Date: Wed, 20 Apr 2016 17:02:30 +0000 From: Al Peres Subject: HAPPINESS 1 Dear reader, This is a lovely story entirely product of my imagination, where egoism and selfishness are banned. I am sure you will like and enjoy it. It depicts sex contacts between minors: boy/boy and boy/girl; however, no adults are involved; except themselves when they grow up. English is not my mother language, therefore, please, be acquiescent with the syntax. Any comment, sent to "al.peres@hotmail.com", will be welcomed and answered. The story comes to you thru Nifty org., so, please cooperate with them by sending some donations. HAPPINESS ---------------- PART 1 ======== Chapter 1 ------------ Julia was 12 y/o, she had a lovely black long hair combed to her shoulders and fixed by a linen trap on top of her head. Her skin was smooth, flawless and white as the snow, as her grand mother used to say about her when she was a baby. She was a pure Latin; being merged in her the ascendants of Spanish and Italian of her parents. She had large black eyes and long curved eyelashes; thick red lips, white teeth, and an oval face with chin slightly parted. She probably was the prettiest girl of her age in the school; that would mean she should have been subject of all boys' attentions; however, it was otherwise. She was poor in a crowd of rich boys and girls, nevertheless, she had an advantage above all of them; especially over near all the students of her grade, she had been gifted with an exceptional bright intelligence. Most of the students in her grade hated her right from the beginning she entered in that school. She paid them back by taking any opportunity to humiliate them answering questions that they could not do. This was her revenge; however, out of class, she was bulled by her mates offending her poverty. Her father had been a high executive in an electronic company, but two years ago he died in a road accident caused by a drunken man. She suffered and still missed her father; so far, she was very lucky because she had her mother; a still young woman of 37 y/o who was employed in a Governmental computing office. They had to abandon their homeland when she got this job. With the money paid by the insurance, they bought a lovely little old house built among blocks of large residential and luxury houses. First, she purchased it, because it was located in a place with good communications to her job; second, it was not far from an excellent and high standard private school; and third, she thought, her daughter would have the opportunity to have contact with highly educated persons, and above all, to receive a high standard education, as her father had had. The girl was intelligent enough to know the tremendous effort that her mother was doing to bring her up in that society; so she never complained or told her about the hell she was living in the school every day. Fortunately, she was happy in the school premises, because from the Principal to the last teacher, they felt proud of having such a good student, mentioning her on every opportunity as an example to follow, being her picture placed on top of the honour pad. That even increased the hate of those rich girls and boys that could not have the same results as she had. Obviously, she had not any friend; she always told her mom that she was too engaged in her studies to cultivate any friendship. As any young, she loved pop music but also classic's; she played piano and three times a week, she spent the evening in the school attending to music classes, until her mom picked her up. There was an exception on her disgust to others; it was of a beautiful blond boy that was sat near her in class; his name was Patrick. This boy was exceptionally good in maths, even better than she was; however, he was not her friend, but he talked to her in a friendly manner, and was very kind. They normally had lunch together; in summary, they were good pals. She felt this boy was too pretty, too perfect, like those stars of the movies. He had long silky blond hair; blue eyes, a lovely nose and he showed two lovely dimples on his face when he laughed. This was an extra item for the rest of the girls to hate her even more, because he preferred her to talk to, instead of them. He was very attached to his brother; they seemed more like lovers than brothers. Mark, his brother, was over one year older than he was; studying in a different grade, but at the end of the day, both brothers waited each other to walk up home together. They never took the bus as she never did, except with rough weather; from that she deducted they lived not far from the school, but she never asked him. Mark was not pretty; the boy was handsome, and he had the same dimples as his younger brother, nevertheless, that was the only resemblance between both brothers. Mark was black haired and with curly hair; he had very much the same eyes as she had; besides a wide chest and strong hands. He was the typical cool boy, had many friends and was very popular, but it seemed not many were close ones, except his own brother. He laughed to everybody and the girls sighed about him. Julia had carefully observed him and could notice he took any opportunity to observe her, however, they had not yet been introduced, and that was a law in that school. One of those days that she had not music, after a math class, the teacher asked Julia and Patrick to remain for a few minutes after the bell rang; the rest of students stared at them with envy, and hated Julia even more. After some minutes discussing about another possible solution to a math problem, he thanked both youngsters for their cooperation and finally they ended it. Talking they went out; all students had gone, either to home or to the bus stop, except Mark that was, as usual, waiting for his brother outside; when they met, Mark looked at Julia and she looked at him. Patrick then said: "Mark, let me introduce you to the greatest genius in maths, Julia." Then looking at Julia he added: "Julia, this is my brother Mark, also a genius in physic, geography and sports." Both looked into each other eyes as the boy politely extended his hand, Julia shook it, and at the contact both blushed. "Hi, Julia!" "Glad to know you, Mark. Please don't believe Patrick, he is too kind with me. Sorry I must hurry up; my mom would get upset if I am late." She lied, because her mother would arrive a few minutes later. "We are going on the same direction, can we accompany you?" "Of course, you can. However, I may arise some jealousies on some persons." Both boys laughed frankly, and Mark, showing his fingers, said: "Oh don't worry, I am not still engaged." They laughed again and started chatting about simple things. Mark never had felt so easy with a girl, and after what seemed five seconds, instead of twenty minutes, she stopped in front of her little and lovely house. "Well, this is my home." Mark looked into those beautiful eyes and she felt as if he got her naked. She blushed as she added: "Thanks for your company." Addressing to Patrick: "Patrick thanks for your help. Until tomorrow." This is the way used in Europe to say good-bye. She grinned at them and entered in the house; she immediately peeked thru the curtains to see the brothers talking down the street. She did not know where they lived, but probably not far, she thought. Julia was excited as she watched Mark and Patrick walking down the street to their home; she remained in the window behind the curtains until they disappeared among the trees. Her young heart was beating hard; she sat on the sofa ordering her thoughts. "What has happened to me?" She thought; Mark was not the first boy she had seen; there were hundreds of them in the school of all ages, however, she had to recognize that not all were as handsome as he was; moreover, no one had ever approached her. When she calmed down, went to her room, undressed from the school uniform and folded it neatly on the chair; she unbuttoned her shirt and tossed it on the bed, she was naked, except for her panties and socks. She stared at herself on the full length mirror and observed her little beautiful breasts that had grown a lot lately; she would need a bra in a couple of months, or even before; in fact she should have been already wearing it, as her mom advised her, but she felt more comfortable without it. Up to now, she had not been interested on showing a better figure to others, especially to boys. She raised her right hand and massaged lightly her left breast, immediately she felt an electric discharge thru her body with a lovely warm sensation of pleasure in her crotch. Instinctively she placed her left hand on her vagina and rubbed it up and down, only separated by the fine fabric of her panties. She continued rubbing, and gasped as a strong feeling swept thru her entire body; she deeply blushed, as she had never touched herself in that manner, however, it was too good, she needed more. She dragged her panties down and stepped out of them; then she lay on the bed and resumed her touches, now on the bare body. She had only a few pubes on her crotch since she had started menstruating only two months before. She noticed the wetness of her juices as she continued rubbing her clit. The lovely sensation was in crescendo, se started moaning and gasping; the warmest sensation ever experienced swept thru her entire body. She could not stop, but increased her rubbing. Her body got rigid and her breath increased; she closed her eyes; she thought of Mark touching her and suddenly that beautiful feeling arrived as she experienced her first real powerful orgasm with a loud groan that even scared her. When it subsided, her breath recovered to her normal rate and she smiled with mischief. She stood and looking to her image reflected on the mirror she showed out her tongue naughtily. "You liked it, didn't you?" She smiled, took her clothes and went into the bathroom to have a shower; her mom would come back within half an hour and she had many chores to do. As soon as Julia entered in the house, Mark placed his arm round his brother's shoulders. "Why didn't you tell me about this girl?" "Why? You have not been particularly interested in any girl, though there are many who would gladly lose their virginity with you." Mark laughed and squeezed his brother shoulders. "You are always exaggerating my sex appeal. I remind you that you have broken more hearts than I did." "Probably, but not Julia's; besides, up to now my only true love is walking near me." They slowed their walking. "I love you Patrick, and hope you change in the future; girls are beautiful creatures." "I know, but by now I am not interested on them. Julia is a wonderful specimen, as you probably would call her in your physic class; but you must be careful; she is not as stupid as the others. She is not an easy girl." "I can't explain myself why she doesn't have more friends, being as cool and pretty as she is." Well, as far as I have heard, she's poor, at least in money. I overheard that she lost her dad two years ago, and now her mom works hard to make their living and to pay the school. Both work hard not having many of those facilities that you can find in our home." "It is not fair; she is beautiful and clever; rarely these two items go together. Most likely she deserves to enjoy a better life." "Sure she does, but that isn't our problem." As they were arriving home, their little sister ran to Mark's arms. He thought: "It is not my problem, but I guess it could be." They spent the evening doing their homework and after dinner went to bed. It was Thursday and could not waste much time. Since they moved to that house, seven years ago, they slept on the same room and bed. The house built by their father, was not a mansion, but large enough for a family to live, including their uncle and Granny's visits. Patrick had a room of his own, but when he was five was scared of the noises and cuddled in his brother's arms; since then, they slept together, except when a friend came to sleepover. As they grew, found the nice feelings of touching one another expressing their mutual love. The intelligent blond boy had arrived to the conclusion that he did not like girls, but was in love with his own brother. Mark loved his younger brother dearly and could not deny him anything; so they carried out their lovemaking very often, especially during the weekends, yet, Mark never permitted his brother to fuck him in the ass. Patrick enjoyed the feeling of fullness produced by his brother dick into him. That night when they were cuddled in the bed, Patrick felt his brother hardness between his butt cheeks. "Mark, you are hard and wet and I'm getting hard, too." "Yes, I am; and I don't know why, but I can't put that beautiful girl out of my mind. She has lovely lips like you." Patrick turned over and kissed his brother deeply on the lips; their tongues swirled inside and started rubbing their crotches; their nude young bodies getting hotter for moments. "Please Patrick, lock the door." Patrick gladly jumped out of the bed and locked the door; the sound of the TV downstairs arrived as their parents spent some time cuddled in the large coach. As Patrick lay down, Mark jumped on top of him and started kissing his beautiful