Date: Thu, 4 Dec 2008 18:57:46 +0100
From: Al Peres <al.peres@hotmail.com>
Subject: Jim and Francis - Part 5

NOTE FROM THE AUTHOR. This is a sweet story of love, product of my
imagination where egoisms and selfishness are banned. It depicts sex
contacts between minors and no adult is involved; therefore all warnings
apply.  English is not my mother language, so, please, be acquiescent with
the syntax. Comments will be welcomed to: "al.peres@hotmail.com"

			 JIM AND FRANCIS - Part 5
			 ========================

Chapter 25 - Summer time.
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When they arrived to the school, Jim found a letter from his parents on his
nightstand; they explained all about the money and what it had meant for
many people in need; especially after the terrible flu epidemic. John and
Frankie included a very long letter explaining him all about the clothes
and how beautiful all boys were, the girls envied them, except Nuria that
tore the page with Françoise picture; (as shown under chapter 17).

However sad weeks came in the school, especially for Jim who missed his
adorable little wife and the nights they spent together, making plans for
their future. Nevertheless, he was a disciplined person and knew he had to
respond to the confidence entrusted on him by Charles and Mr. Herman. Every
Sunday night, while Francis received a call from his dad, he also received
one from Margarita. She was a brave girl and encouraged him to face
reality. They could have some short holidays or weekend in Paris, but they
agreed it might have a boomerang effect; so discarded the idea and
concentrated on the works. Jim's qualifications even increased; he spent
many free hours in the School kitchen, helping and learning. When he was
there, between foods and saucepans all his sadness disappeared. They could
not but appreciated the boy's strength and dedication; the Chef ended
loving Jim as the son he never had. Jim responded in the same way and came
very close to his boss.

However, Saturday afternoons were dedicated to enjoyment with the rascals
Christian and Noah, as well as his old friends Patrick and Paul and their
pranks. Some times Raphael and Noel joined; so they had formed a gang. Noah
made them to laugh with his imitations and mockeries about everybody,
especially public persons.

The presidential elections took place just a week before Easter and the
current President was re-elected for another seven years, however with not
a very large margin. Easter came and everybody left the school for a
week. They went to Normandy and Jim and Margarita met. After greeting and
hugging everybody, she took his hand and dragged him to his room. When they
entered, for a few seconds looked into her boy's eyes and without any word
they kissed passionately. She dragged her young husband to the bed and in
seconds they were naked started making passionate love with tears of joy.

	"I love you, my husband. I have missed you so, so much.! Jim could
not say anything he was kissing every part of his young wife. She guided
his hard cock into her and made passionate love; their orgasm arrived in a
minute; so they continued until a new climax hit their young bodies. Now a
little bit more relaxed started petting and pecking tenderly. Those moments
were their favourite.

	"I love you, my little wife. You will never know how much I have
missed you.

	"I know because I missed you, too." She gave a peck to Jim and
looking to his erected cock, she added: "We have something to do, and we
cannot forget my brother. Have a shower while I make a phone call." Jim was
to ask his girl, but he did not mind, he was only interested on her and
tonight and during the whole week would be together." Margarita had
arranged and invited the twins to spend alternatively some days with
them. So one of them arrived during the evening to console Francis. Needn't
to say he applauded his sister's arrangements. The twin apparently would
sleep in Margarita's room, but during the night Jim would get with his wife
and the twin with Francis. So that was a memorable Easter for the five of
them. Besides, took the chance to celebrate their fourteen birthday, though
with a week in advance. Jim made a special dinner and they danced with
Uncle Carl on the piano.

In the bikes they rode thru the meadows until they reached the seaside;
they sat on a hilly dune overlooking the sea; Francis joined them while the
twin went to the town to replace her sister.

	"Brother, I suppose you had a good time with the twins." Francis
smiled slyly.

	"Yes; we have spent a lovely night; they are like professionals."
Margarita blushed as she pressed Jim's hand. He smiled.

	"I miss Charlie. We are so accustomed to see him round here." Jim
said.

	"Yes, he is a wonderful boy." Suddenly Francis' expression hardened
as he recalled what the little boy had said about his stepmother. "We must
do something for Charlie, even if necessary to threaten his father."
Margarita looked sad.

	"Yes, we must talk to dad. We cannot consent on those adults
behaviour about our little brother. I'll talk to dad." Jim kissed his girl
determination, and then said:

	"Summer is round the corner; only three months, then he will be
here and all together will go to Spain. I would suggest you not to take any
action to this respect, except telling your father. He must know what is
going on with Charlie; in any case he is responsible for the boy welfare
because he is his father." Margarita looked at his brother, then to Jim
kissing him.

	"I think you are right; three months is nothing. Do you agree
Françoise?

	"Yes, I do; however, before we return to the school we'll talk to
dad.

Summer came and with it the end of the school. Firstly they returned home
and from there Francis suggested going to Spain by train. Margarita argued:

	"It is a long way and I hate trains. You and Jim can go together
with a light luggage, so you can enjoy the trip." Francis' eyes sparked.

	"Don't you mind, sister?" She looking at his boy answered:

	"To be honest I would like Jim with me; however we'll have six
weeks in the sunny Spain to enjoy." Francis kissed his sister. Separately
they shipped the heavy luggage and a couple days later boarded the train in
Cherbourg. The two young boys enjoyed the trip, Jim eagerly wanting to
arrive after nine month without seeing his family.

Jim and Françoise had announced their arrival day to the city main station;
as the train slowed into the platform they saw the six boys dressed in the
new summer clothes that had been sent in Christmas from Paris. Jim's heart
jumped into his chest as he recognized Manuel and Louis dressed the same,
as twins; little Joan, John and Frankie, his brother and finally the
beautiful Francis near his parents, Frank and Margaret. All gathered there
and as the train entered, they started waving their hands as Jim's eyes
blurred. The boys run to the wagon as they descended with a backpack on
their hands. They wouldn't have recognized each other if had seen alone in
a street. "All are so changed and grown. I suppose it happen the same to
us." Jim thought. He was much taller, a wide chest and long arms of a
teenager. His skin was very white compared with those boys; he had not real
sun in nine months. Françoise descended behind him; he was as tall as Jim
was and with the same physical features. Jim with tears hugged and kissed
his mom; meantime Frank did the same with Françoise since he was the only
one who knew him.  Then Jim hugged and kissed his dad while Margaret kissed
Françoise on the cheeks. Jim hugged his brother Frankie, John and the
beautiful Francis. Little Joan was near but a little shy because he did not
know what to do; he had not recognized his uncle; Jim looked at him in the
yes, kneeled, and opened his arms for him. Little Joan jumped into his
strong chest and Jim raised him; little Joan said:

	"I did not recognize you, you are so changed." He then kissed his
uncle on the lips saying: "I love you, Uncle Jim." Jim kissed him and
rubbed his back. Then he went to the twins that both at the same time
hugged him making a heap. Still with Joan in his arms, Jim said:

	"Francis, let me introduce you the rest of my beautiful family." He
started from Frankie, but Françoise stopped him, he looked to the other boy
near Frankie with nice tuft on his forehead:

	"You don't need it; you are John." The boy blushed being
recognized, he kissed him on the cheeks, and then, looking at the twins he
said: "Manuel and Louis, am I right." The twins grinned and kissed
him. Then he took little Joan from Frank arms and kissed the little star
that was feeling the centre of the scene. Then he looked to the young blond
with blue eyes that was near his grandpa: "You must be Francis." Little
Francis blushed as Françoise continued: "Jim is right you look much alike
of any boy in Normandy." He hugged the young boy tenderly. Jim then said:

	"My god! You boys are so changed, so tall, so beautiful." His mom
then hugged again his son.

	"Wait and see the rest in the farm, especially my sister Nuria."
Little Francis added.  Joan then said:

	"Uncle Jim, she's so beautiful that boys in the school always tell
her she is very cool, but you know, she smiles everybody and thanks. She is
cool, I can tell you." Jim hugged his father's favourite grandson.

	"I'm sure she is. She is very popular and not shy at all."

Jim put his arms round his dad and mom shoulder and started talking about
the incidents on the journey and why they did not come by air. They picked
the luggage up and boarded the train to the village in platform five. The
wagon looked as a school party with so many well-dressed boys. A boy
entered in the wagon and after a minute, he approached Jim, they looked
each other into the eyes and then hugged very tight.

	"Robert! Robert!, My friend. You are so changed."

	"The same you, I am fourteen. I can tell you wouldn't have
recognize you if I had not seen Frankie and your parents with you."

Jim then introduced Françoise to him, however as he did not speak French,
Françoise said a few words in Spanish as he did with to the rest of the
boys. Jim clarified to Françoise that, since he left for Orleans, most of
the boys and girl in the family started learning French with much or less
success; the best to speak it in the short time, was Nuria, and even better
since she tore out a page from the booklet sent within the clothes package
with Françoise picture. They stopped in the village at Jim's home; except
Jim and Françoise, all the boys took the bikes and flew to the farm. Jim
and Françoise arrived in their little car a couple of hours later, dressed
with the new clothes extracted from Jim's parcel. That was a wonderful
evening; all family round them together, however the most emotional part
was when Jim hugged his elder brother and introduced Françoise to Nuria,
his elder daughter. Françoise looked into her blue eyes, and watching her
near blond long plaits to her shoulders, he kissed her on the cheeks. They
felt an electrical shock thru their bodies and both blushed. As she told
John later, she did not expect so a handsome boy like Françoise, so tall
and so muscular. Françoise said more or less the same about to Jim. He
said: "She was very similar to an old picture of his mom when she was
thirteen and was in the orphanage. I fell in love and I knew she was the
girl of my life."

Françoise's father had bought a large villa near the seaside thru
Mr. Hermann, it was one of the best investments he ever did. The large
house was placed on top of a small sea cliff, surrounded by a pine trees
forest that reached to the sea. On the bottom, there was a small sandy
beach only accessible from the house, since there were large sharp boulders
on each side of the beach. Thousands years ago the sea had built a cave of
approximately ten metres high, twenty wide and about fifty depth. In the
old times the sea entered into the cavern, however, now only in case of
rough seas the waves entered into half of it; normally the maximum was the
entrance of the cave with high tide. The previous owner had built a long
stairs starting from a terrace in front of the house to the beach. Charles
also had bought a large portion of land to the left and right sides of the
house, duly fenced in order to keep privacy.  From the terrace in the back
of the house, you could see: to the right, the high mountains of a next
cape, and to the left, after a couple of kilometres, a large white sand
beach and the small town. Looking to the south you could only see the blue
Mediterranean Sea waters and vessels sailing on it. It was and still is a
paradise. Today there are many villas built near the house, but still this
is the only one with direct access to the beach.

A week later, after Françoise and Jim's arrival, Charles, Charlie and
Margarita arrived. Frankie, his parents, Jim and Françoise went to the
city's airport to receive them. After crossing customs and police
checkpoint and thru the glass wall, Margarita and Charlie saw the family in
the main hall. Margarita excited advised his dad:

	"Dad, we have seen Françoise and Jim outside. While you pick up the
luggage we'll meet them."

	"Alright, I'll join you as soon as I collect the suitcases." Hand
in hand, Charlie and Margarita flew to where the family was waiting for
them. They run; Margarita launched herself into her young husband arms
hugging and kissing him passionately on the lips without any inhibition, no
mattering whether their parents and public were there. Charlie jumped into
his brother arms with tears on his beautiful eyes. He kissed his little
brother and calmed him.

	"I love you big bro. I was anxious to see you again." Margarita
blushed when she saw the adults and the handsome young boy looking at
her. Without waiting her been introduced, she hugged and kissed tenderly
Margaret, Jim's mother.

	"I am very happy to know you Margaret; you are as beautiful as your
son told me." Then addressing to Frank she could see an old man but still
very handsome and strong. She hugged and kissed him on the cheeks. "Frank
you must feel very proud of having so a lovely sons."  While she was
hugging her future family Charlie separated from his brother:

	"I suppose this boy is Frankie, am I right."

	"You are right, Charlie." Frankie said, hugging and kissing the boy
on the cheeks, as it is traditional in France. Margarita touched Frankie on
the shoulder, he turned around and Margarita kissed him on the cheeks.

	"Your brother did not lie when he told me you were the handsomest
of the family."  Frankie deeply blushed. In that moment, Charles arrived
followed by a porter with the suitcases that he delivered to the
driver. After introducing each other, they went to the airport parking. As
they were walking, Margarita had his left arm round Jim's hip and was
talking to Margaret and Frank that was at her right side:

	"Tell me, Margaret: What did you do to get so beautiful sons?"
Margaret grinned proudly and said:

	"Only two things." Looking to his husband, she continued: "A
handsome husband and a lot of love. The Nature did the rest." Margarita
grinned and kissed on the cheek her future mother in law. Then Charles
said:

	"Frank, I must take your elder son with me to the villa, otherwise
my daughter will kill me, unless she goes with you."

	"I think you need to rest. I'll see you in my village this
afternoon. On the other hand, we must be prepared to share our son with
someone to whom he loves. It is Mother Nature's, Charles." Margarita then
said:

	"Dad I want to know the rest of Jim's family. You can have a rest,
but as soon as I have a shower I want to go to the village and the farm."

