A Thing as Pure as Love

A Thing as Pure as Love – Chapter One

October 16, 2008

A Thing as Pure as Love – Chapter One
By
Alex Hawk

It was hard for me to tell which was worse. The feeling of my dad’s fist bashing into the side of my face, or the sound it made when it hit. As I fell to the ground, my vision going blurry for a few moments, I thought that it didn’t really matter. What mattered was that I was being hit to begin with.

“You stay the fuck out of this, Cunter!” my dad snarled. My real name was Hunter. He called me Cunter when he was drinking.

I slunk into the corner, holding my head as my dad turned towards my little sister, Cassie, and slapped her again.

“You little slut! You whore!”

“I’m sorry, Daddy!” Cassie whimpered.

“Sorry? Oh, you’re not sorry yet, but you’re going to be!”

This had all started when our dad came home after hearing a rumor that Cassie had been fucked by one of the boys at school. I didn’t know if it was true. She was only twelve, so it probably wasn’t. But he’d been drinking and he didn’t care. He got like this when he had booze.

He slapped Cassie hard a couple more times. I could see a little blood at the corner of her mouth.

“Please, Daddy!” she whimpered again. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry!”

“Ha! I’ll show you sorry!” Then Dad threw Cassie onto the couch. Once she was there, he reached down and roughly tore off her skirt and then her panties. Then he rolled her over and started smacking her bare backside. Hard. Very hard.

I shook my head, trying to clear the fuzz from my mind. I’d seen my dad in many rages in my fourteen years, but this was the worst ever. He was so… angry. And there was more than just anger, too. I didn’t know what.

Then my dad rolled Cassie onto her back, spread her legs and snarled, “So you like to fuck, huh?” Then he tore her shirt open, leaving my sister nude. My eyes were drawn instantly to the small space between her legs. There were just a few strands of hair over a small slit. It was fascinating.

And now I knew with a full, certain dread exactly what was going to happen next. I watched, feeling numb as my dad reached down and started fumbling with his pants. Cassie knew, too, and had a horrified look on her face.

There was no way I could let this happen. I had to do something! I rose to my feet and, staggering slightly, made my way into the kitchen. I grabbed the large carving knife out of the block and went back into the living room where my dad had managed to get his pants open, and was reaching into his underwear.

“Please, no Daddy! Don’t!” Cassie screamed.

He punched her in the face again. “Shut up, slut!”

That was it. A blood-red haze fell over my vision. I came up behind my father with the knife in my hand. I lifted it up high and plunged it down into his back, feeling tissue, muscles and sinew spreading wide around the knife blade.

My dad let out a strange gurggling scream and started to turn around. I grabbed the knife and pulled it out of him, then plunged it back down again and again and again and again. I kept stabbing, letting all my rage and fury go out of my body and into the knife. I lost track quickly as to how many times I stabbed him, but I know it was a lot.

Finally I stopped as my father fell onto the carpet. I knew he was dead. I’d killed him. My own father. I was distantly amazed at how much blood there was. It was all over me, him, the couch and Cassie’s naked body. I looked over at her, breathing hard.

“Hunter,” Cassie whispered. She leapt up off the couch and threw herself into my arms, crying and sobbing and saying my name over and over again. I dropped the knife to the floor and held her tight, starting to cry myself as I realized what I’d done. We fell to the floor, continuing to hold each other and cry for a good half hour or so. We were crying for each other, for ourselves and even for our dad.

Eventually the tears stopped. Cassie was still whimpering a little, but now my mind was in overdrive, trying to figure out what to do next. I knelt down next to my father’s bloody corpse and thought about what I should do now. It took me a few minutes, but finally I made up my mind.

“Cassie?”

“Wha… what?” she said with a little hiccup. She was never a pretty crier, even when she was naked. One part of my mind was noticing that her nude body was rather attractive, but I pushed that out of my head.

“We have to leave.”

“What?” She looked up at me. “Leave?”

“Yes. We can’t stay here. The police are going to know who did this.”

“What? But you saved me from him! They can’t get you in trouble for that… can they?”

I shook my head. “I don’t know for sure,” I admitted. “But I don’t want to find out the hard way and be wrong. We have to leave.” Our dad had taught us never to trust the police. In retrospect this was probably because he didn’t want us to report him for child abuse. No matter his reasons, he’d made us rather paranoid.

“Where will we go?”

“I don’t know for sure.” I went over to the coffee table and picked up my father’s wallet. It was the Friday of Memorial Day Weekend, 1976, and he’d been paid today. I opened it up and looked inside, counting out one-hundred dollars.

“There’s some money here,” I said. “We can take this and get out of town. It’ll be enough to live on for a while.”

“But… I don’t want to leave. All my friends… our school…”

“I know, Cassie,” I said gently. “Look, I guess you don’t have to leave if you don’t want to, but I do. At least until we find out what the police will do about this.”

Cassie sat there silently for a few seconds and then said, “I can’t let you leave without me. If you have to leave, I have to go with you.”

I nodded. “Alright. Look, go get a shower. Get cleaned up. Then pack up some clothes. Not too much. Just a suitcase and your backpack. Just stuff you’re going to need, ok?”

“Ok.” She stood up. “Hunter?”

“Yeah?”

“Thank you.”

I nodded and tried not to look at my father’s dead body. I was a murderer now, I realized. “You’re welcome. Now get cleaned up.”

“Alright.”

