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The Rock (2)

by Young Thinker



Chapter One

As we walked out through the big doors of the station house, I laughed and Kate gave me a questioned look. She probably thought I was crazy.

"Do you realize that this is the only time that I've been in this joint and never saw the inside of a cell?" I said. "There's something eerie about that."

Kate giggled as she took my arm and snuggled her soft tits against it. I started thinking about a repeat performance of last night. I put my hand on hers then leaned over and kissed the top of her head.

Kate suddenly stopped at the bottom of the long stairs and turned to me. "I think I owe someone an apology," she said with a sad look on her face. "Mr. Chan must think that I'm a real bitch. Can we go see him?"

"I think that would be a good idea." I said. "I want to show him what we can do anyway. I have an idea."

Mr. Chan was just putting a jar on the shelf behind the counter and was facing away from us. There was every kind of root and herb known to man on those shelves. He was an alchemist of sorts and had been in this shop for longer than I've been alive. He's another one that would give the shirt off his back for someone he believed in. For some reason he believed in me.

He turned around and jolted back against the shelves, almost knocking some jars off. He looked around in surprise.

"WHERE YOU COME FROM?" he shouted. Kate and I just started laughing.

"We came through the front door." I said as I pointed toward the door.

"I not hear bell," he said as he recovered. "How you sneak in here?"

"I think you need to sit down," I told him as I pulled a chair out at the table he had in the middle of his shop.

"You not bring rock?" he asked as he slowly approached us at the table.

"No Mr. C," I assured him. "We have it hidden in a safe place. I ... we just wanted to tell you about our first adventure with it."

Ya know, for some reason, I could never keep anything from him. He seemed to be able to read my mind. We told him the whole story, including the discovery of our love for each other.

I finished the story and he looked at Kate. My sister was quietly sitting there looking at the floor. Mr. Chan looked at her for a moment as if he was studying her.

Kate looked up. "What?" she asked when she saw us both looking at her.

"Missy Kate have heavy heart." Mr. Chan said. "Is something Mr. Chan can fix?"

Suddenly, Kate jumped from the chair and threw her arms around his neck. She hugged him for about a minute.

"Can you ever forgive me Mr. Chan?" She was sobbing. "I have been such a bitch to you. Can you ever forgive me?"

He took her arms from around his neck, turned her around and looked at her ass. Looking in her eyes, he said, "First, you no dog. I not see tail and not hear you bark. Bitch is mother dog not beautiful girl." She and I laughed at that.

"Second, nothing to forgive," he went on. "You typical teenage girl. You suppose to mouth off to crazy old man." She wrapped her arms back around his neck.

"This crazy old man love you both from bottom of heart," he said, patting her back. "You both gonna do good some day. Keep head together and will come true."

We talked some more about what we did and some of the things that we want to do. He gave us his advise on most of it but concentrated on his warnings about the rock.

"You must keep level head," he went on. "Use rock, don't let rock use you."

I used my favorite line for him on that one. "And that means exactly... ?"

"It mean, smart ass, you must always think of good you can do with rock, not bad." He shifted Kate around so she was sitting on one of his legs with her arms still around his neck.

"Don't let rock tell you what do. Use it for good."

"Has anyone ever done that and lived?" I asked.

"One, I hear."

We talked for a while longer and left. Kate kissed him on the cheek before she got off of his lap.

"Like much better," he said. "Come back often and do again. Maybe other cheek next time."

This time we let him see us going out the door.

We walked a while in silence. Kate was snuggled on my arm now and holding me tight. I had a little trouble walking like that so I pulled her arm around in back of me and put my arm around her waist. Occasionally, my hand would drift down to that beautiful little ass of hers and I'd squeeze.

"Well, my one and only love, what shall we do now?" I asked.

"Before or after you fuck my brains out again?" my sister asked with a smile.

"Your choice." I quipped. I kissed her cheek.

"Ok. After AND before you fuck me silly, what are we going to do?" she asked.

I stopped and brought her closer to me. "I have this really novel idea." I kissed her face in several different spots.