	"Me, too." Charlie said." Françoise ruffled his brother's curly
hair and argued:

	"What about me?

	"Alright. You can go, but I want you back before nightfall. I'll
see you tomorrow then, Frank."

Frankie and his parents went to their home and the rest to the villa. As
soon as Frankie got into his house, took his bike and flew to the farm and
he spread the news. All, girls, boys and adults were near him listening how
he described Jim's girlfriend and his little brother.

	"She is beautiful, however." He stopped for some seconds and
looking to Nuria, he continued: "Nuria is still more beautiful than
Margarita, at least for me." The young blonde blushed and proudly kissed
her younger uncle.

	"Thanks Frankie, you are very polite." When will they come?"

	"During the afternoon, I suppose; because now it is time for
lunch."

	"In that case little brother, you stay here with us." Nuria
father's said. Then John argued:

	"Rose, what about me?" Nuria's mother hugged her youngest brother
saying:

	"You are the prince of this house, little brother."

After lunch and when the sun heat was lessening a large car appeared at the
entry of the main gate and proceeded to the farmhouses. Françoise descended
followed by a lovely blond girl a little bit shorter than Jim, with
gracious freckles under her eyes. Immediately, a lovely curly blond haired
boy of about 9 y/o and Jim came out from the car. All went to greet Rose,
Jim's elder brother's wife, mom of Nuria, little Francis and Joan. Boys and
girl run out and John was the first to meet them. Margarita looked at him
and said:

	"I suppose you are John."

	"You are right. Welcome home Margarita." She kissed the boy then
hugged and kissed little Francis. Little Joan had already arrived and
looking at him she added: "You must be the most precious boy of the world:
Joan." Joan did not understand her because he could not speak French;
however he guessed what she was telling him. Margarita then said: "I am
introducing you my little brother Charlie, he is near nine." Jim translated
for her and then Joan said:

	"The same as me. Come on Charlie; I'll show you the farm." Charlie
clearly understood his new friend as a natural thing he answered in a mix
of Spanish and English:

	"Please, but first I would like to know your mom." Everybody looked
at each other astonished, then Francis said:

	"Charlie, where did you learn to speak Spanish."

	"Spanish? I don't know; I have many friends in the school from Cuba
and Puerto Rico, and we always speaks like that when we plays." And as
nothing, he took little Joan's hand and went into his house. Rose saw the
little couple coming followed by all the rest; she lowed her knees in order
to be at the boys' level; then Joan said:

	"Charlie, this is my mom. I love her a lot." The little boy looked
into the woman's eyes and politely he extended his little arm saying in his
Spanish:

	"How do you do Mrs." He did not know her surname. Nuria's mom loved
her children probably as any other mother; however, she had something that
any child immediately detected, love. None of her other sisters, even her
mother, had that quality. She, instead of taking the little boy's hand took
him in her arms and raised him, kissing his lovely cheeks and hair.

	"You, my little prince, don't need to use any polite protocol with
me. Please treat me as you would do to your mom." Charlie blue eyes blurred
and hugged Rose Mary hard and started kissing her. She took him into the
house while the rest were astonished and continued the introduction of each
other. Rose Mary took Charlie to the sofa and sat him on his lap with Joan
on his back. "Please, my little prince, don't cry, that breaks my heart."
After a couple of minutes, she tenderly separated him, dried his tears and
kissed him again. Françoise approached to Rose Mary and said:

	"Rose Mary, our mom used to call us little prince or princess, to
Margarita." The older boy and girl were with a blur on their eyes seeing
his little brother."

	"I understand." Then looking at the little boy she said: "While you
are here, I'll be very proud if you call me mom, mom Rose or whatever you
like. We all love you Charlie."

	"Do you love me? The boy said in his innocent voice.

	"Yes, I do. I love any child, but you are special, because you have
come from a far country.

	"Then, can I call you mom?" Little Joan answered for her.

"Yes, you can; and since she is our mom we are brothers. Aren't we,
Françoise."

	"Yes, you are." Charlie hugged Françoise and Joan.

	"Then brother, please show me the farm." He took little Joan's hand
and they run outside to see the farm and be introduced to the rest of the
family. He immediately connected with everybody because he could speak
their language while Françoise and Margarita needed Jim or someone as
interpreter.

The following days were happy ones. Margarita and Nuria became close
friends. She had little presents for the girls; she had brought the new
fashion bath suits called bikini. The girls received the garments
enthusiastically, however their older mothers were very reluctant to accept
it. They promised to use it just in lonely beaches or where other persons
had them; however, Rose Mary seemed not to mind at all about Nuria wearing
it.

The plans were that Margarita and Françoise would remain during six weeks,
departing about middle of August; Jim would travel two weeks later. Charlie
would only stay three weeks, then uncle Carl would come and Charles would
go back to France with Charlie that would fly to US a week later to meet
his father and grandfather. Those were the plans, but it cost a lot to
carry out with them. Nevertheless, let's continue without advancing any
event.

The seaside was about half of an hour riding the bike from the farm. The
group formed by John, Frankie, the twins and little Francis (Nuria's
brother) went near everyday to enjoy the little beach. They were near 12
y/o and responsible boys. Little Joan spent all the time in the villa while
Charlie remained there. They had become inseparable pals. The gang of boys
descended to the little beach, swam and played as pirates on the caves
completely naked, taking advantage of the privacy. It was real fun for them
in that conservative dictatorship. Most of the times, Françoise and Jim
joined the group also naked; the girls never had the bikini out. The
younger boys looked astonished at Jim and Francis large dicks, even when
they were wrinkled, and the small patch of hair on the base.

One Saturday only Frankie and John came on the bikes, always inseparable
pals; the sea seemed more a lake than a sea; it was a lovely summer
day. About mid morning Charles said he would go to pay a visit to
Mr. Herman to arrange all relating to Jim. When lunch was served, the
service people left, because Françoise told them they would arrange the
dishes. Only the old guard remained at his house at the entrance of the
villa premises, so they were alone. They had lunch, cleared the dishes and
ordered everything. Margarita then said:

	"We want to show you something, it was very important for Jim and
me; however you must promise not to tell anybody. It is not very important
for others, but it is for us. My dad knows it, so it is not a great secret
in the family. We don't want anybody to know it, except you.  Will you
promise?" the boys looked at each other, Charlie grinned and all answered
at unison:

	"Yes, we promise." Then Frankie said:

	"We are brothers and we will never tell anybody, unless you
authorise us." Jim then said:

	"Please Françoise, go ahead. We have nothing to fear. Françoise
entered in his room and came with a suitcase; he opened it and extracted a
movie sound projector that he had hired in the town. From a square box, he
got a reel full with film. When he had the equipment ready, he put on the
lights and drew down the windows blinds and shutters. The boys were excited
because they thought it might be a porno film; however the presence of Joan
and Charlie were reason enough to discard it. Charlie grinned and said
something onto Joan's ear. Françoise then said:

	"Charlie, please put off the lights." As he did, Françoise started
the machine, after a few seconds the music started like in the cinema; and
a title:

	"Martinez-Lambert's wedding. 3rd January, 1961."

They boys looked each other with their mouths agape in disbelief. Now the
music changed to the well-known "Nuptial March" from Mendelssohn. The
camera focussed to Charlie' room door.  The little boy appeared giving his
hand to his sister. He looked as a beautiful prince; he had chosen his
brother's dress used in a theatre school play. Françoise loved that dress;
it represented a St. Jacques' Middle Age Military Knight. It was white with
a large red cross on the chest, golden epaulettes on the shoulders and gold
cordons from his right shoulder to his chest.  Margarita was wearing a
beautiful dress and Jim wore an elegant smoking; he seemed a real
gentleman, come out from a movie. Margarita also was wearing a family tiara
parting her lovely yellow hair that cascaded on her shoulders; she seemed a
young fairy. On her hand, Margarita was carrying a little bunch of 5 fresh
roses, three yellow and two dark-red. Jim advanced and kissed her right
there; she looked right as a fairy that came from a tale. Francis was also
dressed in a black smoking. Charlie smiled satisfied as he entered into the
room. In the background, however, was a large painting that Charlie proudly
said was his mom, Margarita and Francis when they were little. The movie
continued and showed how Charlie placed his sister hand on Jim's that
smiled at him. Françoise disappeared from the screen a few seconds and came
again into the scene; slowing the music; he then said:

	"We are reunited." (Repeated what it shown under chapter 23)

The End appeared with some added music and an epilogue:

	"End of part one. Part two will take place within some years from
now with the official, but not real, wedding. Until them be very happy as
we are. Jim & Margarita.

Charlie put on the lights and it could be seen Frankie and John eyes wide
open. They were all astonished; well not all, all that had not participated
in the event. Jim and Margarita kissed tenderly; Jim and Françoise dicks
were tenting their shorts. Margarita now clearly addressing to Nuria said:

	"Nuria, do you want to celebrate yours." She doubted a moment,
gazed at Francis blushing as she said:

	"I feel now his wife and he is my young husband. We prefer to wait
a few years to celebrate the real and official wedding together. It won't
be too long, I promise." All laughed, and the boys kissed Margarita with
congratulations. John and Frankie dragged Joan and Charlie to the beach,
their dicks dangling near erected. Jim and Margarita excused themselves and
left to his room to repeat a passionate love as two young teenagers can
do. Françoise and Nuria were alone, and after packaging the film machine
they hugged and kissed. Françoise then said:

	"You said you feel as my wife." The young girl looked into his
boy's blue eyes.

	"Yes. I feel since I saw your picture in the booklet." The boy
attracted the girl and kissed her long and tenderly; she noticed the boy
excitement and the hardness of his boyhood pressing against her.

	"Let's go to my room." He dragged her into the bedroom and locked
the door. Francis dropped his shorts and his teenager's cock pooped
hard. The girl looked at it excited but remained still, while two tears
came along her beautiful cheeks. Francis looked at her and thought she felt
embarrassed or ashamed. He gently hugged and kissed her. "I am a stupid
and." She stopped him placing his finger on his lips.

	"No, you are not stupid. You are the handsomest boy of the world
for me and I love you with all my heart. I have been thinking about this
moment since I saw your picture, and nothing would please me more than
to. to. to make love with you; real love." Françoise astonished looked into
his love's eyes and kissed her tenderly.

	"I don't understand, Nuria." The boy felt the wet of her tears on
his chest. Please."

	"I love you Françoise and my heart is bleeding; but I want to be
honest to you right from the beginning. I don't want any shadow between
us." She paused and Francis allowed her to continue. "Last Christmas after
receiving your parcel I, I, I seduced John. I was thinking on you because I
wanted to have some experience; he was very surprised when I asked him to
do it to me." The girl paused, however Françoise pressed her against his
bare chest encouraging her to continue. We, we, we did it, not totally, but
we did it. I am so ashamed." Francis tenderly separated her and kissed her
red young lips.

	"Is that all?" She looked astounded her boy.

	"I betrayed our love! She near exclaimed. Francis kissed her again.

	"No, Nuria. You didn't. First: you were not engaged with
me. Second: In those days I did the same with a twin girl in my house while
Jim, your uncle, did the same with her sister; in those moments, in spite
my sister and he loved each other, they had not declared their love.  And
third: we strongly believe the women have the same rights than men." The
girl could not understand.

	"But, but I am a girl and you are a boy!.

	"You are a human being, as I am and Frankie, and Joan." Nuria
looked his boy tenderly and started taking off her bikini. Françoise
stopped her.

	"I love you Nuria, please forget everything. I'll do it myself."
Francis threw the bikini on a chair and dragged the young girl to his
bed. In seconds they were breathing hard as the boy started exploring his
love. He sucked her earlobes, armpits, the small breasts, and finally he
did with her clitoris. The girl shouted in delight as she pushed the blond
head to her cunt arching her hips looking for his hard dick. Both had
reached the first orgasm together. He scooted up and kissed her.

	"Please, Francis, continue. Let's confirm our love."

	"I don't want to hurt you, darling."

	"Don't worry my lovely blond. It will only be once." He smiled and
continued caressing her until he thought they were close to their second
climax. Francis pointed his hard cock to her vagina and pushed; it smoothly
went in a few centimetres, but soon he found her barrier expecting him to
destroy. Glamour went thru his mind and body as he found untouched his love
virginity. He pushed hard and the girl moaned in pain; he immediately
retracted but pushed again even harder than before. She near screamed in
pain as tears blurred her beautiful eyes.  The boy's now large dick totally
entered to the hilt into her, starting to spurt his semen. In seconds, the
pain was replaced by a strong orgasm, as she felt full of her boy manhood.
Francis turned over so the girl was on top of him; her plaits on his
chest. After a few minutes of bliss he kissed her cheeks, murmuring:

	"I love you, my young little wife." She rose and kissed him
tenderly. "It has been fantastic."

	"Thanks Francis. You have been very tender. I only felt a quick
sharp pain, afterwards it has been great." They grinned each other and soon
their young bodies were engaged in the third orgasm of the many they would
reach along their lives together. Soon they were asleep in a lovely
siesta. Near two hours later they woke as heard Jim and Margarita opening
their door.  After cleaning, they joined them; Margarita and Jim looked at
them tenderly.

