Alex Hawk

Babysitting Samantha

October 13, 2008

Babysitting Samantha
By
Alex Hawk

I stood in the girl’s kitchen, talking on the phone while I watched her make popcorn in the microwave. I was trying to work my way through a conversation with a friend of mine, explaining to him why I couldn’t go to a party he was throwing since I was stuck babysitting the neighbor girl. It sucked, but I needed the money.

Samantha was eleven, and she was one of those girls you could look at when she was eleven and know that she’s going to be way-hot and beating off boys with a stick when she’s thirteen. By the time she’s sixteen she’ll probably be dating college guys and be able to get into clubs and stuff.

As it was, even at eleven, she was already starting to look pretty cute and if I’d been closer to her age, instead of fifteen, I might’ve been trying to hit that. If nothing else, it would’ve been nice to lose my virginity at a young age instead of my current situation, which was not having lost it at all.

I finished my conversation and hung up the phone, walking over to Samantha. “How much longer on the popcorn?” I asked.

“Only a few more seconds,” she said, just as the microwave beeped. “Or less.” She pulled out the bag, opened it and began pouring it into a bowl. Then, suddenly, she dropped out with, “Jeremy, what’s a blowjob?”

I’d been taking a sup of a Coke at the time, and barely managed to keep myself from coughing my brains out. Finally I recovered enough to say, “I can’t tell you that! You’re only eleven!”

She shrugged and took a bite of some popcorn. “I’m old enough to know.”

“No, you’re not!”

“Yes, I am. Did you know what it was when you were eleven?”

“Well, yeah.”

“Then tell me.”

“Look, I’m a guy, so it’s different,” I said, knowing even at the time it was a stupid tactic.

Samantha shrugged again. “I guess you probably just don’t know what one is, then.”

“I do so!”

“Then tell me.”

“No.”

“Look, if you don’t know, it’s ok,” she said with a smirk. “I don’t know what one is, but at least I’m not lying and saying I do.”

“I’m not lying,” I said desperately. “I know what one is.”

“So tell me.”

I sighed and with a feeling of utter defeat I said, “Alright. It’s when a girl… a woman… uses her mouth on a guy’s… you know…”

“A guy’s what?” she asked innocently.

“You know, down there,” I said.

“You mean his penis?” Samantha asked, looking me right in the eye.

Wincing slightly, I said, “Yeah. His… penis.”

“Yuck,” was her reply. “Why?”

“Cause it feels good for the guy.”

“Oh. Have you ever had one?”

“Yes,” I lied, trying to ignore my hardon. “Now let’s go play a game or something.”

“Ok.”

I picked up the popcorn and carried it into the living room. Samantha disappeared for a moment and when she returned she had Trivial Pursuit with her. I hated that game, but I figured at least if she was asking me questions from there, she wouldn’t ask me anything more about blowjobs.

We sat down and started to play. Pretty quickly it became obvious I was going to get my ass handed to me. Samantha, even though she was only eleven, was clearly smarter than I was. I was pretty well screwed.

Then my attention got seriously redirected as I landed on a science and nature square and Samantha read out the question, “What’s precum?”

“What?!” was my startled reply. “That’s not a real question!”

“If I’m asking it, it’s a question.”

I rolled my eyes. “Ok, but it’s not a question for the game.”

“Well,” she said with a sweet smile. “You’re on a wedge square. If you answer the question, you get a wedge.”

I glared at her, but given that she had three wedges to my zero, there wasn’t much of an option if I wanted to stand even a slight chance of winning.

“Ok. Well, when a guy gets really, er, horny… uh… well, some… like, fluid… comes out the end of his… well, penis… uh… so it can slide into the girl’s… vagina… more easily.”

I’d never felt more awkward in my life, but I thought it would be worth it so that I could get my wedge.

“Ok,” Samantha said and dropped a wedge into my piece.

Gradually my heart, which was beating at about lightspeed, finally settled down and I was able to concentrate on the game again. Not that it did me a lot of good. Within just a few more turns Samantha had five of the six wedges, and I was still at my one orange one.

Finally I landed on the pink wedge square. Samantha gave me a wicked smile and I resigned myself quickly to the notion that this next question was likely to be every bit as bad as the last one had been.

“Ok,” she said. “For a pink wedge. What’s masturbation?”

I rolled my eyes. “I’m not stupid, you know. I know you’re just making up these questions.”