brother. "Mark, please, fuck me. I want to feel you inside me; you don't need to put any lube, your precum will be more than enough." Mark started kissing, licking and sucking his brother's nipples, stomach and crotch; he finally arrived to that lovely little dick and put it into his mouth. Patrick moaned in pleasure and started breathing heavily; when Mark felt his brother was near his dry orgasm he lifted Patrick's legs to his chest and placed his dick on his pucker. With a light push he entered him and slowly back and forth he started fucking him. A few minutes later both were gasping for air as they approached to their orgasms. Mark kissed Patrick passionately, took in his hand his dick and started the final part of their lovemaking. Mark felt how his dick was being pressed inside his brother guts as he reached the peak of his lust. Mark body got rigid and with a strong push he mentally murmured: "I love you Julia", starting offloading his seeds deep into his brother. He collapsed on top of Patrick that hugged his elder brother to his chest. When they recovered their breath Mark said: "I love you, brother." "I love you, too, Mark. They unlocked the door and cuddled into their arms. A couple of minutes later they were rock asleep. Chapter 2 ------------- The two brothers started having lunch in the same table than Julia did, she was very pleased, however she did as if she had not changed on anything; nevertheless, and the girl's heart started beating hard when she watched the brothers approaching with their trays to where she used to lunch alone. Most of the girls and boys of Patrick's grade looked surprised how they treated that deprived girl who they hated. Julia was in the heaven, watching the most beautiful boys of the school accompanying her. "Julia, do you have music class all evenings?" Mark asked. "No; now only twice a week; it used to be three times, but the professor said that I'm progressing and I don't need that extra day; so now are Tuesday and Thursday." "Well, that coincides with the days we have sport, isn't it Patrick? "Yes, you're right." "Julia, could you pass me the salt, please?" Mark asked. Julia took the saltcellar and in the moment to give it to him their hands lightly touched. They looked at each other and both blushed embarrassed; Patrick appreciated it but he did as if have not noticed anything; he thought his brother had started a real crush on Julia. She them said: "I love soccer and I have known you are in the junior school team. When are you expecting to play an official match?" "Would you watch us?" Patrick asked. "Well, if you promise me that you will attend to my piano concert..." Immediately Mark intervened looking into Julia's eyes. "You can bet that I will be there." She smiled to him and Mark melted. In that moment two girls interrupted their conversation; they seemed as Mark's old friends. "Mark, we need your help, we have some doubts regarding a physic problem and..." Mark interrupted them. He perfectly knew that their motivations were different as they expressed, so he politely smiled. "I'm sorry I don't have any paper and pencil to write you down the answer, I may do that this evening in the library, if you like." They were not so silly, so understood he was telling them to go. She glanced at him, grinned and looked at Julia with hate and resentment. Julia smiled to herself, she imagined how frustrated the girls should have felt and hated her. Near every day they started to walk home together, stopping in their way some times, only to spend more time together. Julia and Mark knew they had fallen in loved each other, however no one would tell the other. Julia hoped he would tell her and Mark felt terribly embarrassed, even fearing she would reject him; so he preferred to keep her at least as a friend. There was a lovely little park near Julia's home with a very old and large tree; she loved to sit under it and make some of her homework, especially maths and physic, whenever the weather permitted it, like it was now. She had the hope in her young heart that Mark may pass thru the street and could meet him. She was concentrate on a math problem on her notebook when she heard: "You have an error on the second equation." She near jumped, but it was a sweet and modulated voice. "Sorry I might have scared you." It was an old but elegant woman that must have been a beauty when she was young; probably she was now over 60 y/o, and was carrying a wooden stick with a golden dog head. "This is a lovely place to make calculations." Julia looked at her; she observed her well-cared hands, long fingers and abundant white hair that probably sometime was blond. In one finger she wore a thick gold ring with a small green stone on it. All of hers showed she was a rich person, but different; she was elegant and not overcharged with jewellery. Her clothes were expensive, and she was sure the old woman was not an American. She had some features that remind her to someone who could not identify by now. The lady smiled at her and interrupted her thoughts. "Have you arrived to any conclusion regarding me?" Julia deeply blushed because she had guessed what she was thinking about her. "I'm very sorry Madame; I have been a little bit surprised to see you; there are not many persons who come here to enjoy the good shadow and freshness provided by this old tree; they prefer the air conditioned." "Don't you like air conditioned?" "To be honest, yes, I do; but when possible, I prefer what Mother Nature gives us. I know that people like me, are not very popular, especially to those who sell those machines." The old lady grinned. "I do agree with you; because of that I have started to have a walk about this time when the weather is not too warm. By the way, my name is Nora von Wilhelm. And yours?" "Julia, Julia Martin. I'm an Italian and Spanish descendant. Our close friends that know me say that all my features show I am a pure Latin." The lady smirked. "I am German." Latin countries have produced great musicians like Verdi, Vivaldi or Granados, just to name a few." "Yes. But they cannot be compared with those from Germany or Austria, as Beethoven, Wagner or the almighty Amadeus Mozart. I guessed you were not American." The lady looked surprised and happy with the conversation with this young girl. "It seems you like good music." Julia blushed because she thought she had been too conceited. "Well... I like pop music too. In the school we have good teachers and I love playing the piano. I am not very good at it, but I try my best to do it the best than I can." "I am sure you do." They continued chatting both enjoying their company. Julia liked a lot to be with that old woman; and from that day she always was looking forward to meet her under the tree. She told her mom all about, but she did not mention anything to Mark or Patrick; in fact, she thought, that was her private life. In one of those days, after interchange the current opinions, the old lady asked Julia: "Julia, you never mention any friend of the school, I suppose being so a good student you will have many." She bent her head; she did not speak about that point because knew that was a critical one. "Well... in fact I have not any friend in the school... except for two. I like my school, it has good installations and excellent teachers; all of them are very kind to me; however, sometimes I think mom committed a great mistake coming to live here." "Why?" You are a pretty and intelligent girl..." Julia blushed. "Well... because we are not of same standard of the people who lives round here; all of them here have great houses, great cars, and good clothes. Where I used to live, before dad died, I had many friends, my life was happier than here. I must confess that near all students hate me and I hate them back, especially in my grade; perhaps it is my fault because I feel superior to them, but they started bulling me right from the beginning because I am not of their social status; so, I humiliate them in class whenever I can. Mom does not know anything about." She said with resentment. "Julia, you should have said it to your mom; she loves you and may pay a visit to the school and tell your problem. It is not fair of hating one another; you are too young for that. You are intelligent, but I think you are even a better person than intelligent." Julia looked at her new friend puzzled. "I think you are wrong Mrs. von Wilhelm. I don't want to tell mom; she is very busy working to make out our living and I don't want to increase her worries; on the other hand, she cannot change the way of thinking or acting of the boys and girls in the school... She is devoted to me since my father died and has more than enough with that." The old lady dragged Julia to her and kissed her on the hair as some tears came out of the girl's eyes. "You are a brave girl and I'm sure you will finally get your goal. However, you should try to make some friends to whom you can speak and share your young confidences." "Well right now I don't need any; I have you and my mother." "Thanks for considering me your friend, but I referred of your own age, girls and boys." She immediately thought of Patrick, Alfred and especially Mark; she wiped out her tears, and making a great effort smiled; the old lady, without knowing it, had touched some of her sensible feelings. "Well I did not tell you the whole truth; I have three friends, all males, one of them is very special to me. I have not told anything to mom and to anybody, but he is so wonderful, so handsome and so..." She paused because she was getting red and she wanted to say many things about Mark; the woman kept silence as the girl continued opening her young heart to her. "All girls are trying to get him being their friend... or boyfriend; honestly, I have heard more than one sigh about it. "Is he so bright, Julia, to deserve your admiration?" The girl smiled; she did not want to disclose her feelings but that Lady was her friend and she eagerly wanted to speak about him, and how her young heart melted when he was near her. "Both brothers are bright, but Mark is something especial; I must confess that I like him." The young girl blushed at this thought. "Julia, there is nothing wrong thinking like that. When I was of your age I fell in love with my husband, he was at the moment 14 y/o. We loved each other and grew together; later we married and had three wonderful children, and now I have some grand children, too. Well, we must finish for today; you probably have many things to do." Julia was so glad with the old woman... and now much more since they have talked about something she wanted to learn more and more. "I have already done my chores. Mom will arrive within a few minutes." "I would like to know her, if you don't mind." "Oh no! I don't mind at all. I'm sure she will be very happy meeting you. Please Mrs. Nora, let's go inside my house. I'll prepare something, a cup of tea or coffee; I would like you to stay a little bit more." The lady thought for a moment. "Please, please." Julia repeated. She smiled to Julia, and then extracting from her pocked a cell phone, and after dialling a number she told someone she had met a friend and would arrive an hour later. Julia smiled and both walked into the small house. The old lay looked around and sighed; that reminded her when she was just married and their little house in Germany where she had been so happy. She observed the old furniture arranged with good taste; an old vertical piano against the wall, probably needing to be tuned; everything neat and clean; the little garden well cared and a small bunch of white roses on a corner. She liked it, and she was sure that would not be the last time she would enter in the house. In that moment the main door opened as a young woman on her thirties entered; Julia ran to her mom, kissed her and introduced to the old lady. "Mom, this is Mrs. Nora von Wilhelm, she is the lady I talked you about." "Oh Mrs. Wilhelm, it is a great pleasure to know you; Julia does not stop talking about you." "The pleasure is mine; she is a great and intelligent child." Julia blushed. "I like how she is; she reminds me when I was her age, though she is prettier than I was." Julia even got blusher. They chatted for more than an hour; the time elapsed very quickly. "Well Mrs. Martin, I hope you will return the visit sometime." "I will, Mrs. Von Wilhelm; you can count on it." The old lady stood up and Julia's mom offered: "I think we should accompany you, shall we?" "No thanks, it is not late and I like to enjoy the evening walk." She did not insist since the lady looked very polite and determined to go alone. However, Mrs. Wilhelm thought she would have accepted Julia's company but... The encounters continued near every day, Julia was becoming very close to the old lady, considering the lady her best friend. She was looking forward to share with her all her most intimated feelings; nevertheless, what was increasing in her young heart was the love for the handsome boy. Mark and Patrick waited for her at the end of the day and the three walked together to their homes. She could not stop herself peeking on him, his words, his jokes, everything he said or did sounded as a lovely music on her young ears. Sometimes she thought