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Son for Hire: Chapter 49
🕑 Added 2022-02-17 18:53:25 +0000 UTCI sleep like a baby for the rest of the night.
The next day was our last full day in the old apartment where Kiki and I had spent so many years together. Even now our imminent departure didn’t seem real. Countless memories clung to every nook and cranny of the place, some bright but many more dark. The long shadow of our mother still lingered over this space and I wondered if, in some fucked up way, it was that connection to her that had kept us in this dump for so long. She clung to everything. She clung to us. Trying to hold us back from moving past her. But there was a beacon now to show us the way, another woman even more powerful than she was.
Looking around as we ate our breakfast that morning I whisper. “She can’t stop us.”
Kiki, knowing precisely what I was referring to, reaches across to hold my hand. “No, she can’t.”
The day was one of packing the remaining stuff we’d be taking with us and handing off or trashing everything else. It was also a day of goodbyes. A few neighbors and friends stop by, some to say their farewells and others just to pick up the free crap we were getting rid of. It was hardly high quality stuff but most of our acquaintances were as poor as we were. We are peppered with questions as to where we were going and why it had been without warning and why it was all so secret. We sidestep the queries as much as possible simply saying that we had an opportunity that was just too good to pass up on.
As the day progresses it was hard not to notice how few of Kiki’s old working friends bother to show. Since she cleaned up after the close call with the overdose it seemed she was as good as dead to that lot. I knew it had to hurt, a few of those people she had counted as true friends, but she bears it with impressive poise. She even told me that it didn’t feel good but that she was better off knowing, that no friends were better than false friends. As for me, I only had a handful of what I considered good buddies and a lot of them had grown distant since our school days. I promised I’d pop back and visit from time to time, a promise that we all knew was unlikely even as I said it, and we made nebulous plans of hooking for some online gaming. They pretty much wished me luck and that was that.
All in all disentangling from our life here proved surprisingly easy. We were realizing that our mother’s decision to cut herself and her two children off from her own family when she moved to the city meant that while our roots in the neighborhood had grown wide they were very shallow.
When we didn’t have other folks around Kiki suggested that we also use the day to start practicing for the roles we were about to play in our new life out in the burbs. I at first balked at it, thinking she was just teasing me again, but she convinced me that it was actually a good idea. As of tomorrow we were going to be Mr and Mrs Garcia, the quiet and mild-mannered couple that Evelyn’s husband was expecting. While not in private we were going to have to live this fiction and do so convincingly. I was a notoriously bad liar and a bit of preparation would help ensure I didn’t say anything suspicious while Alan or our new neighbors were around.
“How long are we going to keep this up Kiki?” I ask.
“Kitty.” She corrects me. “Kiki is staying here.”
“Right. Kitty.” I nod. “How long do you think?”
“No clue kid.” She pauses. “Wait, that’s not going to sound right at all.” She tries again. “No clue, darling.”
I roll my eyes. “We can’t keep it up forever, Kitty.”
“We’ll figure it out. We’re not even there yet. Just stick with the story and we’ll cross that bridge when we get there.”
“Yeah, I guess.”
After a time our role play is actually kinda fun, reminiscent of when Kiki would drag me into playing house with her as a kid, and it really did turn out to be valuable. It would take time to commit it to reflexive memory but by the evening I was only calling her by her old name half the time, which was progress. At Kiki’s, I mean Kit’s, direction we even practice subtle changes to our body language so that we appeared more as a couple than as siblings. For example, instead of standing shoulder to shoulder we’d stand just slightly facing each other. Just those little things that would help the illusion. Well, mostly little things.
“Now…kiss me.” She says as she puckered her lips.
“Get outta here!” I push her face away.
“Gimme some tongue baby.” She mumbles, her face smooshed behind my palm.
“Stop!”
“Ha ha ha!” She slips around my hand and tilts her face up at me with big smooching lips at the ready. “Mmmmm!”
“No way!”
“Aw, c’mon. Give wifey a nice kissy.”
“Give wifey a kick in the shin.” I threaten playfully.
“Abuse! Spousal abuse!”
“Shut up!”
She laughs. “Not even a little one?”
“Not on the lips!” I say. “And definitely not when other people are watching. The ruse will end someday ya know, let’s not do anything we can’t live down.”
“What’s wrong with a smooch?” She teases, eyebrows waggling up and down. “A nice romantic kiss, mmm?”
“Um, your my sister.”
“You kiss your Mommy well enough.”
My cheeks warm with a sudden blush. I knew this was coming, she was my sibling and siblings bust each others balls like nobody else can, but I still wasn’t prepared for it. “Shut up!”
She giggles and scratches her chin in thought. “Now does that make her my Mom too, or my mother-in-law? Our family tree got a whole lot more complicated.”
“Oh my God.” I grumble. “I’m gonna kick your butt.”
“Abuse!”
I go to grab her into a headlock only to have it quickly reversed into one of her classic big sister noogies.
