Wishful Thinking – Chapter One

I let out a soft, quiet sigh as I peer through the blinds, hand stroking my penis as I watched Devin, thirteen-year-old neighbor boy, mowing my lawn. He’d ditched his shirt some time ago and was really, really easy on the eyes.
I was a thirty-two-year-old man who was intensely attracted to teenage boys. Seeing their young, cute bodies in motion, even without them having sex, was one of the best, most perfect things I’d ever experienced. I’d had sex with girls aplenty back in the day. Heck, I had a thirteen-year-old son, Ebin, currently visiting his mother, due to one of those girls. But boys were my preference.
Much as I loved boys, I never acted on my desires for them. All I ever did was masturbate to pictures of teenagers and fantasize extensively. I had a large collection of kiddie porn on my computer and regularly enjoyed it.
Part of why I never acted on my desires was because of fear of getting caught, but there was also the fact that I was, let’s face it, an older man. More than twice the age of the boys that I wanted to have sex with. I’d had sex with guys my age and some a little younger, I considered myself gay, but never with a boy the age I really wanted. They were probably all straight, too, which made it even more difficult.
I felt very envious of teenage girls. The smart ones were able to get all the boypenis they wanted while all I had was my hand, my porn and, currently, the sight of a beautiful young boy mowing the lawn without his shirt.
Eventually Devin finished mowing the lawn. Sadly, this happened before I came. I quickly zipped myself up as the boy walked up and knocked on the door. I opened it up, looking at his half-naked young body, a couple beads of sweat working down his chest, onto his stomach and disapearing into the loose fitting shorts he was wearing.
“I’m all done, sir,” he said.
Smiling a little I said to him, “Devin, I’ve told you. You can call me Kelly.”
“Ok. I’m sorry, Mister Kelly.”
I rolled my eyes. “Just Kelly, Devin, just Kelly.” I walked outside and looked over the lawn. “Very good!”
“Thanks!”
I had to fight down the urge to run my hands down his bare chest and cup his penis. I imagined it would be very beautiful.
Reaching into my pocket I pulled out my wallet and took out a twenty. “Here you go,” I said, handing it to him.
“Wow, really? I thought you were only going to pay me ten!”
“Well, I don’t have a ten. Only a twenty. Besides, you did a really, really good job. I’m very pleased by all your hard work.”
“Thanks, Kelly!” Devin said smiling. “See, I remembered this time.”
“Yes, you did.” I so wanted to hold this boy. Kiss him, carress him, fondle him.
He pocketed the money. “Thanks a lot! I’ll see you next week.”
“You’re welcome,” I said, waving to Devin as he walked. God, he had a cute little butt.
Quickly I sprinted back into my house, booted up my computer, found a series of pictures of a boy who resembled Devin and gave myself a pretty good orgasm, all the while dreaming and wishing that I could have the boy himself.
Images of Devin’s body stayed with me all day, providing much distraction as I tried to get stuff done around the house. I kept picturing him naked, having sex with me, having sex with other boys, having sex with girls. Just having sex in general. I wanted the boy so much!
That night as I laid there in the darkness of my bed, I experienced another really good orgasm while picturing Devin fucking some lucky young girl. As I cleaned up my sperm with a towel I kept near the bed, one thought kept going through my mind.
“Man, I wish I could turn into an attractive teenage girl,” I mumbled.
*BAM*
The light blinded me for a couple seconds, and there was an odd smell of spices and perfume. And there, hovering about a foot above my bed was a small, rather fat looking man about two feet tall and floating with his legs in the lotus position. He looked rather like Bhudda only he had an odd smirk and was entirely nude. Thankfully his stomach was fat enough to act as something of a fig leaf, keeping me from seeing what I didn’t really want to see.
“Good evening, efendi,” he said, salaaming to me.
“Uh…”
“I am called Hasim. I am your most humble, worthless servant and am here to grant your wish.”
“Wish?” I said, finding my voice.
“Your wish, Grand Magisterial Magnificence,” he said a little testily. “You wanted to be able to be a girl, yes?”
“Uh…”
The creature, a genie I supposed he was, sighed and pulled out a small tape recorder and pressed a button. My voice came out saying, “Man, I wish I could turn into an attractive teenage girl.”
“Uh…”
“So I am here, O Lord of my Skills, to grant your wish.”
I shook my head. “Ok, ok. I know what’s happening. I’m sleeping and dreaming, yes?”
“No.”