she was going too fast and became red at the though he might believe she was trying to conquer him, but she could not do anything to stop thinking on the boy; especially when they were walking home. For Mark, those walks were the best moments of the day; he eagerly wanted the end of the school day classes to meet that precious creature. In the intimacy of the bed at night, he talked to his brother. "Patrick, I think I'm in love; I never felt about anybody like I do about Julia. Do you think she feels a little like me?" "I'm sure she does; however, she does not want to show it up, she is very reserved and never talk about her feelings. Well... in fact she behaves as we do; besides she does not have any close friend to who might talk, so it is difficult to find out about her feelings." "I would like to be her best... but not only friend. You know." He blushed at the thought of having Julia in his arms. His dick started to get hard, and looking into his brother's eyes he kissed him passionately, but he saw Julia's face on him. They made love as many other nights, but Patrick knew he was occupying Julia's place. He did not mind because he loved his brother dearly. It was Thursday and the week was near gone; they would have a soccer match in the afternoon. Julia did not say anything to Patrick, but as soon as she finished her music class went to the match field. There were many girls and boys of all ages shouting and the cheer-girls moving their arms and dancing; Julia arrived when the second half started and sat down on the corner near the opposite team's; the score was 0-0 in spite of their school being playing much better. When the play resumed it continued in the same way, however when Patrick was ready to launch a corner he heard Julia yells encouraging him, he looked at her and smiled; then approached Mark and told it; that gave them emotions; Mark felt his legs flew and both launched an attack that the other team boys could not stop, ending with a good goal shot of Mark. Julia shouted enthusiastically as everyone attending to the match, as his mates boys hugged him as traditionally is in soccer, but immediately he looked up and met her eyes; it was a fraction of a second but more than enough. That was the change they needed; attacks were so often that the other team could not understand where these boys had been. The match ended with a score 4-0 for their school. Mark and Patrick rushed to the showers because he wanted to meet Julia; he was near determined to openly talk to her and tell how much he loved her. "Patrick, I'll hurry up to shower, I want to see Julia. We owe our victory to her and I want to tell..." "Alright bro, we will follow you, but tell her something else..." He started laughing; Mark rubbed his brother sweated blond hair and ran to the showers. Meanwhile, Julia left the field and slowly walked out to his home. She was thinking about the match and how happy she had felt when Mark stared at her; she even blushed. How beautiful he was and what a wonderful body he showed when he took off his shirt after the first goal. "What a wonderful tanned chest and strong legs he has!" She murmured for herself. She smiled as she walked out the school. She felt happy, very happy. When she was some yards out of the school, suddenly someone stopped her. "You fucking stupid; don't mix up with people of our class. Mark will never be your friend!" She looked at the two girls that she knew very well, since they attended to his class, though were one year older than she was. Julia was surprised of the strong words used by these supposed to be educated girls. She had humiliated them more than once with answers to the teacher that they could not do; they spent more time flirting with boys than studying their lessons. "You should study more and speak better." Julia said. "Otherwise someone should wash your mouth with raw soap." That even enraged the girls more. "We will do whatever we want, you fucking bastard beggar!" Saying that they started pushing and stroking Julia, she tried to keep out from them but she fell on the floor. Both girls started fisting her while their 14 y/o boyfriends laughed encouraging them with shouts. In that moment, two strong hands pulled the attacking girls away from Julia, falling on their butts on the paved floor. They looked with rage to the intruder, and to their boys for help. While Mark was bent trying to help Julia, one of the boys kicked him on his chest side. Mark received the tremendous blow as if an iron bar had been nailed in his flesh. He was strong and a junior karate black belt; he reacted as if he was in a real fight. He jumped and from the floor he sent his left foot against the boy's face. The impact sent the young teenager two metres away, starting bleeding thru his nose and broken upper lip. The other boy joined the fight, but this time Mark was waiting for him, he launched his fist to the boy stomach, as he bent in pain, Mark stroked on one of his shoulders and the poor boy fell on top of the other boy, gasping for air. The girls, watching their boys out of the fight, ran away before someone could see them and report to the school. Mark helped Julia from the floor; she started to cry, she never expected such violence from another girl. In silence Mark took her to his chest tenderly caressing her scrambled hair and rubbing her back. "Take it easy, Julia. Everything is over!" She could not stop crying; she was trembling and could not say or do anything. She slowly separated from Mark and dried her tears. "I, I, I am alright, thanks for your help. I'll never forget..." In that moment Patrick and Alfred arrived. "What's going on here?" Patrick asked. "Well nothing important, these two bastards and two girls were kicking Julia on the floor. I suppose they won't do it again." The boys were already walking out of the scene trying not to be seen by any of their friends, they did not want to explain how a younger boy had beaten both of them down; however, two ten y/o boys, to whom Mark was their hero, had watched the fight, but they did not showed up thinking that the elder boys would take advantage on them later on, if they knew the little boys had seen them. While the brothers and his friend were talking, Julia left; she could not stop crying silently; she was so confused... "How could two girls physically attack and hit her? She never thought this could happen, being aware that this was a reason for expulsion from the school. She would have never done it." She ran to his house, opened the door and fell on the bed; she them left her feelings and sorrow to flow thru abundant tears. After near an hour she got asleep. She woke up more comforted; cleaned her uniform and did her homework before her mom arrived, however she could not take the events off of her mind. "Where's Julia? Mark asked. "She's gone. I suppose she feels embarrassed. We better go home." The other two boys had recovered and one of them was cleaning the bleeding from his nose. Mark stared at them with anger. "You fucking rats are warned, never touch that girl again or I'll break all your bones." The boys looked to the trio inquisitively and ran away without any other word. Mark moved to pick up his bag containing his sport clothes; then he felt a sharp pain on his left side. Alfred noted the grimace on his face. "Are you alright Mark?" "Yes; one of those bastards kicked me on the left side, probably I have a haematoma. I'll see to it as soon as we arrive home." They started walking and some minutes later, they were on front of Julia's house; he looked at the windows, but all were shut without any sign of living. He thought Julia might have found her mom in there and were talking about the incident. He thought about the moment she was in his arms, he sighed. He would have hugged her should have not been in the middle of the park and near the school. Before he could think different, they were entering in their home. As usually, his little sister ran and jumped on his arms, but this time the pain was so strong that he near fainted. "Oh shit...! The little girl puzzled went to the floor, as she said: "Mark, you should not say strong words." However his mom had observed her son as he was near to faint. "Mark! Are you alright?" "Well...I, I slipped on the showers and I think I have hurt my side." "Come on, let's go upstairs." They went to his room, but the boy felt a strong pain and scarcely could climb the steps. He raised his shirt and showed to his mom and Patrick. "Almighty god, Mark! How did you slip? I'm sure you have seriously hurt yourself. You will need medical care." "Please mom, don't make a fuss about this." She did not reply, but brought a mirror in order he could see his injure. She lifted the phone and a few minutes later they were in the hospital. Their doctor examined him and ordered some radiography; they determined he had a broken rib; he recommended the boy to remain at home the whole weekend resting, if possible remaining in bed or sat down; that would be cured within a few days, therefore he could not perform any kind of sport during at least two weeks. He prescribed some pills to heal the pain. When they were alone back into their room, he said: "Patrick, please, do not say a single word about this. Holy shit! This will put me away from the soccer competition now that we are at the top." "Don't worry, I'll tell the coach. The problem is if someone saw you during the fight. That sure would put in trouble the other boys and girls; and you have used your karate techniques out of a fair competition." "I know, but it was in self-defence circumstances, they were two against one. What should I have done?" "I guess you are right. Let's wait and see." Chapter 3 ------------- The following day was Friday; the two little boys that had witnessed the fight arrived to the school and immediately they started talking about how their hero had beaten down two older boys. Mark was very popular, especially due to the soccer match results, not only for the younger boys, but for the rest of the school juniors. The news spread quickly, and before lunch- time, every boy and girl of grades 5 to 8 knew what had happened; some times augmenting or changing the version; that day Mark and the other boy who bled, missed the school. Mark's mother called the director. The news even had arrived to the teachers. The director ordered a subtle investigation since events had not taken place within the school's premises. "Mr. Terry, I just call you to advise that my son will miss the school during a few days. He slid on the showers, fell and broke one of his ribs." The director was surprised to hear that. "I'm sorry Mrs. Mass, but I have not heard about any fall, besides we installed a special carpet as recommended by Mr. Mass. Moreover, I just saw your son a few minutes after the match ending, leaving the school and I could not see he had any injure since he was running. "I am not complaining about the school Mr. Terry, but that was what I heard from my son Patrick; however, I'll find out. Thanks Mr. Terry. They did not discuss more about the subject. After morning classes Patrick joined Julia in the canteen as usual, she was surprised not to see Mark with his brother. Patrick greeted her. "Hi Julia, how do you feel this morning." "Not bad, thanks." She wanted to ask him about his brother, but she did not want to appear as if she was too much interested, then Alfred added: "It seems someone saw the fight, because everybody is commenting it." "I have noticed how all girls and boys, except Julia, looked at both girls. No one talked to them; they seemed embarrassed. "They should apology Julia and Mark." Alfred pointed out. "Well... Mark will not be here probably during a few days..." Julia heard that and near jumped on her seat; she could not keep away from asking Patrick. "Why Patrick?" He explained Julia in details everything about the hospital and the broken rib. She felt ashamed and embarrassed not knowing about this news. They ended the day; and as soon as the bell rang, she ran home before anyone could ask her about it. She had not said anything to her mom the day before, so her mom was not aware about the bulling being suffered by her daughter; today her mom was there when she arrived. After kissing her, they had coffee and some snacks; they were very closed to each other, nevertheless she felt embarrassed speaking about Mark; that was the first time she felt like that and did not know how to start talking about it. "Mom, I, I need to tell you something..." Her mother glanced at her daughter puzzled. "Anything's wrong, darling?" "Well, I don't know how to start..." She blushed. Her mom took her to her chest and kissed on the hair. "Julia, besides daughter and mother, we are friends, and I think you have a little problem that now seems to be a big one, but it isn't." She blushed again and with some difficulty she told her mom everything in detail, even about her feelings. "Does he love you?" "I'm sure he does, however, he has not told me, though I have not given him any opportunity." "Julia, you are too young to start loving a boy, nevertheless it is something that comes and you cannot prevent; it is part of growing up. Probably, with the time, you might love somebody else, but