Earning a Living
October 19, 2008
Earning a Living
By
Alex Hawk
As the rain beat down on the streets, I held out my hand to passersby, saying, “Spare change? Any spare change?” to just about everyone that came by while next to me my sister shivered in the cold.
“This isn’t working, Baird,” she said as she trembled.
“I know, Cheyenne, but I don’t have any other ideas.”
We’d been stuck out on the streets of Seattle’s U-District for a month now, ever since our Dad had died and left us with nothing but debt. Then our mom got laid off. Originally she had been here with us, but last week she’d gotten a job. Bad part was it was clear on the other side of the state in Spokane. She planned to go work there as much and as hard as she could, and then send us money as soon as she could so that we could join her.
Our mom had left us with at least a little money before she went, but we ended up spending that pretty quickly, and for the last two days we’d been stuck having to earn money this way. It had worked out pretty well yesterday, but it hadn’t been pouring down rain yesterday, and my sister had been the one trying to get people to give her money. That seemed to work much better than me trying.
“If you have any better suggestions,” I added, “I’ll listen.”
“I can’t think of anything,” she replied, miserably.
“Me, either.”
One more hour drifted past. We’d ended up accumulating about four bucks, which wasn’t even enough to buy dinner for the two of us. This really, really sucked ass.
“This really, really sucks ass,” Cheyenne said.
I laughed. “I was just thinking that.”
“Spare change?” my sister called out as a man walked past.
Rather than simply walk by, he stopped and looked at us both.
“What are you two doing out here?”
“Trying to get money,” I said.
“Where are your parents?”
“Our dad died a few months ago. We got evicted. Our mom got a job last week, but she hasn’t been able to mail us any money yet. We’re cold, we’re hungry and we just want to get some cash.”
“You’re brother and sister?” he asked.
“Yes.”
“How old are you two?”
“I’m thirteen and Cheyenne is fourteen.”
The man seemed to be considering something. “You probably haven’t gotten a lot of money today, with the weather.”
“No,” I said.
Cheyenne spoke up. “We just want to be able to get something to eat.”
The man nodded. “Alright. I’ll tell you what. Let me take you two over to Denny’s to get some food. I’ll buy you whatever you’d like to eat.”
I perked up. “Really? You’d do that? Why?”
Shrugging he said, “It’s Sunday and I haven’t done my good deed for the week yet.”
I traded looks with Cheyenne. She had an “it’s up to you” kind of expression on her face.
“Alright. We’ll go with you. Thanks, mister.”
“Call me Renault.”
“Like the car?”
“Yes. I have a sister named Porsche and another one named Mercedes. Apparently my parents wanted to keep up the trend.”
Cheyenne and I both laughed and stood up, walking after Renault as he escorted us to the nearby Denny’s. It was a short walk, and since we were all trying to hurry and stay as dry as possible, conversation was limited.
When we got there, we went inside, got our seats and each ordered a cup of coffee. Once we were drinking and had placed our food orders, Renault said, “It must be very difficult being stuck out on the streets like this.”
“It is a little,” I admitted. “But our mom got a job now, so we’ll be ok. She just needs to work for a short amount of time to save up some money so that we can get into a new place to live.”
Renault nodded. “I can see where that would be a good thing.”
We chatted a little more, largely me and him, Cheyenne stayed quiet most of the time. Once the food arrived it was mostly him talking with me and my sister nodding from time to time, not paying as much attention as we were before.
After we were done with the dinner, Renault bought us dessert and continued talking with us, telling stuff about his life. Turned out that he was twenty-nine and didn’t do anything for work. It seemed that he had access to a major inheritance that his parents had left him. It sounded like he had more money than he knew what to do with. He spent most of his time going to movies, reading, visiting museums, things like that. I was jealous.
“Where were you two planning to sleep tonight?” he asked.
I shrugged. “Probably we were going to try and get into one of the shelters. We stayed there the other night, but we didn’t like it. But since it’s raining tonight…”
He nodded. “I can understand that. Excuse me; I need to visit the restroom.” He stood and walked away.
“He seems nice, Baird.”
I nodded. “Yeah, he seems like an ok guy. It was nice of him to buy us this food.”
“Sounds like he can afford it pretty easily,” Cheyenne grumbled.
“Be nice.”
Renault came back a minute or two later. As he sat down, he said, “I’ll tell you kids what. If you want, you can come stay with me tonight. I have a nice little condo here in town. You can come stay with me and be out of the rain and not have to go to the shelter.”
“Uh…” I looked at Cheyenne. “Well… I mean… that’s a nice offer… but…”
“We’ll take it,” Cheyenne said quickly.
