Alex Hawk

Emissary to the Gods

First Time, Incest, Necro, Siblings, Snuff, Straight, Teens, Tweens | , ,

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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Doing It – Part Two

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October 20, 2008

Doing It – Part Two
By
Alex Hawk

“This isn’t a good idea, Emmet” Jack muttered as we crept quietly through the sleeping campground. It was about two in the morning, and needless to say, if we were caught it would be bad.

“It was YOUR idea!” I replied.

“Look, guys, we’re almost there, ok? All we gotta do is get into the cabin, grab what we’re there for and leave!” Jeff said.

“Why aren’t we doing this when they’re gone?” I asked for about the tenth time.

Jeff sighed. “There’s no point in a panty-raid if the people you’re raiding are gone.”

“Shut up, guys,” Jack said. “There’s the cabin.”

We paused behind a couple trees and looked at the cabin occupied by my sister Sally and her cabin-mates, Jessica and Molly. Our goal: sneak into the cabin wearing improvised masks, grab their underwear and sprint back to our own cabin. It was a stupid idea, but we were twelve, horny and bored.

Slowly, quietly, we crept towards the cabin, our ears attentive for anything unusual, our eyes searching around for signs of trouble. Nothing. All was clear. We moved ever forward and paused at the door to gather our wits. Then on the count of three we threw open the door and charged into the cabin at full speed!

No one was there.

We stood there in confusion for just an instant before Jeff said, “It’s a trap!”

As we turned to bolt from the cabin the door shut, and we were blinded by bright lights which turned out to be flashlights. As our eyes adjusted we saw the girls standing there in their nightgowns, obviously ready for us.

We were screwed.

“Well, well, well…” Molly began. “What have we here? Three lost boys, on their way to Neverland?”

“Uh… yes?” Jack hazzarded.

“No,” Molly said flatly. “Take off the masks.”

Sighing we each pulled our masks off. My sister let out a little laugh. “I KNEW that was you, Emmet.”

“Look, Sally, this wasn’t my idea,” I began.

“Save it boys,” said Jessica. “We caught you trying to raid us, and now you’re ours to punish.”

“Punish?” Jeff echoed weakly.

“Either you get punished by us or we turn you over to the counselors,” Sally said.

“Take your pick, boys,” Molly put in. “We’ll wait.”

I turned to Jack and Jeff. “You realize, right, that we’re fucked.”

Both of them nodded and Jeff elbowed Jack. “You idiot. This was your idea.”

“I didn’t expect them to know we were coming!” Jack protested.

“How DID they know we were coming?” I wondered.

“It doesn’t matter now. The main question we have to answer is do we do what they want or risk having the counselors punish us?” asked Jeff.

As we thought about this, I said, “Well, look, whatever they wanna do to us won’t be as bad as what the counselors want. And if they want us to do something really bad, all we have to do is call their bluff and get them in trouble for trying to blackmail us.”

“That makes sense,” Jack said as Jeff nodded.

I turned the girls. “Ok, what sort of punishment do you have in mind?”

“Well,” said Molly, “since you came here to steal our underwear it’s only fair that we should steal yours. So take off whatever underwear you have on and we’ll let you go.”

“Our underwear?” I echoed.

“Yep.”

I looked at the other boys who seemed to have appointed me leader. Great. Scowling a little I said, “Fine. Turn around and we’ll give them to you.”

“No, no, Emmet,” said Sally. “You take them off where we can watch.”

“What?!” Jack hissed loudly. “You can’t be serious!”

“We are,” Sally said in a tone that I knew from experience meant she was very serious.

“It’s simple boys,” said Jessica. “You take off your under and give them us while we watch or we turn you in to the counselors. It’s up to you.”

Jack and Jeff were both looking at me. I scowled again and said, “Fine, whatever. Though it’s a little sick that you wanna see my dick,” I said looking at my sister.

Sally smiled sweetly. “I don’t wanna see YOURS, Emmet.” She fixed her eye on Jeff who blushed.

“So get to it, boys!” called out Molly.

I looked at the other guys. “I don’t think we have a choice,” I said, reluctantly.