“So?” she shot back. “If I asked the real ones you wouldn’t be able to answer them.”

Since this was clearly true, I had no reply. Sighing, I said, “Masturbation… it’s… well, it’s… it’s when guys… or girls… play with their… you know, parts… to make themselves feel good.”

“Do you do it?” she asked after a moment of staring at me.

Wincing a little, I said, “Yes.”

“Pervert.” Samantha stuck her tongue out at me.

“Alright, that’s enough of this,” I said, standing up. “It’s your bedtime anyhow.”

“So I win?”

“Yes,” I said, knowing she’d won on at least a couple levels.

“Good.”

Samantha spent the next fifteen minutes or so just puttering around, changing into a nightgown and things like that. I spent the time fuming and wanting her to go to bed because I had certain plans.

Finally she went to her bedroom and shut the door. I spent a half hour watching TV and once I was sure she was asleep, I headed to her parent’s bedroom and, more specifically, her parent’s bathroom.

See, her family wasn’t exactly hurting for cash, so they had a nice house. One of the nice benefits of that was a nice master bathroom with a huge bathtub. I’d wanted to have a soak in it as soon as I laid eyes on it, and now that Samantha was sleeping, I figured it was time for me to make my move.

I saw some bubble-bath soap sitting on the edge of the tub. Seemed like a good idea, so I tossed some of that in, and then began filling the tub and stripped down. Once I was nude I got into the water and laid back to relax as the tub began to fill. Once it was full, I turned off the water, let out a sigh of pleasure and closed my eyes as my hand slowly moved towards my erect penis (this, of course, was the other major reason I’d wanted to take a bath). Ah, this was much nicer.

I’d been in the tub masturbating for about five minutes, just relaxing and enjoying the pleasure of the water as well as the sexual pleasure. I was starting to get reasonably close to an orgasm when I head Samantha’s voice saying, “What are you doing?”

I sat up abruptly and, even though she wouldn’t be able to see through the bubbles, moved both hands down to cover my penis. “Samantha!” I squeaked out.
“Get out of here!”

“Why?”

“Cause I’m taking a bath!”

She looked at me for a moment and then said, “Can I see your penis?”

“What?! No! Get out of here!”

“Come on, let me see it!”

“No!”

“Come on, I said please!”

I paused and replayed the last few seconds in my mind. “No, you didn’t.”

Rolling her eyes, Samantha said, “Please can I see your penis?”

“No! Why do you want to see it anyhow?”

“Cause I’ve never seen one before,” she said with a shrug.

“You’re eleven. Of course you haven’t.”

“All my friends have.”

I blinked. “They have?”

“Yeah. So let me see yours.”

“I don’t think your parents would want me-” I began.

“I don’t think they’d want you to be taking a bubble bath when you’re supposed to be watching over me,” she retorted.

I sat there fuming in silence.

“Now stop being a dick and show me your penis!”

“No!”

Getting a somewhat crafty look in her eyes, she said, “Wanna see me?” and began tugging her nightgown slowly upward.

“No, stop!” I yelled, visions of the horrible things her parents would do to me if they knew I’d seen their little girl naked passing through my head. I sighed. “If I let you see it, will you leave me alone?”

“Of course.”

“Fine.” I took a deep breath and stood up, my hands still covering my erect penis. Finally after a few seconds, I slowly let them drop to my sides. For the first time in my life, I was standing naked in front of a girl. The fact that she was only eleven bummed me out considerably.

Samantha sat there staring at my penis with a neutral look on her face, and then abruptly stood up and began walking to the bathroom door.

I quickly dropped back into the water, and then said, “Wait!”

“What?” she asked looking back at me.

“Well… what… what did you think?” I asked.

She just smiled at me and walked out the door.

“I hate her so much,” I mumbled as my hand moved back to my penis. A few moments of stroking finished the job I’d started earlier, and then, much more relaxed, I drained the tub, rinsed off the bubbles from my body, got dressed and headed downstairs. Once I’d made sure Samantha was in the living room watching TV, I took a moment to step outside, trying to steady my nerves.

I’m never babysitting again, I thought to myself as I stood outside looking up at the Moon.

Samantha came out onto the patio and stood next to me looking up. After a bit she said, “I shouldn’t have asked you those questions like that.”

“Yeah, and you also shouldn’t have asked me to… to do what I did.”

She shrugged.