Cassie vanished to the bathroom. I stripped down to my boxers and threw the bloody clothes into the corner of the room. Then I just stood there, looking at the body of the man I’d just killed, and lost myself in my thoughts.

Eventually I heard Cassie’s voice. “Hunter?” She walked into the living room wrapped in a towel. “I’m done in the shower. You should take one, too.”

“Right,” I said with a ragged sigh. I walked past my sister and went into the bathroom where I tossed my boxers aside and spent about twenty minutes in the shower. When I finally felt clean enough, I got out of the shower. I toweled off and went to my bedroom where I got dressed and started packing.

Cassie came into my room. “Hunter? I’m all packed up.”

I nodded. “Ok. I’ll be ready soon. Go into the kitchen and get all the food you can, ok? All the stuff we can easily carry with us. Like peanut butter and bread and stuff. Things that don’t need the fridge.”

“Ok.”

“Oh, and toss Dad’s beer into the trash,” I added as an afterthought.

Cassie grinned a grim smile. “No problem.”

I took one last look around my bedroom. There was so much I wanted to take with me but couldn’t. So much I’d never see again. My comic books, my records, my posters. I at least made sure to find room in my bag for my favorite books. Heinlein, Asimov and Bradburry would be going with me wherever I went.

I joined my sister in the kitchen just as she finished tossing the last of Dad’s beer into the garbage. I put a hand on her shoulder.

“You ready?” I asked.

“Are you sure we have to do this?” Cassie said, looking up at me.

I nodded. “I’m sure,” I lied. I was anything but sure, but it seemed like the right thing. Dad had always told us the police would try to screw us over at any chance. If they found me… well… I didn’t want to think about it.

“Alright,” Cassie said with a sigh. “Let’s go.”

The two of us left the house and walked out into the night. Cassie looked back at the house as we left. I didn’t.

Two hours later, Cassie and I had made our way from our family’s house in Queens out to Grand Central Station. During the trip, I’d formulated a little plan. We would go to Los Angeles, where our mother lived. We didn’t know exactly where she was. We had no address or phone number. But we knew she was out there.

When we got to Grand Central, I bought two tickets to Washington, DC. It took up a decent chunk of our money. I could have afforded two direct tickets to LA, but I figured it would be best to take a longer route in case the police ended up chasing us.

Once we were on the train, I let out a faint sigh of relief. It seemed like we’d gotten away clear so far. I wondered how long our luck would last?

Cassie snuggled up next to me. I put my arm around her, feeling very protective. I’d killed my father in order to save my sister. What a weird thing to think about. It still hadn’t really sunk in yet.

I actually managed to doze off for a bit as we rode on the train. I woke up just as we were getting into the DC suburbs. Cassie was sleeping in my arms still. I gently shook her to wake her up.

“We’re almost there,” I said.

“Ok.”

As we rode into DC, I looked around. There was red, white and blue bunting everywhere. Not only was it Memorial Day Weekend, but the Bicentennial was in July. I wondered where Cassie and I would be then.

When the train stopped we got off and stood there in the station, momentarily lost while I tried to figure out what we should do next. Finally I settled on getting a cab and asking the driver to take us to a cheap hotel. He put the car into gear and we rode in silence to a hotel.

Once there we went to the front desk, paid for a room (twenty dollars), and then made our way into the room we’d rented. It wasn’t much. Just a pair of beds, a bathroom, a dresser, a TV, nothing really big. Some really bad paintings on the wall.

“How long are we going to stay here, Hunter?”

I shrugged. “I don’t know. Probably only a couple days.”

“Ok.”

We watched TV for a little bit, but it was getting late and we needed to sleep. We turned the television off and eventually drifted off and dreamed, images of my father’s dead body mixing with images of my sister’s naked body.

* * *

I woke up at about 7:30, disoriented and wondering where I was. Then it all came flooding back, especially the knife. I’d never forget the knife. It was currently inside my suitcase, where it would stay until I figured out a safe way to get rid of it.

I reached down and gave my hard penis a couple tugs. It was always erect when I woke up. Most mornings I’d just jerk off and take care of it. But with my sister sleeping not more than five feet away, I thought it would be a bad idea.

Sighing, I got up out of bed and went to take a shower. By the time I got out, Cassie was awake and watching TV.

“Hey.”

“Hey,” she said back.

“I’ve got an idea for today,” I said.

“What?”

“I’m going to go to McDonald’s and get us some food. Then I’ll come back and we can eat. After that, I’m going to head out, get a bus and see if I can get to the suburbs. Find some people who need their lawn mowed. If I mow four lawns a day, our room is covered and if I mow five, then we have food. All that without having to use up any of our money.”

“Ok.”

I gave Cassie a hug. “You gonna be ok when I’m gone?”

“Yeah, I’ll be fine.”

“Alright.”

As I rode on the bus out to the suburbs around Washington City, I thought about what I’d done when I killed my dad. I didn’t really feel any guilt or sadness about it. I didn’t feel any pride or sense of accomplishment, either. Really, all that I felt was that I’d done what had needed to be done. I’d killed my dad just like squashing a bug. I knew I should feel more than that. Maybe I would later.

I finally got out to what seemed to be a suitable area. I left the bus and started walking around, knocking on doors and offering to mow lawns, trim bushes, clean gutters or whatever else it was people needed to have done. I ran into two problems quickly. I didn’t have a lawn mower of my own, and since it was Memorial Day Weekend, lots of people weren’t home.