“Ah, but I’d expect you to say that as part of my dream.”
Hasim rolled his eyes. “O Master, I do not desire to contradict you in your infinate wisdom. However I must contend that I am, in fact, real and not a vision caused by too much pepperoni pizza washed down with Kool-Aid.”
“Yeah, but… you’re a genie, right?”
“Correct, O Ruler of the Heavens.”
“But genies don’t exist.”
“Well, I’m sure, O Great Fount of All Wisdom, that you’d know better than me, what with me only being a genie and all,” Hasim said, sounding testy again.
“Alright, alright,” I said, holding up a hand to placate him. “So you’re real and you’re a genie and you’re here to grant my wish.”
“Correct, O Mighty One. I am but your humble servant.” He salaamed again.
I sat up, figuring still that this was a dream. I’d had stranger ones. Once I had a dream where I dreamt an entire documentry on the early days of the telephone system. It was historically factual, too. This dream was at least far more interesting.
“Ok… Hasim, right? So you’re going to turn me into a girl?”
“Not unless that is your wish, O Worshipful One. What I shall do, in fact, is enable YOU to change from your current… form… to that of an comley maiden of aproximately thirteen years of age.”
“And will I be able to change back?”
“At a whim, O Soon-to-be-Transmographying One.”
I considered this. “What’s the catch?”
“No catch, Great Sun of the Skies. You shall have this ability without strings or conditions.”
“Uh-huh… ok.”
“However…”
“Ah.”
Hasim pulled out a small bit of paper and looked it over. “You shall have this ability for 240 hours. Ten days from the time you wake up. You shall only have the power for ten days.”
“Only ten days?” I asked a little disapointed. Even if this was just a dream, I wanted more than that. “Is there any way to make it, you know, permanent?”
“There is, Great… Great…” Hasim thought quietly for a moment. “Great Desirer of Boys.”
“That was pretty weak.”
Hasim shrugged. “One does what one can, Most Illuminated Master of-”
“Let’s just stop it with the honoriffics, ok?”
“Sure.” The genie sat back and said, “Ok, here’s the deal, pal. You can make the power permanent by having no less than ten boys ejeculate into you. Each must be a virgin prior to the encounter.”
I blinked. “What? What kind of condition is that?”
“The kind someone who planned to use the power to have sex with young boys might find to be fairly appealing,” Hasim retorted.
I sat silently for a second. “Ok, good point.” Something crossed my mind. “I won’t get pregnant, will I?”
“No, you’ll be infertile,” Hasim said, lighting up a ciggarette he’d produced from somewhere. The smoke disapated only a couple inches from him. “So, what’s it gonna be, bub? You want the wish or not?”
Thinking again I said, “There’s not, like, some weird Twilight Zone style thing that’ll happen, is there? Like I’ll turn into a beautiful teenage girl, but suddenly every cute young boy will be gay?”
Hasim rolled his eyes. “You people are so paranoid these days.”
“Well, I’m just asking.”
“If you had clients to please, would you go out of your way to put on strange conditions and weird consequences that made them unhappy and screwed them over?”
“Cell phone companies do,” I pointed out.
Hasim hesitated. “Ok, that might be a valid point. But we genies don’t.”
“Hmmm… and if I change my mind?”
“Then don’t turn into a girl and don’t have sex with ten boys and you’ll be you again, just like you are now, though why you’d want that, I can’t begin to guess.”
Staring hard at Hasim I said, “You know, I kind of miss those honoriffics.”
“I bet.”
Silence prevailed for a bit. Hasim pulled out a watch and was pointedly looking at it as I considered my options.
“What do I have to do to change?”
“Just will that it be so.”
“That’s it?”
“That’s it. What, you want to say some stupid little rhyme or something?”
“Well, not really,” I confessed.
“Then accept what you get.”
“Ok.”
“So you gonna take this offer, then? I do have other appointments tonight.”
Shrugging I said, “Sure. This is an interesting dream. Can’t wait to see where it goes.”
“Fine, then.” Hasim put out his ciggarette and cleared his throat. Speaking in a language I didn’t recognize, he made many strange gestures and then finally stood up and said, “Right, that’s it.”
“I don’t feel any different,” I said after a bit.
Hasim rolled his eyes once more. “Listen, mortal, I told you it wouldn’t take effect until after you wake up.”
“Oh, right.”
“By the Great Hand of Allah you humans are so…” He pulled himself together. “Anyhow, let me help you sleep.” He pointed again at me and I felt my eyes grow heavy. The last I saw of Hasim was him muttering, “I don’t know. They promised me seventy-two virgins in Paradise, and what did I get? A bunch of raisins and a new job. Makes you wonder why you even bother…”

