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 Teenage Handyman





   Description: Spike finds himself living in an apartment complex filled
with welfare mothers.  He earns money by doing odd jobs for the tenants. 
Sometimes he has to take his fees out in trade.

   Codes: mt/ft, mt/Fa, Consensual, Heterosexual, Fiction, Incest, Mother,
Son, Brother, Sister, MaleDom, First, Pregnancy

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   My name's Spike.  Well, actually my given name is Percy, but no one
should call me that to my face unless he wants a fight on his hands.  My
parents named me that in the hopes of pleasing a rich uncle of the same
name who might leave them some money when he died.  Well, he died, but he
didn't leave any of us a dime.

   My parents divorced over Dad's drinking and being without work besides.
My mom had to apply for welfare and she, my sister and I moved into one of
these cheap one-bedroom apartments.  They're pretty rundown and filled with
nothing but other welfare mothers and their children.

   I'm just 14 years old, but I'm pretty good at fixing things.  Dad taught
me how to repair most things, but I picked up a lot on my own, too.  Mom
made a deal with the landlord when we moved in.  She would fix up the
apartment, give him the receipts and then she would deduct that much from
the rent.  I had the whole place looking pretty spiffy in a matter of a
week or so.  The landlord liked what I'd done, but he didn't like what was
charged against the rent and tried to back out of the deal.  Mom took him
aside and talked to him.  She carries this knife with a wicked looking
blade and I'm pretty sure she threatened his manhood.  Anyway, we didn't
have a problem with him after that talk.

   "What did you tell him?"

   "I told him the apartment would look exactly like I found it when we
move if he reneged on our deal."

   Oh, well.  It would have been cooler if she really had threatened his
manhood.

   Mom made some acquaintances of the other tenants pretty quickly and one
of them dropped over after I'd fixed the place up.  Her name was Norma. 
She was 22 years old with two children.

   "How do you fucking rate?" Norma said when she took a look around.

   "What do you mean?" Mom asked.

   "I've been waiting for two fucking years to have my fucking apartment
fixed up and it still hasn't fucking happened.  You're here for two fucking
weeks and your fucking apartment is all fucking fixed up."

   "Spike here did the work."

   "I'll fucking hire him," Norma said.  "How much will you fucking
charge?" Norma said her apartment didn't look much different from ours when
we first moved in but, I wanted to have a look first.  I told her she'd
have to front the cost of materials and I'd keep track of my time and
charge her when her next welfare check came in.

   "It's a fucking deal," said Norma and left.

   "She sure likes to say 'fucking' a lot," I said.

   "Maybe she likes fucking a lot," Mom replied.

   Norma gave me the money for materials and it took a bit longer to do
because now I had school.  Anyway, after I finished the work and gave her
the bill for my time, Norma said she didn't have the fucking money and
besides, we didn't have a fucking written agreement.  I was pissed!  I told
my mom what she said.

   "What is it about people around here always trying to back out on their
obligations?  Go back and take it out on her ass," Mom said.

   "How am I going to do that?  She'll call the cops if I try anything with
her."

   "No she won't," Mom said.  "Have you ever been with a girl?" I knew what
she meant.  I shook my head, but I told her I knew the basics.  She said to
go back there and fuck her brains out.

   "What about the cops?"

   "Just do what I tell you to do and there won't be any cops."

   "What do you fucking want?" Norma said when I walked back to her
apartment.

   "I want my money."

   "I told you there ain't no fucking money." She tried to slam the door on
me but I stopped it with my hand and pushed my way in.  Fear flashed in her
eyes.  Her two- and four-year-old daughters were sitting on the floor
watching TV.  They saw me and waved.  They went back to their TV watching.
They were used to seeing me.

   "You can't squeeze blood out of a fucking turnip," Norma said.  "I'll
call the fucking cops if you don't fucking leave."

   "We'll see about that." I pushed her toward the bedroom.  In the
bedroom, I pushed her onto the bed.  It was just a mattress on the floor.

   "Are you going to fuck me?"

   "What do you think?"

   "Will this make us even?"

   "Cash only," I replied.  "This is just interest until I'm paid back in
full." I started taking off my clothes.  Norma got real quiet and didn't
struggle when I pulled off her pants and panties.  I felt between her legs.
Her cunt felt wet so I climbed on and shoved my prick in.  It only took a
few minutes to blow my first load inside her snatch but I stayed hard and
continued fucking her.  Norma had remained passive, but she was finally
getting into it.  She was making little grunting sounds.  After a while,
her cunt muscles squeezed down on my prick and I squirted my second load.

   "What's Spike doing to you, Mommy?" We looked toward the door and her
oldest daughter was standing there watching us.  I wondered how for how
long.

   "Spike is fucking me, honey," Norma said.  "He's trying to start a baby
in Mommy's belly."

   "Is Spike going to marry you?"

   "No, honey.  Spike isn't going to marry me even if he gives me a baby.
Mommy isn't the type of girl men marry."

   "Can he give me a baby, too?"

   "You're too young yet, Annie.  But you can ask him again when you have
boobies like Mommy's.  Now go back into the living room and watch TV with
your sister.  I'll be out soon to fix us something to eat." Annie turned
around without another word and left.

   "You can fuck me anytime you want," said Norma.  "You don't even have to
stop after I pay you your money.  But please don't hurt my babies."

   "I'm not going to hurt your babies," I replied.  I meant it too, but I
guess Norma felt my prick twitch when her daughter asked for a baby from
me.

   Norma was surprised when I told her this was my first time.  She told me
I was better than some older men she knew and asked if there was anything
else she could do for me, like sucking my prick.  I told her I'd let her
suck my prick next time.

   "You could do something else for me though."

   "What's that?"

   "You could stop saying 'fucking' every other word out of your mouth."

   "Yes sir." I left her apartment and returned to my own.  I told Mom
everything that happened and she was quite pleased with what she heard.

   "Don't be surprised if Norma has the girls calling you Uncle Spike from
now on."

   "I don't think so.  Norma's not interested in me that way.  There's too
much of an age gap between us."

   "We'll see." Mom seemed to know a lot more than I did.  I went back to
Norma's the next day and the kids were all over me.  Both wanted kisses and
hugs from me.

   "You girls seem really glad to see your Uncle Spike," Norma said.  They
smiled and nodded their heads.  Mom sure called that one right.  I motioned
Norma into the bedroom.  There was no hesitation on her part.  She stripped
off her clothes and got on the mattress on all fours.  She wanted to show
me how to take her doggie style.  I didn't mind being taught new positions.
Of course, everything was new to me.  I moved behind her and started
fucking her.  I heard a giggle behind me and knew one or both of the girls
were watching us.  Norma giggled too so I knew it was her doing.  I wanted
to show Norma who was boss so when I finished inside her, I pulled her over
my lap.