	"Was it alright? She asked. Nuria blushed but with her eyes
sparking said:

	"Yes. It has been fantastic. I never thought it would be so
marvellous. I suppose your brother has a lot to do." They smiled and
together proceeded to the beach to meet the boys.

When the movie ended the four boys dashed away to the large terrace and
down the stairs to the little bay. Up from there they could sea the clear
water and the bottom of the sea. It was a lovely place and day that invited
to swim. John and Frankie with their dick near erected as they quickly
walked to the beach. The four jumped into the clear water and did what
normally children do in such circumstances: played swam during more than an
hour; when were tired came out, dried with the large towels and lay under
the cave protection, so that their heads were in shadow and the bodies on
the sun. John and Frankie could not stop thinking about the wedding and
what they were doing in those moments. Joan and Charlie were joking and
laughing, but the elder boys' dicks were hard as rocks and some precum
coming from the dickheads, they were terrible hot and needed a release;
however, in that moment, Charlie said:

	"Look Joan, what a large dick Frankie and John have!." The view
made their little weenies start to grow. Joan said:

	"Uncle John, can I touch it? It is huge compared with ours." He
doubted because did not want them to believe they were excited to invite to
touch them. Nevertheless, John thought it would be lovely the feeling of
the little hand round his cock.

	"Well. but only once." Charlie then said:

	"Frankie, can I touch you, too?" Frankie did not doubt and said:

	"Alright Charlie, but cannot tell anyone."

	"Okay." Joan that was near John wrapped his dick and stroked it a
couple of times while his left hands started rubbing his own little cock.

	"It is hot, John!. What is it the water on your dickhead?"

	"It is precum; that is to lube it when I am rubbing, so it does get
sore, otherwise I have to spit saliva on it." Charlie did the same to
Frankie and then they returned to their towels. Charlie said:

	"Joan, let's compared our dicks." He jumped on top of Joan and sat
on his upper legs; he took in his left hand Joan's dick and stroked it a
couple of times, then put them together. The sensations made the little
boys to moan in delight. Excited by the view, John dragged Frankie and his
towel up a few metres into the cave; jumped on top of Frankie; he opened
his arms round him. Their crotches rubbed against each other up and down;
mouths met passionately and their tongues swirled inside. They were
terrible hot, so a couple minutes later were moaning and gasping; their
bodies tensed and groans came from their throats as they reached their dry
orgasms.

The little boys Joan and Charlie watched them amused as they imitated the
elder boys rubbing their little weenies, and their lips glued as in the
movies in unfinished kiss, enjoying the new sensations, at least for Joan
with their little bodies stick together terrible excited and sweating.  The
elder boys received the impact of orgasms and relaxed during a few minutes
to recover; however, their dicks were not fully satisfied, therefore John
took Frankie's hand and dragged him into the cave, so they could see the
little boys playing, since they were their responsibility.  John and
Frankie started again kissing; Frankie jumped on top of John and they
resumed their touching. Soon Frankie scooted down, and after sucking and
licking his friend's balls, he took his dick into his mouth; he turned
around offering John his cock; he engulfed it in his mouth, sucking it
hard. They could see the little boys how they were wrestling with their
little weenies hard; now Charlie was under Joan and this kissing his friend
tenderly. After a few minutes of sucking, John and Frankie again reached
the point of not return with a loud moan. They continued sucking each other
until their cocks became flaccid; then Frankie turned to his original
position and they started kissing. Joan and Charlie were quietly pecking on
the cheeks and laughing as the elder boys watched them. Then the little
boys approached and Joan said:

	"John, please suck me as you have done to Uncle Frankie." He did
not expect that, but he seeing his doubt insisted. "Please, please, please
John". He said that with so a sweet little voice that he could not think
different but to suck him. Then Charlie asked Frankie:

	"Frankie, please, will you do the same to me?" Frankie doubted to
answer but the little boy insisted: "Please, please, please Frankie. I love
you." Frankie looked at his best friend as he nodded, he then said:

	"Well, we should not do that, however, you are special for us, but
must not mention it to anybody and under any circumstance. Is it clear?"
The little boys widened their evil smiles at unison said:

	"We promise!". The elder boys knew what to do in order they kept
the best memory of their best blowjob. Frankie would follow John's
actions. They kneeled near each little boy. Then John said:

	"Let's go inner into the cave so no one can see us. Joan, lay on
your back." He obediently did; his little short and thick weenie pointing
out to the cave's ceiling. He kissed him tenderly on the lips and felt his
little tongue trying to get into his mouth; he opened it and he
instinctively explored their mouths. He started licking his beautiful
neck. He giggled excited when he felt John's tongue exploring him. He
raised the little boy's lovely arms up and John licked his armpits. He
laughed uncontrolled with the erotic and ticklish sensation and his dick
jerking with each heartbeat. He sucked his tiny nipples, one after the
other, that sent new sensations because now he was not grinning, but
increasing his breaths; his eyes closed. John scooted down a little, and
explored his buttonhole, and then continued to his crotch. John felt the
lovely salty flavour of his smooth velvety skin, now brown with a lovely
tan that all had after two weeks of a daily sun exposing. He raised his
legs up to his chest; in front of John was that beautiful little butt. He
eagerly explored licking, the crevice between his anus and his shrunk ball
sack.  The little boy moaned as he felt the electrical currents emanating
from that sensitive part of his young body. He reached the precious weenie
and with his lips dragged back his foreskin introducing his total pack into
his mouth. His little body started to squirm in delight, as he could not
explain what was happening to him. The elder boy sucked it, he felt his
little hand on his heads trying to move it away to avoid that torture of
pleasure he was receiving and could not cope with.

	"Oh!!! Ahg!!!

The two little boys were moaning, tossing their beautiful heads from one
side to other of the towels near screaming:

	"John, plea.se, st. op". Frank, please, st.op."

The experienced boys smiled but continued without minding the boys'
laments. However, those screams also affected them. They couldn't help and
started stroking his own cock wildly as Joan's hands moved thru his hair
and back neck pleading him to stop his torture. Soon he noticed how his
little body got rigid with a spasm. Joan tried to reach his little dick
that was into the boy's mouth; he arched his hips as he put his left hand
under his butt and pushed it up to his mouth. Two groans came out from the
little boys' throats as they collapsed exhausted on their back breathing
heavily and sweating. John continued sucking his little dick as he also
finally reached one of the strongest orgasms of his life. He lay near his
crotch still with his dick into my lips, now quickly getting flaccid. When
they all recovered, the little experienced American said:

	"Wow!, it has been wonderful, even better than when I fucked the
girls in France." Little Joan smiled still in a cloud. He said:

	"John, I never thought it was so good. He kissed John. Then he
asked Charlie:

	"Have you fucked a girl on the bed? Charlie smiled at him.

	"Yes, on the bed." They did not know what his answer was, because
the warm of the cave and their tiredness closed their young eyes and
drifted to sleep, the shadow now fully covering them. They woke up some
time later, probably a couple of hours, because the shadow had advanced a
few metres. They were hearing the shouts and yells of the two young
couples.  Francis and Nuria on one side, Jim and Margarita, on the other
were playing, splashing water.  They contemplated them; the little boys
jumped from the towels and started swimming. John could see how Françoise
and Nuria stopped playing; they swam a little bit deeper, he was behind
her, and John instinctively guessed what they were doing. He was good on
diving and could be under the water near two minutes without taking any
air. After a few minute watching the eldest boys and girls, he said:

	"Come on Frankie. Let's dive and see who remain more time under the
water." They jumped into the quiet crystal water, disturbing Joan and
Charlie that had started building a sand castle. John swan where Françoise
and Nuria were, but when he approached saw they were moving their legs to
keep stability; he also could see how Françoise had impaled her from
behind, his dick was near fully inside her vagina, and his hand rubbing his
niece's lovely little breasts. He emerged a little far from them; they were
with their eyes closed as probably were experiencing a lovely climax. He
dove again and passed near them seeing the semen being spurted by
Françoise's cock. He felt confused, excited, envy and probably jealous
because Françoise had finished what he had started some months back. He
still didn't know; surely he felt shamed, regretful and miserable; because
he deeply knew had violated their sacred intimacy. He promised himself
never, never again to do something like that. He would have liked to ask
them to forgive him; obviously, that was impossible and he knew it. He
wished to cry but instead quickly swam and emerged well separated from
them. He dragged the towel to the sun and lay on it quietly. Frankie came
to his side and lay near him; their noses were near touching. He kissed his
friend a peck:

	"Why are you sad, my lovely friend?" He diverted his sight to the
sand; he couldn't look at him, however they had no secret between them.

	"I, I, I'm terrible ashamed, Frankie. I feel miserable and dirty."
He looked astonished to his friend and lover.

	"Why? What have you done to feel like that?" He looked at him and
felt a blur on his eyes. After a pause, finally he answered his friend.

	"Frankie, you know I can dive even for near two minutes without
emerging."

	"Yes, I know that, but I don't think you should have shame for
that, otherwise you must feel proud of it."

	"It depends how you use your gift. Some minutes ago I dove and
watched Françoise fucking our niece, even how he spurted his semen. I
emerged a few metres from them, both were with their eyes closed enjoying
the bliss that comes after the orgasm. I don't know why I did it."

	"Well, you should not have done it, but."

	"Frankie, Françoise is our friend! He has made a lot of thing for
us. How have I interfered their privacy? How would we feel if we were being
spied like that? I have behaved like a rat." Tears came down his face and
Frankie's hand cleaned them, he kissed his forehead.

	"I guess how you feel, but I am afraid, there is not an easy
solution. You truly regret it, for me I think it is enough."

	"No, Frankie. Even with you, my most loved person, I have not been
fair enough." That surprised his friend because he never thought their
relationship would be betrayed."

	"I don't believe you, unless you have been forced to do it." Again,
his tears came down, but in this instance more abundantly. Joan and Charlie
were arguing about the way of building a sand castle and the two elder
couples splashing and enjoying happily their time. That even made him feels
worst.

	"Do you remember our card play with the girls in Christmas?"

	"Yes, I do."

	"I lost in front of Nuria. Well, a few weeks later she came to my
house, I was alone and she requested me to comply my promise, to pay my
debt."

	"What did she ask for?"

	"Well, she, she asked., she asked., she asked me to fuck her. We
did it, however I did not break her virginity. It was painful for her; she
then fucked my dick; she was on top of me.  When we finished she got me to
promise I would never tell anybody."

	"Well, I can't see you not being fair with me." Astonished, he
looked directly into those beautiful black eyes that he loved."

	"I did not tell you!!!" You are not anybody; we are one, not
anybody." He looked at his friend, dragged his head to him and kissed him
on the lips tenderly, absorbing his tears."

	"I know why I love you so much. You are the best being in the
world. John, you did as you were asked, I am sure I would have done the
same as you did. I love you John." He could not understand in that moment,
but he was right. They approached their faces and kissed tenderly.

	"I love you, Frankie. You have released my heart, now I feel a lot
better. Let's help the little evils to build up their castle." They stood
and joined the little boys to built a lovely sand castle; they were so
proud that Charlie came and kissed John on the cheeks with thanks.  However
he could not look directly to Françoise and Nuria; yet he though they were
accusing him as intruder into their private life. They went up to the
house, he cleaned in the outdoors shower and started putting on his shorts
in the dressing room; he wanted to go home with his shame. All boys were
naked in the house, so when Françoise saw him with his shorts on, he
entered and asked:

	"John, why have your shorts on? Aren't you comfortable?" He could
not look at him, he was terrible ashamed and felt miserable.

	"Francis I, I, I feel very comfortable but." Françoise raised his
chin so he could see him; he was very tall and John top head was at his
nose level. He could not avoid tears starting to form and run down his
cheeks. "I must go home."

	"Did we offend you?"

	"You? You? Of course not, I am the one that has offended
you. Francis, please, please, forgive me, I am terribly ashamed." He
started to sob, he could not stop; and between sobs he could
articulate. "I, I, I spied you and Nuria when you were." He interrupted
him.

	"When we were making love in the water? John, we are the ones to
ask you for forgiveness; we should have been more careful. On the other
hand, we saw you; eventually we discussed to apologies you." John could not
believe him. Françoise then kissed the young boy's eyes; and then he placed
his lips on John's for a long tender kiss. John did not feel attracted to
either Francis or Jim; he admired them and was very proud to be their
friend, however he parted his teeth and felt his tongue inside his mouth;
he loved his taste. John dick started to grow and he kissed him
back. Françoise separated for a moment and added: "I wanted to kiss you
since the moment I saw you in the rail station." John resumed his kiss that
he received gladly. In that moment John felt two hands rubbing his chest
from behind; he thought Frankie was doing it, he turned around and met his
niece Nuria, she continued his kiss for near half a minute. Then she gently
separated from him; and said:

	"We love you, John, and are sorry for what we did in the water;
however, it was nothing dirty, only an expression of love of two beings
that want to share their life together." He tried to argue, but she stopped
him and continued: "I told Françoise what we did after last Christmas; he
knows it right from the beginning and we have not any secret." She then
kissed him again as he felt Francisï long arms wrapping uncle and niece
together. He felt his life had started again.  He was so happy that
immediately as they separated, took off his shorts and tossed on the chair.