* * *

I woke with a start and a faint headache, the images of the dream still infused in my mind. I rolled over and laid on my back, thinking to myself how strange it had been, and how nice it might be to have something like that actually happen.
“Oh, well,” I said to myself. Then I paused. “Uh… hello?” My voice didn’t sound right.
I sat up and pulled the blanket back, looking down at myself. Where my penis should have been was a small slit with just a tiny bit of hair at the top. My beer gut was gone, replaced by smooth, flat stomach and my breasts had actually shrunk and firmed up, now looking very girly.
“Holy shit,” I whispered, my voice sounding very different from what I was used to. Getting rather awkwardly to my feet I walked over to the mirror and looked.
I was a girl. No two ways about it.
Not a bad looking girl, either. I looked to be a young thirteen. I had blue eyes and blond hair and a nice face. I would have fucked me. I placed a hand on one of my breasts and ran it between them and down onto what I guessed was now offically my vagina. Little tingles went through my body as I touched myself.
“Oh, my god,” I whispered. “It wasn’t just a dream.”
Then I thought about what Hasim had said about turning back. I closed my eyes and sort of imagined my vagina turning back into a penis. A shudder went through my body and when I opened my eyes I saw my old self looking at me.
“Oh, holy fuck!” I said with a laugh. “Oh, god! I can actually do this!”
I closed my eyes again and turned back once more into a girl, now giddy with excitement.
Now I could have any of the boys I wanted. I could get fucked by cute teenage boys whenever I wished. Flouncing over to my bed, I laid down and started rubbing at my vagina, enjoying the incredible new pleasure of being a girl. I even quickly found the entrance and worked first one and then two fingers up into myself, pleased as pie.
I actually kept masturbating for several minutes, picturing a series of young boys on top of me, spending themselves within my vagina. I eventually reached my first orgasm as a girl moments later. It was quite a bit different from what I’d experienced as a man. I couldn’t wait to have more!
Knowing that I’d have to gussy myself up for all this, I went and took a shower and then pondered what to wear. I wanted to go to the mall and buy myself some girl clothes, but first I had to figure out what to put on to get there. Finally a smart idea occured to me and I went to my son’s room, standing there naked and looking through his clothes, feeling rather naughty about the idea that I was the first girl to be naked in my boy’s bedroom.
I eventually picked out a nice, loose, white tshirt, a pair of boxers and a pair of shorts. I then added a pair of white socks and white tenis shoes. I looked good. Not great, but good. No bra, of course. I figured this was good enough, and headed out.
Quickly I realized I had a problem. I didn’t have a driver’s liscence as a thirteen-year-old girl. Sighing a little I headed to a nearby bustop. There would be a bus to the mall in a few minutes. Excellent. While I sat there, I looked around at the world, seeing a couple boys go by on their bikes. They checked me out as they passed. I checked them out, secure in the knowledge that I could probably get them to fuck me without any real effort. Wonderful.
The bus came and I went to the mall. I used my ATM card and pulled out three hundred bucks which I used to to buy myself all sorts of girl clothes. I was also aware of the eyes of many boys and men on me as I wandered. It was wonderful and I pondered the idea of just taking a boy and going to a dark corner and having him fuck me, but no. My first boy would be Devin.
Shopping done, I headed home, mind whirling with all the possibilities for what the next ten days might hold.