   "Do you want to see what happens to naughty girls?" I started whacking
Norma's butt cheeks with my open hand.  She started cussing and yelling at
me to stop.  The girls started crying because I was hurting their mommy, so
I did stop.  I felt bad about upsetting her daughters.

   "Go calm them down," I said.  Norma led the girls out of the bedroom and
turned on the TV.  She came back a few minutes later and glared at me.

   "I hate you, you bastard.  You really hurt me." She giggled then and sat
down beside me.

   "I just told them we were playing a game and you weren't really hurting
me.  If you want to spank me again, you're going to have to do it when the
girls are visiting their grandma."

   "Or put a gag in your mouth," I added.  Norma playfully punched me in
the arm.

   "You know, I wish you weren't so much younger than me.  I could really
go for you." Mom warned me not to get emotionally attached with these
women. They would use me if they could.

   "It's not going to happen."

   "I know," Norma replied.  "I just hope you gave me a son this time."

   "Why is that?"

   "A man has a better chance of making it in this world.  Annie and Megan
will probably grow up to be welfare moms just like me." I thought Norma was
most probably right.  Their mother was already teaching them how to be
little sluts.

   "You seem pretty sure I've knocked you up."

   "If I'm not pregnant now, I sure will be if you keep fucking me like
this." I went home and told Mom about my visit with Norma.

   "What did I tell you about those girls of hers?"

   "You were right," I admitted.  "Well, I just might be seeing her a lot
more."

   "No, don't.  I don't want Norma getting used to seeing you.  It should
be a treat for her."

   "I wouldn't mind her getting used to seeing me so long as I can jump her
bones when I see her."

   "That's not how the game is played.  Just stay away from her for now. 
I'll have another girl here for you tomorrow."

   "Who is she?"

   "I'm not even sure yet.  I just know she'll be a tenant who wants some
work done on her apartment." That meant it could be anyone in this complex,
so there was no guessing who she might be.  I'd just have to wait and be
surprised.

   "Maria is an undocumented immigrant from Mexico," Mom said.  "She came
with her boyfriend to find work.  Everything was okay until she got
pregnant.  He abandoned her and returned to Mexico.  It turns out he
already has a wife and children down there, so I doubt if she'll ever see
him again.  She lost her job and has very little money so the work will
have to be done a bit at a time.  She has some leaking faucets and a toilet
that keeps running, so you can start with those."

   "I can take care of that." I had the tools and washers already although
I might have to buy a part for the toilet.

   "She also has some holes that need filling." Mom smiled and winked.  I
returned the smile.  Maria was a pretty little thing; dark hair, skin and
eyes.  She looked a lot younger than her 19 years.  She could pass for a
girl my age.  She sat there passively holding a baby boy while my mother
and I talked.  English wasn't her first language so I wondered how much she
understood, probably enough.  She wasn't much for smiling; only a brief one
when we were introduced.

   I got my tools and followed Maria to her apartment.  The place was in a
worse mess than ours had been.  There were heavy curtains, which made the
living room really dark.  There wasn't a lamp in there either.  She pointed
out the leaks and then sat down on an old sofa.  Repairing the leaks wasn't
any big deal.  The toilet was a temporary fix but the replacement part was
cheap and I could install that the next day.

   Maria knew I was finished but she just held the baby and stared back at
me.  Was she waiting for me to get tired of standing there and leave?  I
wasn't about to leave without getting a down payment for my efforts.

   "Put the baby in his crib." Maria shrugged her shoulders, stood up and
walked to the bedroom.  Interesting.  She wouldn't move until told to do
so. I followed the girl and watched her put the baby down.  He had a pretty
good temperament and didn't fuss.

   "You want me for your girlfriend?"

   "Sure," I replied.  "You can be my girlfriend."

   "But no baby."

   "No baby," I agreed.  She took off her pants and panties then lay down
on the bed.  She closed her eyes as if she was going to go to sleep.  I
felt between her legs to get her wet.  I got between them and shoved my
prick in.

   "Ay!" Maria cried and her eyes popped wide open.  I know Maria said no
baby, but I didn't know how we were going to prevent it.  I wasn't wearing
a condom and I don't think she was on birth control.  I mentally ordered
Mr. Sperm and his brothers not to fertilize any egg they might come across
while swimming around Maria's belly.  We'd see if they obeyed.

   "Ay!" Maria cried as I came.  Her expressions showed fear, panic and
then resignation.  I stayed hard, but I didn't start fucking her again.  I
kept my prick inside and put almost my full weight on her body to show my
dominance.  She didn't try to push me off.

   "He's hungry," she said when the baby started crying.  I allowed her to
get up.  She breastfed him while we talked.  She wanted more done to the
apartment.  I mentally kicked myself for telling her she was my girlfriend.
To her, that meant I could do stuff for her for free.  She was a tricky
bitch!  She wasn't going to be my girlfriend for long.

   "I see you tomorrow?"

   "Maybe."

   Norma was standing outside her apartment when I passed by.

   "Do you want to come in?"

   "I dunno.  I'm pretty busy right now."

   "Yeah, I can smell her on you.  I bet you I'm better." I didn't agree or
disagree.  Norma was different from Maria and that's all I knew.  I also
knew my toolbox was feeling heavier.  I shifted it to my other hand.

   "I have something to give you.  Come in.  Just for a minute.  Please?" I
followed her inside her apartment.  The girl rummaged around in a drawer
and then handed me a key.

   "You never have to knock now.  You can walk in anytime of the day or
night."

   "Thanks," I said.  This was getting kind of weird.  I'd have to ask Mom
whether I should keep the key or give it back.

   "I haven't sucked your cock yet.  I could do it now."

   "No, thanks.  Maybe later." She looked disappointed.  I got out of
there.

   Mom listened to my latest adventure and told me both women were trying
to get their claws into me in their own way.  My guess was that they had to
be mighty desperate to think a 14-year-old was a prize.  Mom agreed that
they were desperate, but chasing after me was probably one of the smarter
choices these women had ever made in their lives so far.

   "Don't make a commitment to any of them.  You don't owe them a thing. 
They owe you." I kept that in mind when I went back over to Maria's to
install the toilet part.

   "You fix the light?" The bedroom light was out.  For all I knew the
light bulb just needed changing, but I wasn't going to check.

   "Do you have money for the work I've done already?" Maria shook her head
and started pouting.

   "I'm not your girlfriend?"

   "Not if you're expecting me to do things for free." She turned away as
if giving me the cold shoulder.