I blinked. “What?”
“We’ll take it,” she repeated. She leaned over. “I can’t take the idea of another night at that shelter.”
“It was pretty unpleasant,” I conceded. She had always been the more practical of the two of us.
“Well, the offer is open, if you two want. My car is outside, we can ride on up there. I have a guest room you two can stay in. No problem.”
I looked at my sister again and then shrugged. “Alright. Sounds like a good plan to me.”
We finished up the food, polished off our coffee and waited while Renault settled up on the bill. After we left, we walked down a couple blocks and came to a very, very nice looking car.
“Cool car,” I said, as we walked to it.
“Thank you, Baird. It’s an Aston-Martin,” Renault said. “A certain irony, I suppose.” He held open the door for my sister and I. We got in, he got behind the wheel and we headed off, riding in silence for about five minutes until we pulled into the garage of a condo not too terribly far from downtown.
Renault’s condo was up at the top of the building. It was a really nice place. Very modern in it’s look, but with some nice old furniture. I didn’t really know how to describe it, but I liked it a lot. Even the room he’d given to Cheyenne and I was really nice, with a great big bed, the biggest I’d ever seen.
“Would you two like to watch a movie?” he asked once we were settled in. Both Cheyenne and I were interested, so we sat back and watched the special edition version of “Fellowship of the Ring”, which we’d both liked.
After the movie was over, Renault, looking a little awkward and embarrassed, said, “I have a proposition for you two.”
“Oh?” I asked.
He nodded and took a deep breath. “I want to give you two some money. Well, not give it. I want to give you the chance to earn some money.”
I perked up a bit. “Ok, how?”
Renault looked awkward again. “Well… you two are brother and sister.”
“Yes,” I agreed to the patently obvious.
Biting his bottom lip, Renault continued. “I have a special idea that I want you two to consider. If you end up being interested, I’ll give you two-thousand dollars.”
Both my eyes and those of my sister went very wide. “Two thousand?” she squeaked.
Nodding, Renault said, “Yes. In cash.”
“What do you want us to do to earn it?” I asked, now getting a little apprehensive. No one offered you two thousand dollars for something easy.
“It’s easy,” he said. Taking another deep breath he went on. “I’ve always wanted to see a brother and sister… well… have sex with each other. If you two are willing to do that for me, I’ll give you two thousand dollars.”
Cheyenne and I just stared at him for several seconds. I should have known he was some creep, I thought. There was no way anyone normal would have been so nice to us.
“I think we should leave,” I said, starting to stand up.
Cheyenne grabbed my arm and yanked me back down. Leaning over she whispered to me, “Baird! He’s going to give us two thousand dollars. TWO THOUSAND,” she hissed.
“Just a second,” I said to Renault.
Renault stood up. “I’m going to go into the kitchen and make a snack. Why don’t you two sort out what you want to do?”
“Ok.” I turned towards Cheyenne and whispered, “He’s going to give us two thousand dollars if you and I have sex with each other!”
Cheyenne blushed and looked a little uncomfortable. “Yeah, I know. That’s not something I really want, but it’s a lot of money, and we really need money.”
“I know it is.”
“Think of how much it would help us. We could go to where Mom is and we could get a place for all three of us to live.”
“Yeah, but…” I tried to formulate my argument against this while at the same time I couldn’t help but notice that I was getting a hard-on. I’d never had sex with a girl before and like most thirteen-year-old boys, I really wanted to. But with my own sister? But we’d get money. But it would be with Cheyenne. But we’d get a LOT of money. I was so unsure.
“Besides, if we ended up doing this and got paid two thousand dollars, think of all the time we wouldn’t have to spend begging in the streets.”
I thought hard. In the end I just couldn’t decide and figured that since she was the more practical of the two, I’d let my sister make the choice.
“Cheyenne… I can’t make my mind up on this. It WOULD be a lot of money, yes, but you’re my sister. We shouldn’t be having sex with each other. The money would be nice, though. But I just don’t know.” I shrugged. “I guess I’ll leave it up to you. If you want, we’ll do it, but if not, we won’t.”
“You’re going to make ME decide?” she protested.
“Yeah.” I looked away. “You know you’re a little smarter than me.”
“Only a little?” she asked with a grin.
I stuck my tongue out in response.
Cheyenne bit her lower lip. Then she nodded. “Ok. Renault?” she called out.
“Yes?” he asked, poking his head around the corner.
My sister took a deep breath. “We’ll do it.”
My heart lurched and skipped a beat. I forced myself to nod in agreement as Renault looked over to me.
“Wonderful!” he said, clapping his hands. “Thank you both so much!”
