A Year in the Life of Madison Semmes – Chapter 11 – March

A Year in the Life of Madison Semmes
By
Alex Hawk
Chapter 11 – March

March was always my favorite month of the year. Why? Because March 3rd was my birthday! Yes, as of this month, three weeks ago, actually, I was thirteen! I was officially a teenager!
Also, I was a very horny teenager.
I’d hardly been laid at all since my return from the ski slopes. I was down to getting some penis about four or five times a week instead of a couple times a day. There were lots of reasons for this (my brother was busy with after-school stuff, Lucien was dating someone, Scott was… well, Scott, etc), but it all boiled down to me needing to get some more often.
One Saturday morning I was hanging around the house alone (Jacob was off at a friend’s house, and my parents were out shopping). I heard the sound of a big truck moving by and then stopping a couple houses down. Curious, I got up and went outside where I saw a U-Haul pulling into the driveway of an empty house two doors down from us.
My curiosity satisfied, I was about to turn and go inside when I saw someone get out of the passenger side of the truck. My eyebrows shot up. He was a boy, probably not too much older than me. He had short, brown hair, a fine looking body and a cute face. Suddenly I had a feeling I’d be able to get laid a lot more. True, after playing with Zach I’d thought I’d look for love first and a fuck second, but, well, I was REALLY horny!

I went back to my bedroom, fingered myself silly and tried to figure out how to meet this amazing-looking boy. Eventually I hit on a plan. I’d just go over there, introduce myself, offer to help unpack, find a way to get the boy to himself, then mount up and go for a ride. Perfect!
The next morning I woke up at about 10:00am. My parents were working on the garden in our backyard and Jacob was still gone at his friend’s house (that would be his friend, Sean, who was terribly cute, had just turned twelve, and needed to stop being a virgin soon). I had some breakfast, got cleaned up and put on some nice clothes. Then I snagged my bike and went outside.
My plan was quickly derailed. First, the U-Haul was already gone. Second, I didn’t see any cars or anything like that in front of the house. On the other hand, I did see the hot boy sitting on the patio talking on his cell phone. Grinning, I rode up towards him, getting there as he hung up.
“Hi,” I said once within range.
“Hey.”
“I’m Madison. I saw you guys moving in yesterday.”
“Cool. I’m Brandon.”
I parked my bike and walked up to shake his hand. He had nice hands.
“Well, welcome to the neighborhood.”
“Thanks.”
“You need any help unpacking or anything…?”
He shook his lovely face. “No, we got most of the important stuff packed last night. My parents are just returning the truck and getting a few more boxes from our storage unit.”
“Oh, ok.”
“You wanna see our place?”
“Sure.”
I followed Brandon inside, my eyes fixed onto his firm, gorgeous ass. I pictured my hands holding onto it as he fucked me, sending a nice little thrill through my newly teenage body.
“So you have any brothers or sisters?” I asked as we toured through his family’s new house. The furniture was all in place as were some of the books and things. Not a lot of nick-nacks positioned yet, though.
“No, I’m an only child. You?”
“One brother.”
“That’s cool.”
We wound up the tour in his bedroom, which was fine with me. I looked around, seeing not one, but two shelves filled with trophies, ribbons and the like.
“Nice,” I said, looking at them. “What are these all for?”
“Little League and swimming. Mostly Little League.”
“Oh, really? That’s cool.” Baseball and swimming. That went a long way to explaining Brandon’s incredible body.
“Yeah. You play any sports?”
I shook my head and sat down on his bed. “I tried to a couple times, but sports pretty much bores me.”
“Oh, ok. I can understand that.”
“How old are you?”
“Fourteen. You?”
“Thirteen.”
“That’s cool.” Brandon sat down next to me on the bed. “You got a boyfriend?”
“Nope. You got a girlfriend?”
“Nope.”
“Poor us,” I said with a little smile.
“Yeah,” he said back, a little gleam in his eye. “Just two single people stuck here together.”
“You know what?”
“What?” he asked, moving a little closer.
“I really want you to fuck me,” I said.
Grinning, Brandon said, “You welcome all the guys to your block that way?”
“Only the really hot ones.” I leaned forward and kissed him. He kissed me back with some real skill.
After breaking the kiss, Brandon said, “You looking for a relationship, or just a quick lay?”
“Friends with benefits?” I suggested.
“Cool.” We kissed some more.
“So how many girls you fucked?” I asked, pretty sure he wasn’t a virgin.
“Three. How many boys?”
“More than three,” I said with a little grin.
“Cool,” he said, laughing. “I don’t like doing it with virgins.”
We kissed some more and I started unbuttoning his shirt, then pulled it off, revealing a smooth, tanned, hairless chest with a bit more definition than I was used to.