now you will find it impossible. On the other hand, probably he is a member of a rich family and that would be a strong handicap." "I have thought about it, mom; but above all, he has helped me and I think I should pay him back." "I do agree with you, darling. You can't ignore the fact that he is sick because he helped you, therefore, you should call him or pay a visit to find out how he is getting on. It is the minimum that you can do. I believe I should accompany you and thank him." "Oh! Please don't. I would feel very embarrassed; besides, you have not been introduced to them." "I don't mind. You are my daughter..." "Please mom, let me do things on my own way..." The woman could see her daughter was really concerned, so she did not insist on it and gave up. "Alright, but I'm ready to go with you, if you like it." "Thanks mom, I'll do myself. He lives on number 27 of Stream Av, so only five minutes from here." She kissed her mom and left. She was nervous since it was the first time she would enter in that house or in any other of that kind. She had seen the house from outside; it seemed more a large and comfortable home than a luxury one, appropriate for a large family. When she arrived observed a Mercedes car parked near the entrance, and a smaller one into the garage. She doubted for a moment and rang the bell; she heard some steps inside and the white door opened. A woman round her mom age, tall and with blond hair appeared. She smiled to Julia and with a soft voice she asked: "Can I help you, young lady?" "Well... my... my name is Julia Martin, and well, I...I have just come to find out how is Mark." "Oh Julia! Glad to know you. The boys have talked a lot about you and I believe they were not fair enough." Julia blushed at the kind words of the young woman. "You are even prettier than they said. Come in, please. He is getting better, but I would prefer you ask him yourself. He is a little bored but the doctor said he must rest to recover from his injury." She closed the door and entered into a large room with a wide stairs leading to the upper floor. She called out: "Mark, you have a visit, it is Julia." Without waiting for an answer, pointing out to upstairs, she said: "Julia, it is the first door, please feel comfortable as if you were at home." She smiled back as Mark appeared on top of the stairs. He was wrapped with a white bathrobe wearing only his underwear underneath, as he had just finished showering. Slowly he started descending to meet her; she noticed a grimace of pain as he stepped down. "Julia! What a wonderful surprise! I did not expect to be so lucky today." She blushed again as they met and slowly went back into Mark's room. "Do you mind to sit in my room, Julia? It is painful going down unless I do it very slow. It hurts a little bit." The girl knew the boy was a liar in that moment, because she had observed the grimace of pain on his large black eyes. "I... I don't mind. I've just come to see you and thanks for your help; I did not know you were so seriously hurt because of me." He looked at her as they entered in the room leaving the door open. He felt something in his guts and strangely his dick started to get hard. He felt embarrassed, fortunately the bathrobe and the adjusted underwear prevented to see the tent forming inside. "Julia, please, don't blame yourself; neither was your fault nor you kicked me, so please, forget it. I'm getting much better and I think next Monday I will return to school, however, sports must wait for at least one month." She looked around into the large room with two king- size beds, twice larger than hers and her mom's together. A lovely music was coming thru a hidden system; she identified it. "Do you like Tchaikovsky's Swan Lake?" "I like all classic music, though I don't much understand operas. I mostly use it when I am studying and to relax. I guess you like it because not many girls would have identified the music so quickly, as you have done." "I like it because it transports me to better times when I danced it. I'm also very fond of Vivaldi, though my favourite is Amadeus's. My mother said that for Christmas she will buy me the Swan Lake and the Four Stations." Mark was amazed. "Did you dance The Swan Lake?" "Well not all, but some parts of it; I was the premier!" She said with pride. "I was ten the last time I danced." The last words were pronounced in a low and cracked voice. Mark was not silly and knew the memories had brought her sad moments. However, he was very interested and wanted to continue. "The boy who held you up was very lucky." She grinned and blushed at the same time. "It was not a boy, but a 12 y/o girl dressed as a boy. It was a school of girls, but she behaved more like... a tomboy." They grinned. "Julia, would you accept two CDs with that music? You don't need to wait until Christmas; I think Patrick has also them." She felt embarrassed. "Sorry Mark, but I can't accept them because I have not a CD player, but a cassette's." "In that case you have simplified the problem. I have virgin cassettes, so I can record the music while we talk. I must tell you a little secret." She grinned. She wanted to say no and leave, but those eyes had allured her. "Alright, what is it?" "I have also danced The Swan Lake, but please, don't mention it in the school; you know how most of the boys and girls feel when a boy dance." They laughed. "Lucky girl." She retorted waiting he would say it was a little boy. "Well I was eleven and she was seven; after that I started sports and soon I forgot dancing, in fact I loved music, but I was not very good at dancing." Julia got sad, she never spoke to anyone about it, but she felt the need to talk to Mark and have someone to whom to rely. "In my case it was different. My dad encouraged me to dance. I was not mad about it, but I enjoyed pleasing him. He never missed the theatre when I acted and most of rehearsals; he always made time to be present, and when I was dancing I only saw him. When I ended, he would be at the stage and opening his arms to receive me raising me to the ceiling saying: "This is my beautiful angel!" She stopped talking and Mark could see how she bent her head as two tears dribbled down those beautiful cheeks. He felt very sorry and sad, he would have liked to hug her in that moment and telling he was there to love and protect her." "Julia, I am sorry for what happened. He must have been a great person and a better father." She raised her head and stared at her adored boy; no one has ever told her words like these, they recognised what her dad had been for her and she loved that. She felt very comforted. They changed the subject and talked about everything while the programmed music was being recorded. Mark's mom called from downstairs: "Mark, I am leaving, Patrick and Granny will be here within moments; please remain in your room, or if coming down, do it slowly." "Yes mom, do not worry." Julia peeked at him while answering his mom; she could see his upper chest and one of his nipples thru the open bathrobe; she blushed because she felt a tingle down her body, as she would have liked to touch and caress that smooth skin. A couple of minutes later the music stopped. Mark extracted the cassette. "Julia, here you are all this lovely music. Please let me know which would you like and I'll record it for you. I have a large collection of music." She openly smiled to the boy. Mark felt how his heart was beating being his love so close; however, he did not dare to tell her how much he loved this beautiful angel; but he was not sure she loved him. She sure was grateful to him, but did she love him? This puzzled him. He was nervous in her presence and at the moment of handling the cassette it dropped to the floor, both, Julia and Mark bent to pick it up at the same time, their hands met on the object; without a single word they stood looking into each other eyes. Mark raised her chin and put his lips on hers. Julia felt for the first time in her life the contact of someone lips on hers, and that caused her to fly to the heaven. She closed the eyes as she felt Mark's arm round her back. Her knees buckled and were to fall on the carpet had not Mark held her. They enjoyed their closeness; Julia placed her arms round Mark back being careful not to push too hard. It lasted near half a minute; she then tenderly broke the kiss and separated her head, placing it on Mark's shoulder. Mark started caressing her silky black hair murmuring on her ear: "I love you Julia, I love you with all my heart, I love you my beautiful angel. Please tell me you love me, too." Instead of an answer he noticed the warm wetness of Julia's abundant tears on his neck. He caressed even more his girl's hair and felt how her chest convulsed with her sobs. "We can't, we can't." She repeated several times. After a couple of minutes so close, she tenderly separated from him, she looked at him still her eyes blurred with tears, and raising her head kissed him back on the lips. But this time it was a peck of love. She spun and without a word left the room. "Julia, please, Julia!" Mark pleaded, but she left. He tried to stop her but a sharp pain in his side advised him it was impossible to do it. Julia left the house without turning her head and as soon as she was in the street, she ran as much as she could. Her mom was not at home; she had gone to the mall and that reminded her she should have accompanied her. She dropped on her bed crying inconsolably. "Oh God, why is he rich? Why? Why he is not a poor boy like me? I love him and I can't tell him." Mark was in similar situation, he was sure she loved him, even she had returned his kiss; thinking on this made his dick to grow hard as a rock; he felt ashamed but could not stop the lovely sensation he was feeling on his crotch. But why she said "we can't"? What prevented her to love him? He closed the door and lay on the bed, his cock was pressing against his underwear; he released it tossing his pants on the floor. He was now lying on the bed naked, as the bathrobe was open. He wanted to think about what had happened and instinctively started rubbing his hard dick. The door was not locked, and he knew nobody would enter without knocking, except Patrick. And that happened. Patrick stared at his brother slamming the door back; it has been a few days since they had made love and his dick started to get hard. He did not feel attracted to other boys or men, only to his handsome brother; he could not stop himself looking to that lovely naked body. "Mark, can I...?" His brother extended out his arms to him. Mark immensely loved Patrick since they were very little, when he used to cuddle into his arms and was scared of the outside noise. They had grown together, sleeping on the same bed and since a few years back sharing their bodies' lust, however, there was a limitation; Mark never allowed his younger brother to fuck him, and he did it to Patrick because he asked to. In seconds, Patrick was naked; slowly he approached his brother, kneeled on the bed and with care started kissing him. Their mouths met and soon their tongues swirled inside passionately. "I need you Mark and I think you need me." "Oh Patrick, I love you but..." He could not end the sentence; Patrick kissed him again. After a long kiss, his younger brother smiled at him, scooted down to his crotch and took his hard cock into his mouth. The years of practice with his brother, had converted him on an expert cocksucker. Mark moaned in pleasure as his climax approached, but Patrick wanted the maximum, so he stopped sucking, grinned, straddled him and pushed Mark's cock to his pucker. He observed his brother how he was questioning him with his eyes as he impaled himself on that wonderful boyhood. "I don't need any vaseline; your precum is more than enough." He grinned slyly. Carefully and slowly he sat on his brother meat and soon Mark's dick was entirely embedded into his brother's guts. Patrick bent over his brother and their mouth met again in a long and passionate kiss. Mark reached Patrick's and started masturbating him. Within a few minutes they were moaning and gasping as the mutual climaxes approached. Mark was the first to reach his orgasm as he pushed up his hips to reach a maximum penetration into his brother, starting to spurt his load. Patrick stimulated inside and outside, his body reached the pick of that wonderful warm sensation. He groaned loudly as he had never felt so a strong pleasure before. Mark felt something warm on his fingers as he was stroking his brother cock. When he recovered his breath he could see Patrick first semen on his hand. "Congratulations Patrick!!!" "Why?" He showed him his fingers still partially covered with the whitish watery cream. "You are not a drier any longer. You are a little man." Patrick opened his deep large blue eyes in surprised, still his brother inside him. He bent and tenderly kissed him. "Oh, Mark! Mark! I love you. I have felt a strong feeling, as never before." He took his brother fingers and licked them, savouring his own cream. "I love you, brother. I love you a lot." "I love you, too, Patrick." Patrick lay on his side and kissed his brother tenderly all over his face. "I want to see my seed again." As he was lying on the