“Yeah,” I grumbled a little.
“Let me finish getting this snack ready,” he said, vanishing back into the kitchen.
I glared at Cheyenne. “I didn’t think you’d say yes.”
“Well, you DID leave it up to me, and I don’t want to spend another night in a shelter or be stuck having to beg for money in the rain. If you fucking me gets us enough money so that we don’t have to do that, it’ll be worth it.”
Still grumbling I turned away from my sister. I was slightly impressed by the fact that she was willing to make such a very logical choice, but that didn’t mean that I had to like it, though my body was just starting to catch onto the fact that I was, apparently, going to be getting laid soon.
“Here we go,” Renault said, bustling back into the room. He set down a platter of fruit and veggies. “Healthy.” He smiled.
“So… when you say you want us to have sex… do you mean actually… you know… fucking?” I managed to ask.
Renault nodded. “Yes, I mean intercourse. As well as foreplay, of course. I want you two to enjoy it.” He paused. “Are you both virgins?”
Blushing a little I nodded as Cheyenne did the same.
“Well, don’t worry, I’ll walk you through everything.”
“Thanks,” I said, unsure if I was thankful or not as I munched on some of the food.
“Well… why don’t you two go and get a shower. Get yourselves cleaned up.”
“Ok,” I replied. “I’ll go first.”
“Hmmm… why don’t you two shower together? Get used to seeing each other nude before we start.”
“Uh…” I looked at Cheyenne who nodded. “Alright. I guess that’ll be ok.”
“Alright. Bathroom’s just right off your bedroom,” he said. “I’ll just wait out here for you two. You should find bathrobes in the closet.”
As Cheyenne and I went into the bedroom, I said, “Are you sure you want us to do this?”
“I don’t WANT us to. I just think that we have to.” She paused. “Look, Baird. We need money. We need money badly. If we get two thousand dollars, well… that’s enough to get us to where Mom is and move us into an apartment. If I have to spend five minutes getting fucked by you in order to avoid having to spend the next couple weeks living on the streets, well, just call me Fucky McFuck.”
“Fucky McFuck?” I asked with a grin.
“Damn right.”
We went into the bathroom and looked at the shower. It was big. I mean REALLY big, with two shower heads. It looked impressive as hell.
“Nice shower,” I conceded.
“Yeah.” Cheyenne looked at me. “Well… should we get in?”
“Yeah.”
We traded looks with each other and then finally Cheyenne started to undress. I followed suit and pretty quickly we were both in just our underwear.
“Well… time for the last bit,” she said with a nervous grin.
“Yeah…”
Cheyenne let out a little sigh and then slipped out of her panties and bra, leaving her wonderfully naked. My eyes drank in the sight. She was the first girl I’d ever seen naked in real life. My hard on, which had left, returned with a vengeance. She wasn’t the hottest girl in the world. Her breasts weren’t very big and she was kinda skinny, but to me she looked… well, like a naked girl.
“Come on,” she said as she turned away to start the water going.
Sighing myself, I pulled down my underwear, my virgin penis popping straight up to smack against my stomach. I held my hands over it and made my way into the shower.
Turning away from my sister and towards the shower head, I started cleaning myself off, relaxing a little as the warm water washed over my naked body. It had been a while since I’d been able to get a good, hot shower, and this whole experience might at least be worth it just for that.
Well, maybe not.
Cheyenne said, “Nice butt, Baird.” Before I could respond, I simultaneously felt a sharp sting on my butt and heard a loud SNAP! Whirling around, I saw my sister standing there with a wet washcloth and giggling.
“Hey!” I grabbed a washcloth of my own, ready to snap.
“Careful, boy. I have a good target,” my sister said, twirling her washcloth while she eyed my erect penis.
I felt a blush burn its way across my face as I turned around. “Let’s just get this over with,” I muttered.
“No, I’m sorry, Baird. I didn’t mean to embarrass you.”
“It’s ok.”
“Turn back around.”
I did so, holding my hands in front of my erection. My sister stood there unashamedly nude in front of me.
“Take your hands away. It’s going to be inside me, I might as well see it.”
Awkwardly, I pulled my hands back from my penis. My sister studied it intently, finally saying, “Not big. I’ve seen smaller.”
I blinked. “You have?”
She nodded and said, “Yeah. I’ve… well, I’m not totally inexperienced.”
“Oh,” I said, weakly. “What… what have you done?”
Shrugging, Cheyenne said, “Nothing big. I’ve gone down on a few boys, that’s all.”
“Oh. Anyone I know?”
“Probably not. It was mostly at a party some of my friends had. We all put on different color lipstick and sucked off each boy for a bit.”