“You can’t tell anyone I showed you my… penis. You know that, right? If you did, I’d get in major trouble.”

She rolled her eyes. “I’m not stupid, Jeremy.”

“I mean, I could go to jail for it,” I said, the concept really preying on my mind.

“Then you better do whatever I tell you to, huh?” she said with a smile and elbowed me in the ribs.

“Oh, ha-ha. Don’t even joke around like that, ok?”

“Ok, I’m sorry,” she said, sounding sincere.

“Ok.”

After a few moments of more silence she said, “Jeremy? Why don’t you have a girl friend?”

“I just don’t.”

“You’re not gay, are you?”

“What? No, of course I’m not!”

“It’s ok if you are. It’s not a big deal.”

“Well, I’m not.”

“You want a girlfriend, right?”

“Yeah, of course I do.”

“So why don’t you have one?”

I sighed. “I just don’t.”

“I want a boyfriend,” she said into the silence that followed.

“You’ll find one someday.”

She snorted. “Yeah, right. I don’t like any of the boys in my school. They’re all immature little dicks.”

“Well, you’ll find a guy someday. You’ll probably have an easier time than I do with girls.”

“Why do you have a hard time with girls?” she asked.

“Well, I mean, I’m not very good-looking.”

Samantha raised an eyebrow. “Yes, you are, Jeremy. You’re very cute.”

I felt myself blushing. “You really think so?”

“Of course I do. You’re just a little shy, that’s all.”

“You think so?”

She nodded. “But that’s ok. My mom says shy guys are really good in bed. She says the ones who brag all the time probably have small penises and even though I’ve only ever seen yours, it didn’t look small to me.”

Now I knew I was blushing and I was very happy we only had moonlight. “Er… thanks?” I tried to ignore the fact that my hardon was back.

“I mean, I’d totally date you, if I could.”

“You would?”

“Yeah.”

“Oh, well. Thanks.”

We stood there in silence for a little longer and then Samantha spoke up.

“Jeremy?”

“Yeah?”

“Can I see it again?”

“What?! No!”

“Why not? I’ve already seen it once.”

“Yeah, so why do you need to see it again?”

Samantha shrugged again. “It was covered with bubbles and you were wet. I couldn’t see it very well.”

“Oh.” That actually didn’t seem all that unreasonable.

“Yeah. So can I see it again?”

I sighed. “You gotta promise you won’t tell anyone.”

“I won’t.”

I sighed again. “Let’s go indoors, ok? I don’t want to whip it out on the patio.”

“So you’re going to let me see it again?” she asked in an excited tone as we walked into the house.

“Does this answer your question?” I asked, as I reached down, unzipped my pants, opened them up, reached inside my underwear and pulled out my erect penis.

Samantha stood a few feet away, her eyes fixed onto my penis. “It’s not always stiff like that, right?”

“Right. It gets hard so that it… er… can go… into the girl.”

“Into her vagina?”

“Yeah.”

She pointed. “Is that little drop there precum?”

I looked down. “Uh, yeah.”

“Huh. So if it’s hard, does that mean you want to fuck me?”

“What?! No!” I said, realizing I’d been saying that a lot tonight. “No, it’s hard because… well, because this is just such a weird situation.”

“Oh, ok.” She reached down to the bottom of her nightgown. “I’ll still let you see me, if you want.”

“Uh.” My brain was fighting with my penis now. Yes, she was a girl and I’d never seen a girl’s vagina in real life. But she was only eleven.

“You want to?”

“Ok,” I said, my mouth going dry as my morals flew out the window.

Now looking a little shy herself, Samantha began to pull her nightgown up. I swallowed hard and watched, penis twitching, as first her knees, then her thighs were exposed. Finally she lifted it up further and I was looking at her smooth, hairless little slit.

“Jeremy?” Samantha said after a moment. “Hello? Earth to Jeremy!”

“Huh?” I looked up at her face and blushed. “Oh, sorry.”

“Well, what do you think?” she asked.

I debated just smiling at her and walking off, like she’d done to me earlier. But instead I went with, “It’s very beautiful.”

Looking a little embarrassed, she said, “Thanks.”

We stood there, staring at each other’s genitals for a few more moments before Samantha said, “Can I touch it?”

“Touch it?” I echoed, not entirely surprised.

“Yeah, touch your penis,” she clarified.

“Yeah, I guessed that.”