bed, he started stroking himself and in a couple of minutes he exploded again; his first shot made a little arch and landed on his crotch still devoid of any hair, only a few more drops dribbled on his fist. "That was wonderful, Mark!" They lay on the bed in silence during a few minutes, both involved in their own and different thoughts. After some minutes of relax, Patrick said "You are very lucky, Mark." "Why?" "Julia is a beautiful girl, and probably one of the most intelligent girls in the school; if I were you, I would take a special care of her." That surprised Mark; he never expected such a declaration from his pretty brother; he had assumed that Patrick was gay, he was not interested on girls; however, he recognized that Patrick never had mentioned to have or try any sexual contacts with anybody except with him. He was very pleased but at the same time concerned. "Patrick, she is wonderful..." He explained him what just an hour before had happened. "Why did you say if you were me? Do you like her?" Patrick grinned and gently rubbed his brother smooth cheek. "Mark, I must tell you something. Since a couple of months, I have noticed how attracted I am to lovely girls and boys of my age or younger, except you, of course. Also to little boys, I love their innocence and their beautiful angel faces. I would like to help and protect all of them, but nothing else." "You might be a boy-lover; in fact, I like them too; however a lovely girl is paramount, especially if she is as Julia is. I don't know what to do. It seems she has something against me, I could not ask her because my side hurt a lot." "I am not absolutely sure brother, but I guess what it could be; nevertheless, you have to find out with her, I could be wrong." "Please Patrick, tell me what your thoughts are about this. Please." "No bro, that's your problem and I would not interfere in it." "You rascal!" He tried to catch his brother, but Patrick jumped out the bed and went to the bathroom. Chapter 4 ------------- On Monday their mom rode them to the school, but Mark argued that he was alright and could walk back in the afternoon; of course he was thinking to meet Julia. The girl had been thinking reeling all over again and again during the weekend; sometimes she felt very happy and touched her lips remembering his tender kiss. She had never kissed or being kissed by a boy; but after a few reflections, she arrived to the conclusion that she could not go ahead; he was a rich boy and his society would never accept her, at least, for the moment. She thought that the best thing would be to stop their increasing love before it was too late; that would be very painful for her, but she was very young, and soon might forget him. This seemed impossible to her by now, but she should be very strong and try it; however, as she was thinking about it, her eyes blurred again as her mind went to the moments she had been into his arms. It had been so beautiful during a few seconds! "Why am I not rich or he poor? Why?" She mentally asked herself. As usual, she sat on her table at the canteen for lunch and soon she watched the two brothers approaching; her heart started racing into her young chest. Mark could not walk since all girls and boys stopped him asking about his rib. He kindly declined invitations to chat or sit; he sat near Julia, their eyes met for a second and she felt her young heart strongly beating into her chest and thinking he might hear it. She thought everybody was watching her and hearing her heart beatings; she deeply blushed as Mark sat near her. "How do you feel, Mark?" Julia politely asked. He openly smiled at her and would not have taken his eyes out from her; however he knew the rest of their colleagues were watching them. "I'm alright, just a little pain when I walk too fast, but the doctor said it will disappear in a couple of days if I do things correctly." "I'm glad about it." She said near in a murmur that he only could hear as she blushed. "The girls have apologised for their actions in front of all students in the math class this morning, and I have accepted them." "Patrick has told me all about; the same did the boys; one of them still with his broken nose." Patrick and Alfred laughed. Alfred then said. "I suppose they have taken good note to better think to whom they kick again." She smiled and they continued lunch just talking as good friends, a little bit more relaxed. Mark peeked more than once on her and he trembled watching those beautiful eyes and the large eyelashes over them. His dick got hard only thinking on their kiss. When they finished school that day she quickly prepared her backpack and left, she did not want to meet Mark; she felt very weak in front of him. The boys guessed her thoughts and were waiting for her; the four started walking, and as soon as they left behind the last school building, Patrick and Alfred retreated a little chatting and left Julia and Mark alone. "Julia, I have thought that what occurred in my room was the most beautiful thing ever happened to me." Julia sighed remembering their kiss, but she kept silence. She felt how her tears were trying to blur her lovely eyes. "I have not stopped thinking about it the whole weekend." She stopped for a moment trying to reinforce and analyse her feelings. "Mark, I am not ashamed at all about what we did; even I must be honest to you saying that I wanted and liked it as much as you did; but I think it was a great mistake." She said these words near in a whisper so he could only hear them. "Why? I love you Julia with all my heart and that was love, nothing else, but truly love." "Probably; but we can't go ahead with this, Mark. Besides, we are too young. I have built plans to prepare myself for the university; unfortunately I can't lose my time and efforts..." She wanted to say: I need to gain a scholarship because I am poor and I have not money. Even going to the state university; not Yale or similar as you can afford without making any effort. Nevertheless she did not want to offend him; after all, he could not be blamed for being rich and she poor. He interrupted her thoughts. "Julia, I love you as never loved anyone; I think we can love each other, just you need to say under which conditions, and l will accept them, no matter what they are; but please, please, don't say no." She thought Mark was near to break. His voice was so nice, his hair, his eyes... "Oh almighty God! Why I love him?" She thought. In that moment they arrived to her house; she was relieved because she thought she would fail on arguing. She muttered: "Sorry, Mark; we can't, we can't..." She could not continue as a bump formed in her throat and could not continue; her eyes were blurred. She turned around and walked to the gate; Mark quickly followed and caught her backpack, she stopped. "Please, Julia, why we can't love each other? I love you, you well know that." Julia looked into those wonderful black eyes of her boy; she felt as her throat tightened even more, preventing her to speak. With a few tears dribbling on her smooth white cheeks, she said in a cracking voice: "Look into yourself, Mark." And before her tears came out abundantly she opened her house, and closing the door she fell on the sofa starting releasing her tears with convulsions. Mark was not silly and he had noticed Julia's efforts to keep her tears in. On the following days Julia made strong efforts to keep herself away from Mark; however, she could not stop peeking on him when he was not aware of it. Mark tried all possible ways to speak to her, but she always found a way to avoid him. Saturday came; the pain on his chest had disappeared and he went to watch her from the nearby forest. "Oh my god, what have I done to her?" He murmured to himself. She came out of the house and started cutting some old roses and making some cleaning in the small garden. The boy was determined to speak to her, but in that moment her mom joined and he rejected the idea. When he entered in his house, found his dear Granny sat in the living room facing the garden; she immediately noted her grandchild steps and his kiss. Mark sat down near her. She immediately knew something was in her child's heart. "What's going on, my beautiful child?" Mark thought for a moment, he wanted to tell to someone the hell he was in; except to Patrick who knew it; he badly needed to release his thoughts. He laid his head on his loved grandmother and sighed. "You are in love, aren't you my child?" The boy was astounded, hearing his grandmother. "Granny! How have you found out?" She caressed her loved child curly hair and kissed him on the forehead. "Because I love you. I am very old and have a large experience. However, you don't look very happy." "Granny, she is the prettiest and the most intelligent girl of the school..." "And she has many boys round her; besides, she has where to choose, so you are left apart." Mark grinned and looked to his loved grandmother blue eyes. "No. This time you failed on your appreciations, but it is near the same. I know she loves me, but she reject me at the same time. Am I too young? I am almost fourteen." The old lady looked puzzled. Mark continued explaining to the old lady the last events since they kissed in his room. "She insists not to speak about it, arguing we can't go ahead." "Did you realise she might be right? It seems to me she is not a common girl. What she said about being too young is just an excuse; that's not the true reason." "How can you say that? You started loving granddad at the same age." "Yes, even further than that; but circumstances are absolutely different now." The old lady knew right from the beginning what the problem was, but she thought her grandchild should discover it by himself; he ought to work out and solve his problems, she thought. "You children are nowadays clever and more responsible than we used to be, though love has always been the same thru the ages." "I don't know what you mean, Granny; I only know that I love her and I would like to be with her all the time." She looked into those deep black clean eyes. "Apparently, she is the kind of girl that I would like you to marry sometime in the future..." "She is not the kind, she is the one! I'm sure about it, Granny." "Mark, you have always been an excellent analyst; taking into consideration that she loves you, you should try to analyse why she behave like this; she must have her own reasons to reject you. You ought to find out and fight back convincing her that she is wrong about you." "I don't know; I'm getting mad thinking about it and I can't get an answer." "Sure there must be one." "I'll think all about." He remained some more time with her until suppertime arrived; his little sister came and jumped on his lap; she started kissing her favourite brother. "Mark, I have decided to marry you when I grow. You are so handsome..." The boy grinned pleased, kissed her on her little nose and took her to the dinning room. After dinner and brushing his teeth he went to bed. It was Saturday and their parents would be out until Sunday afternoon. Soon Patrick would join him in the bed, but he wanted to be alone during some time to think about his Granny's words. He entered in his room and spite of his thoughts he watched he was hard; he did not have any sexual contact with his brother during the week, since he had to be careful with his pain. Instinctively he started slowly stroking his dick as he was thinking about his girl. Patrick entered, closed the door and giggled. "It seems you are returning to common habits." Mark looked at his dear brother, extending out his arms to him. Patrick knew the meaning of that; he approached his brother and kissed him tenderly on the lips. Their tongues mixed and what had started as simple caresses turned into a passionate kiss. Patrick stood and started getting naked; he locked the door and lay near his brother. They resumed their kissing, and after some time Patrick took in his left hand Mark's dick and squished it, abundant precum appeared on its head that he spread over it. Mark moaned in delight and smiled. Patrick straddled his brother on his crotch; carefully he bent over and their lips joined in a continuous and passionate kiss, taking special care on not touching his chest; he felt his brother cock rubbing his ass crack; he moaned and taking it he guided the marvellous sausage to his anus. He pushed down a couple of times and soon the sharp cock was buried to the hilt in his guts; he felt the nice sensation as that meat rubbed his prostrate. Without a single word, he started pulling his body up and down; their breaths increasing as precum also appeared on his own cock that was being stroked by Mark. Some minutes elapsed, soon their young bodies tensed and Mark arched his hips to impale his brother as much as possible in a final thrust as he spurted his semen into his brother. A few seconds later Patrick reached the point of not return as his orgasm hit his young body shooting his small clear milk load over his brother's belly. Breathing heavily he lay near his brother still with Mark's dick into him. After a while they recovered, Mark caressed his brother's beautiful face and Patrick returned it. "I love you, my little Patrick." "I love you, too, big