“Oh,” I said, continuing my trend as my mind spun. My sister had gone down on a bunch of other boys at a party? How come I didn’t get invited to these things? “You haven’t actually Done It, though, right?”
“Yeah, I’m still a virgin,” she said as she started soaping herself up again. “What have you done?”
“Nothing much. Just kissing and some other things.”
“Like what?”
Blushing I said, “Nothing, really.”
“Come on,” she persisted. “What else have you done?”
“Uh… well… look, promise you won’t tell anyone?”
“Ok.”
Blushing some more, I said, “Well… I fooled around a little with Blake. We kind of… you know… touched each other and… sucked each other…”
Cheyenne looked at me for several seconds and then burst out laughing. “You’ve jerked and blown another boy? Oh, that’s funny!”
“Hey, it’s not that funny!”
“Sure it is!” She stopped laughing but kept grinning. “It’s not that big of a deal, Baird. Lots of boys that sort of thing.”
“Yeah, well,” I grumbled.
“Besides,” Cheyenne said as she smacked me on the butt, getting an indignant squawk out of me. “It means we’ve both done the same things.”
I shook my head, and then started giggling. “Yeah, I guess we have.” I felt the atmosphere in the shower lighten considerably. “So… we’re really going to have sex with each other?”
Nodding as she washed her hair, Cheyenne said, “Yeah. I guess we are. I can certainly think of worse ways to earn two thousand dollars.”
“Yeah, me, too,” I admitted. “I just never thought I’d lose my virginity like this, you know?”
“Yeah. But, well, it could have been worse. Renault could have asked us to have sex with him instead of each other. I mean, which would you rather do?”
I actually stopped moving as my mind tried to sort that conundrum out. Would I rather have sex with an older man, or my own sister? Finally I shook my head. “Stop making my brain hurt.”
Cheyenne laughed and splashed some water at me. “Doesn’t that thing ever soften up?” she asked, looking at my penis.
I shook my head. “Not during times like this.”
“Oh, right. You’ve had so many times like this.”
I rolled my eyes. “You know what I mean.”
“Yeah. I guess it means I’d better not drop the soap. Whoops!” she said, suddenly letting the soap she was holding fly out of her hand. “I’ll just bend over and pick that up,” she said, casually as she turned away from me and bent over.
I stared at my sister’s bare backside. Trying hard to think of a witty reply, I finally had to settle for, “Be careful, or you might get poked by something.”
“Like what?” she asked, looking back at me with a slight sneer.
Moving forward, I took my young penis in my hand and in a slightly shaky voice, I said, “Like this.”
“Oh, yeah? Go ahead.” Cheyenne bent over all the way.
Swallowing a little, I regarded the spectacle in front of me. I had no real clue exactly where my sister’s vagina was, or even if I’d actually stick my penis in if I did. On the other hand, it was pretty obvious she was trying her best to tease the hell out of me, and I wouldn’t be letting her get away with that.
With that in mind, I took a couple steps closer, until I was standing right behind my sister. I held my penis so that it was pointing straight forward and, taking a deep breath, stepped that last step closer, feeling the tip poking against something warm.
“Oh! Ah!” Cheyenne said suddenly. “Ah… you have better aim than I thought…”
“You mean… this is the right spot?” I asked, my mouth going dry, despite all the water splashing on our nude bodies.
“Ah… yeah…” She pressed back against me and I felt the tip of my penis surrounded suddenly by a strange warm wetness.
“Oh…” I said, weakly, not daring to move. I looked down and saw most of the tip of my young penis disappearing into my sister’s vagina.
“Baird…?” my sister said after a moment.
“Yeah…?”
I felt Cheyenne tremble a little as she quietly said, “Slide it all the way in me…”
I was barely managing to resist the urge to do just that. “But… then we won’t be virgins…” I said, stating the blatantly obvious.
“I know… I don’t want him to see us lose our virginities to each other… he can pay us to fuck… but he doesn’t get to see that part…”
“Are you sure?” I whispered.
“Yes… yes, I’m sure…” Cheyenne pushed back against me and I felt a little more of my penis slip inside her.
“Alright,” I said, unable to resist the temptation any longer. I put my hands on my sister’s hips and pushed forward, feeling and watching as my thirteen-year-old virgin penis slided very smoothly and easily into her tight, warm, wet fourteen-year-old virgin vagina.
“Ooooooh… Baird…” she whispered. “Oh, god…”
Unable to speak or think or do much of anything, I looked down to where our bodies were joined, seeing on the barest hint of my penis, knowing that the rest was buried deep inside my sister’s body.