“Fine,” said Jack. “Let’s get it over with.”

At pretty much the same time, all three of us started to unzip and pull down our pants. We all stepped out of them and then, with me in the lead, we pulled off our boxers and passed them to the girls. I was at least a little relieved to notice that I wasn’t the only boy with a hardon.

The girls giggled a little as they stared at each of us. I felt my face growing hot, but knew there wasn’t anything I could do about it. I said, “Can we go now?”

“Sure, but you should probably pull up your pants first,” Molly said.

Blushing furiously, I pulled my pants up and after my cabin mates followed suit we made our way back to our cabin, the sound of the laughing girls echoing in our heads. As soon as we were inside and the door was shut, I said something very succinct.

“Well, fuck.”

“How did they know we were coming?” Jeff said.

“I don’t know. Sally was probably behind it somehow. It’s my sister’s style. I’ll find out eventually.”

Dejected we all sat down on our bunks in the darkness. Finally Jack said, “So now what?”

Slowly I said, “Now… we prepare our revenge.” And for the next ten minutes I outlined a plan. It was entirely evil and would be absolutely perfect. I couldn’t wait until morning to try it! We’d show the girls who was in charge.

END PART TWO

Copyright 2004 by Alex Hawk. If you break my copyright, I won’t be your friend anymore!

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Incest is Best

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August 18, 2009

Incest is Best
By
Alex Hawk

It was summer vacation and I was sitting in the living room watching television when my thirteen-year-old brother, Spencer, walked in. He looked at me for a moment and then sat down next to me. He seemed nervous, but I didn’t know why.

“Hey, Cassidy,” he said after a bit.

“What?”

“Can I ask you a favor?”

“Sure.” I loved my older brother and I’d do anything for him. Through the eleven years of my life, he’d always been there for me.

“Ok.” Spencer ran his fingers through his hair. “Well. Uhm. Ok, this is kind of a tough favor to ask.”

“Just ask,” I said. “I promise I’ll do it.”

“Don’t promise like that,” he warned. “You might not want to do it and I don’t want you to unless you really want to.”

“Ok, Spencer. What is it?”

“Well… ok, uhm. Are you into boys yet?”

I nodded. “Yeah, a little. There’s this boy named Jordan that I met at school last year that I really like. We even kissed a few times!” I confided.

Spencer smiled, showing his braces. “Cool. Cool. Well, ok. Uhm. So you know what boys and girls do together? You know, like other than kissing?”

It took me a moment, then I said, “Oh, wait. You mean sex?”

Spencer blushed. “Yeah.”

“Ok, what about it?”

“Well, you haven’t done it yet, right?”

I laughed. “No, of course not! All I did was kiss Jordan!”

“Yeah, well. Ok. Well, I haven’t done it yet, either.”

“Ok.”

“But one of my friends has. You know Gary, right? Well, he’s started doing it with his girlfriend.”

“Cool, I guess,” I said, feeling vaguely jealous for some reason. Spencer’s friend Gary was thirteen and really cute. I had a brief mental image of him naked on top of me and a tingle of pleasure went through my vagina, a part of my body I’d recently started to get very familiar with each night.

“He says it’s really fun and both of them like doing it. But they’re afraid of maybe having a baby, so they don’t do it as much as he wants.”

“Ok,” I said, having no idea where this is going.

“You haven’t, uhm… you haven’t started your… you know… periods, right?” he asked, blushing some more.

“No.”

“Ok. Have you thought about trying it with a boy?”

“Well, I think about it sometimes, yes,” I admitted. “But I don’t know if I will anytime soon.”

“Ok, but when you try it, you don’t want to get pregnant, right?”

“Of course not.”

“Ok. Well, if you start doing it before you have your periods, you can do it and not worry, cause you can’t get pregnant yet.”

“Really?” I asked. I hadn’t heard that before, but I thought about it a little and it did make sense.

“Really! So if you wanted to, you could try it and not worry.”

“Hmmm…” I thought about that for a bit and found that I kind of liked the idea.

“So do you think you’d want to try it?” Spencer asked into my thoughts. “Gary and his girlfriend both say it’s a lot of fun.”

