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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.

* * *

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
does not condone the described behavior in real life.

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