“God, you’re fucking hot,” I whispered, leaning down to suck one of Brandon’s nipples.
He responded by pulling off my shirt and grinning when he saw I wasn’t wearing a bra. “You’re not bad yourself.”
We kissed again, his bare chest pressing against my bare breasts, and then he pushed me slowly onto my back. Once I was there he kept kissing me and slid a hand up inside my skirt, grinning once more when he found out I wasn’t wearing any panties.
“You came prepared, didn’t you?” he asked, sliding a finger slowly inside my vagina.
“Ah… oh, yes. I knew what I wanted.”
“Mmmm… you’re nice and tight. How many dicks have you had in here?”
“More than five,” I said.
He laughed and pulled off my skirt. “Cool. Damn, nice body.”
“Thank you.”
I then gasped a little as Brandon dipped his head and started licking my clit as he kept fingering me. I moaned and ran my fingers through his hair. It was a nice thing not to have to teach a guy how to go down on me.
Brandon’s other hand had apparently been busy unbuttoning and unzipping his jeans. I found this out when he got up on his knees and they were already open. He kicked them aside and then made a great presentation of lowering his boxers, revealing a very hard, shaved, cut, penis that looked probably about five-and-a-half inches or so.
“You one of those girls who likes giving head?”
“Fuck, yeah. Bring that thing up here.”
Brandon giggled and moved up towards my face. I lifted my head up and wrapped my mouth eagerly around his penis, savoring the sensation of having it inside my mouth. My hands travelled back onto that ass I’d been drooling over earlier and rested there, enjoying the feeling of the muscles moving.
“Mmmm… fuck,” he mumbled, moving his hips slowly. “Damn, you give good head.”
I licked my tongue down the shaft of Brandon’s penis and then pulled my mouth off. Looking up at him I said, “You should see how that feels inside other parts of me.”
“Your ear?” he suggested.
“I don’t do aural sex.”
Brandon laughed and said, “Let me just get on a condom.” He reached into his nightstand and pulled out a small packet.
I put a hand on his arm. “You don’t need one. I’m on the Pill.”
He shook his head. “I always use condoms anyhow. I’ve never fucked a girl without one.” He looked at me. “If you want, we can do other stuff, but I gotta wear a condom when I fuck you.”
I shrugged, and said, “Alright.” Secretly I was kind of curious to see what it would be like to get fucked by a boy wearing a condom. Lucien had put one on our first time, but had taken it off once he figured out he couldn’t get me pregnant.
Brandon unrolled the condom onto his penis. It was blue and, I must admit, looked kind of hot since it was the only thing he was wearing. He gave himself a couple strokes.
“Ready?”
“Yeah. You want to be on top?”
“Sure, if you don’t mind.”
I laid back and spread my legs high and wide. “Does that answer your question?”
Laughing again, he said, “I like you, Madison. You’re cool.”
“You are, too. Now please fuck me.”
Laughing once more, Brandon said, “Well, if you insist.”
“Oh, I do.”
Brandon got on top of me and started kissing me. He reached down between our bodies and lined himself up, then very slowly started to slide his condom-covered, fourteen-year-old penis into my thirteen-year-old vagina. Once he was all the way in, he lifted his face off mine.
“Fuck, it’s nice inside here. How many dicks you had in here before mine?”
I giggled. “More than seven.”
“Damn.” He sucked one of my nipples for a moment and then kissed me some more before he started very slowly fucking me.
Brandon had an interesting style of fucking, I noticed quickly. Basically he wrapped his body around mine, pushed his penis as deep inside me as it could go and then barely moved at all after that. All he really did was shift his weight around rather than thrusting. I wouldn’t have thought it would so anything for me, but it really did, especially since so much of him was against me.
I held Brandon’s naked body tightly as we kept fucking. He buried his head in my shoulder and my eyes fell on the small diamond earring he was wearing. I was jealous for a moment, cause it was nicer than any I had. On the other hand, I was getting fucked by him, and I strongly doubted that was something he could do to himself.
After about five minutes of screwing me in this odd, but amazing, body-wrap method, Brandon disengaged himself and stretched his body over me. He held himself up like he was doing push-ups and started fucking me with deep, long strokes. I moaned and grabbed at his ass, rolling my eyes back into my head as the pleasure swept through me.