But I did have some luck. Two homes in a row wanted me to mow their lawns and one needed me to clean out their gutters, so I ended up with fifteen dollars quickly. One more job and I’d have enough money to pay for the hotel room for another night!

It was at the last place I visited that something strange happened.

I knocked on the door and a woman answered. She was pretty attractive, I guessed. Nothing big, but not bad. She was probably in her early thirties. She smiled at me.

“Can I help you?”

I nodded. “I actually hope I can help you. I’m going around trying to find work to do. Cleaning, yard work, anything.”

“Oh, yes? How much would you charge to get the leaves out of my pool?”

“Five dollars,” I said, promptly.

“Good. That lazy husband of mine won’t ever do it.” She smiled. “My name is Norma, by the way.”

“I’m Hunter,” I said, shaking her hand. “Where’s your pool?”

“This way.” Norma lead me back to her backyard where I saw a fairly good sized pool. My heart sank a little. I knew it was going to take so long I wouldn’t be able to do any other work, but at least I’d make some money here.

I picked up the skimmer and got to work. It wasn’t very much fun. Her pool was just full of crap. Leaves, mostly. It took me over two hours to finally get everything done. When I was finished, I walked into the house.

“Done,” I said, coming up to Norma. She was watching President Ford talking on the news.

“Yeah? Let’s have a look.” She stood up and walked over to the window, peering out at the pool. “Very nice, Hunter.”

“Thank you.”

She placed her hand on my head and ruffled my hair a little. “Come on. I’ll get your money.”

“Ok.”

I followed Norma upstairs to the bedroom where she rooted around in her purse.

“Hmmm…” she said after a moment. “I seem to only have a twenty.”

“Oh! Well, I can make change,” I said, reaching into my pocket.

“Well… don’t worry about it, Hunter. You’re obviously working hard and you seem to really need the money.” Norma held out the bill to me. “Keep the change.”

“Wow, really?” I smiled widely. “Gee, thanks!”

“No problem.” She smiled at me again. “You’re a very nice boy, Hunter.”

“Thanks.”

“Really cute, too.”

I was taken aback. “Uh… thanks.”

“Do you have a girlfriend?”

Totally lost as to why she was asking that, I said, “No? Why?”

“Just wondering.” Smiling again she put her hand on my chest. “A boy as cute as you should have girls lining up for him.”

My heart was beating fast. I had no idea where this was going or what to do. “Thanks,” I settled for saying again.

Norma licked her lips and then, to my incredible surprised, leaned forward and kissed me on the lips. I stood there, shocked for a moment, and before I could really adjust to that, she moved her mouth down and kissed me on the neck. I was completely floored by this. What the hell was going on? She had a husband, right? Why was she kissing me?

“Lay down, Hunter,” Norma said, pushing me gently onto her bed. I let her push me down, still unsure about what was going on.

“Norma? What-”

“Shhhh.” She put her finger on my lips. “Don’t say anything, ok?”

I nodded.

Norma kissed me on the mouth again and then placed her hand on my jeans. She unbuttoned and unzipped them, reaching inside, into my underwear, and pulling out my extremely hard teenage penis. Then she moved her head down slowly, and before I knew what was happening, I felt the luscious sensation of her mouth slipping down around the shaft of my virgin erection.

I let out a little moan. I’d heard of blowjobs before, but I never thought I’d be getting one, especially from an older woman. I never felt anything so good before! Her tongue and lips were slipping around all over my penis, giving me more pleasure than I’d ever experienced in all my fourteen years. I stopped questioning why this was happening and simply laid back, closed my eyes, and enjoyed it.

Norma apparently knew exactly what she was doing, too. She was obviously trying to prolong this experience for me as much as she could. She’d get me to the brink of an orgasm and then pull back, then push me towards it again. All in all, my first ever blowjob ran about fifteen minutes before I finally released a series of gasping moans and felt my penis start pulsing inside Norma’s mouth, my sperm firing down her throat.

When I was done cumming, I laid there on Norma’s bed, panting, my mind spinning. She moved back up and smiled at me as she wiped her mouth off.

“And how was that for a tip?” she asked.

I grinned a little. “I… liked that…”

“Was that your first blowjob?”

I nodded.

“Good.” She reached down and squeezed my penis then looked at the clock. “You should get going. My husband will be home soon.”

“Ok.” I stood up and pulled my pants up then was escorted downstairs by Norma.

“Thanks for all your hard-” she grabbed my penis through my pants, “-work.”

“Thank you,” I said with a dazed grin.

Minutes later I was back on the bus heading back to downtown DC, thinking all about what had just happened, unbearably horny and very happy. I stopped by McDonald’s again, getting some food for my sister and I, then went back to our lodgings.

When I got back to the hotel, I paid for another night and went to the room.

“I’m back,” I said, opening the door.

Cassie leapt off her bed and gave me a big hug. “Oh, Hunter, I was so worried without you being here.”

“Hey, it’s ok.” I hugged her back. “I got plenty of money and I got us some food, too.”

“Really? Cool!”

I divided the food and sat there eating with my sister as we watched tv. It was almost normal. Almost. But my mind kept flipping between images of my sister’s naked body on the couch, my dad’s dead body on the floor and how it had felt when Norma gave me the blowjob.

Before I went to sleep I went into the shower, partly to get clean and partly to jerk off. I mostly thought about Norma’s mouth around my penis, but also thought about my sister when I’d seen her naked. She was the only girl I’d ever seen nude before, and I told myself later that was why I’d wound up cumming while thinking about her.