bro." They grinned. "How is your problem with Julia getting on? Mark sighed, then looking into his brother bright blue eyes he told Patrick the situation and what Granny had said. "She is right, Mark. I wonder how you can't see why she is adopting such behaviour." "Please Patrick, help me! Probably I am blind and need someone's help." Patrick knew the problem, most likely because he did not love Julia as his brother did. But he thought he should discover it and find out the remedy. He should not interfere in this business. "Mark, I can't help you. Do whatever Granny has said. You are intelligent, brother; why you cannot see it?" Patrick kissed his brother's cock; now flaccid, cleaned his abdomen by lapping his own semen from his brother's belly, and left Mark with his thoughts, while him went to the bathroom. Mark was now laying naked on the bed thinking on his girl with his sight on the ceiling, but seeing nothing. Suddenly he jumped out the bed, went to his school backpack and extracted a notebook and a pencil; he divided a page into three columns as he usually did when he was in charge of evaluating a future school student. On the first column: he wrote down the items to be analyzed; the second column headed by his own name; and the third Julia's. He started splitting questions and giving punctuation from zero to ten in both columns. After the first block related to intelligence and performance, she over passed him. In the second block referred to sport and general conduct, he was slightly over her; in the third block related to society, which included relationship, integration, wealth, etc. he found the key. Patrick had returned from the bathroom, he saw his brother so engulfed in his task that he had kissed him and now was hard asleep, so he could not hear his brother squeal. "No! No! No! It can't be!" Then in his mind he watched the clean but poor house, the lack of what any boy and girl could have at home; compact player, TV, etc. She had nothing. Even he realised how poor her dresses were compared with the others. He understood now why she rejected him, not because she did not love him, but because she was poor and never would be admitted into his society; and besides she was so proud... "My society!" He near yelled. He thought about her again and his eyes blurred. "Oh my god; I love her, I will give her my money, my life, everything I have. Why are you so injustice?" Then he thought about what she had suffered and was bearing in the school, being humiliated and bulled by those stupid girls and boys. "She, that was the greatest and the most beautiful and intelligent girl in the school!!!" Abundant tears came to his eyes and he started to cry silently, strangely he felt his dick hard between his legs. He hated that moment; some minutes later he was asleep. The following day was Saturday and Mark was determined to convince Julia about her errors. He knew this was a difficult task, but as a good analyst, he tried to be in her place; he understood now why she hated the rest of the students, while she spoke so good about his previous school; where she still had many friends and never hated anyone. He understood why the majority of teachers treated her with respect and admiration, even with love and envy. He had found out that his Julia, as he mentally always called her, was exceptionally brilliant, a whiz girl; so she had planned to go to the University, probably to the state's and with a scholarship, rather than if she had a high rank family would have planned to Harvard or Yale. He truly knew he would have a difficult task, yet he knew she loved him and that gave him an extra strength, but at the end, he was sure Julia would be his wife and they would have clever and beautiful children. He smiled at the perspective. With those thoughts he got up and felt much better. The pain had healed and he was happy for the first time after so many days. He kissed Patrick on the forehead; the blond boy opened her blue eyes and rubbed them, still not fully awoken; he grinned to his elder brother. "Where are you going, so early?" "Nowhere until 10:00, but I don't need to sleep anymore, I have a lot of things to think about." "I suppose you have discovered the key..." "Yes, I did. I have been so stupid... She is a great girl Patrick and I can't afford losing her." Patrick looked at his brother tenderly. "Mark, please sit down near me. I want to tell you something." Mark looked into those beautiful eyes he loved so much trying to find out the meaning of his brother look. He set down near Patrick, and introducing his hand under the covers, he squished his dick; amazingly he found it flaccid. Patrick continued speaking. "It is not that Mark. As you well know we have been doing sex things for a long time and hope we will continued; however I don't feel the need to do it with someone else, except with you or a girl, and probably with a younger boy, if he asks me. Many nights I have thought about Julia..." Mark opened his eyes and went to argue, but Patrick motioned him no to interrupt him. "Yes and even I was thinking about her when you sucked me..." "Patrick! You know I love her!" "I know Mark, because of that I'm telling you this. If you ever wanted not to go ahead with her, I would like to try it myself. I have not a crush on her as you have, but these days, since you started speaking about her, my mind has started thinking and my dick growing when I am near her." Mark looked at his brother and kissed him on the lips; not a passionate kiss, but a kiss of tender love. "Patrick, I am sure she deserves to be loved by us; but what you feel now is not love, it is something that happened to me last year when I was approaching puberty. You might think the same about other girl who is near you. Love, at least as I see it, is different. It is something like going on a cloud; watching ugly things and found them perfect. The light of the day a gift from Mother Nature made only for you..." Patrick smiled. He suddenly dragged his brother to the bed and both started wrestling and making ticklish laughing as mad. After sometime, they were breathing with their hair scrambled; Mark slowly rubbed his brother's lovely smooth face. "I am very proud having a brother like you, Patrick." The blond boy pulled his brother again to him and kissed him on the lips as a passionate kiss, but it was not; his kiss thanked Mother Nature for having such family, he looked into his elder brother's eyes. "I love you big bro, and I will love you forever." Mark smiled gave him a quick peck and ruffled his silky hair. "Thanks my baby. Now I must go and try to convince Julia. I know it is a difficult task, but she is very intelligent and I'm sure she will understand if I know how to express it." Saying this he went downstairs to the kitchen to get some breakfast, he felt euphoric. Julia was in bed; in those moments when you cannot distinguish whether you are asleep or awoken, in a lovely slumber. She was thinking on Mark as she had had during the past weeks since the incident. Since that moment everything seemed to have changed in the school. Many girls that were far away from her, now had approached trying to be her friends. She was pleased and never rejected anyone, however, she did not consider any of them as a close friend, just pals; that kind of friend to whom you can tell your little secrets or comments about the beauty of a particular boy. However there was a fragile little blonde named Margaret, six moths younger than she was, that had just started puberty, but was too shy to speak to other girls that had bigger breasts. Julia knew her problem and sweetly advised and talked to her. She lived with her father who tried by all means to protect her since her mother divorced him. She was the heir of a large fortune from his Granny, who was in charge or her; nevertheless, all of them were taking good care of the money, but not about the little girl's feelings. She had not any cousin or close friend to whom she might talk, mostly due to her shyness. She always wanted Julia as a friend, but she did not dare to speak to her until after the incident. As other girls and boys went to offer Julia their friendship she did the same, just to not be different, nevertheless, she was sincere and Julia noticed how she blushed when she spoke to her. Since that day they met in music classes where the little blonde played the violin and chatted, becoming close friends. Julia did not invite her to a sleepover because she thought her father would reject it, and she did not like to go to that large house, because she felt she would not fit into it. Both of them were wrong, because Margaret's dad was a good man, an excellent father and a good businessman, but with little spare time for his daughter; besides, he loved her daughter bringing friends at home. On the other hand, the little girl was enchanted when she mentioned Julia that she loved a little house he saw everyday when coming to school. When Julia told her that was his home she opened her lovely bright blue eyes in surprise; however she did not ask Julia to invite her to sleepover. Julia deeply regretted not being able to ask her, but she knew how tight their economy was; she could not add extra expenses, nevertheless, Julia invited to visit her house; she thanked her and promised she would do sometime. Her mind flew to Mark and she smiled in her lumber; "he is so handsome! How I would like to rub his chest and back, to kiss him deeply for a long time, to remain snuggled in his arms in this bed while he kisses me..." She felt a stirring deep in her crotch as she grinned with her eyes closed. Suddenly a demon entered into his mind alerting her about the big difference existing between them; the large gap between their way of life and position. Her eyes wetted with tears thinking about her impossible desires. The tender voice from her mom, calling her, abruptly cut off her reflections. "Come on little lazy, time to get up; it is Saturday and we have a lot of chores to do. I'm going to the mall while you clean the living room and the garden. If it is alright I'll be here before noon," Julia jumped from the bed, cleaned herself and made pee, and after having breakfast she started her job, as every Saturday. However, every step she gave she could not take out of her mind the sweet image of her Mark; she repeated for herself like a murmur: "my Mark, my Mark. Oh god, it sounds so beautiful!" She sighed. She ended the cleaning and looked around feeling satisfied. The old piano beamed as new; yet, she could not play it because it needed to be tuned and that cost a lot of money. She took some tools and went to the little garden to cut old roses and clean it of bad weeds. She was so engulfed that she did not notice the presence of Mark who was watching carefully her in silence behind the wired fence. "I would like to be one of those old roses..." The girl jumped at that familiar voice: She looked at him and sent him her most beautiful smile she could produce. "That would mean I had to cut your head and I am not ready to kill such..." She was to say beautiful boy, but she added: "a boy. By the way, what are you doing there?" "Just watching you, contemplating the most beautiful rose I ever met. I have come every Saturday and Sunday, but I never caught you here... alone." "You are not a crook or a criminal, please come around thru the main gate. My mom is not here, though I don't have anything to hide and I don't mind gossips, if any." Mark felt surprised; he went around and met the girl. "May I help you?" "If you like, but mind the roses' thorns, you have not gloves and I don't have any spare ones." "I don't mind, it would be for a good cause." She grinned as Mark started helping her to clean the garden while they chatted. He wanted to take the chance to talk to her, but he felt that was not the place. He took all the rubbish and transported in his hands to the trash bins just round the corner of the house. It was warm and Mark was sweating. "I would like a glass of water, please. They entered in the house, leaving the door ajar; she motioned him to sit down while she went to the kitchen. He drank the water and thanked her. He looked at Julia; she had her head bent probably waiting Mark's immediate question. "Julia, why do you hate me?" Mark regretted the question; she had never expressed hate to him. She almost jumped in surprise with his question. "Hate you! Are you mad? I would never hate you, even if you spanked and hated me!" She said the last word near in a murmur blushing. "I said we couldn't go ahead..." "Why Julia?" She sighed. "I have carefully analysed our situation, and I can't find a real reason." She kept silence as he continued. "I made the analysis as I do for the school, and as an average you are well over me; except in one block, nevertheless, I will do all my best to be at your level." They kept an embarrassing silence, she then said: "What block is it?" "The fourth, Society. In all items you are more or less as I am, except wealth." But before Julia could argue, he continued: "But Julia, money is not important; it can go and come again. The important thing is your heart, your honesty, your intelligence, your..." She interrupted him. "Mark, unfortunately, money is very