“Maybe, if I found the right boy.”

“What would make him right?”

“Well, he’d have to be cute, and I’d have to really love him.”

“Anything else?”

I thought for a moment. “I don’t know. I’d have to trust him, too, I guess.”

“Of course.”

“Spencer, why are you asking me this stuff?”

Blushing once more, Spencer said, “Well. I mean, I haven’t done it yet and you haven’t done it yet so…” Taking a deep breath he said, “Well, the favor I was going to ask is if you’d like to, you know, try it. With me.”

My mind blanked for a second, and then caught up with me. “Wait, what? You mean, like, try sex with you?”

“Yeah. If you wanted to,” he added hurriedly. “I mean, we can both see what it’s like, and it’s supposed to be a lot of fun. Plus you can’t get pregnant yet, so there wouldn’t be any worries there.”

I wrinkled my nose. “But you’re my brother. Plus I’m only eleven.”

“So? Gary is thirteen and his girlfriend is twelve. And so we’re brother and sister, but so what? That’s only a problem when people can have babies and you’re not able to yet.”

“Yeah, but still.”

“Plus, I mean, I know I’m not really cute, but I’m not bad looking right?” I had no choice but to not, cause actually he was really cute. “And I know you love me, and I love you. I love you a lot. Plus we trust each other, right?”

“Yeah,” I said, slowly.

“So?” he persisted. “I mean, it can’t hurt anything, right?”

I shook my head. “I don’t know, Spencer.”

“I just thought that, you know, since you can’t get pregnant yet, and since we love each other, and since you said your first time you wanted with someone you love, and we trust each other and you’re really pretty and I thought maybe you’d want to try it. Like as a favor or something.”

I felt kind of bad for him. “Well, look, Spencer, I love you, too and I do trust you and stuff. It’s just kind of, I don’t know, like a surprise that you’d ask me this.”

“I don’t see why. You’re really pretty, Cassidy. You must have lots of boys at school hitting on you and stuff.”

Now it was my turn to blush. “No, I don’t. I’m not that pretty.”

“You are,” he insisted. “Otherwise I wouldn’t want to try it with you.”

“Really?”

“Yeah. I mean, it’ll be my first time, too, and I want it to be with someone special. Someone like you.” He reached out and brushed a bit of hair out of my face, sending a shiver through my body.

“Yeah,” I said, unsure what else to say.

“So how about it? Maybe we can try it slow at first and see how it goes? Gary told me a lot of things that will make it feel really, really good for you.”

“I don’t know…”

“Please?” Spencer begged. “We can see what it’ll be like. I’m sure it’ll be fun. Come on, please let’s just try it?”

I bit my bottom lip. Somewhat surprisingly, I was actually tempted. He made some good arguments and like any girl my age, I was really curious about sex, but…

“Come on, please?” Spencer put his hands on the bottom of my shirt and slowly began to lift it up. “It’ll be really fun and I’ll go super-slow, I promise.”

“I don’t know, Spencer…”

“Here, let me do this.” He had my shirt up all the way now. He leaned forward and gently kissed, then lightly sucked, on one of my bare nipples (I was puffing slightly, but nowhere near needing a bra). A shock of pleasure went through my body at the touch of his lips. He lifted his face up and rubbed the nipple gently with his fingers.

“How does that feel?”

“Really nice,” I admitted.

“Let me take it off.”

“Ok.”

My brother pulled my t-shirt the rest of the way off me and, cooing about how beautiful he thought I was, started taking turns first kissing, then licking, and then sucking each of my nipples. Whatever one he wasn’t doing things to with his mouth, he was working on with his fingers.

I lay back and let the pleasure sweep through me, very surprised at how good it felt, and wow, did it feel good!

Spencer lifted his face up. “Do you like this, Cassidy?”

“Yeah, it’s pretty nice,” I admitted.

“Cool.” He moved his face back down and as he did so, I felt one of his hands come to rest on my thigh. He moved it up until it was resting between my legs, rubbing at my vagina through the fabric of my jeans. It didn’t feel as good as what he was doing to my nipples, but it was still nice.