I then moved my eyes onto Brandon’s beautiful nude body and watched him fuck me. God, it was spectacular, and provided the last bit of incentive I needed to cum. I sat up a bit and held him tight as, with me moaning loudly in pleasure, my orgasm hit, sending waves of pleasure through my convulsing vagina and out through my head. It wasn’t the best cum I’d ever had, but it was in the top ten.
When I was done cumming, I fell back onto Brandon’s bed, breathing hard. He looked down at me.
“You came, right?”
“Oh, god, yes.”
“Good.” With that he started fucking me good and hard and, after about thirty seconds, gave a moan of his own, then pushed deep inside me as his penis began to spurt, filling the condom with his teenage sperm. It was the first time I’d been denied a boy’s cum. It left me feeling vaguely incomplete, though not dissatisfied by any means.
Once he was done cumming, Brandon got off me. He unrolled the condom from his penis and tossed it onto the floor.
“That,” he said with a kiss to my cheek. “was fucking hot. You’re a great lay.”
“Better than the other three girls?” I asked with a coy smile.
“Oh, yes. Two of them were virgins and the other one just wanted me for my cherry.”
“So did I, really.”
“Yeah, but you were really into it. I could tell.”
“Cool.”
“Was I better than the… how many was it?”
I laughed. “Nine, if you have to know. You’re number ten.”
“Wow, really? And you’re only thirteen?”
“I’ve had a busy year.”
“I guess!”
Brandon’s penis was still hard. I took it in my hand and stroked it slowly. “When was your first time?”
“Back last year right after the Little League playoffs. I pitched a no-hitter and my best friend’s sister though that was hot, I guess. She was sixteen and really hot and wanted to get my virginity.”
“So kind-hearted guy that you are, you let her have it?”
“Yep.”
“So nice of you.”
“I thought so,” he said with a little wink.
I straddled his waist, keeping his penis in front of me. I kept stroking it slowly. “Lucky girl,” I said.
“Yeah. What was your first time?”
I told him an edited version of my first time, leaving out any mention of Jacob and the interruptions from Kyle was Lucien and I screwed. I didn’t think I was ready to wow him with stories of incest just yet.
By the time I’d finished my story, he was leaking quite a lot of pre-cum and was reaching up to play with my breasts. I leaned down and kissed him.
“So you really never had this thing inside a girl without a condom?” I asked, continuing to play with his penis.
“Not once.”
“Never curious?”
Brandon shrugged. “A little. But it’s not worth a baby.”
I rubbed the tip of his bare penis gently, teasingly, against the entrance to my vagina. “You know I’m on the Pill, right?”
“Yeah, I remember,” he mumbled, looking down to our genitals.
“So, you want to find out?” I asked, lowering myself just enough to let the tip of his penis slide into me.
“Ah…” he gasped. “Uh… we really shouldn’t. I don’t want to take a risk…”
“There’s no real risk. If you want to, you can always pull out before you cum.”
“Yeah… I guess I could…”
I lowered myself down a little more, so that half of Brandon’s penis was inside my vagina. “You’re running out of time to say no,” I pointed out.
“Oh… yeah, I know…”
I lifted my body up a bit so that he slid most of the way out, and then lowered back down so that his entire bare teenage penis was inside my vagina. I hadn’t taken his virginity, but at least I’d be the first girl he fucked without a condom.
“Too late to say no now,” I said with a smile.
“Yeah… god, yeah…”
“You like it?”
He nodded. “Jesus, that’s so much better than with a condom…”
I leaned down to kiss him. “Glad you like it,” I said, and then sat back up and started riding him good. As I did, I watched him moving under me. His head was thrown back and his eyes were closed, his mouth open.
“Madison…?” he said after about three minutes. “Uh… oh, god… I’m gonna cum soon…”
“Cool!” I started riding him faster in case he got any notions about pulling out of me. I didn’t know if he did or didn’t, but I certainly did know when he came, since he moaned, pushed so hard into me he lifted me off the bed and, of course, I felt his sperm shooting into my vagina where it belonged, not into some stupid latex sleeve.
“And how was that?” I asked, keeping him inside me.
“That… wow, that was… really good.” He looked up at me. “You’re a really fucking great lay, have I mentioned that?”
“You have.”
“Good.”
I kissed him. He kissed back and within a few minutes I was on my back, him fucking me like he had before, but without the condom. His penis hadn’t left my vagina since he came and if I had my way, it wouldn’t be leaving again any time soon.