END CHAPTER ONE

Copyright 2005 by Alex Hawk, all rights reserved. Trahimur omnes studio laudis, so send me some, damnit!

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A Thing as Pure as Love – Chapter Two

October 16, 2008

A Thing as Pure as Love – Chapter Two
By
Alex Hawk

One week later my sister and I were in Charleston, South Carolina. My efforts at earning money had been sporadic after that first day, and we were down to only fifty bucks when we rolled into town. Thankfully we were able to find a hotel in easy walking distance from the bus station.

“We need a room, please.”

“Alright,” said the bored looking manager. “$14.95, please”

Well, at least the room was cheaper. When we go to the room, though, we saw that it had only one bed. I picked up the phone and dialed the front desk.

“Do you have any rooms with two beds?” I asked.

“No, but I’m sure you and your girlfriend will make arrangements just fine,” he said with a snicker and then hung up.

I scowled at the phone. “Looks like we just have this bed,” I said to Cassie. “You sleep on it, I’ll take the floor.”

Cassie shook her head. “You’re the one who’s going out and working. You should get a good night’s sleep. YOU sleep on the bed, and I’LL take the floor.”

“I’m not letting you sleep on the floor.”

Cassie shrugged. “Well… why don’t we share the bed? It’s big enough.”

I thought about that. There wasn’t any real reason not to. “Ok.”

Cassie and I sat up and watched TV for a while, but there wasn’t really anything much on. Finally she said, “I wanna get to sleep.”

“Ok.”

I turned off the TV and turned off the light before the two of us stripped down to our underwear. Once we were largely unclothed we crawled into bed and went to sleep.

Or at least Cassie went to sleep.

I had almost drifted off when Cassie turned around in her sleep and backed up, snuggling against me. Since I was lying on my side, this meant that her butt was now rubbing against my crotch. My virgin penis hardened instantly. I felt my pulse quicken at the unexpected contact of her body against mine.

I swallowed hard, trying to think about what I should do now. What I should do, I guessed, was pull away. I started to do so, but Cassie whimpered and pushed closer to me, something that really made my penis twitch.

Not wanting to wake up Cassie, I simply put an arm around her and held her tight, trying to calm myself down, willing my erection to go away and wishing that I was somewhere else. Maybe if I just ignored these feelings they’d go away and I could get to sleep.

My sister whispered something in her sleep and moved slightly under my hand. I felt a strange, soft mound under my palm and after a moment I realized that I must have had her breast in my hand.

My penis, which had softened very, very slightly, now returned to being completely hard. I was holding one of my sister’s breasts! I could feel the gentle mound and the hard nipple underneath the thin fabric of her undershirt. It was incredible.

Now what should I do, I wondered. I squeezed Cassie’s breast very gently, very tenderly. It was soft and warm and yielding. I wondered what it would feel like to actually touch it for real, not just over the cloth of her shirt.

I knew it wouldn’t be right for me to try. But it’s not like it would actually be WRONG, would it? I mean, I’d just be touching, just feeling, seeing what it was like. I wouldn’t actually be doing anything bad.

Cassie’s undershirt was sleeveless. It was an easy matter to pull my hand away from her breast and slowly slide it under the fabric. I felt the softness of my sister’s skin, and then, as I traced my fingertips along, I could feel a gentle, sloping curve start to form.

Swallowing hard again, I moved my fingertips along the mound until I found them brushing against Cassie’s nipple. Slowly, gently, I stretched my palm out until I was completely cupping her small breast.

I was actually touching my sister’s bare breast! My penis twitched against her butt. Oh, god, this was soooo fantastic! I couldn’t believe I was actually doing this! It was the most wonderful thing in my entire life! I started wondering, in the back of my mind, what else I could do.

Then a horrible mental image of my father between Cassie’s legs, her naked, vulnerable body under him as he unzipped, getting ready to do something horrible to her.

Strangling a little scream, I jumped out of bed and dashed into the bathroom, standing at the sink and breathing hard, not daring to look into the mirror. Oh, god, what had I done? I’d just almost molested my sister! I’d almost…. I shook my head. I was turning into my father. That evil, booze swilling bastard. I was turning into him! No right, good, decent person would do what I’d just done!

I splashed some cold water onto my face and then looked into the mirror. I’d almost made a terrible mistake in there as I’d laid next to my sister. I vowed that it would never, ever happen again. I loved my little sister. I’d killed to protect her. I couldn’t ever let myself turn into someone that would harm her.

Shakily I made my way back into the bedroom. Cassie was peacefully asleep. I pulled the blanket up over her somewhat exposed body, gave her a kiss on the cheek, and grabbed a pillow from the bed. I laid it and myself down on the floor and finally, eventually, drifted off to a sound sleep.

* * *

The bus ride to Atlanta was very bumpy, almost to the point of making me car-sick. It’d been a month since Cassie and I had left our home in New York. We were taking a long time to get to LA, but it seemed like a good idea to take it slow, just in case the police were on our tail.

Cassie was sleeping, a small transistor radio on her lap. I’d bought it for her the day we’d left Charleston. We’d done pretty well there. I’d been able to get enough money that I knew we’d be able to be ok until we reached Atlanta. After there, I didn’t know what would happen to us financially, but our plan seemed to be working out well so far.

Cassie hadn’t said anything about that night in the motel room. She’d asked me why I’d wound up sleeping on the floor, but I’d made up an excuse about the mattress being uncomfortable. I’d kept myself from sleeping next to her ever since then. I just couldn’t risk turning into my dad.