	"Thanks for your understanding. I am very proud to be your friend
and part of your family. I love you both." He kissed both on the cheek and
they smiled at him:

	"We love you, too, John." He felt the happiest creature of the
world. With his dick dangling, he dashed to the kitchen to help Jim that
was preparing supper; however, in his way he met Frankie; he was surprised
at his quick change. He dragged him to the near room and kissed him on the
lips a long and passionate kiss; their dicks erected and ready to spend a
time that obviously they could not.

	"You look very happy. What has happened to this sudden change?" He
told him his encounter with Françoise and Nuria, he then added: "It is a
lovely news and I'm very happy you took that burden from your heart."

	"Frankie, in this moment of happiness I would like to be in the bed
with you and make love together; I would not mind you fucking me, if you
needed it." He kissed his friend and answered:

	"Your happiness are my happiness. I feel the same, nevertheless we
can't do here anything, and besides, Jim is waiting for us to help getting
supper ready. I'm starving; tonight we can do anything, I promise." They
kissed a quick peck and left for the kitchen.

Chapter 26 - The return.  ------------------------

Charles came back and found all boys naked and having dinner with the
girls. He put on shorts and joined them as normal. Then Charlie asked him
whether he could sleepover at Joan's home, he granted it, however subjected
to Joan's mom approval; they contacted Rose Mary, Joan's mother and she was
very pleased to get both boys together for a couple of nights. They were
jumping on happiness. Round 7:00 pm Frankie and John rode their bikes back
to the farm; an hour later came Charles driving his large car with Nuria
and the two little boys. John's sister received them with kisses:

	"Come on boys! Charlie, take your backpack to Joan's room." Rose
was a wonderful woman keeping her children's rooms tidy and beautifully
decorated. She was special, none of her other sisters, even her mom, could
compare with her. John loved his sister house. Both boys went upstairs and
when Charlie entered, stopped astonished:

	"Joan, what a beautiful room you have!"

	"I suppose yours must also be a lovely one. My mom is very
special. I love her."

	"Joan, my room is probably four times the size of this one; however
it is not ten per cent as beautiful. You are very lucky having a mom like
yours. I would change all my toys, my room and everything I posses for this
one and being with you forever." Rose was outside and overheard the boys'
conversation.

	"Well, Charlie, I am your friend and my mom is also your mom. You
can stay with me all the time you want. Ask papa Charles and your dad to
stay with me. I would be very happy. Can you imagine how many things we
could do together? It would be great, Charlie." As Joan saw some tears on
his friend's eyes, he hugged him. "I'll try to help you. Do you want me to
ask papa Charles for you?"

	"No, I will do it myself, but I know the answer. Adults have many
arguments; even they do not allow me to remain with my brother and sister
the time I wish; nevertheless, when I am eighteen everything will change,
and if you still are my friend, I will come to stay with you."

	"I will always be your friend, no matter if you come here or not."
Joan changed the subject and soon they forgot their conversation. However,
Rose Mary commented to the family, Nuria told her lover, and Françoise told
his dad and Margarita. When Charles heard that he said:

	"We must get a solution about this; his dad cannot play with
Charlie's happiness."

	"We agree with you dad, or his dad change his life pattern about
our brother or we will do our best to bring him with us. If you dare not to
do it, as soon as we are eighteen, we will exercise our rights about our
brother."

	"I fully back you up, sons. I'll talk seriously to him."


Joan enjoyed Charlie's overnight in the farm. That night when they were
tucked in bed and as soon as Rose closed the door, Joan jumped into
Charlie's bed that gladly received him.  They immediately took off their
underwear and hugged. After near an hour of chatting, Charlie suggested:

	"Joan, can we do as we did in the cave? I loved that."

	"Yes, do it." Charlie jumped on top of Joan and started kissing him
all around his lovely face. Joan giggled satisfied, their little dicks
erected rubbed against each other belly. Then he turned over into a 69
position and took into his mouth Joan's weenie. Joan found in front of him
that little sausage and took it eagerly into his mouth. After some minutes,
the little evils were sweating and gasping excited. Soon their young bodies
got rigid as they received the blessing of a beautiful dry orgasm. Soon
Charlie slipped to his side, kissed his new friend, drifting to sleep
snuggled into each other arms.

The weeks went by quickly; Carl came to relieve Charles and everything was
ready for Charles and Charlie to depart for France. It was planned they
would fly to Paris and a few days later, he would take the boy to New York
where his father would pick him up; however at the moment to say goodbye in
the farm it was too hard. Charlie was sobbing all the time, however when he
hugged little Joan, both little boys started crying loudly, they broke the
heart of all who were present.

	"Please, please, Charlie, don't leave me, please stay with me, my
mom love you, I love you, and all love you. Why do you need to go? Why?"
All of this mixed with cries and abundant tears in a mixed hug. Charlie
hugged even tighter his new friend.

	"I don't want to go to back; I want you and my brother. Please,
please, papa Charles, leave me here." Charles approached the two hugged
little boys; he tried to separate them in order to make easier their
farewell, but it was impossible. He could not bear the gaze of Charlie
pleading not to take him back home. Françoise touched his father shoulder.

	"Dad, please, let Jim and I do it; I'll convince them; I'm sure
Joan will help us. They are good boys; however, they are too nervous
now. On the other hand, you could fly directly from Spain to LA, thus
Charlie could stay here a further week, meantime we can change his mind."
Charles thought for a moment and said:

	"You are right, son, please try to calm them down, we can leave
them here the weekend." Françoise and Jim approached the boys kneeling in
front of them, immediately Charlie hugged his brother from the neck.

	"Please brother, don't take me back, I want to remain here with you
and Margarita; I don't want to go." Francis looked into his brother lovely
eyes and slowly said:

	"First of all, you are Charles Peter Lambert, not Charlie. You are
a little man; I suppose you have not forgotten what happened last
Christmas." The boy stopped his sobbing when he heard his brother calling
him as a man, he continued: "Men try not to cry and face things as they
are."

	"But brother, I don't want to face again the witch; I'm a Norman
and I want to remain in my country with my family. I love US and my grandpa
but it is only the land where I was born."

	"Things are like they are and we cannot change them, at least until
I am eighteen, then I promise, you will return definitely to France, if you
want that."

	"I will." Charlie said. "I will."

	"Now, you will stop sobbing and apology papa Charles." Jim then
said to both.

	"Papa Charles will fly directly from here to LA instead to go to
France; therefore you can stay here for a further week."

	"Is it true, brother?"

	"Yes, it is."

	"I won't behave like a stupid baby. Sorry brother." He took Joan's
hand and smiled at him. "I can remain with you for another week, even stay
this weekend sleeping with you, we must apology papa Charles. Will you come
with me? He is waiting."

	"Yes, just now." The boys run to Charles, hugged him and thanked
for letting be together for another week, promising they would behave as
little men, not as babies. They went back to the villa and immediately
Charles set a long distance call to US, half an hour later the call went
thru, John, Charlie's dad answered:

	"Hullo, Charles, it is me. How are the children?"

	"Very well, Charlie is in a farm with a friend." He paused. "John
there is a serious problem about Charlie and I want to express you my
concern. First of all, I must tell you that our wish is that Charlie is
happy with you, he needs you, and we believe you need him. However, today
has happened." Charles told John all about the expressions of Charlie in
the farm. "He broke our hearts and we are not ready to bear that again. As
you can see, unless you change you patterns of life you will lose him; and
what I am more concerned about, his brother and sister are determined to
exercise their rights as soon as they reach eighteen. John, you must
realise that Charlie needs love and not a father who cares only about his
material needs, that is not enough, I am afraid. How many times have you
tucked him in the bed? How many times did you take him to the school or
waited him on his return? None, I suppose. John that child needs you as a
father and a mother, I regret to tell you are doing none of it; you have
relied him to the custody of an old man and a woman that." John interrupted
him.

	"That is a witch. They paused for a few seconds. "Charles, you are
absolutely right, and I have just taken a decision, upon your words. First,
I must tell you that I am a divorced man since this morning. I cannot enter
into details, only we have signed an agreement in order to keep it into
privacy; only a few persons know it. I am not the girls' father even I
could have charged her of bigamy. Second, I'm travelling tomorrow to
Washington for a meeting. I have received a proposal to stay in France
during a minimum of five years to resolve some problems.  I am not
authorised to release a single word about it, however, next Wednesday I'll
confirm you; meantime you can say Charlie he can remain with his brothers
as long as they are in there. Also that he does not need to care about
coming to US, he will remain in France with me."

	"John, those are great news; but what about your father? He loves
Charlie."

	"He is retired and can afford to come to France whenever he wish
and stay as long as he wants wit us."

	"In that case I would prefer you tell it directly to your son, you
need to regain his heart; it would not be difficult, because he is the
sweetest creature I ever met."

	"Charles, I know you all love him and that fills my heart with pain
because I dismissed him for so long time.

	"It is not yet too late, John. Think about it. Long time ago, when
Margarita left us, I took the decision of being a mother and a father for
my children. Up to now, it was the best decision I have taken in my life."

	"Thanks again Charles. Give a kiss to the family. I'll call you as
I said."

	"Goodbye, then."

That is how a new time started for the family. As a premonition, when Joan
and Charlie cuddle in the bed, Charlie looked into Joan's eyes; they were
very close, near rubbing their dug noses.

	"Joan, you are a very pretty boy. Did not they say it to you?"

	"Well my mom yes, but moms always say things like that about their
sons."

	"I know, but you are very pretty. I love you." Charlie
instinctively approached his face and kissed Joan on the lips a very long
and tender kiss. Joan grinned at his friend and hugged him very tight.

	"I love you, too, Charles. I will always be your best friend. Will
you be my friend?

	"I promise I will. In addition, when I grow I'll tell papa Charles
to bring you into the school where Jim and Françoise are now. I will be
there waiting for you. Will you come?"

	"I will, I'll convince my mom and sure they will take me there."

	"Please, don't tell anybody, but I love you." Joan, with sigh
answered:

	"I love you too, Charlie, but don't tell anybody, too. I love being
with you." Charlie dragged Joan to him and kissed him again on the
lips. They felt how their little dicks were erected and rubbing against
each other crotch; impulsively they started moving up and down as their
pleasure increased. Soon the bed cracked, as they were moving faster and
faster, their lips still glued in a permanent kiss. They needed to breathe;
separated until that wonderful feeling came into their loins, then to their
little sticks. They got rigid as a spasm went thru their bodies and with a
muffled moan. They remained quiet, gasping for air. When recovered, Charlie
said:

	"It was nice, Joan. I love you." He planted a tender kiss on his
friend red lips.

	"Yes, indeed. I love you, too, Charlie. When you depart next day, I
will not be there, because I will start crying again and we have promised
not to cry."

	"Don't worry. Tonight is as if we say our farewell. Good nights
pretty Joan."

	"Good nights, lovely Charlie. I love you."

	"I love you, too." A sob started on both boys, they kissed tenderly
again and cuddled into each other arms. A minute later, they were hard
asleep.

Charles talked to his sons about the news, taking care not to be heard by
Charlie. On Wednesday, John called.

	"Charles, everything is ready. I'm flying tomorrow to Paris with my
father; I will receive you in the airport. Is Charlie there?"

	"No, he is in the beach with his friend and brothers, I'll call
him, he will be here in a couple of minutes. He is a healthy boy,
John. Hold on." Charles called the boy and he run upstairs as a bird. When
he got there and recovered his breath he took the receiver.

	"Yes dad, I'm happy you called. I was in the beach playing with my
friend Joan. We are best friends."

	"I'm glad that you are happy."

	"Yes dad, I'm very happy, but I would like not to return home,
except that I miss you and grandpa."

	"Charlie, I have good news for you." At this point all boys were
surrounding Charlie expecting to see his reaction to the news that they
already knew, except Joan. You don't need to come; in fact you can stay
there until your brother and sister return." That changed his face, he
opened wide his eyes and a happy expression went thru his sparking
eyes. "Charlie, are you there?"

	"Dad, I, I, can't speak. Did you say I can remain here with my
sister, my brother and my friend?"

	"Yes, that is what I said, unless you want to see me and grandpa,
because we are travelling tomorrow to Paris where you and I will remain for
the next five years." Again, Charlie lost his voice and started to
cry. Charles took the phone until the boy recovered from his astonishment.

	"John, it is I. Charlie is sobbing with emotion, he is near ready."

	"Sorry dad, I couldn't help, do you mean we are going to live in
Paris?

	"Yes, that is what I meant, so I must look for a house and school
for you."

	"But, but, what about the."

	"The witch?"

	"Sorry, dad; yes."

	"She is not my wife any longer, neither the girls your sisters. I
can't explain you this by phone, son, but I'll do when we meet."