   "Fine, I'm leaving." I think she realized she was going to play hell
getting me to help in the future because she called me back.

   "I have ten dollars."

   "Give it to me." I think she had more but it was a start.  I pointed to
the bedroom and she figured out she was going to get laid again.  I don't
think Maria liked fucking for a guy who didn't think her pussy hair was
spun from gold, but she had absolutely no bargaining power.  After fucking
her, I checked the light and found the switch needed replacement.  I told
her I wanted more money by the time I returned.  She said she'd try.  I
then told her I wanted a key to her apartment, an idea Norma gave me.

   "Why?"

   "I might want to fuck you some time when the baby is asleep and I don't
want to wake him up with my pounding on the door." I was testing to see how
much power I had over her.  She looked at me like I was 'loco in la cabeza'
but she wound up giving me the key.

   It's funny how money can suddenly appear when the need is there.  Maria
paid me up to date the very next day and even Norma gave me a chunk of what
she owed me.  I offered it to Mom, but she told me to keep it, so then I
had some spending money.

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   "Catering exclusively to welfare mothers is a moneymaker to our esteemed
landlord," Mom said.  "The rents are pretty close to market value.  Some of
the tenants get their rent subsidized.  It's guaranteed by the taxpayer and
is deposited directly to his account.  However, things are not always rosy
for him.  The tenants' boyfriends are always trying to move in with them, a
violation of the welfare rules.  If the welfare authorities find out, they
give our landlord grief.  Also, the boyfriend usually has this
entrepreneurial spirit, which usually means he starts dealing drugs out of
the apartment.  Then the police get involved and give our landlord even
more grief.  He recently has had to evict some tenants and currently has
three vacancies.  Does that pretty much sum it up, Mr.  Goldstein?" The
landlord was sitting at our kitchen table while Mom explained this to me.

   "Yeah, except the part about it being a moneymaker.  Believe me, I'm
losing money like crazy.  I'm not making a dime off this."

   "So rent out the apartments.  What's the problem?"

   "The problem," Mom continued, "is that these units haven't been approved
for rental by the housing authorities based on their present condition. 
Knowing your work, he'd like to hire you to fix up the apartments."

   "Save the receipts and I'll take it off the rent just like last time."

   "What about my time?  I didn't charge my mom for the time I spent fixing
the place up.  I can't do that for you."

   "That makes sense," Mom said.

   "I'll give him minimum wage."

   "You'll give him a lot more than that and the authority to hire
contractors for work he can't do."

   "What!  He's just a teenager.  I can't give him that type of authority."

   "Then you can give me the authority," said Mom.  "I think you need an
on-site manager anyway.  I could be that manager."

   "I used to have one, but he was stealing me blind."

   "You used to have an on-site handyman, too from what I understand.  He
got free rent and did absolutely nothing to earn it."

   "That's why I fired him."

   Mom turned out to be a pretty good negotiator.  She became the
unofficial manager and kept a watch on things.  In return, she paid nothing
on the rent.  I had an after school and weekend job that paid twice what I
could get working at a fast food joint and I wasn't even old enough to work
at one of those places anyway.  Mom insisted that schoolwork shouldn't
suffer and I still had to get good grades.  I could work only 20 hours a
week.  I even got the free use of the handyman's basement apartment.  Mr.
Goldstein told me not to turn it into a pussy palace, but I think he knew I
would anyway.  He already knew about Norma and Maria, but he didn't seem to
care as long as it didn't affect him.  Everything was unofficial and under
the table.  That was fine with Mom.  She would get a debit card from the
landlord and make the needed purchases for me.

   "Your mother is a woman after my own heart," he said, "but I'd like to
keep it for a while longer, thank you.".

   Mom told me after he left that the landlord knew he got a bargain or he
would never have agreed to our deal.  He was nothing if not a businessman.

   When I started working in one of the vacant apartments, tenants would
stop by and ask me what I was doing.  I know it's a stupid question.  All
they had to do was look and see what I was doing but I was always polite
and answered their question.  The next question was if I was the official
handyman of the complex, and if I was, could I please come over to fix,
repair or replace this or that.  I told them I wasn't and the landlord just
hired me to fix up the apartment I was working in.  I always added that I
did odd jobs, but I wanted cash up front and it was up to them to get
reimbursed by the landlord.

   Some asked me if they could take it out in trade.  That meant they
wanted to trade their pussies for my handyman services.  I was already
getting plenty of pussy from Norma and Maria, but who knew how long that
would last.  Some of these women packed up and disappeared over-night. 
Mostly it was because she wanted to escape an abusive boyfriend or because
of money troubles.  If she was someone I was attracted to, I told her I
might be flexible even if she wasn't one of those that offered her pussy in
trade.  I knew she might eventually.

   I always made a point of getting her apartment number and then dropping
by when I finished what I was doing.  I made notes of what had to be done.
There was always something to be done that I could repair in a few minutes
and I always did that repair for free.  My thought was that she'd be
appreciative and grateful.

   There was this one girl who was just smokin' hot and I thought I was in
love.  Her name was Eden and she came across as the helpless, but oh so
adorable type.  I did some free repairs for her on two different occasions.
I made a move on her after the second time I was there.  She backed away.

   "Aren't you kind of young for this?" she asked.

   "Fourteen isn't young."

   "It is for me.  I'm not into cradle snatching." I didn't know her age,
but she wasn't that much older than me.

   "You're not into doing your own repairs either." She shrugged her
shoulders.

   "I have a boyfriend."

   "Maybe he can do your repairs."

   "He's too busy."

   "Maybe he can pay for them."

   "I don't think so.  I've tried."

   "He sounds useless.  You'd better have some money next time you want
something done or you can wait until the landlord sends someone." That was
a waste of time unless it was a plumbing emergency.

   "Just because I won't come across?"

   "That's a good enough reason for me." I didn't hear from Eden for a
while and then she told me she had a broken window and asked how much I
would charge to replace it.  I asked how that happened and she said she
didn't know and that it was like that when she got home.  I mentioned that
to Mom and she already knew the story behind the broken window.  That's
because she had developed a network of snitches.  Eden had had a fight with
her boyfriend and she threw something at him.  She missed him and hit the
window.  Mom told the landlord and he told Eden to get it repaired pretty
damn quick because her rent subsidy was coming up for renewal and he didn't
have to approve it.  That meant she'd have to move.

   Eden barely had enough money to pay for the window-pane replacement and
no money to pay me for its installation.  I made her give me a ring she
liked to wear a lot as collateral for what she owed me.  Then she had to
let me fuck her.  She said not without a condom and I refused.  Then she
said I had to pull out without coming inside her.  I agreed to that.  Eden
was good in bed but she wasn't any better than the other girls I'd been
with.  I decided I wasn't in love with her anymore, if I ever was.  She got
all pissed when I came inside her.

