the ground and said, “My will be done!”

“Then I hereby pronounce you husband and wife, brother and sister, children of the King and emissaries to the gods. May it be good.”

“May it be good!” echoed the crowd.

My sister and I turned towards each other. We hadn’t seen much of each other during the last year or so. Normally when the fertility deities start to grant their blessings, boys and girls are seperated. She smiled shyly at me, and I leaned forward to kiss her as I was meant to. A great cheer went up from the assembled mass.

I took my sister’s hand and guided her towards the marriage suite, where she would spend the rest of her mortal life and I would spend most of the rest of mine. The guests of the wedding followed after us, cheering, laughing and shouting advice to us. Once we were inside the room, I drew back the heavy curtain, closing us off from everyone outside, and then stood there, looking around.

It was a lavishly furnished room. There were two comfortable looking benches with furs covering them, a large firepit, a selection of food on a table, and a very large bed. According to tradition it would be stuffed with straw from the most recent harvest. Much more comfortable than a stone slab with a blanket covering it.

And on the bed, laying there for Parathaea and myself to see, was a big, pure white, sheet.

I looked at she who was my sister and was now also my wife. “Well…” I swallowed a little, feeling nervous about making my first Tribute. “Let’s get started.”

“Alright,” Parathaea said as she removed her kilt and climbed up onto the bed. “Have you made Tribute before, Kolisharu?”

“No.”

“Nor have I. I hear it’s pretty easy, though.”

“It should be,” I said as I tossed my kilt aside. “Tolakhos gave me some advice on how best to do it.”

Following said advice, I got between my sister’s legs and looked at what was splayed out before me. I’d never seen the Gates of Ensa Ilahumek up close before. She still had no hair down there, which I knew girls got once the goddess had blessed them. Still, it was enough to make my warrior stand at attention. There was a small jar of oil next to the bed. I dipped my fingers into it and rubbed it all over my Soldier of Usa Haragir. Then I took some more and rubbed it into my sister’s Gate. The feeling of her skin around my finger as I did so was wonderful! I couldn’t wait to be inside her.

I wiped my fingers on the edge of the sheet and positioned myself over my sister, touching my Soldier to her Gate. I looked into her eyes.

“Are you ready?”

She closed her eyes and nodded.

I pressed the helmet of my warrior up to the entrance to Parathaea’s gate. When I was certain that I was in the right place, I gave a little push and was rewarded with a wonderful sensation as the first part of me entered her.

Then I hit the Gate itself, the blockage that I knew to expect. Like any good commander I knew that the only way to take down a locked gate was with a good battering ram, so I pulled back, took a deep breath, and pushed forward with all my might. Parathaea let out a quiet scream as I broke into her passage.

I gave a couple more pushes to make sure that I was completely embedded within her. As I felt my body contact her I knew that my thirteen-year-old penis was buried inside my sister’s twelve-year-old vagina. I was inside her. We were united. There was no turning back now.

Ignoring the little whimpers of discomfort that were coming from my sister, I started thrusting, sliding my Soldier around inside her Gate like I was meant to. I had never known such pleasure, such bliss! It was no wonder that making Tribute was supposed to be one of the best things in the world! A true gift from the gods. I’d have to make sure to thank them when I met them tomorrow.

As I continued to make Tribute with my sister, her moans of pain began to turn more into sounds of pleasure. This was good. After all, a gift like this from the gods was meant to be enjoyed by men and women both.

Finally my thrusting reached it’s crescendo. I pushed harder and faster into my little sister’s body, feeling the best sensations of my life. Then I started to grunt and moan as deep within her my Soldier completed his duty, spurting out my Essence of Usa Haragir. When I was emptied, I laid on top of her, breathing hard.
I’d entered my sister’s body as a boy. But now as I pulled out of her, I was a man.

Looking down I could see some blood between her legs. I smiled. My Soldier, like any good warrior, had been bloodied in combat. Thankfully some of it got onto the white sheet. I got to my feet, my sister along with me, and took it to the balcony. I pulled the curtain aside and my sister and I stood there, gloriously nude, blood still dripping down her leg. I unfurled the sheet and the crowd bellow let out a loud cheer. We’d done our jobs well.

From the other side of the curtain, I heard the sound of Tolakhos calling me. I walked over to there, bringing the sheet with me.

“You have done well, Kolisharu,” the old priest said.

“Thank you.” I passed him the bloodied sheet. He handed me a new one and a very sharp knife.

“Use the knife when the Eye of Ensa Hagek shines through the portal above.”

“I will. Thank you.”

“Enjoy the rest of your night with your sister-wife.”

I closed the curtain there and the one at the balcony and walked to where Parathaea was sitting. She was down on the floor, an old bit of cloth held between her legs.

“Has the blood stopped?”

“Yes, Kolisharu.”

I crouched down next to her. “I’m sorry it had to hurt.”

She shrugged. “It’s what Ensa Ilahumek, in her wisdom, has decreed.” A little fire flashed in my sister’s eyes. “Remind me to ask her about that when we see her.”
I laughed. “I shall. Now bring me something to drink and something to eat.”