“Ow!” I struggle, though not hard enough to actually escape.
“Call for your Mommy! Ha ha ha!”
“Stop it!” I laugh.
Letting me go she grabs my cheeks and lays a big wet smacker right on my lips. “Little weirdo.”
“I’m not!” I protest as I wipe the kiss from my lips. “You weren’t supposed to hear that.”
She pats my shoulder still chuckling. “It’s cool. It’s all cool. I’ve done worse for clients, trust me. I can’t say I’m shocked. She’s got that big mama energy about her.”
I smirk. Big mama? She didn’t know the half of it. “That she does.”
“She called me a good girl.” Kiki titters. “Me!”
“It’s just her way.” I say. “Don’t tease me about that, okay? Or her either. Anything else, but not that.”
“Fair enough. None of my business anyways.” Her giggles fade into a warm smile. “You got it kid. No teasing about the Mom thing.”
“Kid?”
“I mean darling! Damn it.”
We laugh once more.
And so the day goes. Before we knew it the sky was darkening outside and our little home is barren beyond a couple of dressers, a stack of boxes, and the last remnants we’d left in our rooms and the washroom to pack up tomorrow. The work done I walk up beside my sister and put an arm around her shoulders. She rests her head on my shoulder as we look around the place and the humble pile of belongings in the center of living room. It wasn’t much to show for our lives thus far but a new start was just a sleep away.
“Donny.” She says. “Thank you. Thank you for bringing me with you. Thank you for not leaving me here.” She sighs. “I’m not sure I coulda made it on my own little brother.”
I knew how much that took for her to say. Tightening my arm I say. “We’ve always got each other.”
“Yeah.” She straightens up. “Donny, I have to go somewhere. Alone. Tonight.”
I look down at her warily. “Go somewhere?” Since she’d gotten home from the hospital I had been her shadow, at her side at all times to make sure she stayed clean. She never once complained, in fact she appreciated it, as she recognized she needed the help. So what was this about? “Where are you going?”
“There’s somebody I need to see.” She says as she slips from my arm to turn to look at me. “It’s private. I just need…”
“No. I’m not giving you any money.”
She smiles a bittersweet smile. “I wasn’t going ask for any money. I just need you to trust me. I’ll be good, I promise. I am not going to fuck things up this close to getting out of here.”
“I’ll come along. I don’t mind.”
“I need to do this alone.” She says. “I appreciate all you’ve done but you can’t babysit me forever.”
“It’s important?”
“Yeah.” She says softly. “It’s important.”
“You won’t tell me?”
“Sorry Donny, not this time.”
I look into her big brown eyes. “Swear to me.”
“I swear.” She says. “I’ll be home just after midnight.”
“That late?”
“Can’t be helped. I won’t be later than 12:30 though.”
After a moment to consider it I nod. “I mean, I can’t stop you. Just…please Kiki, come home to me.”
“I will.” She winks. “You’re never gettin rid of me kid.” Then she adds very solemnly. “Till death do us part.”
I roll my eyes again. “Would you stop.”
She chuckles and gives me a peck on the cheek. “I’ll see you when I get home.”
“I’ll be waiting for you.” I say sternly.
“I know.”
“12:30, no later.”
“Yes dear.”
“Hey…” I stop her on the way to the door. “…I love you.”
She smiles and assures me. “I’ll be okay.”
“Okay.”
I worried, of course I did, but tonight of all nights I had faith that my sister could stay on the straight and narrow. We’d come too far and there was too much at stake. Plus there was something in her tone of voice that told me this task was not one she took frivolously.
Once she was gone I wander the place looking for any little last minute job that might need doing. Except for the cleaning, which would be taken care of by Mr. Khan with the deposit we were abandoning, everything else was done. It left me at a loss as to what to do. The television had been given away. I had to stay up to see my sister get home, so an early bedtime wasn’t an option. After saying my goodbyes I didn’t want to go visit anybody. I wasn’t hungry nor did I want to take a walk or anything like that. Wandering in the silence of the place I realize that it is the first time in a long time that I’d had the place all to myself. Alone with two and half hours to kill? My thoughts naturally veer only one way. Donny time! I swing by the washroom to grab the roll of toilet paper and I am halfway to my room before I pause.
“Shit.”
I look down at the roll in my hand as I remember that I wasn’t allowed to masturbate anymore. Gah! I was so horny too. It did remind me that I should really contact my Mom-Domme and let her know that things were on track. As I think about her a wicked grin slowly dawns across my face. No masturbation wasn’t actually the rule she’d giving me. I wasn’t allowed to play with my dick, that much was true, but there were more ways than one for a boy to play with himself. And there was that brand spanking new dildo my dear lovin Mom had given me that I hadn’t yet tried. She told me that I was free to play with that toy for the first time…on one condition. But was I really willing to do that? My cock swells and my butt hole twitches. Yes…yes I was.
Feeling deliciously naughty right down to my core I find my phone and text Evelyn one simple word. “Showtime?”