Then my heart began to beat a little faster as I felt my brother starting to unbutton my jeans. Once that was done, he unzipped them and then sat back a little.

“Lift up so I can take off your jeans,” he said.

I hesitated for a moment, but then lifted my body up. My brother slowly removed my jeans and panties, leaving me fully naked in front of him. I felt embarrassed, but I was determined to go through this.

After my brother set my jeans and panties aside he sat back and looked down at my bare, still hairless, slit. “Wow,” he said. “That’s just beautiful!”

I giggled a little at Spencer’s enthusiasm. “Glad you like it, I guess.” It was weird being naked in front of a boy. Of course that boy was my brother, so it shouldn’t be a big deal, but on the other hand, my brother was going to fuck me, so it kind of was.

“Yeah, I do. In fact, I think I will give it a little kiss.”

With that my brother dropped his head down between my legs and planted a kiss just above my clitoris. Then he began kissing slowly down until he reached the entrance to my vagina. Once there, he started licking, and I entered a whole new level of pleasure.

Then just as I’d thought things were as good as they were going to get, Spencer started to dart his tongue into my vagina. He’d stick it in, lick around a little, then pull it out and repeat it. I couldn’t believe he was doing it, or how wonderful it felt!

“Oh, Spencer,” I whispered. “Oh, that’s so nice…”

My brother raised his head and grinned at me. “Good.” I then felt a faint pressure as he touched his pinkie to my vagina. “Have you ever fingered yourself?”

“What?”

“You know, stuck a finger in here.”

“Oh. Yes.”

“Cool.”

With that Spencer licked his pinkie and pressed it against my vagina, sliding it slowly into me. He worked it back and forth until it was all the way inside, then bowed his head and started licking again.

I squirmed with delight, thinking to myself that if I’d known sex stuff was going to feel this nice, I might’ve done a lot more with Jordan than just kissing him! Oh, this was so wonderful!

Then it got even better as Spencer began switching fingers. He’d started with his pinkie, but then he’d taken that out and replaced it with his index finger, then removed that and put in his ring finger. Now he’d take that out and had his middle finger inside my vagina as he kept licking my clitoris. It was incredible!

Spencer then wiped his mouth off with his free hand and began kissing a trail up my body. He paused long enough to lick and suck each of my nipples and then began kissing me on my mouth, working his tongue inside after a few seconds, all the while continuing to work his finger around inside my vagina. It felt weird a couple times when my tongue touched his braces, but mostly I liked it.

Then to my unhappiness, Spencer stopped kissing me and pulled his finger out of my vagina. I wondered for a moment what was wrong, but then he stood up next to the couch and started undressing. When he pulled down his underwear, I got a look at the first penis I’d ever seen; the penis that was going to take my virginity. My brother’s penis. A shiver of anticipation mixed with fear went through me as I looked at it.

“Let’s get on the floor,” Spencer suggested.

“Ok,” I said, moving down to the floor, my eyes fixed on his penis the entire time.

Spencer spread my legs slightly and lay down on top of me, his penis resting against my vagina. He held his weight up with one arm as he wrapped the other around me and started kissing me again.

I kissed him back, now really enjoying the sensations my body was experiencing; the slight weight of my brother’s naked body on top of mine, the way his penis rubbed against my vagina, the way my almost not-yet-there breasts rubbed against his chest, and of course the way our mouths touched. It was like visiting Heaven while still alive.

“Alright, Cassidy,” Spencer said in a soft voice after a few minutes of us kissing like this. “I’m gonna try to put it in you now, ok?”

I bit my lower lip and felt a massive wave of hesitation hit me. “Are you sure I can’t get pregnant?”

“No, you can’t,” he said, reaching between our bodies. He took his penis in hand and started rubbing it up and down along my vagina. “It might hurt a tiny bit at first when it goes in, though. Just until your body is used to it.”

“Oh.”

“We don’t have to do it if you don’t want to, but I’d really, really like to,” he said, a look of pleading in his eyes. He smiled a little. “It’s ok if you’re nervous; I am, too.”

“You are?”