END CHAPTER ONE

Copyright 2004 by Alex Hawk. Copy? Wrong. Copyright! ^_^

Doing It – Part Three

“Revenge,” I said to Jack and Jeff as we sat in our tent. I was still faintly annoyed that we had to put up with a tent while the girls had cabins. If the embarassment they’d put us through yesterday wasn’t enough to make me want revenge, this fact was.
“Good idea,” Jack replied. “How?”
“I have no clue.”
We sat there sulking in silence. I’d come up with a brilliant notion last night, but in the light of day it had faded and turned out to be basically crap. So we were back to square one.
“Let’s get out and go for a walk,” Jack suggested.
“Good idea,” I said.
As we walked through the camp, we talked, trying out different ideas to get back at the girls, but nothing came to mind. Finally we stopped down by the river and spent some time throwing rocks into the water.
“Hey…” Jack said after a moment. “Look who’s comming.” He nodded over my shoulder.
I looked up to see Sally, Molly and Jessica heading towards us.
“Too late to hide and ambush them,” Jeff said.
“Yeah. Let’s see what they want.” I glared at the girls as they got closer.
“Hi,” Jessica said.
“Hey,” I replied.
“So… listen. We were thinking about last night.”
“So were we,” Jeff replied in tones of great menace.
“Yeah, well, listen. We know you boys are going to try to get revenge somehow.”
“Who us?” I asked, all innocence. “No, not us.”
Sally snorted. “I know you better than that.”
“Look,” Jessica said, holding up a hand. “I have a proposal.”
“Ok.”
Jessica took a breath. “Well. We’ve seen you naked. And you’re probably going to try some weird plot to see us naked. So we’ll save you the trouble. If you let us see you guys naked again, out here in the light, then we’ll get naked, too, so that you can see us. That way you don’t have to try some weird revenge thing, you get what you want and we get what we want.”
I stared at the girls, unable to believe what they were saying. I wasn’t sure what to say to this. Jack apparently knew what to reply with, however.
“We get to see you guys naked?! FUCK YEAH!”
I rolled my eyes. “Group talk, guys.”
We all huddled together. Jack said, “Come on, let’s do this. They’ve already seen us naked, so that’s not a big deal. Plus, we’ll get to see them naked! It’s a good deal!”
I sighed and looked at Jeff. “What do you think?”
“I think I’d do a lot to see a naked girl.”
“Me, too,” I conceeded. “Alright.”
We turned back towards the girls. I said to them, “Here’s the deal. We’ll go for it, but you have to get naked first.”
Molly, Sally and Jessica all traded looks. Then they nodded. Jessica said, “Ok, you got a deal.”
“Cool,” Jack said with a smile.
I smiled, too, wondering if the other guys were as hard as I was. Probably.
The girls didn’t say anything further. They simply started to pull off their clothes and in mere seconds I was looking at my first ever naked girl! Not just one of them, but three! Ok, so one was my twin sister, but I could pretty easily ignore that.
Each of the girls was different, too. Jessica had the biggest breasts of them all, where as my sister was still almost flat. Molly had no hair between her legs, Sally had a few strands and Jessica had a bit more. They were each beautiful to look at, even my sister.
“Ok, your turn,” Molly said.
Jeff got a smart-ass look on his face. “You know, we could just back out and not let you see us.” I could’ve smacked him.
“If you ever want to see us naked again, Jeff Michaels, you’ll do what you’re supposed to,” Sally said.
THAT got our attention. Pretty quickly the three of us disrobed, and now all six of us stood there looking at each other’s naked young bodies. I’d never been so horny in my life. I would have fucked any of them, even Sally.
“You guys look really cool,” Jack said.
“You, too,” Sally replied.
“So…” Jessica said after a few minutes of us all looking at each other. “I guess we should get back to camp. It’s getting to be lunch time.”
“Yeah,” Jeff responded. None of us moved.
Finally Molly reached down to pick up her shirt. That seemed to be a signal the rest of us. We all put our clothes back on and started to walk back to camp. None of us said anything. But we knew that something important had happend. The only question was if it would happen again.

END PART THREE

Copyright 2005 by Alex Hawk. I wonder if a hawk could carry a coconut?