When we finally got into Atlanta we checked ourselves into our standard flophouse hotel. This room was nicer than most, but still not great. It was also more expensive than we were used to. I thought about a cheaper place, but cheaper than this would have been really, really bad.

The next morning I set about trying to find some work to do. I was really hard, though. I went out to the suburbs and tried to find people who needed their lawns mowed, only to find out that there was pretty much no one who wanted me to work for them. Oh, there were a few. Enough to keep Cassie and I in our room, but not enough for us to get ahead. Not enough even to cover food. We were working our savings down to nothing.

Finally on the fifth day of looking for someone who needed work done, I knocked on the door of an old, grand looking house. The door was opened by an even older, grand looking black man in a nice suit.

“Help you, suh?”

“Yeah, I’m looking for some work to do. Yard work, house work, whatever. I just need to earn some money. I’ll do just about everything.”

The man looked me over. “You just wait right here. I’ll get Mister O’Daniels for you. This is his house.”

“Alright.”

I stood there, shifting my weight from foot to foot, wondering if I’d be able to do anything. Finally, after waiting nearly five minutes, the door was opened again by another man. He looked to be in his fifties. He was wearing a white suit and carrying a drink of some sort. He smiled at me.

“Kensworth says y’all are lookin’ for some work?”

“Yes, sir,” I said with a nod.

“Hmmm.” The man looked me over from head to toe. “How old are you, boy?”

“Fourteen, sir.”

He reached out and placed a hand on my arm, squeezing gently. “You’re in pretty good shape. Must work out a lot.”

“I get lots of exercise doing yard work,” I hinted.

“Come on inside.”

As I followed the man inside, I looked at his house. It was very nicely decorated, but it had an odd smell of age to it. It distantly reminded me of my grandmother’s house.

“What’s your name, boy?”

“Hunter, sir.”

“Hunter? A good name. My name is Ashleigh.”

“Like the guy from ‘Gone With the Wind’?”

Ashleigh smiled a thin smile. “Exactly. My mother knew Margret Mitchell, you know.”

“She did?”

“Oh, yes. Come. Let’s go to the drawing room.”

We went into a small room devoid of any easels or anything that might be used for drawing. I sat down on a slightly dusty old couch with red upholstery.

“Kensworth! Oh, Kensworth!” Ashleigh called out. Kensworth came into the room.

“Yes, suh?”

“Why don’t you bring our young caller a Coca-Cola?”

“Yes, suh.”

Kensworth shuffled off as Ashleigh turned towards me. “Kensworth has worked for our family as long as I can remember. His father even used to work for us.”

“Oh, ok.”

Kensworth returned in a moment with a bottle of Coke on a silver tray. He set it down on a coaster in front of me and then shuffled off, closing the drawing room doors behind him.

“So, Hunter. What brings a young boy like you around lookin’ for work?”

I licked my lips. “Well… my sister and I are on our way to Los Angeles. Our father died recently and we’re trying to get out there to find our mother. We don’t have a huge amount of money, so I’ve been doing basic work for people as we go.”

“Why, what a good brother you are, to take care of your sister that way!” Ashleigh said with a smile as he took a sip of his drink.

“I try to do what I can, sir.” I took a sip of my Coke. It was really, really good.

He smiled again and set his drink down. “Sadly, young Hunter, I have to confess. I don’t have any work around the house that needs doing. Kensworth does most of it, and what he doesn’t do, his nephews take care of. Those people all stick together, you know,” he said. “They help one another out.”

“I see.” I was disappointed, but at least I’d gotten a Coke out of it.

“Now, don’t look so downcast, young Hunter. There may be something we can work out.”

“Oh?”

Ashleigh took another sip of his drink and set it down with a happy sigh. “Kensworth does know how to do the most amazing things with a mint julep.” He smiled at me. “I have a proposition for you, Hunter.”

“Ok.”

“You’re a very attractive young man.”

“Uh… thanks?” I was confused, but not worried.

“I’ll make you a deal, Hunter.” He reached into his pocket and pulled out an old looking wallet, from which he pulled five new looking twenty dollar bills.

“What sort of deal?” I asked, my eyes fixed onto the money as he set it on the table.

“I like you, Hunter. I like attractive young men.”

“You do?”

“Oh, yes.” He smiled again. “So here’s the deal. If you’ll undress and let me have a look at you, I’ll give you twenty dollars.”

“Undress?” I squeaked. He wanted to see me naked?

“That’s right.” He took a calm sip of his drink.

“Oh. I can’t… I mean…”

“It’s very easy, Hunter. All you have to do is undress and let me see you in the nude. Then you get twenty dollars.”

My mind spun while I looked down at the money on the table. I wondered distantly what I’d need to do to get the other bills. It wouldn’t be so bad, I knew, just to take off my clothes and let him see me naked. It would get me money. Then I could always go out and try to do some more yard work.

“Alright,” I said softly.

“Wonderful.” Ashleigh sat back in his chair and said, “In your own time, Hunter.”

I stood up and rather shakily pulled my shirt up and off my body. Then I reached down and unbuttoned and unzipped my pants. I paused long enough to kick off my shoes and then removed my pants. Finally I let my briefs slide down my body and stood there nude before this rather strange man.

Ashleigh took a sip of his drink and let out a soft sigh. “Very nice, Hunter. Very nice. You’re quite a beautiful boy.”