   "I hate you, you bastard!  I told you not to come inside me.  What if
I'm pregnant?"

   "Then your son is going to have a little brother or sister?"

   "Get the hell out of here!"

   "Fine, I'm going."

   "What about the window?"

   "Get someone else.  Here's your ring back." I knew a professional
glazier was going to charge her a lot more than I was charging.  Eden knew
it, too.  She started crying real tears.  I made her apologize to me and
give back the collateral.  Then she had to let me fuck her again.  She knew
I was going to come inside her again, but she didn't complain this time.  I
must have given her a good come the second time around because she actually
kissed me when we finished.  If she still hated me, she kept it to herself.

   I heard later Eden tried to get her married boyfriend to leave his wife
and marry her.  He dumped her instead.  She went to the guy's wife and the
wife just laughed at her and told her to get lost.  She wasn't divorcing
her husband so Eden could marry him.

   Eden still played the helpless female pretty well and she always has
guys sniffing around her, but apparently none with the ability or desire to
rescue her from her situation.  She didn't even try to play games with me
anymore.  I got to fuck her anytime I wanted ...  as long as she needed
something done in return.

   If I was dealing with someone I wouldn't want to touch with a ten foot
pole, my service was always cash or no deal.  There were plenty of those.
But sometimes they had a daughter or two close to my own age.  Hannah was
one of those tenants I didn't want to get physical with.  She was long past
her prime.  I guess she had a rough life because she was only 32 years old,
but looked a lot older than that.  She had a daughter my own age.  Her name
was Dani.  We went to the same school, but I never talked to her before
except to say hello.

   Hannah wanted me to do some painting and repairs in her apartment but
she was realistic about her chances of seducing me into doing it.  I may
have been a horny 14-year-old, but I wasn't desperate.  I agreed to a
discount as long as I got a roll in the hay with Dani.  Dani was agreeable.

   "You'll have to wear a condom." Here we go again.

   "I don't wear condoms."

   "I can't let you do Dani without a condom.  She's not on the pill."

   "That's not my problem.  I guess we don't have a deal."

   "Can you pull out without coming in her?"

   "Of course I can." I can if I want to.  I've never wanted to.

   "I want to be there to make sure you pull out." The old lady wanted to
watch.  That was kind of kinky.

   "That's fine with me." Well, fucking Dani wasn't all that great.  Hannah
kept yammering, "Don't cum in her.  Don't cum in her." And Dani kept
chanting, "Oh yeah!  Oh yeah!  Oh yeah!" like she was starring in a porn
video.  I was glad when I finally came in her.

   "You didn't cum in her, did you?"

   "Yeah, I did."

   "But I told you not to cum in her."

   "All I heard you saying was 'Cum in her.  Cum in her.' so I did."

   "I didn't say, 'Cum in her.  Cum in her'.  I said, 'DON'T cum in her. 
DON'T cum in her'."

   "Well, with all the noise you two were making, it was easy to get
confused.  I thought you changed your mind."

   "But what if she's pregnant?" I shrugged my shoulders.  I wondered if
she knew how to spell 'grandma'.  "I need a drink."

   "So go get a drink."

   "I wish I had the money for a drink." I fished some money out of my
pocket and gave it to her.  As soon as she left, I fucked Dani again, but
not without telling her to keep her mouth shut while we were fucking.  She
thought the whole thing was pretty funny.  Dani wasn't a virgin for a
couple of years and didn't care if she got pregnant.  Hannah was sitting
out in the living room when I came out of the bedroom.  I thought she'd
gone to the bar across the alley, but she bought a bottle of cheap whiskey
at a nearby liquor store instead.  Her glare told me she knew what we'd
been doing.  I went over to where she was sitting.  I kissed her on the
cheek and started groping her titties.

   "Stop it," she yelled.  "Don't you dare make me spill my drink." She was
giggling when she said it.

   "Put your drink down." She did and I gave her a nice, long titty
massage. She was purring in seconds.

   "I wish it was me you were fucking."

   "Make yourself real pretty and I just might," I replied.

   Well, it's amazing how a little motivation and a little makeup can do
for a woman.  Hannah started to look really good.  She still wasn't my
ideal, but I wound up giving her what I wouldn't quite call a mercy fuck. I
used a condom.  A short while later, Hannah got a regular boyfriend.  She
seemed happy and I was glad for her.

   My sister Betty was a year and a few months older than me at 16.  Like
any girl, she liked to be fashionable, but when my dad lost his job and
then the divorce, there was no money to buy clothes.  She was pretty much
stuck with cheap jeans, cheap tops and no-name shoes, nothing she could
call fashionable.  So the first thing that happened when she realized I was
making some money was that she said she wanted some of it.  She showed up
at one of the vacant apartments I was working in and asked me for a loan.

   "Why don't you earn your own money?" I said.

   "I haven't got a job.  Can't you part with some of it?  I'm your sister
after all.  How about it, little brother?  How about lending me some
money?"

   "How would you pay it back?"

   "I dunno.  I'd pay you back somehow.  You can trust me for it, can't
you?"

   "Nothing doing."

   "Thanks for nothing, Percy." A sister always knows which buttons to push
if they want piss off her brother and Betty succeeded with me.

   "You could earn the money right now," I said.  "That way you wouldn't
have to pay it back."

   "How do I do that?" Betty's eyes lit up.  She was very interested.

   "You could let me fuck you for it." She gasped in outrage.

   "I ought to tell Mom what you said."

   "Go ahead and tell her," I responded.  "I don't care." I did kind of
care.  I didn't think Mom would appreciate me being rude to my sister like
that, but it still wouldn't get her any money from me.  "What do you say to
the proposition?"

   "I say go jump off the tallest building you can find.  I wouldn't let
you fuck me for a million bucks."

   "I know that, but what about a hundred bucks?  You could buy some nice
clothes with a hundred bucks."

   "How can you even ask me that?  I'm your sister, for Pete's sake."

   "Oh, that's right.  Then make it fifty bucks."

   "Fifty bucks?  What happened to a hundred bucks?"

   "Family discount?"

   "Ha!  I should charge you two hundred."

   "It's a deal, but I get all night and no condoms." My sister blinked as
if she was having trouble processing what had just taken place.  Had she
just negotiated the use of her body to her brother?  Two hundred dollars
was a lot of money to her.  Heck!  Two hundred dollars was a lot of money
to me.  I wasn't sure if she was turning red from outrage or embarrassment.