END

Copyright 2009 by Alex Hawk, all rights reserved.

Ok, it wasn’t much of a story as far as length, but I hope you all liked it.

Virgin Brother

“Prove it!” challenged my thirteen-year-old brother, Matt.
“I don’t need to.”
“You mean you can’t.”
“No, I mean I don’t need to.”
“I think you’re full of shit.”
“I think you ARE a shit, so we’re even.”
This had gotten started when we’d watched the movie “Clerks” earlier today. There was a scene where two characters were discussing a guy trying to blow himself. I’d made some remark to Matt about how I could do that, and since then he’d been arguing with me.
“It’s bullshit, Brody. No one can really do that.”
“I can.”
“Prove it!”
Finally I snapped. “Fine! If I prove it, will you shut the fuck up?”
“Of course.”
“Fine. Let’s go upstairs, though. I’m not going to blow myself in the living room.”
“Ok.”
We marched up to my bedroom where I shut and locked the door. “Don’t ever fuckin’ tell anyone about this, ok?”
“I won’t.”
“Fine.” I started getting undressed. “I gotta be naked to do this right,” I explained.
“Ok.”
Once my clothes were off, I sat down on the bed. My sixteen-year-old penis was already hard. I took it in my hand and gave it a couple slow, gentle strokes, trying to get into the mood for this.
Apparently Matt thought this was taking too long. “I don’t wanna stand here and see you spank it. I wanna see you suck it.”
“Shut up, bitch. It takes a little bit before I can do it.”
“Fine.”
When I finally felt ready, I said, “Ok, watch,” then I leaned forward… very far forward… way… way… forward… I stuck out my tongue… contact. I gave the tip of my penis a couple licks and then pushed down further, until my lips were around the tip and all of it was inside my mouth.
“Holy. Mother. Fucking. Shit!” said Matt, his mouth hanging open in surprise.
I pulled my face up. “See?” I asked, taking a deep breath. “I told you I could do it.” Then I went back down.
“Fuck, wow… what’s that feel like, Brody?”
I sat up a little and kept masturbating. “Just like getting blown by someone else. Not quite as good, but still nice. Kind of like how jerking isn’t as good as a handjob, but it’s still nice.”
“Oh…” Matt said softly. “Uh… I’ve never had a blowjob or a handjob.”
“Oh, you haven’t? Poor you.” I stuck my tongue out at him.
“Fuck you, Brody.”
“No, I think I’d be the butch and you’d be the bitch.” I kept beating off. “You ever done anything, or are you still virgin?”
“I’m still virgin,” he mumbled.
Something about that fact, that my little brother was still a virgin, and the way that he said it, wedged itself into my mind. It actually turned me on a little bit. “Ha! I lost my virginity when I was eleven.” Which was true, courtesy of an older girl who was my babysitter and, it turned out, had seduced a number of boys she took care of. I’d fucked four others since then, including a fourteen-year-old girl named Julia with whom I had a “friends with benefits” type of relationship going on. “You’re behind the times.”
“Right, sure you did.”
“I’ll tell about it sometime. You didn’t believe me about this and it was true.”
Matt sneered at me. Then he said, “Can you teach me how to do that? I wanna see what it’s like.”
I shrugged. “I can try. You gotta be pretty limber to pull it off, though.”
“Ok.”
“Alright. Well, take off your clothes.”
My virgin brother shrugged out of his shirt and tossed it onto the floor. Moments later his jeans and boxers joined it and he stood there naked. His body, like mine, was pretty thin and he didn’t have a lot of pubic hair yet. His penis, which was hard, was probably about four inches or so. It was smaller than mine, which was good. I couldn’t have lived with the embarasment otherwise.
“Alright, sit.” I patted the space next to me on the bed. “You’ve jerked off before, right?”
“Of course I have.”
“Start doing that. You gotta get loosened up a little.”
“Ok.”
My younger brother put his hand around his virgin penis and began stroking it slowly. He used the same basic, one-handed up and down movement that I used. It was kinda weird seeing another guy beat off, especially my brother, but it also kind of turned me on.
“How long you been jerking?” I asked.
Matt shrugged. “About a year.”
“It’s a fun, fun thing.”
“Fuck, yeah.”
The two of us masturbated side-by-side for a few minutes, looking at each other while we did, but trying not to look like we were looking. Finally, when I thought all was ready, I asked Matt, “You ready to try?”
“Yeah.”
“Don’t worry if you can’t do it the first time. It took me several tries.”
“Ok.”
“So what you do is, you stretch your penis out as far as you can, and then you lean as far forward as you can get. Then stick your tongue out and just…” I lowered my mouth onto my penis, bobbed for a few seconds and then pulled up. “Like that.”
“Ok.” Matt took a couple deep breaths and then did just what I told him to. At least to a point. His stuck-out tongue ended up a good three inches away from the tip of his straining virgin penis.
After a few seconds of trying, he resurfaced, breathing hard. “I can’t do it…” he gasped.
“Don’t worry,” I said. “It takes some effort.”
I bent over to go down on myself again as I watched my brother trying to suck himself. God, it was hot seeing him do that. I knew it was wrong to get turned on by it, especially since he was my brother and I wasn’t gay, but there it was.