	"Dad, I want to return just now. I want to give you a great hug."
This time was the father who sobbed and he could not help it. He thought he
had lost his son, but still he loved him and they could restart their lost
life, interrupted when he got married. "Are you there, dad".

	"Yes, son. I'm here."

	"Dad, I'll return with papa Charles next Saturday. Will you be at
the airport?"

	"Of course, son. I will."

	"Jolly good. Dad, do you have a hotel?"

	"Not yet. I must speak to my friends in Paris; they are arranging
my travel problems.  Why?

	"Please tell them to reserve at Champ Elise Hotel, suite number
one."

	"Have you been in there?"

	"No. It papa Charles' hotel and Jim and Françoise said it is a
beautiful place to stay. Ask Mr. Jenkins, the manager, tell him that you
are being recommended by Charlie Peter Lambert; he will sure attend you."
John smiled at his son's word and the same did Charles."

	"I'll do, son. I am sure your recommendation will be more than
enough."

	"Dad, I send you a great kiss and another one for grandpa. Please,
tell I love him."  Charlie handed the phone to Charles, who continued
talking with Charlie's father. As soon as he left the phone, he went to his
sister and hugged her, then Françoise and Jim. "From now on, we will always
be together, we will never separate again. I could not live without my
truly family. I love you." He was again sobbing, but this time of joy. Joan
was the only one that was sad. He was sat down on a corner with his little
shrank dick between his brown tanned legs. Charlie saw him, and taking his
hand, he dragged his friend into his room, closing the door. They hugged
and Charlie kissed Joan on the lips; both started to sob.

	"I'm sorry, Charlie. I promise not to cry, but I will miss you a
lot."

	"Me too, Joan, but now I won't be so far away, only in France and
together with Jim.  Probably I will come more often to the villa, and the
next summer we will be together for six weeks or even longer. We will
continue exploring the cave and we will do many things together.  Please,
be happy otherwise I will start sobbing like you. I would like to see you
content. Will you? Please." Joan looked into his friend blue eyes; he
dragged his face to his and kissed him tenderly, now smiling. Charlie felt
his friend little cock pressing against his crotch, he smiled back, kneeled
and sat on his ankles; he surrounded Joan butt and engulfed his total
package into his mouth. Joan moaned in pleasure when he felt the warm cave
round his penis. He placed his hands on his friend beautiful curly hair and
started caressing it. Little Joan felt how his dick rubbed his friend
palate and a quick orgasm came to his little rock dick. Charlie noticed the
hardness pushing into his mouth and he increased his masturbation pace
until he also felt the light orgasm. However, as they continued being hard
Charlie resumed his sucking, nevertheless in this instance their lust
increased and a couple of minutes later their breath augmented moaning
softly. Joan then stammering said:

	"Charlie, I think I won't be able to stand, my knees are, are very
weak." Charlie smirked, stood, and took Joan to the bed. He lay on with
their dicks pointing to the ceiling, harder than ever. Charlie resumed his
sucking but this time in a 69 position lying on his right side. He felt his
dick eagerly sucked by Joan, soon their bodies got rigid, a spasm went thru
their little bodies; Joan pushed up his hips as Charlie pushed down to the
little boy's throat. A moan signalled the peak of their dry orgasms. Their
breaths were errant for a minute, nevertheless they soon recovered; Charlie
could see little Joan's dick was still hard and he was determined to end
his hardness. He began again sucking his friend and Joan did the same to
him; after a few minutes, their cock heads were terribly sensitive, near
paining. Joan was gasping and wanted to pull out his dick from his friend's
mouth, on the other hand he wanted to reach the final and to receive the
lovely feeling; the same was happening to Charlie as Joan was sucking
eagerly the head of his dick. As they approached their mutual climaxes,
they were moaning thru their noses felling the intensity of their
sex. After five minutes they could not stand anymore, their little bodies
were sweating; felt the great feeling approaching to the head of their
penises, their legs got rigid, stopped breathing and could not resist the
enormous impact of their sexual releases. They left their dicks and groaned
loudly breathing heavily and gasping for air. However, when they recovered,
Charlie again took in his mouth again Joan package as his friend did;
nevertheless, this time their dicks were satisfied and started getting
flaccid. Charlie smirked satisfied. He thought for himself: "I got
it". They were exhausted and tired. Charlie recovered his original
position, head to head, nose to nose. A soft kiss sealed their early love.

	"It was very, very nice, Joan.

	"Yes, very nice indeed. I love you, Charlie. I will never forget
you."

	"Me too. We will be best friends forever, Joan." I promise you. Do
you promise be my best friend forever, pretty Joan?

	"Yes, I promise." Joan kissed his friend. "But you are also very
pretty Charlie." Please don't forget me."

	"I will never forget you. Never! "Charlie hugged his friend and
kissed him near his ears; that felt ticklish to Joan and he smiled; looking
into his best friend's blue eyes, he said:

	"I love you, Charlie." He kissed him on the cheeks.

	"I love you, too. Are you happy?"

	"Yes, now I am very happy, that's what matters." Charlie kissed him
back a peck on the lips, and hand in hand, they went to reunite with the
rest.

The few days went by quickly and Charlie left the villa with Charles to
Paris. He did not go again to the farm because he feared he could not say
goodbye to Joan without sobbing again; Joan also did not come to the villa
afterwards.

Chapter 27 - Jim and Françoise return
--------------------------------------

The two couples plus Carl remained in the villa and John, Frankie, Francis
and the twins rode everyday to the beach, enjoying their company and having
fun; the couples loving each other and having love in all senses; they
enjoyed their youth making love every night in silence until their bodies
were exhausted. The young children explored the cave and played as pirates
and when their dicks needed, licked and sucked one another until they
obtained their mutual gifts shown as lovely orgasms. They wondered what was
on in Paris about Charlie, so they spent the best time of their young
lives.

Carl closed the air tickets; they had planned to fly on Sunday to Paris and
then by bus to Orleans, however there was no flight on Sunday, so they
reserved for Saturday. Jim would directly go to the school whereas Jim and
Margarita would do to Normandy. Jim and his young wife thought it would
have been very hard to say goodbye again. The previous Thursday to their
departure during breakfast Carl said he would spend 24 hours with
Mr. Herman, since they had to finish some businesses regarding Mr. Herman's
properties in France, besides he thought the couples would need the night
for themselves and Friday for their farewells. Soon after his departure
John, Frankie and Francis arrived on the bikes. It was a hot August day and
all decided to be naked, including the girls where they were inside the
house; needn't to say the young boys with their eyes glued on the girls and
their dicks hard as rocks, so the three went to the beach and released
their hardness by sucking each other to orgasm; however the best was
prepared for lunch time.

Jim prepared the best meal he knew and as desserts a large tart. The girls
laughed as the young boys did not know what was next. When they finished
the main course Margarita and Nuria brought the large pie. Jim and
Françoise extended a few large towels on the floor. Jim then said:

	"Now boys we are to eat you as sweet." Perplexed, Frankie looked at
John and John to Francis the two couples smiling. Jim took a large portion
of tart and started spreading it on John's, chest, tummy, butt, dick,
buttock, balls and upper thighs. Françoise did the same on Frankie and the
girls on Francis. The boys were harder than ever, their dicks spilling
precum, except Francis's. Jim started licking John's face and taking a
large portion of tart from his chest he kissed him, their tongues savouring
the sweetness of the tart and their saliva. Jim was hard, too, but they had
prohibited the boys to touch them. The younger boys were terrible excited,
moaning and wanting a release; especially little Francis where his sister
and Margarita were doing an excellent job, each on a different side. When
Jim and Françoise reached the boys' buttocks, parted them and tried to push
his tongue into their butt hole. John could not resist anymore, his knees
buckled, but Jim supported him as the poor boy screamed in delight,
followed by Frankie and little Francis that had never experienced being
sucked by a girl before, besides he was allowed to massage Margarita's
lovely breasts. The couple did not stop there; they continued sucking and
licking the younger boys, but for their astonishment, the elder boys and
girls relieved on each boy, so after a few minutes with Francis the girl
went to John, and then to Frankie. This was too much for them; John as soon
he saw Margarita mouth on his cock he could not stop but took her head and
kissed the girl passionately. After a long kiss, she resumed her sucking
and in seconds he had his second orgasm. The boys near exhausted and
breathing hard lay on the towels; nevertheless, the couple had no mercy on
them; they continue their job until a third dry orgasm hit the boys and
their cocks got flaccid. Then they stood and kissed the boys. Margarita
then said:

	"This is our present for you because you are our best friends and
we love you. Now please, go to the beach, we have some business to do."
They grinned in complicity and ran to the fresh cave. They were tired and
their cock satisfied, so, soon were asleep with a beautiful smile on their
faces. The couples went to their respective rooms and enjoyed their
retained sex and love, then went into a lovely slumber until a couple of
hours later. Round 7 pm the boys took their bikes and returned home,
commenting the secret adventure, knowing they could never release a word of
it, but to keep for their own enjoyment.

The night came, and after heaving dinner, Françoise and Jim took a portion
of the tart remnant and went to their respective rooms doing what they had
made to the boys and what they did in Paris. The girls enjoyed being sucked
and licked by their respective lovers, and then fucked until their bodies
were exhausted, and drifted to sleep. The following morning they resumed
their lovemaking until Carl returned. After lunch Carl gave a lift to the
couple to the farm and the village. That was the hard moment, especially
for Françoise and Nuria. They were allowed to be a few minutes in her room
to say goodbye. Hugged and kissed tenderly with many tears along their
cheeks. However they were young and strong and understood their love needed
sacrifices.  Françoise said goodbye to everybody and went into the car with
Margarita, returning to the villa.  The following morning, Saturday, they
picked Jim up and went to the airport.

When Carl approached to Air France's counter to check in, the stewardess
said due to an emergency of a grave sick girl, one of them had to travel
via Barcelona, since an ambulance was waiting at Paris Airport to pick up
the girl. After some discussions Jim chose to be him the person to fly via
Barcelona. Françoise and Margarita wanted to be with him but finally he
convinced them. He travelled under the care of the crews until he was
safely delivered to Mr.  Jenkins, to whom Carl had phoned before his
departure, so he took him to the school bus.

After thanking Mr. Jenkins for all his attentions, in silence, Jim,
engrossed in his own thoughts, boarded the school bus with a few early boys
that had come from far towns or even countries, amongst them Raphael. They
looked to each other and both friends grinned. Jim then said:

	"I wondered how difficult was to say goodbye to a girl. I'll miss
her very much."

	"I know it. I have left Paul there. He will not come here again. It
has been a wonderful summer; however we must face reality and attend the
hard work we have ahead." They continued chatting and soon the small buss
entered into the school. They went to their room, but things now were
different; they did not kiss or hug as they used to before. In his young
mind Margarita's touches and kisses were too fresh. Suddenly the door
opened and two grown and tanned 12 y/o boys entered and hugged Jim,
Christian and Noah. Jim was happy to see them, so they hugged back their
young friend.

	"Jim, you are so tall and tanned! Are your dicks the same? What
about Francis? Noah asked.

	"More than you can think and also tanned. Francis has continued to
Normandy, he will be here next Monday."

	"We had very short speedos but still you can see the white stripes
on our butts.  However we have good news for you. Come on Christian! Tell
him." Christian looked at his adored friend and blushed.

	"Well, well we both have started to shoot." Jim left what he was
doing and hugged the young boys with emotion.

	"You are now little men! Aren't you?" Proudly Noah answered.

	"Yes. We started only with a week difference. But still there is
more good news. We have fucked two girls! Christian blushed and added:

	"They fucked us!" Jim again hugged Noah and Christian.

	"It was great, wasn't it Christian? We did it with two girls friend
of us during our birthday party. They are thirteen and had lovely melons on
their chest."

	"Yes it was a lovely night, but Noah was too excited on top of his
girl." Christian said a little bit resented and jealousy.

	"You enjoyed it, too." Noah approached his friend and kissed him on
the lips. "You know I love you more than any girl." Christian sighed and
kissed back his friend and lover.

	"Were they virgin, Noah? Jim asked.

	"I don't know. My dick went into them very easy and neither of them
claimed any pain, as you explained us."

	"Sure they were experienced girls, it was not the first time they
fucked a boy." Jim added. "Well boys, let go for dinner. I am starved."
Then Noah said:

	"Jim, can we come tonight to have some fun?"

	"Not tonight, friends; I am tired and need to rest. Probably
tomorrow or some other night. All three stood and went to dine. Round 9:00
pm he received Margarita's call; both ended with their heart broken, so he
went to sleep. The following morning he woke up with some knocks on his
door, the young boys and Raphael entered while he cleaned himself and
dressed for breakfast. Noah's sight was glued to Jim's large dick, near as
an adult's. After breakfast they went to the swimming pool; discarding
going to the mass. After lunch the young boys and Jim walked to his room,
as he lay on the bed with his hands under his head, Noah said:

	"Jim, we, we want to ask you a favour." Christian blushed because
it has been his idea, but as usual he was not brave enough to ask the elder
boy, but after some seconds he decided to make an effort and try to get rid
of his shyness, so he interrupted his friend.