   "You're totally disgusting," my sister spluttered.  She strode out the
front door and slammed it behind her.  I shrugged my shoulders and got back
to work.  Betty gave me the evil eye all through dinner that evening.  If
Mom noticed, she didn't say anything.

   On the walk to school the next morning, Betty started bending my ear for
a loan again.

   "Ask Mom for the money," I said.

   "I have asked her," Betty responded.  "She said I'll have to wait until
she gets caught up on some bills and she still hasn't received any support
payments from Dad."

   "Don't you have enough clothes?"

   "They're all rags." I looked at what my sister was wearing, the standard
uniform for all the girls: jeans and a top.  They didn't look raggedy to
me, but what did I know about clothing?  At 14 years old, I was satisfied
if the clothing covered my ass.  I was sure that attitude would change
eventually.

   "I guess if you want money for clothes, you're going to have to earn
it."

   "I'm not going to earn it by going to bed with you.  That's incest. 
Besides, I'm a virgin."

   "Who are you saving it for, one of those guys at school?  I overheard
you complaining to Mom just the other day about how some of them were
pressuring you for sex.  Of course, they'd most likely want you to give it
away.  I doubt if any three of them could scrape together more than ten
dollars among themselves with the exception of the ones dealing dope."

   "I know it's an outmoded concept," Betty responded, "but I just might be
saving my virginity for love and marriage."

   "Good for you.  I could never do that."

   "So I've heard." I shrugged my shoulders.  I wasn't surprised my sister
knew I was getting pussy from some of the other tenants.

   "You're likely to be giving up your virginity to some boy sooner or
later."

   "But I don't want to get pregnant and you don't want to use a condom."
Aha!  It sounded to me like my sister wanted to negotiate.

   "A condom is no guarantee.  At least, that's what I've heard from some
of the single mothers in the complex.  Accidents happen."

   "I don't want to be an accident victim," Betty said, "especially with my
own brother."

   "So why are even talking?" I asked.  "Is this all hypothetical?" I
thought that this was the end of the topic.  Not that I wanted it to end. I
was getting a boner for Betty just thinking about getting laid by her.  My
sister was an attractive brunette.  I don't think she would ever be a great
beauty, but I've seen plenty of guys talking to her at school during lunch.

   "One thousand dollars for one hour paid up front," my sister said. 
"Condom required." At least she had the grace to blush when she made that
outrageous demand.

   "No, thanks," I said.  "I'm not that rich." And I'm not that stupid, I
added mentally.  "You already heard my highest and best offer.  Two hundred
dollars for all night.  No condoms.  No payment until after."

   "No effing way," Betty retorted.  "I trust you about as far as I can
throw you." I felt the same way about her and let her know it.

   We went back and forth like that all the way to school.  Betty wasn't
going to budge from her position and I wasn't going to budge from mine.  I
knew my lovely sister was going to be the one to break.  I wasn't
desperate. She was.  I could get laid any time from one of several of the
apartment tenants.  Betty could get laid anytime, too, from one of the guys
hanging around her at school, but she was unlikely to get much more than a
thank you out of it along with a bad reputation.

   Betty finally gave in on the walk back home, but it had to be on one of
her safe days.  I was okay with that.  I did let her talk me into adding
another hundred dollars to her fee.  It looked my sister was going to be a
prostitute.  I didn't feel guilty about it.  If Betty did, she could
console herself with three hundred dollars.

   "Can I get twenty dollars from you now?" Betty asked.  "You can count it
toward what you're going to owe me."

   "Give me a blow-job," I responded, "and I won't bother counting the
twenty toward what I'm going to owe you."

   "I'll do it for fifty."

   "Thirty," I countered.

   "Forty."

   "Thirty-five, but only if you swallow.  Twenty if you spit it out."

   "Asshole!"

   "Was that a yes or a no?"

   It turned out to be a yes.  I led Betty into the handyman's apartment.
As soon as I closed the door, I zipped down my fly and hauled out my
already stiffening prick.  My sister looked at it a bit nervously.

   "Is this your first time?" I asked.

   "Of course it is," she said.  "What do you think I am, a slut?"

   That's exactly what I was thinking.

   "Any time you're ready.  Don't be shy now."

   "I can't believe you're making me do this," my sister complained. 
Jeeze! You would think I had a gun aimed at her head.  Betty finally got
down on her knees and I was soon enjoying my very first blow-job.  There is
no such thing as a bad blow-job, as the old saying goes.  Either that, or
Betty had natural talent.  I didn't care which it was though.  It only took
my sister about five minutes before she had my wad gushing down her throat.
She had to swallow hard twice.  I snapped her picture with my new smart
phone as she pulled away.

   "Where did you get that phone?" Betty demanded.

   "The landlord gave it to me to use in my job," I responded.  "He gave
one to Mom, too."

   "I want one," Betty whined.

   "Ask Mom." I was surprised she wasn't going ballistic about the picture
I'd taken of her.  She was more interested in getting a cell phone for
herself.  I knew Mom had already decided to give my sister a phone.  But
first, she wanted to let Betty know it would be confiscated if she abused
the privilege.  Well, my sister didn't really forget the picture.

   "If I see or even hear about that photo from anyone else, I will slit
your throat in your sleep.  Do we understand each other, mister?"

   "Yes, ma'am."

   "You owe me thirty-five dollars," my sister said and stuck out her hand.

   "It's a pleasure doing business with you," I responded and handed her
two twenties.  "You wouldn't happen to have change, would you?"

   "No, I don't.  I'll owe you."

   "Let me fondle your bare titties for a few minutes and we'll call it
even, okay?" Betty sighed and rolled her eyeballs.  Then she got that
aggravated look on her face that women are so good at.  I thought she was
going to refuse, but she pulled her top and bra up, exposing her tits.  My
sister's tits were nice handfuls and my prick started to stiffen again just
from playing with them.  Betty was getting excited, too, from the way she
was reacting.

   "Let me fuck you now, Betty," I whispered.  My prick prodded her butt as
I fondled her tits from behind.  I was as gentle as I could manage.

   "No way.  It's not safe.  I don't want to get pregnant."

   "Please."

   "No."

   "Pretty please?"

   "I said no."

   "Pretty please with sugar on it and a hundred dollars more?"

   "Three hundred dollars more and no more negotiating." Betty sounded like
she was going to stand her ground.  Shit!  That meant six hundred dollars
to go bareback with my sister at a vulnerable time.  My common sense told
me to stop trying to be so kinky.  I was already getting more sex than I
could have imagined.  This was my sister.  This was incest.  It was wrong.
This was getting expensive.

   My kinky side won out.

   "Half now and the other half in a couple of weeks."

   "Deal," Betty said.

   I reached down and pulled the snap on her jeans.  My sister flinched,
but she didn't protest or pull away.