After a couple minutes of effort, it was clear Matt wasn’t getting any closer to his goal of sucking his virgin penis. He sat back, breathing hard.
“I can’t… I can’t do it…”
I put a hand on his shoulder. “It’s ok. You’ll get there eventually.”
Matt looked downcast. “Yeah, but I wanted to know what a blowjob felt like.”
I licked my lips as I looked at my virgin brother’s penis. My heart raced as I said, casually, “Well, if you like I’ll suck you a little. So that you know what it’s like.”
Matt looked at me with an expression of total surprise on his face. “You… you will?”
“Yeah. I mean, I won’t do it for long, and you can’t tell anyone, but, yeah, I’ll suck your virgin dick.”
My brother rolled his eyes. “Yeah, I’m still virgin, but you don’t need to rub it in.”
“Sorry,” I replied, not sure why I’d even mentioned it. I’d never done anything at all with another guy, but I wanted to do stuff with my little virgin brother. “So you want a suck?”
Matt thought about it. “Well… ok, I guess. But don’t you tell anyone, either.”
“I won’t.”
“Ok.”
My virgin brother let go of his penis and, taking a deep breath, I reached out and took it in my hand, stroking him slowly and gently. I was giving him his first handjob. A thrill of excitement shot through me.
“How’s this feel?” I asked in a voice barely above a whisper.
“Nice…”
Grinning, I said, “Wait until you feel this.” Then I opened my mouth and lowered it down around Matt’s virgin penis. I ran my tongue all along the shaft and over the tip, jerking him a little as I gave him his first blowjob.
While I was blowing him, I started jerking off. This was soooo cool, I thought. Here I was giving my virgin brother his first blowjob. His virgin penis was in my mouth. I had his virgin penis in my hand. He was so virgin he’d never done anything with this incredible virgin penis of his. He was a virgin. A total virgin with a wonderfully virgin penis. A virgin… a virgin… virgin…. oh, god, he was still virgin and I was getting to play with him. My little virgin brother… oh, god… he was VIRGIN!
My orgasm hit with a suddeness that surprised me. One second I was sucking my brother’s penis, thinking about him being a virgin, and then BLAST, I started spurting out everywhere. At about the same time, Matt started to moan and began firing his sperm into my mouth as he had his first orgasm given to him by someone else. I tried to swallow and nearly choked, but eventually managed to get it all down.
As soon as Matt was done cumming, I sat back on my bed, my mind spinning. What the HELL had I just done? I’d never done anything with another guy before, and now I’d just given my little brother a blowjob! His first blowjob, I reminded myself and felt a little turned on again.
“Dude…” Matt whispered, his penis twitching a little. “That was… whoa… that was so cool…”
“Yeah,” I said, wiping my mouth a little.
“I never felt anything like that before,” he continued.
“Feels good, huh?”
“Yeah.” He grinned at me. “Thanks, Brody.”
“You’re welcome.” Shyly I found myself saying, “Matt? If you ever, you know, want another one? Just let me know, ok?”
“Really? Ok!” Matt stood up and started getting dressed. I followed suit and soon we were back in the living room, talking and chatting like nothing had happened.
But I knew better.
Over the next year or so I gave Matt blowjobs every day, sometimes even twice a day. I REALLY got off on it, even though I knew I wasn’t gay and still kept sleeping with my girlfriend. We never talked about it, he and I, except for when I was doing it to him, but I knew he enjoyed it.
All good things must, however, come to an end. So it was that just a few days after Matt turned fourteen, he got a girlfriend and wound up losing his virginity to her. He came home afterwords and bragged about it non-stop. Obviously he’d had a good time heading out onto the first steps of a real sex life.
But for me it was the end of what he and I had. I still sucked him off a couple times after he lost his virginity, but it wasn’t any fun for me anymore. The only thing that really turned me on about it had been the fact that he’d been a virgin and I was the only one to do things with him. Once that changed, I lost interest.
Then I found out that one of my brother’s best friends was still a virgin… oh, yes…

END

Copyright 2005 by Alex Hawk, all rights reserved. In vino veritas.

A Thing as Pure as Love – Chapter One

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 alot.
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 lept 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 admited. “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 Bicentenial 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 saddness 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, comming 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 forwad 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 lucious 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 agian. 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 dazzed 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

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