“Thank you, sir,” I mumbled.

“Turn around.”

I turned around in place, showing my entire body to him.

“Very nice,” he murmured. He handed me a twenty. “I’ll give you another one if you get yourself hard,” he replied, gesturing towards my mostly soft penis.

“Really?”

“Yes.”

Closing my eyes I thought about what it had felt to have Cassie’s breast in my hand as I reached down and touched my penis. It didn’t take much more than that before I was completely hard.

“Oh, very wonderful. Very, very wonderful.”

“Thank you.”

I was a little creeped out by all this, but I needed the money, so I let my mind wander elsewhere while this was going on. At least he wasn’t trying to touch me or anything. I wondered if I’d let him if he did? Of course I would, if he had the cash.

Setting a second twenty on the table, Ashleigh said, “Now. Do you want the other three of these, Hunter?”

“Yes, sir.”

Smiling, Ashleigh said, “I bet you do. Well, it’s really easy to get.”

“Alright.” I wondered what he had in mind.

“All you have to do, dear young Hunter, is just lay down on that there couch and… enjoy yourself. Until you’re done.”

My mind processed this. “You want me to jerk off until I cum?”

“Rather a bit crudely put, but yes.”

“And I get the rest of the money?”

“That’s right.”

I licked my lips. I didn’t really want to do it, but it wasn’t all THAT bad of a deal. My penis was still really hard, and I hadn’t had the chance to masturbate in over a week. Getting off would be pretty nice. And if I got paid to do it… well…

“Ok.” I laid down on the couch. “Once I’m done cumming that’s it, right?”

“Right.”

“Ok.” I closed my eyes and took my penis in my hand, stroking it rapidly. I didn’t really want to waste any time. I wanted to make sure that I came pretty fast. I didn’t want to be doing this for too long.

To help myself cum, I pictured various girls, like I always did, and thought about all sorts of sex acts. That was usually enough. At least this felt good. There were certainly worse ways to earn money, that was sure.

After about five minutes, I really wanted to get off and get out of here, and it just didn’t seem to be happening. My mind had been trying to drift down a certain path the entire time I’d been masturbating and finally I figured I might as well let it go there.

So it was that I started remembering, once again, how it had felt to be cupping my sister’s breast and what it was like having her butt pressing against my penis as she slept. I started wondering about what was between her legs. I’d seen it that one night, of course, but I started to wonder what it would be like to touch it, to kiss it, to slide my penis inside of her vagina and… and… and…

I let out a series of sharp gasps as my penis began to convulse in my hand, my sperm flying out all over my naked body as I laid there on this strange, dusty old couch. It was far from the best orgasm I’d ever had, but it certainly wasn’t the worst.

As I began to recover, I looked over at Ashleigh. He was simply looking at my naked body, his drink still in his hand. With his other hand he reached into his suit and pulled out a small handkerchief. He dabbed at his upper lip briefly and then tossed it to me.

“Clean yourself up, now.”

I wiped up my sperm and handed the handkerchief back. Ashleigh folded it neatly and put it down on the table.

“Can I get dressed now?”

“Certainly.”

As I got dressed, Ashleigh put the rest of the money on the table and stood up.

“You’ve done very well here today, Hunter. Enjoy the money. I hope it helps you and your dear sister. Kensworth will see you out.”

With that he left the room and just as I finished dressing, Kensworth came into the room.

“Are you ready to leave, suh?”

“Yes, sir.” I followed Kensworth towards the front door, stuffing the money into my pocket as I went. He handed me one last Coke and then shut the door behind me.

I made my way back to the motel, my mind spinning. I felt a lot of guilt about the fact that I’d climaxed while thinking about fucking my little sister. That was just wrong, no question about it.

Well, so far since we’d been on the road, I’d had a woman give me a blowjob and now an older man had paid me to masturbate in front of him. What was WITH these people? Still, it had made me enough cash that I was no longer worried about what Cassie and I would do for the next few days. That made it all worthwhile.

END CHAPTER TWO

Copyright 2005 by Alex Hawk, all rights reserved. Mea mihi conscientia pluris est quam omium sermo.

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A Thing as Pure as Love – Chapter Three

October 16, 2008

A Thing as Pure as Love – Chapter Three
By
Alex Hawk

On the first of July we pulled into our first stop in Texas. Houston. We were excited to see the town where the space program lived! It was really neat! We didn’t get the chance to go see NASA or anything, but just knowing we were in the same place was cool.

We wound up in a motel called “The Space Station”. It had lots of cool stars and moons on the wallpaper. There was a really neat model of a Saturn V in the motel office. I really liked it!

The rooms were even cheaper than most anything we’d encountered. The only bad part was that, just like the motel in Charleston, we were stuck with just one bed. I asked the guy in the office if they had more with two-beds, but they didn’t. I talked with Cassie about going to another place, but she really didn’t want to, so we settled in.

The other thing that sucked was that Texas in July is HOT. Even at 11:00 at night when we thought about going to sleep it was still really hot in our room. I opened up a window, but it was still way warm. Finally we ended up just stripping down to our underwear and laying on top of the blankets on the bed.

I sighed slightly as I laid there next to Cassie. It wasn’t fair, I thought. I don’t know WHAT wasn’t fair, but I knew that I had a massive hard-on from the moment we laid down together. Oh, well. I figured I’d try my best to just sleep and ignore it.