   I had a small mattress in the bedroom that I occasionally used. 
Luckily, I had fresh sheets on it.  We undressed in silence.  Betty had
always been careful to protect her modesty, even in a one bedroom
apartment. This was the first time I saw her butt-naked.  Her body was not
too shabby looking.  I began to worry if I should be romantic with her. 
Should we embrace?  Caress?  What if I tried to kiss her?  No, I wasn't
going to try any of that.  This was a business transaction, pure and
simple. Gash for cash.  She wasn't any different from any of the other
sluts in the apartment complex.  I was never romantic with any of them.  If
my sister wanted to get romantic, she would have to make the first move.

   We stared at each other for a moment and then I motioned for Betty to
get on the mattress.  She looked nervous now, but I knew she knew she could
just walk away.  I wasn't going to stop her.  In fact, I was now looking
for an excuse to call the whole thing off.  That would save me six hundred
dollars.

   When she didn't move or say anything, I said, "Have you changed your
mind?  Shall we get dressed?" I picked up my shorts and that caused Betty
to lie down on the mattress.

   "I'm just a bit nervous.  That's all," my sister said.  "I certainly
didn't expect my first time to be like this and with my own brother.  You
don't have to be so mean." The tears hadn't started yet.  It wouldn't
bother me if they did.  I've seen Betty turn them on and off at will like a
water tap.  I've heard all women have that talent.  Besides, I didn't think
I was being mean.  I just didn't want to pussyfoot around.

   "Sorry," I said just for something to say.  I joined my sister on the
mattress.  Betty wasn't uncooperative, but she wasn't enthusiastic either.
It was probably nerves, but I was already feeling cheated.  It certainly
wasn't worth the money I was paying for the privilege.  It took a minute or
so for me to get her snatch slimy enough to penetrate.  Her cherry didn't
present any resistance though Betty flinched when I slid my prick into her
pussy.  She gasped and had an astonished look on her face.  I think it was
the realization that her cherry was gone more than actual pain.  Sold to
the highest bidder.  Her own brother.

   Betty's snatch was tight, but I had just unloaded into her mouth so I
wasn't going to cum again anytime soon.  Fucking my sister sort of reminded
me of the first time I fucked Maria, totally passive.  I didn't mind it
then, but I resented it this time because of the high price I'd committed
myself to paying her for what was turning out to be a bum fuck.  I thrust
harder in order to get some kind of reaction out of the bitch.  It worked.
Betty started moaning and it didn't sound like she was in pain.  She was
finally getting into it.  I guess my sister liked it a little rough.  I was
finally getting ready to cum.  I put my full weight on Betty and with
groans of my own starting spraying my sister's pussy with a load of sperm
whose job it was to breed the bitch.  I felt her pussy spasm around my
prick.

   "There," I said.  "I hope you're pregnant." Reminded of the risk we were
taking, Betty pushed on my chest.

   "Get off me.  I've got to get that stuff out of me."

   "It's costing me a lot of money to put that stuff in there," I
responded. "The least you could do is keep it in there for a while."

   "I don't want to get pregnant.  Move, darn you."

   "I think it's a bit too late to just wash it out," I said.  "It's too
far in now.  The best thing you can do now is just hope that my stuff
doesn't find your stuff." There was always the morning after pill, too.  I
heard the school nurse passed those things out to the coeds like it was
Halloween candy.  Betty was looking kind of scared and I licked at her
nipple in order to distract her.  Heh!  My sister twitched like a jolt of
electricity went through her.

   "You like that, huh?" Betty nodded her head.

   "Do it some more," she said.  I was about to oblige her when the phone
rang.  It was Mom.

   "Hi, Mom," I said.

   "Spike, do you know where your sister is?  She's usually home by now."

   "She's with me.  We were just talking." I handed the phone to Betty.

   "Hi, Mom.  Hey, when am I getting a phone?  I am?  Cool!  I'm on my
way."

   "I take it you're getting a phone, too," I said.

   "That's right.  Get off me.  I gotta go.  Where's my three hundred
dollars?"

   "I don't carry around that much money.  I'll give it to you tonight
after supper."

   I watched Betty get dressed.  I noticed she no longer seemed concerned
about washing my sperm out, only that she was going to get her own smart
phone.  She even ignored me snapping more pictures of her.  At least my
sister knew her priorities.  She was in a pretty good mood that evening
with her new smart phone charging and cash in her purse.  That didn't stop
her from bitching at me the next morning.

   "I can't believe the way you treated me yesterday.  Like I was a piece
of meat," she said.

   "A pretty expensive piece of meat," I responded.  "Since I paid for it,
I should treat it any way I want."

   "You got off cheap.  I still think you should be paying me a full
thousand.  I deserve it."

   "And if I paid you a thousand, you'd be telling me you deserved two
thousand." Betty smiled in response to my remark.  There was no question
she believed it.

   "I'll be going to the mall to window shop after school today."

   "Be sure to call Mom and let her know," I said.

   "I will."

   I walked home alone after school.  I changed my clothes and was working
in one of the newly vacant apartments.  I'd just completed unstopping the
kitchen sink when Mom walked in.

   "Betty just showed up with bags of new clothing.  When I asked how she
paid for her purchases, your sister said she got the money from you."

   "Uh, yeah," I stammered.  "Betty got the money from me." Damn!  I
couldn't believe how stupid my sister was.  Bringing home a bunch of new
clothes all of a sudden was bound to make Mom curious about how Betty paid
for it all.

   "What did Betty have to do to get this money from you?"

   "Do?  Uh, nothing." I grinned like an idiot.  It was pretty lame as lies
go and I could tell Mom saw right through it.  I could feel my cheeks
burning.  Mom's eyes widened as she jumped to the right conclusion.  I
never could fool her.

   "Oh.  My.  God." Mom laughed.  That took me by surprise.

   "You're not angry?" I thought she'd be going ballistic by now.

   "No, I'm not angry," Mom responded.  "I'm not happy about it either, but
what can I do?  You and your sister are old enough to make your own
decisions.  Did you wear protection?" I shook my head and told her the
whole story.

   "If you fathered a child with Betty, I expect you to support both her
and the child," Mom said when I finished.

   "I think I'm a bit too young to support anyone," I responded.  "I'll
tell Betty to get a morning after pill from the school nurse."

   "What about the next time?"

   "There won't be a next time," I said.  "I can't afford what Betty
charges."

   "Just how much did your sister charge you?"

   "I paid her three hundred dollars last night and I owe her another three
hundred in two weeks."

   "Darn, Spike!  For six hundred, I'd be tempted to let you do me, too."

   "Heh!  I'd love to do you, Mom.  As soon as I build up some more cash,
we'll talk about it."