important; if not, look around in this place. I know that most of the boys and girls are lower than we are in intelligence and fairness; nevertheless, without money, they would reject us, as they had done to me; and I don't want you to be ever rejected because of me. I wouldn't bear it." Mark raised Julia's head so he could see her lovely eyes, but he saw tears dribbling down her red cheeks; his heart bled in that moment and his eyes blurred. He tenderly dragged her to his chest, caressed her hair and kissed it. "Julia, all of them are not worth one of your tears." He separated a little her head and raising her chin, he kissed her on her trembling lips. It was a long kiss and Mark noticed how his dick started to get hard. He felt ashamed but he could do nothing to prevent it. They broke the kiss and the boy looked into her beautiful eyes, he kissed them. "Julia, it is not my fault that my family has money and is considered as part of the so called high society. If you think this would be a handicap, I can renounce to any money, except education; the problem is that I must wait until I am 18 y/o. What shall we do in the meantime?" Julia knew she had not strong arguments against it, besides she loved that boy. It has not been the first poor girl that had married a rich boy or a man. But she was proud or herself and did not want to renounce of her pride. "I'll do whatever you like, my little Julia, except renounce of you. I'll wait, I'll do whatever you impose me, but please, please, Julia, say that you love me..." For an answer she reached Mark's head and dragged to her, kissing him. "I love you with all my heart my little man; I can't fight against that since the first moment I saw you. You are in my dreams, in my mind and I see you everywhere." Mark placed her palms round that lovely and wet face and kissed her again, but this time his tongue tried to enter into her love's mouth; the inexperienced girl resisted a little but soon she gave up and opened it as their tongues swirled inside enjoying their mutual love. Julia had watched many times that beautiful torso during the soccer matches and she dreamed touching it. She slipped her arm under her boy's shirt and started rubbing his back. Mark trembled in delight; his left hand was o her back and his right crawled until he found her lovely bosom. He massaged the little breasts lightly over her blouse and Julia moaned. She had noticed the tent formed on Mark track pants and placed her hand on top of the hard cock. Their young bodies could not resist any longer the excitement produced by their mutual touching; soon Mark noticed how Julia's body tensed and stick to his body as she was hit by that lovely orgasm; the first with a boy. Mark lust reached the point of no return and his boy tool started ejaculating in his underwear. They broke their kiss and hugged very tight breathing heavily. After a few minutes they recovered, Julia separated from him; they looked into each other eyes and grinned. "It has been beautiful, Mark." He dragged her to his chest and started kissing her hair, her eyes, her neck, and her ears. "I love you Julia; I never thought I could love someone as I love you." Again they started their lovemaking, they were too young to notice a previous orgasm, but with the previous experience Julia slipped his arm under his boyfriend's chest and started rubbing it along his nipples and tummy as Mark did the same. He found the little bra and pulled it up, cupping one of her breast and kneading it carefully. Julia felt the strong warmth that had started from her loins; they both were with their mouth stick and their tongues mixed inside. This time Julia wanted to touch directly that boy tool she loved; she put her hand under the loose clothes and soon she found that hard meat. She squished it and found it strangely wet as she did not know about precum. She instinctively rubbed it up and down and Mark moaned in pleasure. A few minutes elapsed and that strong orgasm arrived near at the same time on both lovers. She groaned in delight as she noted a warm and wet cream on her fingers. Mark moaned as he spurted his little amount of semen. Their breath recovered and Mark wrapped his arms round Julia, continuously kissing her hair. Julia's head was on Mark left shoulder being her right hand under Mark's shirt slowly caressing his back; her left hand was still wrapped round the boy's semi erected penis. She noted the warmth of the boy's body, and felt safe and protected in his arms. She had never felt so good and safe since her father's death. She moved a little from him and kissed his lips with a quick peck. "I would like to be like this for ages. Mark, please don't leave me; I would die." Mark moved a little, raised her chin and after some seconds he kissed her. His dick again started to swell up and Julia grinned. "We will never separate, my love." She then retrieved her hands and found her left one impregnated with a layer of semen and precum. As she looked at him questioning with her black eyes, he said: "It is semen and precum. Still a little clear watery since I had started my puberty only a year ago, but with time it will be different; whiter and much more. She grinned and smelled it. "It smells to clean." She took a finger to her tongue and tasted it. "It has a rare flavour and a little salty." Mark grinned wickedly. "I must clean my hands; my mom would be here in a few minutes." "Lovely, I want to talk to her." Julia looked at her boy amazed. "Are you mad? What are you going to say?" He naturally said: "I want to ask her permission to see you everyday. I cannot waist a minute without you." Saying this, he kissed the girl on the forehead. "I suppose you are joking." "No, I am not. Why? My parents started loving each other at our age and I have not seen any couple happier than my father and mother. Granny did the same." Julia was terribly surprised; she could not believe what she was hearing. "Almost certainly you are right; however, now we have not time to discuss it, but my mom does not think like that. You promised me to do what I wanted..." "That is absolutely true and I maintain my word." She smiled sweetly. "In that case, get ready and leave before she arrives, or I may have problems explaining." Mark made a grimace. "But I want to see you, my love. What can we do? She kept silence during a few seconds organizing her thoughts. "If we start now dating, and as a consequence our qualifications in the school drop, with reasons all will blame our love for that and I don't want this, therefore you must promise me right now that you will study harder than ever and improve your qualification to the highest you can. In three months Christmas will be here; then it will be the time to explain it to them." Mark looked into those beautiful eyes he loved so deeply. "Before that time I'll be fourteen. And meantime what shall we do? I must kiss you daily, I have lost too much time without you and..." She interrupted him. "Mark I need your kisses as much as you need mine." She then kissed him hard and quick on the lips as she continued. "But we must do some sacrifices. I'll see how we can manage to meet without anyone noticing. For instance, three times a week I prepare my home works in the library..." He smiled. "Alright, I'll see to that." He stood; they entered in the little bathroom, washed and kissed, a long kiss; he noticed his dick again hard but she smiling pushed him away. He left running down street. Two hundred metres further he turned his head and could watch how an old ford car entered in the little garage. He sighed. A few seconds after Mark had left, Julia's mother arrived. Chapter 5 ------------- "Julia, I see you have already finished. Who helped you, an angel? Come on and help me with the groceries." She grinned at her mother suggestion; however, she kept silence and started unloading the old car. Her mom went to the mailbox and extracted its content. Most of it was propaganda and a couple letters from her bank with receipts; she noticed a cream envelope from the school's director. She mechanically opened it and started reading, her face started to change: "Oh! God! It is not possible!" Julia heard her mother and thought something bad had happened; her mom was of all colours. "What's up, mom?" For an answer she hugged her daughter as tears came down her cheeks. Julia was scared as her mom gave the letter to her. It read: ""Dear Mrs. Martin, We have the pleasure to advise you that in today's meeting, the General Board of Directors of this School has agreed to grant a full scholarship to your daughter Miss Julia Martin; this, as you might know, covers all expenses for books, fares, dresses, travel expenses, etc. during the current year. For this object, find attached a credit card for your use. The instructions are written in the separated sheet. Hope you will share our content since your daughter is considered one of our best students we ever had; we are proud of having her in our school. Should you require further explanations, please contact Mrs. Lock, my secretary, or myself by phone or personally. Yours...etc."" She hugged very tight her daughter and kissed her with tears. "Julia, can you realise what this means? We will be able to buy you what you have already lacked, and all, thanks to your hard work. Dad must be interceding for us." Julia was confused; that type of scholarship was rarely granted to a student and only to person considered very intelligent and classify as whiz student; she did not consider herself as such and to deserve that prize. Of course she would not reject it or argue; they badly needed that money. That was a special day since she saw her beautiful Angel called Mark on the fence. Something told her he was announcing something good, as some birds announce the spring. She did not want to disclose what had happened only a few minutes before. She kissed and hugged her mother tightly. "I don't know, mom; but I had the feeling this morning that something good was going to happen to us today." The young mother kept silence for a few moments, then, looking at her daughter, she said: "Julia, I must say you something." And before her daughter could answer, she continued: "Two months ago, during the summer convention, I met a man, he is a neurologist and mostly works in Germany; his parents are from that country but he was born here. At his request, we have met a few times and I am sure he's going to ask me to marry him. He is very polite and educated, as normally all Europeans of his class are." Julia was not surprised, her mom was young, intelligent and pretty, however, it hurt a little when she thought about her father, nevertheless, she was not selfish and thought her mother had the right to start a new life. "Mom, do you love him?" "I like him a lot, but I don't think I love him yet. With all our tightness, I had thought that marrying him we would end all. This type of doctors earns all money they want and he looks as that. I know it is selfish but..." The girl knew what that meant and the sacrifices they had since his dad had passed away. Tears came to her eyes and she hugged her mom. "I will always be thankful to you, mom, for your efforts and sacrifices; nevertheless, now this letter has solved most of our problems, so from now on, you can divert some money for your own, so you don't need to think on selfishness. If you like him to marry, I only must say that I hope he is as good as you think he is. Of course, I would not be able to call him dad; I am too old for that, and besides I loved too much my father to replace him." She thought se had hurt her mom and immediately she continued. "I know you loved him and it will be difficult for you to admit someone else in his place, but mom, be sure that if he can see us, he is fully approving it, so you don't need to feel guilty. You will have all my support, mom." She hugged her mother in a long and tight embrace. "Julia, you know I am very proud of you and I am not sure whether I will marry him or not, but I wish you with all my heart, if you ever marry and have a daughter, she be as you are. They hugged again. Mark ran happily to his home, he entered in the house looking for his Granny; she was sat in the living-room reading. When she heard the hard steps raised her head and saw her happy grandchild. She sighed. How she loved him! Apparently, he had nothing to do with his German origin, he appeared as pure Latin, alike his dad; however, that was only a fiction. Mark was a clone of his granddad; the same walk, the same honesty, the same reactions, the same smile, the same body built... The boy immediately spotted the old woman, jumped on her lap straddling her, so his weight were not supported by the lady's legs, but his calves. Without a word he kissed tenderly the woman and hugged her very tight. "She loves me, Granny! She loves me! The old lady hugged and kissed back her adored grandchild. In that moment Patrick entered. "Is there anything left for me? Mark jumped back, stared at his brother and grabbed his hand tightly to the stairs and to their room. "Come on, little bro! They entered and Mark slammed the door closing it. He pulled down his brother on the bed and started kissing him on the lips passionately. Patrick was taken