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A Thing as Pure as Love - 2
by Alex Hawk (alexhawk@operamail.com)

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Part Two of the ongoing saga of Hunter and Cassie!
(mf-teens, youth, m-solo, exh, voy, inc, mast)

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CHAPTER 2

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

"We need a room, please."

"Alright," said the bored looking manager. "$14.95, 
please."

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

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

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

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

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

"I'm not letting you sleep on the floor."

Cassie shrugged. "Well... why don't we share the bed? 
It's big enough."

I thought about that. There wasn't any real reason not 
to. "Ok."

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

"Ok."

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

Or at least Cassie went to sleep.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

* * *

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Help you, suh?"

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

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

"Alright."

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

"Kensworth says y'all are lookin' for some work?"

"Yes, sir," I said with a nod.

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

"Fourteen, sir."

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

"I get lots of exercise doing yard work," I hinted.

"Come on inside."

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

"What's your name, boy?"

"Hunter, sir."

"Hunter? A good name. My name is Ashleigh."

"Like the guy from 'Gone With the Wind'?"

Ashleigh smiled a thin smile. "Exactly. My mother knew 
Margaret Mitchell, you know."

"She did?"

"Oh, yes. Come. Let's go to the drawing room."

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

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

"Yes, suh?"

"Why don't you bring our young caller a Coca-Cola?"

"Yes, suh."

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

"Oh, ok."

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

"So, Hunter. What brings a young boy like you around 
lookin' for work?"

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

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

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

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

"I see." I was disappointed, but at least I'd gotten a 
Coke out of it.

"Now, don't look so downcast, young Hunter. There may 
be something we can work out."

"Oh?"

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

"Ok."

"You're a very attractive young man."

"Uh... thanks?" I was confused, but not worried.

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

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

"I like you, Hunter. I like attractive young men."

"You do?"

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

"Undress?" I squeaked. He wanted to see me naked?

"That's right." He took a calm sip of his drink.

"Oh. I can't... I mean..."

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

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

"Alright," I said softly.

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

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

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

"Thank you, sir," I mumbled.

"Turn around."

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

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

"Really?"

"Yes."

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

"Oh, very wonderful. Very, very wonderful."

"Thank you."

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

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

"Yes, sir."

Smiling, Ashleigh said, "I bet you do. Well, it's 
really easy to get."

"Alright." I wondered what he had in mind.

"All you have to do, dear young Hunter, is just lie 
down on that there couch and... enjoy yourself. Until 
you're done."

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

"Rather a bit crudely put, but yes."

"And I get the rest of the money?"

"That's right."

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

"Ok." I lay down on the couch. "Once I'm done cumming 
that's it, right?"

"Right."

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Clean yourself up, now."

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

"Can I get dressed now?"

"Certainly."

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

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

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

"Are you ready to leave, suh?"

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

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

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

END CHAPTER TWO

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

So there's chapter two. I hope you all enjoy it. like 
before, make sure you check out all the extra things on 
my site at www.asstr.org/~AlexHawk ! You can also find 
me at www.myspace.com/alex_hawk . Send me lots of 
feedback and take care, my loves! *smooch*

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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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