“Yeah, well, this is my first time, too,” Spencer pointed out.

“Oh, yeah, it is.” I’d almost forgotten that in the haze of hormones going through my young body. “Well… ok, but go really slow so it doesn’t hurt, ok?”

“I will,” Spencer promised. Then he looked thoughtful. “In fact, how about if you get on top? That way you can control how fast it goes in. Gary told me that’s what he and his girlfriend did their first time.”

I nodded. “Ok, that sounds like a good idea.”

Spencer got off me and lay down on the floor next to me. I got up and straddled his waist, taking his penis in my hand. It was the first time I’d ever touched one. It was very warm and had this hard, yet still slightly soft, feel to it. I liked it!

“Ok,” Spencer said in a ragged voice. “I’m ready when you are. Don’t take too much time, though. If you keep holding me like that, I’ll probably cum pretty soon.”

“Ok.” I took my brother’s penis and placed it so that the tip was against my vagina. Taking a deep breath, I said, “Ok, here we go.”

“Ok.”

I pushed downward. At first nothing happened; all I felt was a slight pressure between my legs. But then, after a few seconds, my brother’s thirteen-year-old virgin penis began to slide ever so slowly into my hairless, eleven-year-old virgin vagina. I lifted up a little to steady myself, and tried to ignore a bit of pain, then bore down again, until he was all the way inside me.

I grinned a little. I had a boy’s penis inside me! Now I felt like a woman, and not some little pre-teen girl.

“Oh… oh, Cassidy… we aren’t virgins anymore,” Spencer moaned. “Oh, that feels so good.”

“Yeah, it does,” I said, wincing a little as another twinge of pain went through me. It wasn’t bad, but it was there. I moved a little to steady myself on top of my brother and felt his penis shift inside me. That sent a bit of pleasure through me, so I did it again, and soon was riding him like a horse. Well, maybe a pony.

“Oh… oh… don’t stop… I’m gonna… oh… god!” Spencer put his hands on my hips and pushed hard inside me, lifting me off the ground a bit. I felt his penis start to pulse inside me. From the way he was reacting, I figured he was shooting his sperm into me. I really hoped he was right about me being too young to get pregnant.

Once Spencer was done shooting into me, he relaxed and exhaled sharply. Then he said, “Don’t move… for a bit… ok?”

“Ok,” I said, perfectly content to sit there with his still-hard penis inside me.

“Wow,” he managed to gasp out after a bit. “That was… so good…”

I grinned. “Yeah.” Then after a moment, “My legs are starting to hurt a little. Do you want to try being on top now?”

Spencer sat up a bit and looked at me. “Right now?”

“Yeah.”

“Ok, sure. No, don’t pull off,” he said as I started to. “Let’s do this instead.”

Spencer sat up all the way and wrapped his arms around me. Then he slowly rolled us over, keeping his penis inside me the entire time. Soon I was lying on my back, looking at his smiling face.

“There,” he said, moving his penis a little. “How’s that feel?”

“Really wonderful.”

“Cool. I’m gonna try moving, then,” my brother said and started slowly moving on top of me, sliding his teenage penis back and forth inside my pre-teen vagina. Each time he pushed into me, the base of his penis would hit my clitoris, sending new waves of pleasure through my body.

“How’s that?” he asked after a bit.

“That’s… oh, that’s much better…” I whispered, spreading my legs a little more and reaching back to cup my brother’s ass as he fucked me. It was a wonderful repeat of what I’d gone through earlier when he’d been on top of me, only now there was a look of total bliss on his face and his penis was inside me where it belonged. I was so happy I’d agreed to do this with him! All my doubts and fears had faded completely away as I was lost in the pleasure of intercourse.

The pace of my brother’s movements inside of me began to quicken and he started breathing hard. At about the same time I felt my orgasm start, radiating out in waves of bliss that began at my vagina and circulated through my entire body, ending with me clutching tight to my brother’s naked body as I climaxed fully; my first-ever orgasm with a boy. It was so wonderful that I barely even noticed Spencer cumming inside me a few seconds later.