	"Jim, since the incident I have wanted you to fuck me." Noah looked
at his friend astonished, and then he added.

	"And me, too." Noah grinned satisfied as his lover supported
him. Jim looked at them, stood and sat down on the large coach; he motioned
the boys to sit near him and with some doubt he answered:

	"Please sit down here. Noah, Christian, we love you as our best
friends and I think Francis would say the same. I must say you both have
lovely butts to fucks and I am very proud you asked me, however, my penis
has grown a lot lately; it is near the double of yours in girth and length;
I am sure I would hurt you, even you may bleed. Are you aware about it?
Noah eagerly said:

	"I don't mind. During the summer Christian has fucked me many times
and I think I can have your cock into my butt. I want that experience
before it is too late; I would not ask to anyone because I don want anyone
fucking me, except you or Noah." Jim seeing the young boy's determination,
said;

	Alright, tonight we can try. The school is near empty, so they will
not notice you are sleeping in my room." The young boys smiled and hugged
Jim very tight.

	"Thanks Jim. We expect to have really good fun tonight." They left
for their room and after dinner all three went into Jim's room, locking the
door. In seconds they were naked and cocks getting hard. Jim also was
excited and when his cloths were tossed on the coach Noah gripped his hard
boyhood and gave a few strokes.

	"It is huge, Jim."

	"I told you about its size. Then addressing to Christian he asked:
"How would you like it, Christian." The boy blushed a little bit.

	"I don't mind, as long as you put your tool into me." Jim went to
his nightstand and rummaged in it until he found what he was looking for: a
tube of vaseline.

	Christian, place yourself in four legs, but with your head down on
your folded arms, so that your butt is showing up to me." The boy
immediately obeyed; Jim took a wad of the clear cream on his forefinger and
introduced into the boy's butt. Christian gasped as Jim touched the
sensitive spot into him.

	"That feels very good, Jim." Jim grinned while Noah was watching
everything in detail, from time to time stroking his own hard tool. Jim
then took another wad of cream and this time he introduced two fingers,
spreading the product into the boy's guts. Christian moaned in pleasure and
Jim saw how easy his fingers entered him; he thought the boys had been
fucking regularly. He took another wad of vaseline and spread it round his
shaft; his dickhead was covered with abundant precum.

	"Are you ready, Christian?"

	"Yes, I am."

	"Let me know if I hurt you. You are loose, so I think it will be
alright." Noah smiled. Jim took his tool with his right hand while his left
was placed on the young boy hip. He pushed hard and half of it went into
Christian; he moaned in pain. "Have I hurt you?"

	"Not much, please stay there until I am used to it." Jim stopped
while he started caressing the younger boy cock and balls, he moaned as the
pain subsided. Jim retracted some leaving the head in and then pushed again
burying his cock to the hilt into Christian's guts. The boy moaned and
after a few moments Jim started shovelling his dick in/out. After a couple
of minutes Christian screamed in pleasure as he was fucked and masturbate
at the same time.  Jim gave a final thrust as he noticed the pressure round
his cock starting to spurt his load into the boy in the moment that
Christian did the same on the towel that they had placed on the
carpet. Moaning and sweating he collapsed on the floor with his legs
stretched out with Jim on top of him. The elder boy then turned around and
lay on his back with Christian on top of him.  Noah watching his friend
went on top of his face and offered his cock to him; he was near close to
his climax. Christian took his friend's cock into his mouth and sucked it;
his left hand fondling Christian's ball sack. In seconds he also spurted
his small load into his friend's mouth. Jim then turned a little bit to his
right, so they were now laying on his right side more comfortable, still
sweating and breathing hard. Noah after discharging his load into his
friend's mouth he placed himself on his left side looking directly to his
friend and lover; then with all tenderness he could utter he kissed
Christian and caressed his smooth cheeks that he loved.

	"Was it good, darling." Christian grinned and attracting his friend
he kissed him back, but not a passionate kiss but a very gentle and tender
one. Jim's cock was hard and from time to time he gave a soft thrust to the
young boy and moaned.

	"Yes, very, very good. I feel as I expected, full of Jim. That's
fantastic, especially when he touches the magic spot inside me."

	"It must be; you shot twice while he was fucking you." The boys'
conversation started affecting Jim that was hard again. He then said:

	"You are loose in your butt, of course a little tight for my cock,
but that even improved our fuck. Did someone fuck you, Christian? The boys
grinned.

	"Yes, we did each other near every day, especially since we started
to shoot." Noah said. "Jim, will you do it to me right now?

	"Yes, if you want it. We must hurry up before the lights are off."
Jim retracted from Christian butt hole with a "flop" sound. The boy sighed
as he felt the emptiness and the sperm coming out from his butt. "How would
you like it?

	"I prefer in the bed looking to you, so we can kiss."

	"Alright, place your butt up as Christian did, so I can grease
you." They followed the same procedure, Jim lying on his back, his hard
pole forming an angle to his belly and spilling precum. Noah then straddled
him sitting on his calves; took Jim's hard cock to his hole and pressed
down; he thought to do it in two phases; however the boy gritted his teeth
as bravely pushed down impaling himself until his balls were touching Jim's
bush. Two tears escaped from his eyes as the pain hit him. Christian licked
them and kissed him tenderly.

	"I love you, Noah. Stay there until the pain subsides and you are
used to Jim's bigger cock." After a couple of minutes Noah felt much
better, he smiled and bent over, starting to kiss Jim; their tongues met
swirling inside their mouth as Jim started pulling the boy up/down.
Christian took into his mouth Noah's dick, so he was stimulated in both
sides soon started to shoot his first load into his friend's mouth. Jim was
getting close to his climax, so he advised the younger boy.

	"I am approaching my feeling."

	"Hold it a second." Noah then turned around, so now he was giving
his back to Jim; his cock even went further into him. "Please Jim turn on
your right side, because I want to make a 69 with Christian."

	"It does not matter; I can bear your weight." Christian kissed Noah
and then went on top of him; immediately he felt how Noah engulfed his cock
as he did the same with his. After some time they reached a common move and
a few minutes later Noah moaned loudly thru his nose as he reached the peak
of his orgasm pulling up his hips; Christian followed and immediately Jim
pushed hard into Noah butt lifting both boys as he spurted his load into
Noah guts.  Breathing hard they turned on their right side so they could
breath easily, especially Jim.  Christian then recovered his position now
facing his adored friend and lover; they kissed and exhausted all three
drifted to sleep. One minute later lights went off.

Chapter 28 - Charlie's return ------------------------------

Charlie and papa Charles had flown directly to Paris, after landing,
crossing customs and police control; he saw his dad and grandpa thru the
window wall. He run and jumped into his dad's arms in a very tight and
genuine embrace.

	"My little angel, my loved boy! How I have missed you, little
evil!"

	"I love you daddy; I have missed you, too." He left his dad arms
and hugged his grandpa.

	"How are you, grandpa? How are you knee?" The old man smirked,
hugged and kissed his grandchild.

	"Seeing you, all my pains have disappeared, son." In that moment,
Charles came and met both men. They greeted and left the airport. They
boarded Charles' car that was waiting for him; after loading the luggage,
Charles and John sat down on the rear seat and Charlie on his grandpa's lap
on the front seat, near the driver. Then Charles said:

	"John, I want you to listen to me carefully. Right from the
beginning, I must tell you that my aim is that you live with your son and
rebuild your life together. It has been a difficult time for Charlie; I
won't be able to go again thru the expression of Charlie's pain not wanting
to return to your country. Perhaps you feel it is unfair from him, but your
must realise he has not made anything except to suffer from the time his
mother died. First, you were engulfed in your business; you left him to the
care of a nurse and an old man, to whom he adores. Then trying to amend the
problem, you looked for a wife that might help him to forget his mom; but
she, instead of loving him, she hurt him psychologically with strong words,
and finally physically."  John opened his eyes in disbelief; he thought
that was between his father and himself. "I knew it a couple of weeks after
this happened, my anger was so great that I was tempted to retrieve the boy
from your custody, however, I thought that decisions must be taken with
cold head. I waited and I could see the boy was living with your dad; but
the worst was to come. When Charlie came for Christmas, he told his brother
and sister what your wife made him. Fortunately, I was taking the plane in
a few minutes and they thought was neither the time nor the place to talk
about the problem. A month later, my sons told me that I had to bring his
brother with them; otherwise they were determined to talk to the French
authorities about it. I convinced them not to take any step, since I wanted
to talk to you as soon as summer came. In summary John, I promised my sons
that Charlie would never be taken to your country or any other one against
his will; that is a firm resolution. We are giving you a second
opportunity; Charlie needs you and you need him; it is not too late and he
loves you; however, you must recover his love. In any case, you must think
that we all want the best for him. He is a child and has the right to be
happy and to put an end to his lonely life. You must decide to act as a
father and a mother with your son and love him as he deserves, otherwise we
will exercise our rights and I will do what you should do. You decide."
John kept silence for a few seconds, and then he said:

	"Charles I must recognize; you have been very patient with me, even
my father was ready to tell you, in spite those actions would have broken
his heart because he loves his grandchild, therefore I assume all my
responsibility and I promise you I will be his dad and mom from today on. I
must thank you and your sons for what you have done; I understand them,
they love his brother as much as I do. You have my word that you will never
have any complaint about this, and if you have; I would not make any
objection you retrieving his custody from me."

He offered his hand and both men shook them in a formal compromise. They
arrived to the hotel, Charles introduced them to the manager; leaving the
group with a kiss to Charlie, promising him to see him next morning before
his departure to Normandy. John's father took the lift, however Charlie and
his father went thru the carpeted stairs; in the middle of them, Charlie
extended his arms to his dad, John raised his son to his chest and both
hugged very tight; Charlie wrapped his naked tanned legs round his father
waist, the little boy murmured to his ear:

	"I love you dad, please don't leave me again." Tears came to the
man's eyes that the little boy could not see. He hugged even tighter his
son and murmured:

	"I love you very much, son. Don't worry; I will never leave you
again. We will always be together." He felt his son lips on his neck as he
kissed his dad. He separated a moment from his dad and looked into his
eyes.

	"Dad, do you mind that I am named Charles Peter Lambert? That was a
crucial moment of their lives. The man recognized that he would have liked
the boy had his surname, but time would decide. He was certain the boy
would never accept it, let alone now in France; he was the same character
as his mom's.

	"No Charlie. I don't mind at all. I love you and not a name. You
can be named Napoleon, Charles the Great, or whatever you like; I would
continue loving you the same."  Charlie hugged again his dad.

	"I love you dad; I love you very much."

	"I love you, too, my beautiful son." John thought for a moment that
he had recovered his son; he felt very, very happy; he would remember those
stairs during the rest of his life. They arrived to their suite and he
dropped his son on the floor. His father told them he would have a nap and
later would join them for a walk, so father and son were alone for the
first time since a long time.

	"Dad, I think I'm going to have a shower. Will you take me to
Normandy when my sister and brother come within two weeks?"

	"Of course, I will. I will take a full weekend in there. I want to
see them. I have been told they have grown a lot and that they are scholar
game champions."

	"Oh yes! The little boy sighed with pride. "They are very popular
in the school. Jim and Françoise are the best swimmers. Some coaches said
they are too good for their ages. I will talk you about all of them later."
He went to the bathroom, left the door open and had a comfortable shower;
he dried and came out nude where his father was.

	"Dad, where are the underwear?" John looked at his beautiful son
and could not help but to admire the perfection of that little and tanned
body, his beauty. He thought he would have been a perfect model to copy for
a sculpture in the Renaissance or ancient Greece times.

	"They are on the second drawer on your wardrobe. But Charlie, you
are naked!. Charlie grinned.

	"Oh yes, I am. But we are alone without any stranger here. Do you
feel embarrassed?"  John smiled, extended his arms and Charlie dropped into
them. John rubbed his son smooth skin.

	"Of course not. I feel jealousy that someone could steal my son
from me, seeing how beautiful he is." Charlie grinned proudly and kissed
his dad. He then picked up brief new underwear and put it on. "It seems it
is not the first time that you are naked, because you have a lovely tan on
all over your body. I miss the normal white stripe of your bath suit.

	"Well, papa Charles bought a wonderful villa in Spain with a
private beach, it has a large cave and the beach is bordered by large
rocks, so it is near impossible to be accessed by land, only from the house
or sea. The previous owner built a stairs that goes from the terrace down
to the beach. We asked papa Charles whether we could be nude in the beach
and in the house.  He told us there was not any problem, whenever there
were no strangers at home; so we swam freely naked."

	"What about the girls. Did they also stay naked?"

	"Oh no. They always swam or take the sun with the bikini on.

	"And the adults?"

	"Papa Charles does not receive many visits; only an old man called
Mr. Hermann; in that case we remain with our bath suits on."

	"Does papa Charles swim naked too?"

	"He does not swim, neither naked nor dressed. He said he has a very
sensible skin and he cannot bear sun. He spent the time reading sat on the
terrace or working in his office.

	"I would like to swim naked. I have done it a few times when I was
alone. I went into the water and took off my bath suit. It is a lovely
sensation of freedom."