“I just want to see what it feels like,” she said, taking a step towards me.

“Uhm. Well, ok.” It would be the first time anyone but me had touched my penis.

Reaching out her hand, Samantha first poked the side of it with her finger, and then slowly wrapped her hand around the length of my penis. She held it for a few seconds and then let go.

“That was cool,” she said after a moment.

“Yeah,” I said, trying to slow my racing heart.

“Do you wanna touch me?” she asked slowly.

Licking my lips, I said, “Ok.”

Samantha parted her legs slightly as I moved towards her. Slowly, gently, I moved my hand down and forward, letting two fingers land on her little hairless slit. It was warm, and felt a little wet. It was glorious.

“Cool,” I whispered.

“Do you like it?” she asked.

“Yeah.” I finally forced myself to pull back. We stood there eyeballing each other.

“Jeremy?”

“Yeah?”

“If I let you see me naked, will you let me see you naked again?”

“Ok,” I said, not even needing to think anymore. At this point I figured I was damned either way, so I might as well go with it.

I took a step back and watched as Samantha pulled the nightgown over her head, leaving her totally nude. I swallowed hard as I looked at her small, almost totally flat breasts. I could see her nipples were beginning to puff out, hinting at what was going to come later.

Looking completely un-shy about being nude in front of me, Samantha smiled and said, “Your turn.”

Rather awkwardly I pulled off my t-shirt. Since my pants were already open it was an easy effort to lower them and my underwear. Stepping out of those, I presented my completely naked body to Samantha for the second time.

“You look real hot, Jeremy,” she said, staring at me.

“You, too,” I said, looking over her naked, pre-teen body.

“Do you really think so?” she asked.

“Yeah. You’re the first girl I’ve ever seen naked, you know,” I confided.

“Really?”

“Yeah.”

“So you haven’t, like, had sex or anything?”

I shook my head. “No.”

“You’re still a virgin?”

“Yeah.”

“Not even a blowjob?”

“No.”

She smirked and said, “You’d said earlier you had.”

I grimaced. “Oh. Yeah. Well, that was, uh, a lie.”

“Thought so,” she said with satisfaction.

“Sorry.”

“That’s ok.” She licked her lips. “Let’s sit down, ok?”

“Ok.”

I sat down on the couch and to my surprise Samantha came over and straddled my waist, sitting with her body only a couple inches back from my stiff penis. She smiled at me and looked me in the eyes.

“Will you kiss me, Jeremy?”

“Kiss you?”

“Yeah, I’ve never been kissed before.”

“Ok.” I put my hands on her shoulders and pulled her down, closer to me. I pressed my lips briefly, gently against hers. “There,” I said after breaking the kiss.

Samantha looked unimpressed. “That’s it?”

“What?”

“That’s it.” She rolled her eyes. “That’s the best you can do?”

“No!”

“Well, then, do it right. You’ve got a naked girl in your lap. You can kiss me a lot better than that, I bet.”

“Fine,” I snarled. I pulled her close again and this time, after kissing her with my mouth closed for a few seconds, opened my mouth and worked my tongue against hers. I tried to give her the best kiss I’d ever given anyone in my life.

“That’s better,” she said, once we stopped.

“So glad you liked it,” I said with extreme sarcasm.

She sat back on my thighs a little. “You know, you should be nicer to me.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. Cause if you are, I might let you put it in me.”

“It?” I echoed, my heart skipping a beat.

She reached down and took my penis in her hand. “This. In my vagina.”

“It, uh… wouldn’t fit,” I managed to say, once my brain was working again. An eleven-year-old girl was saying she might let me fuck her? Holy crap!

She pursed her lips and looked at my penis with a calculating expression on her face. “Yeah, it would.”

“Uh. I don’t think it would.”

She rolled her eyes. “Jeremy, it’s big enough for a baby to come out. It’s certainly big enough for your penis to go in.”

“Yeah, I still don’t think so.”

“It will so! Watch!”

With that Samantha raised her body up and began rubbing the tip of my penis against her smooth, hairless vagina. I knew I needed to stop her, but I couldn’t. I was transfixed, wondering what it was going to be like.

The tip encountered a small wet spot a couple times. Samantha wiggled it around in that place a little then said, “Right. Here we go.” She took a deep breath and slowly began pressing down onto me. I felt it begin to slide in a little. She pulled back a couple times and then went down again and slowly, carefully, inch-by-inch, worked my fifteen-year-old virgin penis up into her eleven-year-old virgin vagina.