   "Why wait?  I could put you on the easy payment plan.  Ninety days same
as cash."

   "Are you serious?" Shit!  I thought Mom was joking.  I wasn't sure
anymore.

   "Don't you think your old mom is worth it?" Mom moved her shoulders
back, which emphasized her tits.  She was flirting with me.  My loins
twitched.  She was a sexy and attractive lady.  Maybe she was just teasing
me.  I had to know if she was bullshitting me.

   "No condoms," I said.  "Bareback.  Down and dirty is the only way I
know, so don't expect to be romanced." I was certain my prick was hard
enough to punch holes in the wallboard.  I think Mom noticed.

   "Oh, so you want to take a chance knocking me up with your baby, hmm?"

   "I sure do," I responded.  "Are you finished teasing, bitch?" I smiled
and winked when I said that.

   "You silver-tongued devil.  I think you talked me into it."

   I locked the front door and pulled the window shades shut.  Less than a
minute later, Mom was on her hands and knees with her slacks and panties
pulled down.

   "When was the last time you had any?" I asked as got into position
behind her.

   "It's been too long.  Unh!" I was inside my mother with one quick thrust
and then set a slow pace.  I wanted to get my money's worth, so I was
determined not to cum too soon.  I wasn't feeling guilty about it either.
This was another commercial transaction just like it was with Betty and
every other slut that lived in this apartment complex.  Yeah, there had to
be something in the water that caused the women living here to turn pure
slut if they weren't already that way when they moved here.  That included
my own family.  I pulled out of her.

   "Turn over, slut.  Take off the rest of your clothes first," I ordered
and watched my mom obey.  I felt powerful.  She had a dreamy look on her
face and didn't seem bothered by my harsh tone.  Mom looked like she was
enjoying it as much as me, probably more than me.  She was getting good
money for the use of her breeding hole and she could have been lying to me
about being vulnerable to getting knocked up.  Lying bitch!  I pushed Mom's
legs back against her chest and lay on her with almost all my weight.  I
sped up my thrusts and started pounding her like I did Betty.  Mom's eyes
popped open and she looked a little scared, or maybe it was excitement.

   "You like it rough just like your whore daughter, don't you," I hissed.

   "Yes!" Mom exclaimed.  "I'm a whore, too, just like my daughter.  Fuck
me like you did Betty.  Knock me up like you did her and all the other
sluts you fucked."

   Shit!  I was the one getting excited with Mom talking like that.  I was
feeling the need to squirt.  A minute later, I was squirting.

   "Here you go then," I practically shouted and spurted my load deep
inside my mother's belly.  I wasn't in any hurry to pull out and we
remained coupled for almost a full minute while we recovered.

   "It looks like I might be a welfare mother a little longer than I
planned," Mom said.

   "I hope so," I responded, but I'm not sure I really meant it.  I got up
and started taking pictures of my mother's naked body including shots of
the cream pie oozing out of her snatch.

   "Uh, gathering blackmail material?"

   "Just material for my scrapbook of fond memories," I said.  Mom still
looked a little worried.  Skeptical maybe?  I handed her my phone.  "Delete
them if you want," I added.  Mom smiled and handed the phone back to me.

   "If I can't trust you, who can I trust?" Then Mom kissed me right on the
lips just like we were lovers.  I happily returned her kiss and we swapped
spit for a little while.  Mom got dressed a few minutes later and went back
to our apartment.  I wondered if we had started a relationship.  I wouldn't
have minded.

   Later that evening, Betty thanked me for getting Mom off her back about
the clothing purchases.

   "What did you tell her?" she asked.

   "I just told her you were fucking me for the money," I said.

   "Very funny," my sister sneered.  Some people won't believe you even if
you tell them the complete truth.

   Betty was wearing some of her new purchases the next morning: new top,
jeans and cross trainers.  She had also purchased some lingerie according
to Mom and I suspected she was wearing that, too.

   "I saw this really cool looking jacket yesterday," Betty said.  "It was
on sale for seventy percent off."

   "That's nice," I said.  "Are you going to buy it?" Betty didn't make a
habit of discussing her fashion purchases with me so I suspected this was
leading to something.

   "I need a bit more money," my sister responded.

   "Well, you'll have three hundred dollars in less than two weeks."

   "I need it sooner than that," Betty responded.  "Tomorrow.  At least a
hundred dollars."

   "You won't be getting it from me." If she wanted the money that bad, she
could sell her ass on the boulevard where the rest of the local street
hookers hung out.  I didn't tell her that, but I wanted to.

   "You already owe me the money.  I just need it a little sooner.  Please,
Spike?" Betty batted her eyelashes at me and I almost burst out laughing. I
held it in though.

   "Fine," I said.  "I'll give you a hundred dollars, but you have to
cancel the rest of the debt."

   "What?  No way.  I earned every dime of that money and I intend to get
it."

   "Well, what's your offer?"

   "I'll let you do me again, but I won't charge you as much."

   "No, thanks," I said.  "Not interested."

   "Then make me a counter offer," Betty demanded.  "I really want that
jacket."

   "I want a bareback freebie.  Last offer.  Take it or leave it."

   "You want me to give it to you for nothing?" Betty sounded disgusted.  I
didn't care.  "And what is with you and going bareback?"

   "I don't like condoms."

   "Well, I don't like the idea of getting knocked up."

   "So get on the pill or get some of those morning-after pills from the
health office."

   "I'd have to get a doctor's appointment before I could get a
prescription for birth control pills," Betty explained.  "That takes time.
And everybody seems to know when a girl gets one of those pills from the
health office.  I don't want people to know I've been doing it."

   "Everybody will definitely know you've been doing it if you start having
to wear maternity dresses."

   "So wear a condom."

   "No, thanks," I said.  "Take it or leave it."

   "Shit ass!" I wasn't sure if that was a yes or a no until we got home
from school.  Betty told me to go down to the handyman's apartment and
she'd meet me there.  When she got there, Betty took off her clothes and
lay down on the mattress.

   "Let's just get this over with," my sister said.

   Heh!  Betty didn't know it yet, but I didn't want to 'just get this over
with'.  I started sucking, licking and nibbling on her tits.  She didn't
try to stop me.  In fact, she moaned in pleasure.  I took my time at it,
too.  I gradually worked my way down her belly and did the same thing to
her pussy.  I had a wild woman on my hands with her moaning, wiggling and
grabbing at my hair.  The phone rang.  Oops!  I might have taken too long.

   "Hi, Mom."

   "Spike, is your sister with you?"

   "Yeah, we're talking again."

   "Just like last time?"

   "That's right." I heard a resigned sigh.