	"Yes, dad. You cannot imagine how wonderful is to play in the sand
or swim without nothing on your body. Next summer we will enjoy that
together. Will you come, dad?

	"Well, I don't know yet; it is a year ahead." Then John changed the
subject. "I suppose you have friends, apart your brother and sister."

	"A lot, but all of them from Jim's family. They are the most
wonderful people you can imagine. I'll describe them for you." John was a
well-organized man, so he interrupted his son, took a piece of paper and a
pen and started making a family tree chart with Charlie explanations.

	"It is a large family; now tell me the relationships."

	"Well, you must promise me you won't tell anybody." John grinned to
his son:

	"I promise." John said grinning to his son.

	"Well, Jim is my sister Margarita's boyfriend. They love each other
a lot. Nuria is my brother's girlfriend. Manuel and Louis are like twins,
but they are double cousins. Frankie and John are so close that no brother
could be more than they are. They were born on the same day and year, only
an hour difference; and share everything. Alternatively they sleepover on
each home every weekend and will go to a boarding school on September.

	"They look a good family. Ad what about you?" The child paused for
a moment, he sighed and answered to his father slowly, like a pray:

	"Me, well. Joan is my best friend, he is. he is so good, so pretty,
so sweet and so wonderful... We love each other, dad. He loves me, too. We
would like to be together the whole time." John smiled.

	"It seems you have a crutch on him."

	"Well, perhaps both are in the same situation. I promise him I
would never forget him and when he gets older, let say, 11, I will ask papa
Charles to sponsor him and come to St.  Mary's, as Jim. Then we will be
together forever."

	"But don't forget that you are a very pretty boy, too."

	"Well, I don't know; but that was what Joan said to me. His mom
said that we were the prettiest angels of heaven."

	"I think she was right." He took his son and hugged him.

	"You know, dad? Joan's family is a very lucky one. His mom is the
best mom I have known, except mine. She was so tender with me that when she
hugged and kissed my cheeks I thought in mom and I could help but to
sob. They have a tiny house, compared with ours; but it is so beautiful, so
clean and tidy. It seems a dolly house. I loved to sleep in there. In
addition, she has the most beautiful children of the farm. Nuria is more o
less as Margarita, I would say prettier than my sister is; Francis, that is
11 y/o, is a lovely blond, with deep blue eyes and silky hair. Then Joan."
He paused and to his memory came the last day together, he felt his little
weenie starting to grow. He murmured to himself: "My little Joan." His dad
interrupted him:

	"What did you say?

	"I was talking about Joan's family dad; he is not blonde as his
brother and sister, but black haired. He has large black eyes and the
largest eyes lashes I ever saw; and the same is his little toddler brother
who is near 2." Charlie continued describing his impressions about the rest
of the family, so his dad got a general idea of each person he had met
during those unforgettable holidays.

The following day his grandpa left for US promising he would come back very
soon. They went for a long walk round the Elise Champs. After returning to
the hotel, Charlie had a shower and when he came out naked to dress, he saw
his father reading a paper. He took the paper from his dad's hand and sat
on his lap. He gave a peck to his father and the man responded with a hug,
leaving the paper on the small table near the coach.

	"What are you reading, dad?"

	"Well I had just started having a look into the applicant's
profiles; we selected ten with the best curriculum to choose my
secretary-assistant. I'll continue when I shower, I must interview them
tomorrow morning." He stood up and went to the bathroom; Charlie asked:

	"Dad, may I have a look into them?"

	"Why not? Perhaps you have a better intuition after all." Charlie
started looking the names and especially the photos attached to each
application. Most of them were young and beautiful girls, except two; one,
an old woman and another one that surprised him.

	"Dad, why have you put mom's picture on one of these applications?"
John had left the door ajar just to keep talking to his son.

	"What are you talking about, son? I have not modified any of those
documents. They have been selected by the Embassy amongst two hundreds. I
only gave them the characteristics of the candidates that I needed. That's
all."

	"Dad, this is mom's picture, I wonder why is on here, but I have
seen it many times. I am not wrong." John came out naked and drying
himself. He held the application and had a look into it. A shiver went thru
his spine.

	"It is true, son! This woman looks like a lot to her. I'll se her
tomorrow, probably in reality she is not as in the picture." With that,
they ended the conversation. The following day he asked the ambassador's
staff to interview the rest of candidates; he would only see that
woman. When she entered, John got white for a moment; she noticed the man's
reaction and asked:

	"Excuse me, but are you alright, sir?" He made an effort to behave
as he recovered and started talking to her.

	"Yes, I am. Sorry Mrs. Martin. I had some problem with my stomach
last night."

	"I thought you were to faint." The woman said with a smile. John
apparently was looking into the application; however he was examining her
with a professional intensity

	"Well Mrs. Martin, apparently you have all of requirements that we
are looking for; however, I must make you a few questions. One of them is:
why you are requesting so low wages; according to your qualification you
deserve more; we believe our employees must work hard, but also well
paid. The woman doubted for a moment and answered:

	"Please consider that as a minimum, but to be honest I have to say
that I need the job.  I'm a widow with a 10 y/o daughter and the times are
not running very well, at least for me."  John tried not to compare, but
her voice and the way she spoke was very similar to his son's mother, even
the name was the same: Margarita. She had something that his son's mother
lacked; she was kind, sweet, and according to her background, she had had a
high education.  His son's mother was also kind and professional, but she
was cold, except that day when she got pregnant.

	"You are a widow; I suppose you have more family, fathers,
brothers, etc.

	"Unfortunately not. My husband died three years ago; my parents,
along with my sister, died in a rail accident; since then, I lived with a
foster family, my husband's parents, until we married." He made more
questions relating to the job, conditions, etc,

	"Well Mrs. Martin; the job is yours, subjected to a month trial
where you have to demonstrate your qualifications. Your salary will be
doubled of what your stated. If you proof to be what we expect from you,
that would be increased in a 50% more. However, this will imply a full
dedication to us and not to mix with other jobs. You will required to
travel with me to some foreign countries, mostly European, and probably US.

	"It will be alright for me; nevertheless I want you to know that
I'm not very fond of planes; well to be true, I never flew. She felt the
man gaze at her and she squirmed. She had not had this sensation since a
long time. After her husband's dead she had been approached many times by
young and old men, however she never felt anything; now it was different.

	"Mrs. Martin, I want to ask you a personal favour, perhaps you can
help me." He smiled at her; the lady seemed to say, "Be careful man, I am
not that kind of woman." He got the message and blushed, though he had not
such intentions.

	"Please, tell me and I will see whether I can help you or not."

	"We are new here and want to settle down. First I would like to buy
or hire a house for my son, his nanny and myself. I would prefer in the
outside of the city where we can enjoy quietness and a school for my son."
She thought for a moment, and then said:

	"I live in the outskirt of Paris, well communicated by
rail-underground. There is a good English school for boys and girls where
he could study, either in French or English." She paused expecting the man
to say something. She continued: "A few blocks away from my house, there is
a house on sale, I love the owner and I must tell you that if I had money
enough I would buy it. Perhaps it is even larger for your needs, but it is
a beautiful house surrounded by gardens and trees."

	"If you like it sure it will be good for us. Do you mind to
accompany us? We would pick up my son at the hotel." He smiled at her and
she smiled back to the man.

	"It will be a pleasure. I'll phone my daughter." He stood and
prepared to leave.

	"We'll walk to the hotel; it is not far from here." They left the
embassy and soon they reached the hotel. "Please sit in the lounge and take
something while I advise my son; I'll order the waiter to serve you what
you like.

	"Well, it is not necessary."

	"I insist." He called a waiter from the bar and ordered to serve
the lady what she wished, to charge suite number one." Then he went to his
room. Charlie received his dad with a kiss.

	"Now young man we are going to see a house, if it fits us, I'll buy
it, it is near our lady's."

Chapter 29 - The findings.  -------------------------

	"Dad how is she? Is she pretty? Charlie asked his father.

	"I would say she is very pretty, kind and educated. I think you
will like her. Since you are ready, you better go downstairs, meet and
entertain her. I must do some phone calls. She is sat in one corner, near
the window; the place you like to sit." Charlie smiled and got ready. He
was excited to see that lady that resembled to his mom. He was dressed as a
French little boy in summer; a cream shirt, white shorts over his knees and
sandals. It was warn; too warm for the Parisians, still was August. He
entered in the lounge and saw the blond woman that was with her face
looking to the garden. The boy politely said:

	"Excuse Madame, I am Charles Peter Lambert, Mr. McLain's." The
blond woman turned her head, she was astonished to see the little boy: "The
face, stained with blood, she had seen many times in her dreams." In a
couple of seconds she opened her arms inviting the boy to kiss her, as it
is traditional in France with children. Charlie was paralysed, he looked
into her blue eyes and tears came to his as he dropped himself into the
woman arms:

	"Mammy, mammy, you have returned!!! You were not dead!! Please,
please, don't leave me again!!!" Charlie cried on the woman's arms, his
head on her neck. "I have missed you a lot!!." Charlie kissed the woman and
she noted her throat tight with emotion as she started to caress the little
boy's curly hair. She was trying to calm the boy, she could not help
saying:

	"Mon petit Cour" Charlie, instead of calming, increased his sobs.

	"Mammy, mammy, I love you, I missed you!!! Please, don't leave me
again!!!" He repeated. The woman was terrible confused; obviously that
little soul had confused her with his mom. However, who could be to be
confused? Her brains were a whirl working fast; and in seconds, she reached
the conclusion: to confuse her with his mother must be identical to
herself, and only a person had been as she was, her own twin
sister. Apparently she died in a rail crash in 1940. Was it possible she
had not been killed? Her foster father had told her he never saw the
corpse; he was not brave enough and he had signaled the corpse of another
dead girl with the same dress. She tenderly kissed the little boy's head as
separated from her.  She cleaned her own tears and Charlie's face. Looking
into those beautiful blue eyes, she saw her loved sister on them. Very
slow, she said:

	"Charles, please, take it ease. I, I, I am not your mom, but near
it." The boy astonished separated from the woman, still sobbing."

	"It is not possible, mammy, you have forgotten me." She then hugged
the little boy.

	"No my son; I had also a boy that died eight years ago, today he
would be 11."

	"But you called me "Mon petit Coeur, only mom did it!" The woman
caressed the boy face gently.

	"Charles, my father and my twin sister used to call me like
that. There must be an explanation; probably she was not dead, as I
believed. You said she is dead. When did this happen?

	"I was five, we were in US and she had a road accident, besides
your name is Margarita, the same as my mom. Two sisters cannot be named the
same." The boy insisted with sobs.

	"No, my sister's name was Jeanette, not Margarita. My daughter has
the same name because of her." Charlie was now more calmed and talking with
her. She then added: "I suppose you have grandpas, where are them?"

	"I only have one, from my dad; mom had not parents; she grew in an
orphan."

	"Orphanage."

	"Yes. Papa Charles married her when she left it."

	"Where is that orphanage?"

	"I don't know, somewhere in Normandy." The woman eyes lighted as
tears came to her eyes."

	"Sorry little Charles, but I am too emotional. I am from
Normandy. We lived in there with our parents, my dad was a first class
locomotive driver, when we were 7, we were traveling to Paris, there was a
rail crash; more than 120 people died and many wounded; among them my
parents and my twin sister. Her body never was found, but confused with
another girl that is buried with my parents. I knew it only a few years
ago. I must find out what happened to her; there is a great possibility
that your mom was my sister, otherwise you would not have confused
yourself; besides I saw her face covered with blood in the accident, and
many times afterwards in my dreams. It is identical to yours." She kissed
Charlie and he hugged her. She then continued: "Charles, it is very
important that you find out the name of the orphanage, but please, this
must be a secret between you and me. You cannot ask it to your dad."
Charles thought for a moment:

	"I'll ask my sister Margarita" The woman wide opened her eyes.

	"But, do you have a sister?"

	"Yes, and a brother, they are 14 and their father is papa Charles,
not my dad."

	"Oh my god! And where are they?"

	"They are in Spain on holidays; papa Charles bought a villa there,
I just came a week ago from there. I'll phone them."

	"Good boy! How is Margarita?"

	"Well, everybody says that we, the three, are as three water drops
of different size.  Françoise is the most marvelous boy of the world. I
love them a lot." She then murmured:

	"Probably I have been living near my loved sister for more than 25
years without knowing her existence. Charlie your dad is coming down; I
have many questions to make you, but now we must keep silence. Please be
careful."

	"Aunty, will you love me?" She hugged and kissed Charlie several
times."

	"Charlie, I would love you even if you were not my nephew, but my
heart is telling me that I am not wrong.

	"Wait and see Margarita and Françoise, you will be astonished how
marvelous they are.  Françoise is a swimming champion in the school, and
Margarita is the cleverest girl I ever met."

	"Your mom was very, very intelligent, too. Now shut up, your dad is
coming. I'll give you my phone number." She slid a paper slip into the
boy's pocket. John came down and noticed the connection between his son and
the woman; he did not say anything. The car was waiting for them, John
drove until they reached the lovely and quiet zone. Margarita motioned him
to stop; they came down and facing a large fenced house with a few small
tress in the garden.  They rang the bell and immediately an old man came to
open the tall iron gate.