Having seen plenty of pornos, I knew what I had to do next. I held onto my sister’s hips and began slowly moving back and forth inside her, my mind blurring at how wonderful the sensations around my penis were. It was like nothing I’d ever felt before. Even the blowjobs I’d traded with Blake weren’t nearly as good.
As I fucked my sister she whispered, “Baird…? When you cum… pull out…”
“Ok…” I gasped out. I was actually having real life sex with a real life girl! Who cared if she was my sister? This was just too amazing for me to worry about that!
It wasn’t more than a minute before I knew I needed to pull out. I quickly withdrew my penis from my sister’s vagina and stroked it hard and fast, gasping and grunting as my sperm fired out of me and splattered onto her back in several long, hard bursts. When I was done, I fell back against one of the shower walls, the water beating over my naked, no longer virgin, teenage body.
My sister stayed bent over for a moment and then finally stood up. She stretched and looked over at me.
“So that’s what getting fucked feels like.”
“So that’s what fucking feels like,” I gasped.
Cheyenne let the water splash onto her back as she tried to clean up a little. “We should probably get out of her. Renault is going to start to wonder what’s taking us so long.”
“Oh, yeah. Ok.” I got back under the water, soaped myself up and rinsed off just as my sister turned off her tap.
“Baird?”
“Yeah?” I asked as I turned off my water and grabbed a towel.
“Did you like it?”
“Yeah. Did you?”
“Yeah.”
“Cool.”
“We can’t tell Renault though, ok?”
“Don’t worry. As far as he’s going to know, we’re both still virgins.”
“Ok.”
As we finished toweling off, Cheyenne came over and gave me a clingy hug, her body pressing against mine in all sorts of ways. “I’m glad my first time was with someone I love.”
I had no clue what to say to that other than, “Me, too.”
With that we separated, finished toweling off and put on the incredibly soft and fluffy bathrobes that were in the closet. Then we made our way back into the living room where Renault was watching “The Incredibles” on DVD.
“Violet and Dash would make an interesting couple, don’t you think?” he asked us with a little smile.
“Uh… they’re just cartoons?” I said.
He laughed. “Yeah, I know. Not nearly as interesting as the real life brother and sister in front of me. Did you get used to seeing each other?”
We both nodded.
“Good!” Renault smiled a little more. “You ready to fuck for the first time?”
“Absolutely,” I said with a straight face.
Less than an hour later I was sinking my penis into my sister’s vagina for the second time in my life. It was heavenly, especially since Renault had me cum inside her. From what little I understood about girls, I thought that Cheyenne probably came, too, but I wasn’t totally sure.
After we were done, Renault gave us the money and let us get some sleep. The next morning he paid us to fuck again, and when we left his apartment we had four thousand dollars burning holes in our pockets. We went straight to the Greyhound station and bought two tickets to Spokane.
When we got there, we pretty quickly made contact with our Mom and by the end of the week were living not in an apartment, but in a very nice house with a cool little yard and everything! We never told her where we got the money from, and thankfully she never asked. I knew she was happy that we had stability in our lives again.
Cheyenne and I had sex a few more times after we moved to Spokane. We didn’t do it too much. It never became a regular thing, but we enjoyed it when we did do it. Eventually, though, my sister moved on and got herself a boyfriend.
Shortly after that, much to my surprise, I got one myself. Despite how much I’d enjoyed fucking my sister and despite how much I thought I’d liked girls, it turned out that I was actually more interested in boys. Apparently things with Blake hadn’t just been a passing fancy. Once I started dating guys, there was no turning back for me, and I haven’t fucked any girls since.
It was a pretty odd experience, that night in Renault’s shower. It led to a strange place with my sister and I, but it also led us to all new levels of happiness as we were reunited with our mom in a brand new home in a brand new town.
I wonder, from time to time, if Renault is paying any other kids to fuck for him like we did. I hope so, and I hope that it works out as well for them as it did for us.
THE END
Copyright 2005 by Alex Hawk, all rights reserved. Exitus acta probat, which these days seems to be more the motto of our country than e plurabis unam.
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This was a fun little tale, I thought. I’ve always wanted to write a story about a brother and sister who got paid to have sex with each other. I hope you all liked it as much as I did.
It’s also part of a series called “Ave Rats”, which centers around the homeless kids who live in Seattle’s University District on a street nicknamed “The Ave”. I don’t know how many parts there will be to the series or where I’ll go with it. But I do know that it’ll feature different characters each time, much like what I have in mind for the other “In the FLiN” stories.
Like always, make sure you look over the contest, the stories, the guide to seduction and all the other fine things on my site! www.alexhawk.com is coming soon!