This time once Spencer was done cumming, he gave me a little kiss, then rolled off me, his penis leaving my vagina. I felt vaguely empty, but happy knowing that I could have it back inside me probably any time that I wanted.

I snuggled close to my brother, happy that we’d discovered a new activity we could do together. Apparently the old saying was true: incest is best!

END

Copyright 2009 by Alex Hawk, all rights reserved.

Not much of a story, really, but I felt like writing it. Hope you guys liked it! Also, forgive me for the dreadful title. There’s no excuse.

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A Thing as Pure as Love – Chapter Nine

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October 16, 2008

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

Pain…

Every part of me hurt. My head hurt. My legs hurt. My EYEBROWS hurt.

Then I began to slowly realize that I shouldn’t be feeling any pain at all. I should be dead. What was going on?

I was aware that I was laying down. I tried to sit up and felt the world spin around me.

“Whoa, there, son,” I heard a gentle voice say and felt hands guiding me back onto what I realized was a bed.

Aware that my eyes were shut, I tried to open them, then slammed them shut again as the light nearly blinded me. I worked my mouth and tried to speak.

“Oh, you’re probably thirsty. Here, take a sip.” I felt a straw at my mouth. I sucked on it gently, feeling cool water flood into my mouth. Before I knew it I had drank the entire glass.

“Thank you,” I whispered.

“You’re welcome,” came the voice again.

I slowly opened my eyes, feeling them adjust to the light. Soon they were open entirely and I realized I was in a hospital bed. Sitting near me, on a small chair, was a man, probably about fifty years old-or-thereabouts.

“Where am…” I started to ask, then stopped. “Where’s Cassie?” I asked in a slightly panicked voice.

The man held up a hand. “Don’t worry. Your girlfriend is just fine. She’s in the next room over.”

“Oh, thank god,” I whispered and laid back.

“I’m sure He’d say you’re welcome,” the man said with a smile in his voice.

I sat up again and looked at him. “Thank you, too, doctor.”

He laughed. “Oh, I’m not a doctor. I’m a minister. My name is Thomas Johansen.” He held out his hand. I shook it, the movement sending pain through my arm. “My wife and I found you and your girlfriend out on the street the other night.”

I blinked. “Oh. Well, then, REALLY thank you.” I swallowed a little. “I think we nearly… nearly died out there.”

“You nearly did,” he said with a nod.

I closed my eyes and shuddered. Then I opened them in a slight panic. “The baby…”

Mr Johansen smiled. “Don’t worry. Cassie, you said her name was?” I nodded. “Her baby, and I presume yours?” I nodded again. “The baby is fine.”

“Oh, good,” I whispered.

The room was quiet for a few minutes and then Mr Johansen said, “May I ask your name?”

“Huh? Oh. Hunter.”

“If you don’t mind, Hunter, may I ask how you and Cassie came to be out on the streets on a night like that?”

The question was innocuous, but I knew I had to answer it carefully. I certainly couldn’t tell him the full truth, so I settled for an abbreviated version. That Cassie and I were from far away, that she was trying to find her mother and I was along to help her. I mentioned nothing of our father, beyond saying that both my father and hers were dead. I didn’t go into a lot of detail, of course. I hoped he’d just figure I was too tired out to do so, which wasn’t far from the truth.

Mr Johansen seemed to accept my explanation and didn’t really push me any further. At some point after that I drifted off to a sound sleep.

When I woke up I saw Mr Johansen talking quietly to a woman who looked about his age. She looked almost like everyone’s grandmother. Grey hair, not exactly thin, obviously a woman who was used to smiling a lot.

She seemed to notice I was awake. “Thomas?” she said, and pointed at me.

Mr Johansen looked at me. “Oh. Hunter. How are you feeling?”

“A little hungry,” I ventured.

“I’ll go get you something dear,” the woman, his wife I assumed, said as she left the room.

“That was my wife, Elizabeth. She’s been keeping an eye on Cassie.”

“Cassie…” I closed my eyes a little, trying to banish the image of Cassie freezing out on the streets. I sat up. “I want to go see her.”

“Alright,” Mr Johansen said calmly. “But why don’t you eat something first?”