“There,” she said, looking me in the eyes, her face flushed. “See… I told you it would fit in me…”

“Yeah…” I whispered in agreement, my penis twitching with bliss inside her preteen body. “Ok, so it fit. You should probably take it out now.”

She shook her head. “Not yet.”

“What? Why not?” I asked, wondering why the hell I was arguing with her.

“Cause we’re both still virgins until you shoot your stuff into me.”

“We are?” I asked, taken aback. I hadn’t heard that theory before.

“Yeah… so you gotta shoot it into me, then we won’t be virgins anymore, ok?”

“Oh.” Well, I had really no problem with that. “Ok. Well, start moving up and down, ok?”

“Ok.”

She began raising and lowering her young body on top of mine. God, it felt wonderful! I was still vaguely creeped out by the fact that I was having sex with an eleven-year-old girl, but on the other hand, I WAS HAVING SEX!

After only about a minute of her vagina caressing my penis, I gasped out, “I’m gonna… shoot soon…”

“Ok…”

I grunted and pushed hard up into Samantha, holding myself as deep in her as I could get, as my teenage penis began firing my sperm up into her preteen vagina. In the back of my head, I hoped she hadn’t started her periods yet, but mostly I was too busy cumming to care.

“You done?” she asked after a couple moments.

“Yeah,” I said, a little out of breath.

“Cool. Now we aren’t virgins anymore.”

“Yeah, that’s right.”

Then she snuggled up and put her arms around me, burying her head in my shoulder.

“Thanks for doing this with me, Jeremy. I’m glad I lost it to a guy like you.”

I said nothing. I just put my arms around her waist and held her close, savoring the joy of our connection and making a mental note to do a lot more babysitting.

END

Copyright 2008 by Alex Hawk, all rights reserved.

So this was hugely based off the movie, “The Babysitter” that came out in 2003. You can look it up on IMDB. I found a copy and downloaded it. It’s pretty entertaining, though it ends without anything beyond the girl seeing the boy’s penis. Still made for a good starting point, I thought.

Be well!

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Bargain Pricing

October 15, 2008

Bargain Pricing
By
Alex Hawk

I was lounging naked in the living room that rainy winter day, I remember that much quite well. Being naked at our house wasn’t a big deal. My mom, my dad, my sister, we all wandered around naked. We even took vacations at nudist resorts (thankfully last year we were able to talk Dad out of his insane idea to take a nude skiing vacation and we went to the Bahamas instead).

I had the TV on and was paying only a little attention to it as I read the latest Harry Potter book. After a bit I started to become aware of a presence in the room, and I looked up to see Karlie, my fifteen-year-old sister, looking down at me, as naked as I was.

“What?” I asked after a moment.

She sort of shook her head, as if to clear it and then shrugged. “Nothing, Landon. I was just thinking… well…”

“Thinking what?”

“Well… I was thinking how cute you looked. Sitting there naked and reading.” I saw a blush start at her face and go down her chest.
I blushed myself, and was aware of my thirteen-year-old penis hardening. I’d had hardons in front of my sister and other people before. It was just a fact of life when you’re a nudist.

She looked at my stiffening penis. “Me saying that was enough to cause it to do that?”

I shrugged and figured out a diplomatic reply. “Anytime a beautiful girl says something like that to me that happens.”

Karlie laughed. “You’re so full of it, Landon!”

“I know.”

Actually, it was at least partly true. She WAS beautiful. Her breasts weren’t very big, but they were nice, and she didn’t have a lot of hair between her legs. Presumably she trimmed it. I wondered why I’d never noticed before how attractive she was.

After about five minutes of us sitting there, Karlie said, “Do you mind if I put on a DVD?”

I looked up from my book. “Go ahead.”

“Thanks!”

She got up and went over to the entertainment center, bending over to open the doors to the cupboard where the DVDs were kept. I found myself staring at her from behind as she did so, and my penis, which hadn’t softened much, got really hard again. Knowing that she couldn’t see, I gave myself a couple tugs as I looked. No harm in it, I guessed.

Finally she picked out a DVD and stood up, putting it into the machine. It turned out to be “Napoleon Dynamite”, which wasn’t my favorite movie, but it was ok, I guessed. Karlie wandered back to the couch and looked down at my penis.