   "All right," Mom said and disconnected.

   "Do you still just want me to get this over with?" I asked Betty.  When
she shook her head, I pushed my prick inside her.  My sister wrapped her
arms and legs around my body and kissed me.  That surprised me and I went
ahead and returned her kiss, but I didn't get all romantic with her.  We
fucked until I dumped another load of my sperm inside her body.  I rested
my full weight on my sibling's body.  Betty didn't complain or try to push
me off.  In fact, she kept embracing me.

   "What if I'm pregnant?" Betty asked.

   "I'll take care of you and the baby," I responded, repeating what Mom
said she expected of me.  I guess that was the right thing to say because
she kissed me again.

   Later that evening, Mom told me she made an appointment for Betty to get
on birth control.  I kind of expected that.

   "Please wear a condom if you have sex with your sister again.  I don't
think Betty is emotionally ready to become a mother," Mom said.

   "I'll do that," I responded.  "But I wouldn't worry too much about it. I
haven't knocked up anyone yet."

   ------

   "Estoy embarazada," Maria said.  "Usted es el padre."

   "Huh?"

   "I am pregnant.  You are the father," the woman translated.  Shit!

   "You're sure?"

   "I am sure.  You help me take care of the baby?"

   "I don't know anything about babies," I responded.  "I'm just fourteen
years old."

   I held out my hands palms up in a helpless gesture.  Maria nodded as if
she expected that response.  She said she was going to bring in a friend to
live with her and help with expenses.  The friend was from the same city in
Mexico as Maria and was also pregnant.  After the babies were born, they
were going to return to Mexico.  All I had to do was to keep the landlord
and the welfare people in the dark about having an unauthorized tenant.  I
promised to keep my mouth shut, but I knew I'd have to check with Mom
first.

   "Not a problem, Daddy," Mom said when I explained things.

   "Thanks, Grandma," I replied.  Mom giggled in response.

   "I wonder how many other tenants you've knocked up."

   "No one I hope," I said and crossed my fingers.

   "Congratulations, stud," Norma said.  "You're going to be a daddy." She
caressed her belly and I just knew she wasn't talking about Maria.  "Sit
down," she continued.  "You look like you're about to faint."

   "It's just that--"

   "Relax!  I'm not going to cause any trouble for you.  It's me who will
get in trouble if the cops find out I had sex with a kid your age.  I'm
thinking about getting my tubes tied after this one is born.  Three's
enough, you think?"

   I nodded my head in agreement.  It's a nice fantasy about knocking up
every woman I have sex with, but the reality is kind of scary.  I decided
right there I was gong to be more careful and responsible.  Except it was
already too late for Eden and Dani, too.  Oh, well.  At least, Mom and
Betty hadn't turn up pregnant ...  yet

   ------

   One day I was walking home from school when I spotted this familiar
looking pickup truck sitting in the parking lot of a convenience store.  I
walked over to take a closer look.

   "Dad?"

   "Spike?  How are you?  How are Betty and your mother?"

   "They're both good." I hadn't seen my dad since the breakup with my mom.
We caught up each other on the news.  Dad had lost weight and he looked
kind of haggard.  Jobs were still hard to come by and he was living out of
his truck.  I noticed he had all of his equipment in the back of the pickup
and asked him about it.

   "See that guy over there?" I looked and nodded.  There were three men in
a much larger truck looking our way.  The prosperous looking one was
obviously the boss.  The other two were helpers.

   "I'm about to walk over and accept his offer to sell all this equipment.
It's a fraction of what I should get.  He knows I don't have any choice."

   "But why?" I knew Dad spent a lot of time and money acquiring these
tools for his trade.

   "I need some money to live on.  The truck goes next." Fuck that!

   "Dad!  I know of a job for you and a place for you to stay."

   "You do?" I told him about the handyman job and how it was really more
than I could handle.  I also told him about the basement apartment and how
it would be a safe place to store his tools.  The only condition was that
he couldn't drink anymore.

   "Don't you have to check with the landlord?  And what about your
mother?"

   "I got it covered." That was a lie but I didn't want to see him lose the
tools he used to make his living.  Heck!  If nothing else, I'd buy the
tools from him.  They'd make my work a lot easier.  Dad and I flipped off
the buyer as we rolled out of the parking lot.  We laughed when we saw the
guy's mouth gape.

   I helped Dad move his equipment into the apartment and went to talk to
Mom.  She already knew I was helping someone move in and was going to ask
me about it.  Mom became alarmed when she found out it was her ex-husband.
She became even more alarmed when she heard about the circumstances I found
him in.  I think she still cared about the guy.

   Mom got on the phone with the landlord and talked him into hiring Dad as
the official handyman.  I was happy she could talk him into doing that.  I
went and told Dad he was hired.  He thanked me, lay down and went to sleep.
Dad told me he hadn't had any sleep in a while because every time he nodded
off, someone was trying to steal his equipment.  He slept two days through.

   Anyway, that's how Dad became the official apartment handyman.  He was
happier than a fat rat in a cheese factory.  The tenants were pretty happy,
too.  That's because a lot of the backlogged repairs were finally being
taken care of.  The only one who bitched was the landlord.  He claimed the
cash was going out faster than it was coming in.  Still, I think he
appreciated getting fewer complaints from the tenants and the authorities
over apartment conditions.  He left Dad alone.

   Mom didn't.  She insisted on handling his finances so he wouldn't be
spending anything on booze.  He had to account for every dime and Mom even
did his grocery shopping as well as her own.  She started getting him
caught up on back child support payments and forbade my sister from hitting
Dad up for spending money.  Dad didn't mind Mom's meddling.  He said he
deserved the treatment because of the way he fucked up.  Betty and I
wondered if Mom and Dad cared enough for each other to get remarried, but
Mom put a stop to that speculation.

   "I have plans," she said, "and the plans don't include your father."

   In fact, Mom's plans included marrying Mr.  Goldstein.  That was a
surprise to Betty and me.  We didn't even know they were dating.  Anyway, a
couple of months later, we moved out of that apartment and into a nice
house with Mom and her new husband.  Betty got a new wardrobe, a nice car
to drive and plenty of spending money.  She's popular at our new high
school and has been dating.  We're back to a normal brother-sister
relationship.

   Dad became maintenance supervisor for all of Mr.  Goldstein's properties
and he even started hiring a crew to handle all the work.  I'm part of that
crew.  I didn't have to, but I still enjoyed working with my hands.  My
only worry now is that Dad started dating Norma.  I told him that the woman
was knocked up with my kid.  He said Norma already told him.  In fact, he
started telling me that Norma might become my stepmother.  I hope he's just
teasing.  I have nightmares about that.

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