I was about to argue, but then my stomach rumbled. I hadn’t really eaten anything before we’d wound up on the street, and now was really hungry. “Ok.”

Mrs Johansen returned with the food only a couple moments later. I scarfed it down quickly, even though it was quite bland and tasteless. I’d had enough experience with hospitals in the past (thanks to my dad), to know that was what was to be expected.

Mrs Johansen made small talk with me while I ate. She seemed like a very nice lady, and reported that Cassie was awake and doing well and looking very forward to seeing me. That made me eat all the faster.

After I was done eating, Mr and Mrs Johansen helped me stand up. She left the room while I got some clothes on, and then the three of us walked down the hall. Once we were outside Cassie’s room, they told me they’d wait outside. I nodded, took a deep breath and opened the door.

Cassie was laying on a bed. She looked like she was sleeping. I walked slowly over to her and brushed a little hair out of her face. “Cassie?” I whispered.

Her head turned towards me and her eyes opened. My sister’s smile was like a glimpse into heaven.

“Hello, Hunter.”

Cassie and I checked out of the hospital the next day and immediately went home with Mr and Mrs Johansen. We’d both initially declined their offer of a place to live, but in the end we saw the logic.

They offered to let us live with them for as long as we needed. Until the baby was born and then well past then. They’d help us get enrolled into school and take care of us. It was a chance for us to get our lives back into order after months of chaos. We couldn’t possibly refuse.

Over the next few days, we found out that they’d lost their only son back in 1969 when he’d died in Vietnam. They missed him terribly, and I think they basically viewed us as replacement children.

Cassie gave birth during the first week of June. We named our new son Luke, after a certain movie we’d seen the week before. His middle name was Thomas. He was just amazing. I couldn’t believe Cassie and I had made something so wonderful together.

The night after Luke was born, I went to Mr Johansen and finally confessed everything. I told him about our father. I told him about our mother. I told him about our relationship. I told him everything. I had to. I couldn’t keep living a lie.

Mr Johansen took it surprisingly well. It turned out he’d actually already suspected something like this. He wasn’t angry or anything. He was a little sad at our story and what we’d gone through, but he was also very understanding.

So it was because of him that I ended up with a lawyer and in August went back to New York to answer questions about the death of our dad. The authorities there briefly considered charging me with murder, but eventually decided there was no way they’d get a conviction, so I walked out free.

When I came back to Portland, I got an even bigger burst of happiness. Mr Johansen had tracked down our mother, and brought her to Portland. Turned out she’d been living in San Francisco, and hadn’t been in LA for two years. She’d written to us all the time, but our dad had always destroyed her letters.

As time went by the memories of those months on the road began to fade away. We both went back to school, and I eventually went to college where I majored in theology. I was determined to follow in the steps of Mr Johansen and become a minister.

Cassie also wound up going to college and ended up being a kindergarten teacher. She was very good with kids, as she proved by doing most of the work with raising Luke, who ended up being a wonderful child.

And now, all these years later, I look back at our lives and what we’ve done. Luke is married now and has kids of his own, making us the proud grandparents in the world. We’d raised him right, too. Never so much as spanked him.

He was also the only child we had. We’d not had sex with each other since before we wound up in the hospital. Once we were stable and in a home, well, we still loved each other, but no longer made love. Even now I’m not sure why we stopped. It wasn’t ever something we talked about. We just didn’t do it anymore.

We also never wound up being romantically involved with anyone else. I’m pretty sure she had sex with at least a couple other people in her life. I know I did. But there wasn’t anymore romance there. And that was ok.

I still regret how things had gone with our father. I’ve long since forgiven him, but it’s been harder to forgive myself, even though I know I did the right thing. Still, because of him, Cassie and I managed to find a thing as pure as love, and that, in a way, made all of life worth living.

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Copyright 2006 by Alex Hawk. Love is a many splendored
thing!
Ok, did any of you REALLY think I was going to let Chapter 8 be the last one? Come now. Those who paid attention would realize that whenever I end a chapter, it’s “END OF CHAPTER X” , but when I end a story it’s just “END”.

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