“I didn’t say anything this time,” she said with a grin.

“Yeah, yeah.”

Just after the opening of the film, the disc started to skip and then froze up and crashed completely. Cursing under her breath, Karlie stood up and walked over to the machine, bending over and giving me another great view as she fiddled with it. I gave my penis a couple more strokes and then tried to force myself to return to reading.

Karlie looked back at me and said, “Landon? Can you come over here for a second? I think it’s jammed.”

“Sure.”

I stood up from the couch and walked over to Karlie, standing somewhat behind her as I looked at the DVD player. As I looked at it, she looked up at me, her eyes focusing on my penis.

“Get that thing away,” she said with a grin as she gave it a playful swat.

“Hey!” I squeaked.

“Just teasing,” she smiled. “See if you can fix it.”

As I crouched down, I reflected that her swatting my penis had been the first time anyone but me had ever touched it. Not the way I’d had in mind, but interesting nonetheless, that was certain.

After much fiddling and tampering, I finally managed to get the DVD to eject. I looked at it. It was all scratched up on the back. I showed it to my sister.

“Oh. I wonder how that happened?”

“I dunno.” I handed it to her.

She frowned. “Oh, well. I’ll have to pick another movie, then.”

I moved back onto the couch as my sister dug around in the DVDs again. She finally came up with “Raiders of the Lost Ark” and popped that in. I found myself looking at her nude body as she walked back to the couch. She really did look nice.

My sister looked down at my penis again. “Does that thing plan to stay hard all day long?”

I grinned and went for diplomacy again. “It doesn’t know how else to behave when near a pretty girl.”

“Yeah, right,” she said with a grin. “Bullshit!”

“Ok.” I shrugged. “It’s just an involuntary response that I can’t control. Don’t you girls have something like that?”

“Yeah, it’s just not as visible.”

“Oh?” I asked in curiosity.

“Yeah. Our vaginas get wet when we see boys that are cute.”

“Oh… and is yours wet?” I asked with a grin.

She stuck her tongue out. “Maybe.”

“Oh, come on! You gotta tell me!”

“Why?”

“Because… because if you don’t, I’ll have to find out myself!” I struck a noble pose.

My sister laughed. “And how would you do that?”

“Uh… hell, I don’t know.”

Karlie and I both started laughing. Then she said, “Alright, Landon, you win. It’s wet, yes.”

“Aw…” I made a face and stuck out my tongue. “You were supposed to let me find out for myself!”

My sister laughed. “Alright, Landon. Here,” she said, laying back and spreading her legs. She reached down with her fingers and spread her vagina open. “Look close.”

My pulse raced as I leaned in and looked at my sister’s vagina. Yes, there was indeed a little wetness that I could see. And a really interesting smell. My penis gave a little jump as I took this all in.

“Wow, that’s cool.”

“Yeah.” She sat up and I did, too. Looking at my penis again, my sister said, “Looks like you’re getting wet, too.”

I looked down at the bit of precum at the tip of my penis. “Yeah. I think that’s supposed to make it easier to stick into a girl.”

“Yes, I know. That’s the same reason my vagina gets wet, too.”

“To make it easier to stick into a girl?” I asked with a grin.

Karlie threw a pillow at me. “No! Easier for a boy to get into me!”

“Oooooooh… ok. Have you ever had a boy in you?”

She nodded. “Yeah, once.”

I blinked in surprise. “Really?”

“Yeah.”

“Who?”

“You remember that boy Scooter we met at the camp back during the summer?”

“Yeah.” I remembered a vaguely geeky boy about my sister’s age.

“Him.”

“Oh… wow.” This took a moment to digest. I was a total virgin and my fifteen-year-old sister wasn’t. Sure, she was two years older than me, but still. “He actually put his penis into your vagina?”

“Yeah.”

“What was that like?”

She grinned. “It was pretty sweet!”

“I bet.”

“Are you still a virgin?”

“Yeah,” I admitted.

“So was Scooter.” Karlie smiled widely. “He’s not anymore!”

“Ha… I’m jealous.”

“Oh? Did you want to stick yours in me?”

I froze completely. Time seemed to slow down. “Uh… why? Are you going to let me?”

Karlie batted her eyes a little and lay back, spreading her legs wide again. “Of course, big brother. Just get on top of me and slip that penis of yours into my vagina and fuck your virginity away.”

