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A Thing as Pure as Love - 1
by Alex Hawk (alexhawk@operamail.com)
***
In 1976, a brother and sister make their way across the
country, finding the last thing they'd expected: love.
(mf-yteens, rom, v, oral)
***
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 gurgling 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 Bradbury
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.
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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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I know what you're thinking, so stop right now. "Oh,
god. He's starting another damn series that he won't
finish for six months if ever." Well, joke's on you. I
have already done the first four parts, and they're
going to be posted slowly over the next little while,
so there. :P
I haven't been posting here to Kristen's site often
lately. Why? Cause I have my own site now! You can
visit it at www.asstr.org/~AlexHawk/ ! Read my latest
stories, take my survey and enter my contest! FUN!
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
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