Previously our hero Matt had learned that there were other, more enjoyable, methods of payment for his handyman services. You may want to read "I Wanna Be Your Handyman Ch 01" if you haven't as yet. Remember, this is a fantasy land where STDs do NOT exist. Read to enjoy, just don't expect this to happen to you.
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One Sunday after noon I was lounging out by our pool after having done all the chores that needed doing around there. I couldn't believe how my life had changed in just over four months. I have gone from the high school junior who can't get ANY girl to go down on him much less fuck him (too big they always said) to a high school senior who was fucking a woman every day of the week and usually two of them. On Saturday's I had to really get an early start as I had lots to do in addition to getting blown or fucked by the lady of the house. That meant I was going to fuck or get sucked off by no less than four women each Saturday! (Hey, it's a tough job but somebody's got to do it!)
My bank account wasn't growing as fast but who the hell cares! Instead I had a group of horny women aged 26 to 43 who couldn't get enough of my cock! Although they were not all what you would call beautiful none of them were ugly and none was worse than 'full figured'. Each in her own way was incredible to be with and they taught me much about love making and giving pleasure to my partner. I know that what I learned works because when I would put these things into practice with other partners my pleasure would increase in conjunction with my partners! Talk about a win-win situation.
Anyway, some of these women only had me work at their house once a month, most of them were twice each month and then a few were like Janet and Traci where I was working (ahem) at their house at least twice each week. In short I was getting tons of fucking and sucking every week and loving every minute of it.
Mom walked out and sat next to me with concern written all over her face and I said, "Mom is something wrong?"
"No...yes...I don't know!" She looked at her hands for a moment and then into my eyes as she softly asked, "Matt, are you gay?"
"WHAT! Where the HELL did THAT come from?!" I basically yelled at her.
"Quiet down please son. It's just that you never seemed happy when you'd come home from your dates and for months now you haven't even gone on a date! I don't care if you are, but I am..........curious."
"Okay, I'm sorry for yelling but shit mom that was completely out of left field! And the answer is 'NO'; I am most definitely NOT gay! I am far, far from being gay!"
"But you were always so sad after taking a girl on a date, and I just thought..."
"Look mom, I was unhappy because every time I thought I might get some she would suddenly get cold feet and tell me no!"
"But why would a girl do that? I mean good grief you are good looking and a nice friendly young man. Why would you suddenly get told no?"
"God mom, this is really getting personal you know."
"But I was just trying to help you with this problem!"
"Mom, please don't take offence but I DON'T have a 'problem'! You might, but I don't."
Mom looked at me for about five seconds and then said, "Oh my god, they all said no when they found out how small you are! Don't worry son, you'll find a girl who will appreciate you for your other great qualities!"
I burst out laughing as I stood up to go. "Oh god mom you are so funny! No I am NOT my dad! Oh shit mom -- I didn't mean to say that! Oh god I'm sorry! Shit I have to go, Marie asked me to come over and help with something at about two o'clock so I have to scoot."
Mom didn't say anything more, she just sat there red faced as I hopped into my truck and drove over to see my sister. She was just driving into her garage when I got there so she waited for me before heading into her house with her packages.
First thing she did was grab a cold beer out of a bag and hand it to me saying, "Here, you seem mature enough to me." Then she got one for herself and we each took a swig before we worked at putting away her groceries.
"Where's your 'ever-loving' at now" I asked using the term I always used for her husband, Chuck.
"Oh I just dropped him off at the airport before grabbing these few items. Let's go sit in the family room for awhile."
So off we went beers in hand. We sat across from each other talking and laughing while the beers flowed free. I was finishing my third and felt I'd better stop with them or I would be in no position to do any work for her. "So tell me my dear sister, what tasks do you have in store for your little brother today?"
"Oh I think we should talk some more. I heard a few rumors that have started me to thinking..."
"Oh shit, I hate rumors off the fucking grapevine!"
"Yeah I do too normally bro, but these made me wonder about some things."
Okay, so I bit when I asked her, "Okay, so tell your little brother what these rumors are."
"Welllllll.......rumor has it that my little brother isn't really so little after all!" Marie was looking right in my eyes when she said this and I saw the twinkle in her eyes that she always had when she was the winner of a 'gotcha moment'. "And rumor also has it that I just may be over paying for the work you do around here!"
That pissed me off as I only charged her half of my other customer's rates, and only then because she insisted on it. "What the fuck sis, I never even wanted to charge you and you know it! Don't start any crap about being overcharged!"
"Calm down big brother, calm down. I never said I was being overcharged! I was at the market last week and happened to see June and Pam talking with Jane (all three of them customers of mine on the far edge of my area, but close to where Marie lives. None of them knows she is my sister due to her different last name.) So I stopped to listen to them before joining in. Well I was shocked to hear what they were saying about their handyman."
I shifted uncomfortably in my seat and she looked at me while I downed my beer in one swallow. "Anyway, I stepped up and asked if they were talking about the same handyman that I used and they ALL said the most incredible things about you my dear big brother!"
"Look sis, I can explain, really I can," I said trying to get her to stop this nonsense. Shit I did NOT want my mom to find out about the arrangements I had going.
"Oh I'll just bet you can! So I asked just what extra services you were doing and the things I heard you would just not believe! Then Pam looked at me and said, 'You mean you and Matt haven't done 'IT' yet?' and when I said no they said nearly in unison, 'Girl you just have GOT to change that!' Now why would they tell me something like that?"
"Please sis just let me explain....."
"I said you will get your chance later to 'explain' this. So then June said, 'why Marie you just have to negotiate a better rate.' And Jane piped up with 'Oh gosh yes, you will never regret it.' Now why would that be?"
"Sis please, I never wanted to charge you in the first place so if you want a better rate then I'll do the stuff you need for free!"
"Oh I don't think that is good enough, big brother!"
"How the hell is FREE not better than paying!" I was getting pissed and I had never been angry with my sister in my life. "Well?"
"I think I like the exchange rate those girls are getting a whole lot better! Especially if they are even close to telling the truth!"
I looked at her both shocked and perplexed that she was hinting at her and me fucking. Shit, she's my sister and I love her to death, but damn...she's my sister! Guys don't do those things to the sister! But then I remembered laughing at one of my pals in school who said the best piece of ass lived in the room next to his and he dipped his Willie into it every chance he got, and he later claimed to get the chance at least once each week! This sounded no different to me.
Slowly I looked my sister in the eye and said, "First of all, I am your little brother, not your big brother! Second, just what sort of exchange rate did you have in mind?"
"That's the spirit Matt! Now you're getting with the program!" Marie said excitedly. "In answer to your questions; yes you USED to be my little brother but from what I hear you have turned into my very BIG brother! As to your second question, I think I want what every other customer of yours is getting!"
"SIS?!?! Are you crazy? You're my sister!"
"Yup, I sure as hell am. I'm also your frustrated, horny, climbing the walls sister who needs...no make that WANTS to become your FUCKING sister!" Marie looked at me her face tense with the strain of having to tell her brother that.
"B-but sis, you are married to a great guy whom I really like!"