I know I dozed off faintly, but when I woke up, I had Cassie snuggled up next to me again, her butt pressed once again against my hard penis. I froze completely, scared to move. I wanted so much to touch my sister, but I really knew I shouldn’t.

I thought it would be ok, though, if I put an arm around her. She was my sister, after all. It could be comforting to her to have her big brother protecting her. Yes. That made sense. I put an arm around her upper body.

Cassie sighed and snuggled closer to me. I swallowed really hard. This was just not fair, really. I wanted to much to just touch one of her breasts again. Very casually, almost unintentionally, I allowed my hand to drop onto the soft mound on her chest.

She didn’t move, didn’t stir, didn’t do anything. I took a deep breath, smelling the scent of the shampoo in her hair. God, she was wonderful. Surely she wouldn’t mind if I just slipped my hand under her shirt, would she? Of course not. It wouldn’t hurt anything.

Very slowly, very carefully, my hand shaking and my penis throbbing, I moved my hand around and under Cassie’s thin undershirt once more, cupping her small, rounded breast, feeling the nipple hard against the palm of my hand. I let out a small sigh of contentment. Wow, this was sweet.

Cassie drew in a deep breath suddenly, and just that quickly I had my hand out of her shirt and was laying there quietly beside her.

“Hunter…?” Cassie whispered quietly.

I said nothing.

“Hunter?”

“What?”

Cassie was silent for a moment and then said, “Why did you take your hand away?”

Now I went quiet for a moment before I said, “Do you want me to put it back?”

“I liked it,” she replied. “It felt nice.”

Licking my lips, I put my arm back around my sister’s warm body, letting my hand rest on her breast. “Like this?” I whispered softly.

“Yeah… I like that… it makes me feel safe…”
I laid there next to Cassie, afraid to move, afraid to breathe, afraid to do much of anything that might break this spell. It was one of the most erotic, wonderful, tense moments of my young life.

Eventually I must’ve drifted off to sleep, because I recall waking up after the sun was up, my hand still inside my sister’s shirt, still cupping her nascent breast. I carefully pulled away and went into the bathroom, where I very quickly jerked off, thinking about my sister as my sperm blasted out of my teenage penis.

* * *

Cassie and I decided to spend the next few days in Houston. We had a little money set aside, which meant that we could afford to stay here as long as I did some work. Plus the Fourth of July was coming up, and since it was the Bicentennial we really wanted to be able to see fireworks and the like.

We spent July second wandering around the city on the bus, just seeing things and buying some groceries and stuff. We even went to an amusement park, though it cost us more money that I would have liked. It was just really nice getting to spend a day just being kids and not having to think about getting to California.

That night we went out to see “Jaws”. Our dad hadn’t let us see it last year when it was first out, but there was a cheap theatre that was showing it in Houston that week. It was pretty impressive! The shark was really scary and my sister nearly jumped out of her seat a couple of times. I was pretty unnerved, too, but I wouldn’t show it.

When we got back to the hotel all that we could talk about was how cool the movie had been and how fun it had been to see it together. We’d stopped by
McDonald’s on the way back and just had a nice, pleasant evening relaxing together.

Once it was time for bed, I stripped down to my boxers like usual. As I was laying down, Cassie said, “Hunter?”

“Yeah?”

“Will you hold me again? Like you did last night?”

I blinked. “Sure. If you want me to.”

“Ok.” With that Cassie pulled off her pants and her shirt, leaving her in just an undershirt. Then to my surprise and happiness, she pulled that off, too, and got onto the bed next to me in just her panties.

I looked at her small breasts as she laid down. They looked so magnificent. The idea that I was going to be holding one of them all night really blew my mind. I knew the thoughts I was thinking were wrong and shameful, but I couldn’t stop them no matter how hard I tried.

Once she was on the bed, Cassie backed up against me so that we were spooning. I placed my hand over her breast and pulled her body tight against mine. My penis hardened instantly. I willed it to go down, but I knew that wasn’t likely.

“This is really nice,” Cassie whispered.

“Yeah.”

“Hunter?”

“Yeah?”

“I never said… but… thank you. You know. For saving me.”

I frowned. “I’m pretty sure you said thanks that night.”

“Yeah… but… well… I mean you’ve done so much since then. You get us money, you get us to where we need to be, you came up with the whole idea of getting to California. You’ve done a lot. So thank you.”

“You’re welcome.” I gave her breast a tender squeeze.

Cassie giggled. “That felt nice.”

“It did?” I did it again.

“Yeah.”

I gave my sister’s breast another squeeze and then sort of massaged it a little, feeling the nice sensation of her nipple erect against my palm. I had the idea she was enjoying it, especially when she moaned a little.

“You like this?” I asked.

“Yeah…” She pushed her butt back against my erect penis, probably not even aware she was doing so.

“Lift up a little,” I said. Cassie lifted her body up a little and I slipped my other arm around her, reaching over to rest it on her other breast. It was a little awkward like this, but it was nice, too.

“That’s really nice, Hunter…” she whispered.

“I think so, too.” I moved right hand, which had been the first one on her breasts, down a little, to her stomach. “Is it ok having it here?”

“Yeah…” She paused. I could feel her heart beating fast. “You can move it a little lower, if you want…”

My hand froze. “I can?”

“Yeah…”

Swallowing hard, I moved my hand down until I felt the tips of my fingers against the waistband of her panties. “To here?”

“Yeah.”

I ran my fingers along the place where the elastic met her skin. I’d never touched anything so incredibly silky and smooth in my entire life.