"How about we do something ... good." I looked for a cringing look on her face but it never came.

"You know," she started. "I have often wanted to do that but have never been taught how. Those people that call themselves our parents never showed us how."

"And why don't we start with them?" I said, as if I'd just discovered something. "Why don't we just teach them?"

"You're a genius, you know that?"

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Chapter Two

"The first order of business is to clean up this pig pen," I said as we stepped into the house. "Then we clean them up."

"Can we stop time for that long?" she asked and we both laughed.

We stopped time just before we walked through the door then surveyed the mess. Although Kate and I kept our own rooms relatively clean, it was always an effort in futility to keep the rest of the house straightened up.

It took us about an hour to figure out a plan of action. We decided to break it down to doing one room at a time.

"Can you patch those holes in the walls?" Kate was referring to the holes the old man punched in the walls in almost every room.

"I can get some stuff from Rocky next door." I told her. "Remember when I worked with him last summer? He taught me how to hang, patch and tape dry wall. He said I was a good student and I can work for him when I'm old enough."

"Good," she said. "Then we can paint. I think we're gonna have fun with this."

It took us three of our days to just get the junk organized. Kate went through Mom's stuff and I went through Dad's. We figured out what they could still wear and what we could toss. We ended up with three piles of stuff in the yard. One was stuff we were keeping, one was garbage and one was going to the Salvation Army.

Dad was in his chair, drunk and watching TV, and Mom was gone somewhere. We had to start time once in a while to get water for cleaning but otherwise kept it stopped.

Since Mom and Dad are smokers, we had to wash all of the walls and ceilings before we could patch and paint. I borrowed Rocky's scaffold for that. I had to put a couple of doors back on their hinges and fix a couple of windows too.

"We need a way to get around," I told Kate. "I need to go to the hardware store for paint. That's over a mile away."

"Mrs. Kendal, a few doors down, has one of those trikes that has a basket on the back," Kate said. "We could borrow that."

"I'm gonna need some sheet rock too. I'll have to see if Rocky has any I can borrow."

"We've been at this for three days and I need a bath," Kate said. "Let's go to our favorite shower in the mall."

"Good idea," I said as I wrapped my arms around her. "Maybe we can take a nap on our favorite bed while we're there." Kate smiled at me and grabbed my crotch.

"Nap, my ass," she said and gently squeezed. "You men are all alike."

We grabbed some clean towels and headed for the mall. It still seemed a little eerie walking around while nothing else was moving. People were in various positions, getting in and out of cars, stepping off of curbs or just walking. Children were playing in the schoolyard even though school was out for the summer.

"I just found our next project." I pointed into the schoolyard at a little girl about ten years old. "That's Kendra Jackson. Her father beats her and her five-year-old brother on a regular basis. It's anybody's guess what else he does to them."

"One project at a time, dear brother," Kate said. "One is all we can handle right now."

"Doing good for a change is starting to go to my head," I chuckled. "Please forgive me."

We finally made it to the mall and by the time we got to the fountain, Kate had stripped completely.

"Should I give the old man a heart attack?" Kate asked as she pointed to an old man sitting on a bench, watching the waterfall.

"Go for it," I said as she bent over and touched the water.

"Start time," she said and we had to cover our ears. We had grown accustom to the quiet. "Stop time. That ought to give him a thrill."

We were laughing as we stepped into the cold water. It was a shock but we gradually got used to it. The water was not even knee high so, after we washed up, we sat down for a while. I sat along the edge with my arms on the wall and Kate sat where the cascading water came down on her back.

"This feels so good on my back," she said. "I've got aches in places that I didn't even know I had." She looked over at me. "Can you rub my back? It really hurts."

I nodded and she came over and sat in front of me as I spread my legs. She scooted back as far as she could get, trapping my dick under her ass. I started with her shoulders and worked down to her waist. Then I pulled her back against me and wrapped my arms around her.

"I hope that what we're doing will work." I said. "I'd hate to think that we're doing it all for nothing."

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