Doing It – Part Two

“This isn’t a good idea, Emmet” Jack muttered as we crept quietly through the sleeping campground. It was about two in the morning, and needless to say, if we were caught it would be bad.
“It was YOUR idea!” I replied.
“Look, guys, we’re almost there, ok? All we gotta do is get into the cabin, grab what we’re there for and leave!” Jeff said.
“Why aren’t we doing this when they’re gone?” I asked for about the tenth time.
Jeff sighed. “There’s no point in a panty-raid if the people you’re raiding are gone.”
“Shut up, guys,” Jack said. “There’s the cabin.”
We paused behind a couple trees and looked at the cabin occupied by my sister Sally and her cabin-mates, Jessica and Molly. Our goal: sneak into the cabin wearing improvised masks, grab their underwear and sprint back to our own cabin. It was a stupid idea, but we were twelve, horny and bored.
Slowly, quietly, we crept towards the cabin, our ears attentive for anything unusual, our eyes searching around for signs of trouble. Nothing. All was clear. We moved ever forward and paused at the door to gather our wits. Then on the count of three we threw open the door and charged into the cabin at full speed!
No one was there.
We stood there in confusion for just an instant before Jeff said, “It’s a trap!”
As we turned to bolt from the cabin the door shut, and we were blinded by bright lights which turned out to be flashlights. As our eyes adjusted we saw the girls standing there in their nightgowns, obviously ready for us.
We were screwed.
“Well, well, well…” Molly began. “What have we here? Three lost boys, on their way to Neverland?”
“Uh… yes?” Jack hazzarded.
“No,” Molly said flatly. “Take off the masks.”
Sighing we each pulled our masks off. My sister let out a little laugh. “I KNEW that was you, Emmet.”
“Look, Sally, this wasn’t my idea,” I began.
“Save it boys,” said Jesscia. “We caught you trying to raid us, and now you’re ours to punish.”
“Punish?” Jeff echoed weakly.
“Either you get punished by us or we turn you over to the counselors,” Sally said.
“Take your pick, boys,” Molly put in. “We’ll wait.”
I turned to Jack and Jeff. “You realize, right, that we’re fucked.”
Both of them nodded and Jeff elbowed Jack. “You idiot. This was your idea.”
“I didn’t expect them to know we were comming!” Jack protested.
“How DID they know we were comming?” I wondered.
“It doesn’t matter now. The main question we have to answer is do we do what they want or risk having the counselors punish us?” asked Jeff.
As we thought about this, I said, “Well, look, whatever they wanna do to us won’t be as bad as what the counselors want. And if they want us to do something really bad, all we have to do is call their bluff and get them in trouble for trying to blackmail us.”
“That makes sense,” Jack said as Jeff nodded.
I turned the girls. “Ok, what sort of punishment do you have in mind?”
“Well,” said Molly, “since you came here to steal our underwear it’s only fair that we should steal yours. So take off whatever underwear you have on and we’ll let you go.”
“Our underwear?” I echoed.
“Yep.”
I looked at the other boys who seemed to have appointed me leader. Great. Scowling a little I said, “Fine. Turn around and we’ll give them to you.”
“No, no, Emmet,” said Sally. “You take them off where we can watch.”
“What?!” Jack hissed loudly. “You can’t be serious!”
“We are,” Sally said in a tone that I knew from experience meant she was very serious.
“It’s simple boys,” said Jessica. “You take off your under and give them us while we watch or we turn you in to the counselors. It’s up to you.”
Jack and Jeff were both looking at me. I scowled again and said, “Fine, whatever. Though it’s a little sick that you wanna see my dick,” I said looking at my sister.
Sally smiled sweetly. “I don’t wanna see YOURS, Emmet.” She fixed her eye on Jeff who blushed.
“So get to it, boys!” called out Molly.
I looked at the other guys. “I don’t think we have a choice,” I said, reluctantly.
“Fine,” said Jack. “Let’s get it over with.”
At pretty much the same time, all three of us started to unzip and pull down our pants. We all stepped out of them and then, with me in the lead, we pulled off our boxers and passed them to the girls. I was at least a little relieved to notice that I wasn’t the only boy with a hardon.
The girls giggled a little as they stared at each of us. I felt my face growing hot, but knew there wasn’t anything I could do about it. I said, “Can we go now?”
“Sure, but you should probably pull up your pants first,” Molly said.
Blushing furiously, I pulled my pants up and after my cabin mates followed suit we made our way back to our cabin, the sound of the laughing girls echoing in our heads. As soon as we were inside and the door was shut, I said something very susscinct.
“Well, fuck.”
“How did they know we were comming?” Jeff said.
“I don’t know. Sally was probably behind it somehow. It’s my sister’s style. I’ll find out eventually.”
Dejected we all sat down on our bunks in the darkness. Finally Jack said, “So now what?”
Slowly I said, “Now… we prepare our revenge.” And for the next ten minutes I outlined a plan. It was entirely evil and would be absolutely perfect. I couldn’t wait until morning to try it! We’d show the girls who was in charge.