“That’s really nice…” Cassie whispered again.

I couldn’t think of anything to say, so I just leaned forward slightly and kissed her tenderly on the neck. Cassie made a sound that was a cross between a giggle and moan and pushed back against me again.

Then she moved her arm, reaching back to place a hand on my hip. She pulled me towards her and I responded, grinding my penis into her butt once again.

“Is that your…?”

“Yeah. Do you want me to move away?” I asked, not even beginning to do so.

“No. It feels good.”

“It does?”

“Yeah.”

“When I do this?” I pushed against her again.

“Ooooh… yeah…”

I started pushing against her again with a regular rhythm as her hand moved off my hip and down onto my butt, resting there as I rubbed myself on her.

“Hunter…?”

“Yeah?”

“You can move your hand lower if you want.”

I swallowed again and whispered, “On the outside of your panties?”

Cassie was silent for several moments before she finally said, “You can put your hand inside if you want to.”

My hand shook slightly as I slipped it under the fabric of my sister’s panties and moved it down, feeling a couple strands of hair against the tips of my fingers. Moving lower I felt a small bump of some sort. When my fingers brushed against it, Cassie moaned.

I froze. “Something wrong?”

“No… no, it felt very good…”

I ran my fingertips across the bump a couple more times. “Like that?”

“Yeah…” She gave another little moan.

I wasn’t sure what I was supposed to do down there with my fingers, so I just moved them around the bump a few more times and then kind of probed around a little more. I felt my finger pass through some odd folds and come into contact with a small wet spot. When my fingers touched that, Cassie let out another hissing moan.

“Oh… oh, Hunter…” She put her hand on my arm and pulled me away a little. “Hang on a second.”

“Ok,” I replied, confused.

Cassie reached down and removed her panties, tossing them off the side of the bed. Now naked, she laid back down next to me and said, “Ok.”

Rather shyly, I put my hand back between my sister’s legs, rubbing gently at the bump with my palm while my fingertips rubbed around the small wet spot. At one point, I felt my finger start to slip inside, and as I sank it into her, I quickly figured out exactly where I was.

Cassie moaned again and pushed her now bare ass up against my erect penis as my finger entered her tight vagina. “Oh, yes…”

I couldn’t believe I was doing this! I was actually fingering my little sister, and she seemed to really be into it!

“Hunter…?”

“What?”

“Take off your boxers.”

My hand shook slightly as I pulled it away from Cassie’s vagina and slowly removed my boxers. Once they were off I laid back down and said, “Ok.”
Cassie backed up against me once more, her bare butt now rubbing directly against my bare penis. She reached back and ran a finger along the shaft.

“Is that it?”

“Yeah.”

Cassie turned over so that she was facing me. She put her hand around my penis and stroked it slowly. “Does this feel good?”

“Yeah…” I whispered.

“Touch me, too…”

I moved my hand back between my sister’s legs, working my finger back into her vagina as she masturbated me. It was really strange that we were doing this. Not that I was complaining, mind you.

“Oh, Hunter… this is so nice… I’ve wanted to do this for so long…”

“You have?” I asked in surprise.

“Yes.”

“Why?”

“Because I love you.”

“Oh.”

Cassie and I kept masturbating each other for a while. I tried varying what I was doing as I went. I fingered her fast, I did it slow, I rubbed her little bump directly, and I rubbed it indirectly. Sometimes I used my whole palm to stimulate her, sometimes just my fingertips. NO matter what I did, it seemed like she enjoyed it.

Just like I enjoyed what she was doing to me. She’d started off just stroking my penis, but soon she was switching her methods around. Sometimes fast, sometimes slow and just like with her, no matter what she did I enjoyed it.

As we kept stimulating each other the rate of Cassie’s breathing increased. Suddenly she let out a low, shuddering moan and I felt her vagina contract sharply around my fingers as her whole body shook. I didn’t know for sure what was going on, but she certainly seemed to like it.

“Oh, Hunter…” she moaned after the twitching had stopped. “Oh, Hunter… that was so wonderful…”

“What just happened?” I asked.

“I had… an orgasm…” she replied, still trying to get her breath back.

“Oh.” I thought about that. “I thought only boys had those.”

She shook her head. “No, girls do, too…”

“Oh, ok.”

Cassie sat up a little. “I wanna give you one, too.”

“Ok. Just keep doing what you were doing.”

“Alright.”

Cassie put her hand around my erection and started stroking it again. She must’ve noticed that the faster she went the harder I breathed and the more I reacted. So soon she was going faster and faster, and it wasn’t long before I felt my body tense as I let out a grunt, my penis kicking in my sister’s hand as my sperm fired out all over my naked body.

Cassie sat there looking at me in slight amazement as I came down from my orgasm. She shook her head. “That was messy.”

I laughed a little raggedly. “Yeah… yeah… that’s guys for you.”

“Is this stuff sperm?” she asked, dragging her finger through a puddle.

“Yeah.”

She sniffed at it. “Smells salty.”

“Yeah, well, it is.”

“Huh.” Then she reached down and rubbed it onto the bed. “We should get to sleep.”

“Yeah, we should.”

As the two of us settled down in bed, her body pressed once more against mine, I whispered to her, “Cassie?”

“Yeah?”

“I love you.”

“I love you, too, Hunter.”

And slowly we drifted off into contented sleep.

END CHAPTER THREE

Copyright 2005 by Alex Hawk, all rights reserved. Multi famam, conscientiam pauci verentur.

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