“Yes, my husband.”

Parathaea brought me some beer and some bread. I ate and drank and then shared some of it with her. Then she began to place the new sheet onto the bed. While she did, I looked her nude body over and noticed how beautiful she was. This made my Soldier stand at attention.

“I want to make Tribute again,” I announced.

“Alright.” Parathaea laid down on the bed and spread her legs once more.

I got on top of my sister and entered her body once more, savoring the warm sensation of her Gate welcoming my Soldier. As I began to thrust, I kissed her on the mouth and on the breasts, both of which she seemed to enjoy. She put her hands onto my hips and then moved them onto my buttocks as I kept moving within her. I was happy I was making her feel good again.

Parathaea and I made Tribute with each other eight times during the next several hours. She showed me what it was like with her on top and with her down on all knees with me entering her from behind. I was happy and content and in no hurry at all to change this happy state of affairs.

But then, late that night, we were both looking up at the hole in the top of the room as the Eye of Ensa Hagek started to shine into the room. I looked at Parathaea.

“It is time, my sister. It is time, my wife.”

“Very well.” She moved over and laid down on the bed, straw crumpling under her wonderful naked body. “I shall see you in the next world, my brother. I cannot wait to be with you again, my husband.”

I moved over towards my sister and stood by the bed. I brushed some hair back from her face and gave her a little kiss. Then I placed the knife between her breasts. I pulled the knife back, whispered a prayer, and with all my strength I stabbed the knife down into Parathaea’s body, feeling the skin, the blood, the bones, the muscles, everything moving aside to accomodate my thrusting bit of metal.

I kept my hand on the knife and looked into my sister’s eyes. She opened her mouth, turned her head towards me, tired to say something, and then went into the next word. I kept the knife inside her body as I counted to ninety-nine, the sacred number. Then I pulled the blade out, happy to see no real blood flow. That done, I walked over to the curtain and pulled it aside, not surprised to see Tolakhos standing there.

“It is done,” I said, handing him the knife.

He came into the room and examined my sister’s body. I felt a vague surge of jealous as he probed around, looking for any signs of life. When he saw none, he stood up with a satisfied grunt.

“You will make Tribute with her one last time, just before dawn. Then you shall be taken from here and you will be sent to join her.”
I smiled. “I look forward to the honor.”

Tolakhos smiled in turn. “Spend the rest of your time in prayer, Kolisharu. I shall fetch you at dawn.”

“Yes, Tolakhos.”

The priest left and I moved to the center of the room. I ate some of the food,drank some of the beer and then sat down to pray to the gods that I would soon be standing along side of. I wondered if my sister had felt any pain when I’d plunged the knife into her. I wondered if I’d feel any pain when Tolakhos cut out my heart. I shrugged. It didn’t matter. The pain was temporary. The honor of saving my people would echo for eternity.

Shortly before dawn, I rose and moved towards the bed where I mounted my sister’s lifeless body. She felt cold as I entered her. It wasn’t a bad sensation, just a little odd. I thrust into her with growing pleasure, certain that I was ensuring her place next to me with the gods. Then, at last, with a gasp of happiness, I released my essence into her.

When I was finished, I walked to the curtain and pulled it aside one last time. Tolakhos was waiting, flanked by three other priests.

“I am ready,” I said.

Tolakhos nodded and took me gently by the arm. He led me from the room, out into the rest of the palace and down to the streets. A chariot was waiting with my father inside. I joined him in the chariot and we rode past cheering crowds towards the Great Ziggarut.

When we got there, I joined a great procession to the top. It took quite a while. Once we’d climbed all the stairs my father, Tolakhos and myself stood and waved to the cheering masses. They knew my mission and approved.

That done, I went and laid down on the altar, ready to experience the bliss of being with the gods. I stared up at the Golden Ball of Usan Maragek, eager to be in his presence. I thought about the Tributes I’d made with my sister and was happy to know that I’d be able to do more of that soon.

Tolakhos stood over me, knife in hand, the same knife I’d used with my sister, and intoned a series of sacred oaths and prayers. He lifted the knife high and then plunged it down into my body. There was pain. Intense pain. But it didn’t seem to matter. I could feel the knife moving within my body, cutting, slicing. Then Tolakhos reached down and pulled out something. He held it on high. My heart.

My vision began to fade. I knew I was passing into the next world, into the realm of the gods. But before my vision went completely dark, I saw clouds, great, powerful clouds, appear in the sky. They swirled and flowed over the Great Ziggarut. Then I felt little spatters of water dropping onto my face and my cut-open body.

Rain.

From down bellow I heard the cheers of crowds growing fainter and fainter in my ears. My vision faded completely and I closed my eyes, knowing that soon I’d reopen them and stand before my gods, my sister, and my ancestors, having done my bit to help my people.

END

Copyright 2005 by Alex Hawk. If you copy this, may Usa Batek, god of frogs, lay a thousand eggs within your stomach!

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