END PART TWO

Copyright 2004 by Alex Hawk. If you break my copyright, I won’t be your friend anymore!

A Thing as Pure as Love – Chapter Nine

Pain…
Every part of me hurt. My head hurt. My legs hurt. My EYEBROWS hurt.
Then I began to slowly realize that I shouldn’t be feeling any pain at all. I should be dead. What was going on?
I was aware that I was laying down. I tried to sit up and felt the world spin around me.
“Whoa, there, son,” I heard a gentle voice say and felt hands guiding me back onto what I realized was a bed.
Aware that my eyes were shut, I tried to open them, then slammed them shut again as the light nearly blinded me. I worked my mouth and tried to speak.
“Oh, you’re probably thirsty. Here, take a sip.” I felt a straw at my mouth. I sucked on it gently, feeling cool water flood into my mouth. Before I knew it I had drank the entire glass.
“Thank you,” I whispered.
“You’re welcome,” came the voice again.
I slowly opened my eyes, feeling them adjust to the light. Soon they were open entirely and I realized I was in a hospital bed. Sitting near me, on a small chair, was a man, probably about fifty years old-or-thereabouts.
“Where am…” I started to ask, then stopped. “Where’s Cassie?” I asked in a slightly paniked voice.
The man held up a hand. “Don’t worry. Your girlfriend is just fine. She’s in the next room over.”
“Oh, thank god,” I whispered and laid back.
“I’m sure He’d say you’re welcome,” the man said with a smile in his voice.
I sat up again and looked at him. “Thank you, too, doctor.”
He laughed. “Oh, I’m not a doctor. I’m a minister. My name is Thomas Johansen.” He held out his hand. I shook it, the movement sending pain through my arm. “My wife and I found you and your girlfriend out on the street the other night.”
I blinked. “Oh. Well, then, REALLY thank you.” I swallowed a little. “I think we nearly… nearly died out there.”
“You nearly did,” he said with a nod.
I closed my eyes and shuddered. Then I opened them in a slight panic. “The baby…”
Mr Johansen smiled. “Don’t worry. Cassie, you said her name was?” I nodded. “Her baby, and I presume yours?” I nodded again. “The baby is fine.”
“Oh, good,” I whispered.
The room was quiet for a few minutes and then Mr Johansen said, “May I ask your name?”
“Huh? Oh. Hunter.”
“If you don’t mind, Hunter, may I ask how you and Cassie came to be out on the streets on a night like that?”
The question was innocuous, but I knew I had to answer it carefully. I certainly couldn’t tell him the full truth, so I settled for an abbreviated version. That Cassie and I were from far away, that she was trying to find her mother and I was along to help her. I mentioned nothing of our father, beyond saying that both my father and hers were dead. I didn’t go into a lot of detail, of course. I hoped he’d just figure I was too tired out to do so, which wasn’t far from the truth.
Mr Johansen seemed to accept my explanation and didn’t really push me any further. At some point after that I drifted off to a sound sleep.