I sat up and half moved towards her. “Really?”

“You wish,” she said, closing her legs and sticking her tongue out at me.

I blinked. “Oh, I hate you.”

“Well, if you hate me, I’m REALLY not going to let you.”

“Uh… I mean, I love you!” I blew a kiss at her.

She laughed. “You really wanna fuck your own sister?”

“Well… you know… I mean… I just wanna see what it feels like, that’s all,” I mumbled.

“Yeah, I think I understand.”

We sat there for a bit and idea hit me. “So… look… uhm… if I gave you, say, twenty dollars, would you let me stick it in you, just for a few seconds, so that I know what it’s like?” Yes, I was your standard thirteen-year-old virgin boy.

Karlie looked at me and laughed. I felt myself starting to blush. “You want to pay me twenty bucks to let you fuck me?”

“Well, maybe not fuck you,” I said. “I just want to stick it in and see what it feels like, that’s all.”

“And if I let you stick it in me, you’ll pay me twenty dollars?”

“Yeah.”

“There’s a word for that, you know,” she said, somewhat severely.

“A bargain?” I suggested.

Karlie laughed. “Yeah, it’d be a bargain, alright.” She thought for a second. “Alright. Get your money.”

I perked up. “Really?”

“Yes, but hurry, before I change my mind.”

I sprinted from the living room, almost tripping as I ran towards my bedroom. I quickly rifled through my wallet and pulled out a twenty dollar bill, part of the fifty dollar allowance I’d gotten yesterday, and ran back to the living room, all the while thinking, “I’m not going to be a virgin anymore!”

Once I got back to my sister, I handed her the twenty. She made a great show of holding it up to the light to examine it. “Maybe I should get my counterfeit detector pen…”

“!” I said, looking frustrated.

Karlie laughed. “Oh, I’m just teasing, Landon.” She set the money aside. “Ok. Are you ready?”

“Oh, yes.”

Karlie laid back and spread her legs again. She said, “Get on top of me.”

“Alright.”

Shaking a little, I got between my sister’s legs and laid down with my body over hers. She reached down and took my penis in her hands. I felt the tip pushing against something very wet.

“Alright, Landon. Just push and you’ll slide right in.”

Taking a deep breath to steady my nerves, I did as I was told, and pushed forward, feeling the exquisite sensation of my thirteen-year-old virgin penis slipping into my sister’s fifteen-year-old vagina. I let out a gasp as I sank all the way into her, knowing that my virginity was gone forever, and totally blown away by how good it felt.

“Mmmm…” my sister said, with a smile like I’d never seen before. She moved her hands onto my butt. “You like that?”

“Oh, yeah…”

“You can move it in and out a little, if you want, just don’t cum in me.”

“Ok…”

I flexed my hips, moving back and forth slightly. It was a truly wonderful feeling! I’d never experienced anything like it! God, it was so incredible, I hoped it would never-

“Ok, Landon… time to stop…”

“Wha… what?” I froze and looked down at Karlie, my face showing my disappointment.

“Time to stop. Pull out.” She pushed at my chest a little.

“Wait!” I said. “Wait… I still have the other thirty from my allowance… if I give you that, can I keep going?”

“Fifty all together, huh? Ok. You can even cum in me, if you want.”

“Oh, thank god.”

I closed my eyes and started fucking my sister again, savoring the pleasure of my first lay. Sure it was expensive, but what did I care? I was getting laid for the first time! That was worth fifty bucks. It was worth a hundred!

It didn’t last much longer, though. After less than a minute of fucking, I let out a series of gasps and pushed deep into my sister’s body as my sperm began to fire into her. The orgasm seemed to go on forever! I know I never wanted it to end.

“Mmmm… that was nice,” Karlie said, giving me a little hug. “Now go get the rest of the money.”

I nodded, pulled out of her and sort of staggered back to my bedroom, returning with the rest of my worldly wealth.

I ended up fucking my sister a lot more after that first time. We worked out a deal where I gave her my allowance every week and I was able to fuck her five times that week. She got plenty of money from me over the next couple years, and I got almost all the sex my young body wanted. A good deal all around!

END

Copyright 2005 by Alex Hawk. Veni, vidi, vici.

A short story but not, I feel, a bad one. Yet another Alex Hawk incest story, but with at least a slight twist. Considering this is my 86th story, I feel I’ve acquitted myself well.

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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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