aback, but he loved his brother's kisses and ministrations. His body reacted, and in one minute his dick was as a rock. Mark noticed the hardness on his belly; he broke the kiss and dragged his brother shirt up helping him to take it off. He resumed his kissing, then sucked his nipples, his bellybutton, and then dragged his track pant and underwear to his ankles. Patrick with his bare feet took the garments off. He was breathing heavily as his brother licked under his ball sack; sucked each one and them his hard cock entered in his mouth. Patrick had not masturbated that morning, so, after a few minutes he felt that beautiful feeling starting in his groins and up to his cock. It was stronger than anytime before; only his brother knew how to make him to orgasm so strong. He placed his hands on top of his brother head as he arched his hip up. His body tensed, stopped breathing and a loud groan came out from his throat. It had been only a few seconds of the most beautiful ecstasies he had ever enjoyed. Mark continued sucking him for another minute; he felt his younger brother was looking at him, now his breath recovered. He left his dick, and moved over him. "I love you Patrick." And before Patrick could react he placed his lips on Patrick's and their tongues started a new dance; however Patrick was an experience boy on tastes and immediately he noticed the flavour of his own semen. He opened his eyes and separated his brother from him. "Mark, is this my semen?" "Yes, my little man, it is. I did not want to swallow it before you tasted it! Patrick grinned and dragged his brother to him and kissed him all over his face. "Oh Mark, Mark! I am the happiest boy of the world and I want to make you happy right now." "We will have time tonight, now I want to tell you..." And he explained in detail what had happened in Julia's house. "I know you have eagerly wanted to fuck my bum, only for once; tonight I'll grant that to you." Patrick hugged his brother again and for a long time. "You don't need to do that Mark. I know you don't like it." "Don't worry, you are my brother and I want that experience, though only once." Patrick placed his right hand on his dick and started masturbating himself. "I'll do it for you, brother." And Mark continued until his brother legs tensed again and his toes curved as he started to squirt a few drops of that whitish and clear sperm. Carefully he took with his finger that cream into his mouth. He grinned satisfied to his brother: "It tastes lovely, Mark." "Sure it does." Then Patrick added: "Let's go to the bathroom. I want to do something." Mark thought about his younger brother, perhaps he wanted to continue their sex in there. His dick was almost erect; however, he wanted that for the night. Patrick went to a sideboard and extracted a scissors and handed them to his brother. "Now cut my hair and leave it as a mushroom, as it is common with the rest of the elder boys. You are good at it." "Patrick, are you sure? You have so a beautiful and silky hair to your shoulders...! Mom will disapprove it." "It is my hair, not hers; besides I am not a child anymore, so go ahead." Mark murmured something but he started doing it. He was good at it, his dad had taught him how to do it and Patrick rarely went to a barber; even his father had requested his services. When he finished he handed a mirror to Patrick. "Now, please, call Granny. I want her to give a final touch." Mark called her and in a minute he entered in the bathroom where the two naked boys were standing. She saw the hair on the floor. Patrick looked into her Granny blue eyes and then hugged her, filling her with his hair. They explained what had happened, not in detail, but the results. "I agree with you Patrick. You look much better now. You have put part of your hair on me, so I must change my dress..." "Sorry Granny" the boy said. "It is nothing to sorry about, all on contrary. This is a special event, or better events and I think we must celebrate them." They looked each other as she continued: "Don't commit you for anything tonight. I'll tell Mrs. Gram to look after your little sister; we will have dinner outside. I must go and prepare things; meanwhile you do your home works. I'll see you later." With that the lady went downstairs, extracted her cell phone and made a few calls. She took the taxicab that were waiting for her and left. With some surprise, Julia watched a taxi stops in front of his house; they were not waiting for anyone, but when she saw the old lady descending from it, her beautiful face illuminated and she ran to meet the person to whom she considered she loved more, after her mother, even she had confided some of her intimate secrets that she had not done to his mother. She happily met the old woman and hanging from her neck she kissed her; with a low voice she murmured: "I have good news to tell you." The old woman grinned. "Is your mom at home? She did not need to answer because the young woman came out to meet her; they kissed on the cheeks. "I just have come to ask you something." "Please Granny; sit down while I prepare a cup of coffee." Julia said. "No my child, I am hurry." Julia looked disappointed because that meant she would not have time to talk to her about her little secret. "My younger grandchild has something special to celebrate and I have just come to invite both of you to the concert in the great capital Auditorium; later we might have dinner somewhere. It is New York's Philharmonic Orchestra with a program aimed for the youth" The young woman did not know what to say; to attend to such an event, mostly reserved to high class people, they needed proper dresses; she had an old one, but not Julia that had never had the opportunity, so she had not any. She sadly said: "Thank you very much indeed, Mrs. Wilhelm, but I have an appointment tonight and..." The old woman understood the excuses but she was determined, at least, to take the young girl with her; she was sure that event was new for her and she would enjoy it, so before her mother continued, she said: "Mrs. Martin, I understand about you, but Julia had not had the opportunity to assist to an event like this with friends, and I would like her to accompany us. Please, let her coming." Julia said nothing, she eagerly wanted to accompany the woman and she pleaded to her mom with her eyes. "Well, I would not have any objection if she likes it, but she has grown so much lately that all her dresses can't fit on his figure..." The lady interrupted her. "Oh, don't worry. Please let me solve that problem; she deserves a little amusement and we can provide it." Julia looked at his mother without saying a single word; however she knew her mom had lied because she had not any dress, she blushed when her mother asked: "Julia, would you like..." She doubted for a moment. "If you don't mind, mom." "Of course not, Mrs. von Wilhelm is our best friend and..." The girl hugged his mom as the old lady added: "In that case, Julia, please get ready, we have no time to lose; I want you to accompany me to the town." The girl looked at her mom. "Come on, Julia; Mrs. Wilhelm is waiting for you!" She happily ran upstairs and in a couple of minutes she changed into a dress and sneakers; she had left her shorts that she wore before. They boarded the taxi and Julia cuddled under the lady left arm. "I must say you something, Granny." "You don't need to thank anything, if those are your intentions." "Well, that was part of it, but I have something more important. I, I, have a boyfriend and he is the most handsome person in the world. We love each other...Please don't say to anyone because we want to keep it secret for some time. But I am so happy that I can't hide it to you." She told her everything about Mark's visit that morning. "And now you have come to complete the day." "I am glad you are happy, my sweet little girl. I am a little bit disappointed because I guarded you for my grandchild." She said that as a little joke. "I suppose he must find someone else." The girl kissed the old lady's cheek. "I'm sorry, but my heart is already engaged. Nothing would have pleased me more than sometime being your grandchild. I'll tell him to meet you, I'm sure you will like him. He is so good, so honest, so, so handsome..." She said the last words in a murmur for herself; however, the old lady smiled, pressed the girl's hand and said: "I am sure he is a great and lucky boy as you are the greatest girl..." Julia could observe how they passed near the Malls and the taxi did not stop, on contrary it continued to the centre of the town, in the City. After fifteen minutes drive, the car stopped in front of a luxury shop; se had seen it before with her mother, but never entered; she knew that type of shops was reserved for loaded people. She couldn't believe what she was watching; they entered and immediately a middle aged woman came to greet the old lady, then she said: "Clemency, let me introduce my, let's say adopted grandchild, Julia Martin. We need something for her for tonight event. The lady smiled: "Please, sit down and I order some tea while we show you what I have just unpacked." A young woman brought a few boxes and started extracting the most beautiful dresses Julia had ever seen. Some made from fine velvety. Julia looked at them with ecstasy, specially one light green with a pink ribbon round the waist; however, she thought the weather still was too warm to wear it. There was another one, appropriate for the time, made from a silky fabric that she could not identify, light cream colour with yellow stripes from the shoulders to the bottom. She was in the heaven looking to those lovely garments when she heard the lady asking her: "Well, Miss Martin, do you like them?" She stammered and blushed: "They are so beautiful... any of them. I don't know how a person can design so beautiful objects." The lady smiled satisfied with the girl's comment. "But you have to choose." "If the weather were a little bit colder, definitely, I would choose the light green, but I think the cream one will be more suitable for the present time. The ladies looked at each other confirming the girl's excellent judgment. "You have a good idea of what you want. Please come with me." She went with the lady and they took measures to adjust the dress. The ladies commented about the rest of garments that the girl would need. Once they finished left the shop to take a snack. Just when they were entering in the restaurant, a blond girl came up to them shouting: "Julia! Julia!" An old lady approached and the two groups exchanged greetings, especially the two girls; the blonde took Julia's hand happily, entered in the restaurant and sat together, explaining their plans for the evening; the youngsters were very happy because they agreed to meet at the theatre. While the ladies talked the two girls, hand in hand went to the toilet, just an excuse to talk alone. "Julia, I am so happy to meet you..." I must say you something and I would like your help." Julia was going to ask, but her friend interrupted her: "I am so stupid shy, but I can't avoid it, only with you I feel free to speak." She bent her lovely head. "Julia, I am in love, I can't take him from my mind; he is so beautiful..." Julia looked at her friend. "Do I know him?" "Of course you do, he sit near you every day. You are very lucky..." "Patrick? "Yes, Patrick. If I were not so shy I would have said him something, but I can't..." "Well, you are a pretty girl Helen, I'm sure you like him, but, of course I can't assure you; as you already know my preferences are for Mark, never for Patrick, though I have to recognize he is a tall and handsome boy." The blond girl pressed Julia's hand to reassure herself; red as beetroot, she asked her friend. "Julia have you ever seen a boy...thing, you know." "Helen! You are being very naughty." Julia pressed her friend's hand and smiled slyly. "Well...no." She lied. "I have seen little boys when they are peeing, but never a boy like Patrick." "I saw my dad's when he came from the bath, but it was flaccid but huge; "Do you think our boys will have the same size?" Julia grinned again. "I suppose they have not one so big, since they are not full adults, but more or less..." Helen's granny calling them interrupted their conversation. They happily ran to where they were and a few minutes later they were saying goodbye. Julia and Mrs. Wilhelm boarded the taxi that was waiting for them. Julia kissed again the old lady and cuddled near her; no word was spoken. When they were approaching Julia's house, the old lady said: "Julia, the concert is at 7:00, so at 6:30 we will pick you up. Within an hour you will receive your dress, I hope your mom likes it." The girl kissed again the old lady's cheek. "I am sure she will." Then looking into the woman eyes, she added: "This is a dream and I would like never awake up from it." The lady smiled, kissed back the girl, and the taxi resumed its trip. Julia's mom came and mother and daughter hands entwined entered in the house; she explained all about and she could not believe it. Her mom hugged her. "Julia, it seems that this boy, Mark, is an angel; since the moment he helped you with the garden, our lives are being changed abruptly. End or part 1