* * *

When I woke up I saw Mr Johansen talking quietly to a woman who looked about his age. She looked almost like everyone’s grandmother. Grey hair, not exactly thin, obviously a woman who was used to smiling a lot.
She seemed to notice I was awake. “Thomas?” she said, and pointed at me.
Mr Johansen looked at me. “Oh. Hunter. How are you feeling?”
“A little hungry,” I ventured.
“I’ll go get you something dear,” the woman, his wife I assumed, said as she left the room.
“That was my wife, Elizabeth. She’s been keeping an eye on Cassie.”
“Cassie…” I closed my eyes a little, trying to banish the image of Cassie freezing out on the streets. I sat up. “I want to go see her.”
“Alright,” Mr Johansen said calmly. “But why don’t you eat something first?”
I was about to argue, but then my stomach rumbled. I hadn’t really eaten anything before we’d wound up on the street, and now was really hungry. “Ok.”
Mrs Johansen returned with the food only a couple moments later. I scarffed it down quickly, even though it was quite bland and tasteless. I’d had enough experience with hospitals in the past (thanks to my dad), to know that was what was to be expected.
Mrs Johansen made small talk with me while I ate. She seemed like a very nice lady, and reported that Cassie was awake and doing well and looking very forward to seeing me. That made me eat all the faster.
After I was done eating, Mr and Mrs Johansen helped me stand up. She left the room while I got some clothes on, and then the three of us walked down the hall. Once we were outside Cassie’s room, they told me they’d wait outside. I nodded, took a deep breath and opened the door.
Cassie was laying on a bed. She looked like she was sleeping. I walked slowly over to her and brushed a little hair out of her face. “Cassie?” I whispered.
Her head turned towards me and her eyes opened. My sister’s smile was like a glimpse into heaven.
“Hello, Hunter.”

* * *

Cassie and I checked out of the hospital the next day and immediately went home with Mr and Mrs Johansen. We’d both initially declined their offer of a place to live, but in the end we saw the logic.
They offered to let us live with them for as long as we needed. Until the baby was born and then well past then. They’d help us get enrolled into school and take care of us. It was a chance for us to get our lives back into order after months of chaos. We couldn’t possibly refuse.
Over the next few days, we found out that they’d lost their only son back in 1969 when he’d died in Vietnam. They missed him terribly, and I think they basically viewed us as replacement children.
Cassie gave birth during the first week of June. We named our new son Luke, after a certain movie we’d seen the week before. His middle name was Thomas. He was just amazing. I couldn’t believe Cassie and I had made something so wonderful together.
The night after Luke was born, I went to Mr Johansen and finally confessed everything. I told him about our father. I told him about our mother. I told him about our relationship. I told him everything. I had to. I couldn’t keep living a lie.
Mr Johansen took it surprisingly well. It turned out he’d actually already suspected something like this. He wasn’t angry or anything. He was a little sad at our story and what we’d gone through, but he was also very understanding.
So it was because of him that I ended up with a lawyer and in August went back to New York to answer questions about the death of our dad. The authorities there briefly considered charging me with murder, but eventually decided there was no way they’d get a conviction, so I walked out free.
When I came back to Portland, I got an even bigger burst of happiness. Mr Johansen had tracked down our mother, and brought her to Portland. Turned out she’d been living in San Francisco, and hadn’t been in LA for two years. She’d written to us all the time, but our dad had always destroyed her letters.
As time went by the memories of those months on the road began to fade away. We both went back to school, and I eventually went to college where I majored in theology. I was determined to follow in the steps of Mr Johansen and become a minister.
Cassie also wound up going to college and ended up being a kindergarten teacher. She was very good with kids, as she proved by doing most of the work with raising Luke, who ended up being a wonderful child.
And now, all these years later, I look back at our lives and what we’ve done. Luke is married now and has kids of his own, making us the proud grandparents in the world. We’d raised him right, too. Never so much as spanked him.
He was also the only child we had. We’d not had sex with each other since before we wound up in the hospital. Once we were stable and in a home, well, we still loved each other, but no longer made love. Even now I’m not sure why we stopped. It wasn’t ever something we talked about. We just didn’t do it anymore.
We also never wound up being romantically involved with anyone else. I’m pretty sure she had sex with at least a couple other people in her life. I know I did. But there wasn’t anymore romance there. And that was ok.
I still regret how things had gone with our father. I’ve long since forgiven him, but it’s been harder to forgive myself, even though I know I did the right thing. Still, because of him, Cassie and I managed to find a thing as pure as love, and that, in a way, made all of life worth living.

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Copyright 2006 by Alex Hawk. Love is a many splendoured thing!