	"Glad to see you Mrs. Martin. Can I help you?

	"The same to you, Mr. Bernard. I'm bringing a client for
Mr. Marat." The man smiled leading them to the house. He introduced the
couple and the boy to the owner of the house, an old and elegant man over
his seventies. He spoke in correct English. They discussed about buying the
house and the cost. He showed the house to John who found it interesting
and was ready to buy it without discussing anything regarding the cost of
it; he thought it was a bargain, however it needed a lot work to restore
it, introducing new items in the kitchen and renewing near all electric and
plumb installations. The old man then said:

	"Mr. McLain, I love this house. I was an architect and I built it
when I was young. My wife designed it. We planned to have six children, so
we bought furniture and everything with this objective. Unfortunately, she
died when my son was a teenager after a long sickness. My son told me not
to sell the house because he would fill it with children, if he were not
killed during the war; however, he was a pilot in the RAF and was shot down
and killed by the Germans. He was my only family, so I lost any interest on
continuing working. Bernard and I stay in this house, consuming all my
patrimony. Now we are too old and want to end our lives in a residence; the
house is too old and needed of repairs that I cannot afford." John looked
to that man with sympathy who was near to break of emotion.

	"Mr. Marat, I'll buy the house in the cost you said; however, I
would like to ask you and Mr. Bernard for a favour: You love this house,
therefore there are not any more suitable persons to carry out its
restoration. I'll pay you a salary, if necessary." The old men exchanged a
look and could be seen their satisfaction and emotion.

	"Mr. McLain we will gladly do the job, and I promise you will be
fully satisfied." They went to a Notary's office and signed the related
documents. Mr. Marat took the phone and started making calls to old
friends. It seemed they had recovered ten years of their lives. While they
were at the Notary, Margarita took Charlie to his house that was right a
block down on the opposite side. As they entered in the house, a girl came
downstairs to hug his mom. She looked at Charlie and without any
introduction she hugged and kissed him. Charlie was astonished for the
similarity of the girl to his sister Margarita.

	"Jeanette this is Charlie Lambert, the son of my boss. They have
bought the funny house, so probably you will be with him in the school."
The girl looked into Charlie eyes and she knew he was not a stranger for
her.

	"Mom it seems to me that I have known him all my life." Charlie
smiled.

	"That is the sensation that I have, Charlie said. He knew she was
his cousin; however he could say nothing until his aunty authorised
him. She showed Charlie the house and then went to meet Mr. Marat that had
come back from the Notary office. Mr. Marat then said:

	"Next Monday an army of workers will start packaging the household
goods; the furniture and the house will be restored as new."

Margarita introduced his daughter to John, and after kissing the girl, the
man took Margarita and the children apart and said:

	"We must celebrate this. Would you accept to have lunch with us?"
Margarita was to say no, however Charlie's eyes told her to accept. She
doubted for a moment:

	"Well children, what do you think?" The children at unison said:
Please, please, say yes!.

	"Okay. Let's go." John smiled at her and she must hide her redness
as an adolescent.  She asked herself what was happening to her, since his
husband died se had many contacts with men, se had received a few
proposals, however she never felt anything. John also was thinking about
her; he had had many women in his life, including his son's mother; never
he felt so attracted to anyone, however this beautiful blonde and her
kindness was making him to think. They went to the restaurant; it was a
very warm day and the children asked to swim; they hired swimsuits and
jumped into the restaurant's pool while they had an aperitif. The contrast
between the two young bodies was evident.

	"You have a nice tan. Where did you get it?"

	"I just have come from Spain." Then approaching to her, where
nobody could hear, he added: "I have the same tan all over my body." She
blushed, thinking in the boy being nude, and grinned.

	"Did you swim naked?"

	"Yes, we did all, except the girls. But please, don't say it to
anyone." She smiled. In that moment, Margarita called them for lunch. They
dried, dressed, and sat in a different table, since there were only two
available, each for two persons.

	"I need to go to the toilette" Charlie said standing. He crossed
with the waiter who came to take the order; the young man approached the
girl and asked about her order. She ordered and then the waiter said:

	"What about your brother."

	"He is not my brother." The waiter looked at her perplexed:

	"No one would say that. He must be a very close parent of yours,
because you two look like as two drops of water." She quickly thought
about:

	"Well, yes, we are cousins. He will have the same as me." She felt
very proud to say that. She would be very happy to have this boy as his
cousin. How would she brag in the school in front of the other girls having
so beautiful cousin!" She thought as she sighed. They had lunch and after
another couple of hours in the swimming pool, they ended the lovely day
returning home stopping at the school and registered Charlie as a new
student. Classes would start in two weeks time. John thanked Margarita for
the lovely day they had enjoyed together. Charlie kissed Jeanette goodbye
an then Margarita, but in a low whisper he said:

	"Thanks mom for the lovely day. I love you." They kissed on the
cheeks and she grinned at him. The connexion had been established. They
went to the hotel and after showering Charlie asked permission to his dad
to call to Spain, as he was authorised he placed the international call for
an hour later, in order to get thru when his dad was not there; he had to
continue with the secrecy. John excused his son that he had to go to the
embassy for some business. Five minutes later he received the call and
spoke with Francis, and Margarita, unfortunately Joan was not
there. "Please tell him I love and miss him a lot." He obtained the address
and soon as he finished talking, he dialled his "mom" number and told
her. Then he put on the TV and relaxed. A few minutes later, he was within
a lovely slumber. Meanwhile his aunty Margarita was getting ready for her
journey of next day to Normandy. She told her daughter it was a business
trip, however the girl did not believe her, however she did not argue.

It was round 10:00 am when she knocked on the door. A young nun opened the
orphanage's gate; she could hear in the background the children's yells as
they were playing. Her heart bled thinking about her sister. The nun wide
opened her eyes and stammering asked:

	"Can, can I help you, madam?"

	"Yes, please. I would like to see Mother Superior" The young nun
without asking her name said:

	"Sure. Please enter and sit down." She left her at the Superior's
office and near run to advise her boss that was instructing some orders to
another nun.

	"Reverend Mother, you, you, have a visit."

	"Who is it, daughter?

	"Well, she is, she is. the lady that used to come to see you and
Sister Dolores." The old woman looking patiently said:

	"Are you mad? Or have you seen a ghost?

	"Sorry Reverend Mother, it is her, or at least, some like her." The
old woman went to his office, opened the door as Margarita turned around
from the window. The nun stopped in the middle of the room, she pressed the
cross hanging from her neck with her hand.

	"Jesus Christ, it can't be!" Margarita approached the old woman,
took her hand and with tears she kissed it.

	"Yes Reverend Mother, you are right, I am Margarita, but not the
one you are thinking about. She was my twin sister, her name was Jeanette."

	"God bless you, my daughter. Now I understand why the young were so
surprised. You are so alike that no one could distinguish one from
another. She never told us she had a sister or any family.

	"Mother, I have just come to rebuild her name and to find out about
her. Apparently, we have been living 150 kilometres far from each other
during the past 25 years without knowing we existed. The old nun encouraged
her to continue. I'll start right from the beginning, and then you can ask
me any question. I want to describe a whole picture of our lives and I
would want you to complete your part."

	"Margarita, this is a very unusual moment when we find out the
total life of one of our children. I thank you in advance. We will need
some coffee." She rang a bell and the young nun appeared. "Please prepare
some coffee and tell Sister Dolores not to go anywhere, I'll need her
within a few minutes. Please, proceed." Margarita after a pause started:

	"We lived with our parents not far from here. My dad was the best
of fathers, always ready to please us. He was a senior locomotive driver
and every day he drove to Paris and back again. My sister and I were
waiting for him to come back and we used to run to hug and kiss him. He was
very happy with us and used to say he had the most beautiful girls on the
world; he would not want any more children; well that was because mom,
after our birth, could not conceive more babies. SCNF organized a trip to
Paris once a year for employees and their families. After our 7th birthday,
he took us to Paris to see many monuments, especially the zoo.  During the
trip, he took us to the locomotive and his assistant showed us everything:
That was not his normal assistant; he was a young man acting as a
replacement since the real one, our neighbour, his 10 y/o son was sick and
remained at home. We spent a lovely day the family together; however, when
we were returning, round 50 kilometres from here, took place that terrible
rail crash; more than 120 people reported being dead, many of them
children; and a lot wounded. I can't exactly remember what happened. Two
days later, I found myself on a bed near unconscious. In front of me was
our neighbour's wife tenderly kissing and caring me. I was asking for my
mom and my sister. I can perfectly remember how she gently hugged me, her
tears running on her cheeks. I guessed the worst. She told me all my family
was in the heaven with the little Jesus and the Virgin Maria." Margarita
paused as those sad memories came to her.

	"I don't want to extend myself how I suffered and missed them;
however children tend to recover faster than adults, besides she thanked
God for her child being sick that day." Margarita tears came down her
cheeks as she was expressing her thoughts. " The time went by, we grew and
I married her son. We had twins, a boy and a girl; my son was always sick,
mostly like his father and died when he was 2 y/o. My daughter, a very
healthy girl, is 11 today. My mother in law was a brave and healthy woman;
on contrary, her husband, that was a weak and fainthearted man in all
senses. He recognized my family corpses and I was put under their custody
and care until a parent could claim me; since no one came, I remained with
them.  When my foster father was very sick, he told me he clearly
recognized my dad and mom corpses, however when he was requested to
identify my sister, had not the strength to see one by one the many
children dead bodies, he pointed out to a blond girl of our age with long
plaits and a red and white dress. I hated that man in that moment because I
had lost the opportunity to find my sister."

	"Why? Perhaps he was right after all."

	"No he was not. I assumed probably she was dead nevertheless, but
that was not her corpse. Only a couple weeks before the accident, she asked
mom to cut off her plaits because our neighbour's son annoyed her pulling
from them; however, he always was very kind to me.  Besides, my mother had
prepared two lovely white and green dresses for this event, adorned with
pink flowers on the top." Margarita paused for a moment as she extracted
from her handbag an old photograph and showed to the nun as she
continued. "A couple of weeks later we received this picture taken by a
photographer in front of the tiger's cage. As you can see, Jeanette had no
plaits." She paused and took a sip from her coffee.

	"I wondered how my husband could call us apart; he told me later
that he could not see any difference but something told him who I was. He
died three years ago after a long sickness he got during the war fighting
as a messenger boy within the R‚sistance. The SCNF took care of my
education and when I was 21, I received the money for my dead family. I
bought a house in the outskirt of Paris where I live. A few weeks ago I
applied for a job with the American Embassy, after the interview." She
related the encounter with Charlie. That's all. She paused while the nun
was thinking, then she added: "Please, Reverend Mother, why did you name
her Margarita?" The old woman thought for a moment, sipped some coffee and
said:

	"Let me complete your story. Two days later, after the fatal
accident, a military car stopped at our door, an officer delivered us a
little blond girl with short and curly hair, still we could see dry blood
on her dirty dress. They had found her wondering on the road. It was pre-
war times and the military did not explain where he picked the girl, he
only said he thought would be a consequence of a road accident; he was
hurry and left us. We asked her about her name and whom her family was,
however we could not get any answer from her; she looked absent minded. We
bathed her and dressed with a fresh dress; she could not even eat; we fed
her as a baby. Our doctor, a bad believer but a good physician, said that
probably she had been exposed to a great shock and that she would recover;
however there was a remote possibility she never could get her memory
back. That was nothing abnormal, especially in children, but a Nature's
tool to recover a body that otherwise would be lost if she continued
thinking about the terrible shock. He was right. A month later, she started
showing signs of recovery. She never asked for food or spoke, however she
could handle the spoon and eat. One day she was sat on the yard and a
little girl of 5 called another as Margarita; she moved her head, then the
sister in charge of the little children made the little girl to approach
her and called Margarita. She did and she smiled at her and offered her
hand. From that moment, a fast recovery started, and after a month, she was
absolutely a new person, however she could not remember anything before the
little girl called her. However what convinced us was a little golden cross
she had hanging from her neck, there was written the same name." Margarita
sighed and she felt a blur on her yes.

	"Do you still keep that cross?"

	"No. During the war, a German officer came and asked for valuable
objects we had, even sacred ones." Margarita then extracted from her
handbag a little golden cross with the name of Jeanette. She showed it to
the nun.

	"Was it the same as this one?" The nun took it into her hands and
kissed the sacred object.

	"Yes, absolutely the same, but with the name Margarita on it."

	"Our mother bought them and took to the church to be blessed by the
priest. In the school, they had difficulties to call us apart, especially
when we made pranks, so they asked for a solution. However, we traded the
crosses many times for fun, the last time was a little before she cut her
hair." The old nun rang the bell and asked to call Sister Dolores: "She is
the little girl that became the closest friend of your sister." Someone
knocked on the door and the old woman said: "Please, come in, Sister
Dolores." Margarita stood and as the new nun saw her, she materially
dropped in Margarita arms:

	"Margarita! Margarita! How are you? We were told you." She reacted
and slowly separated from her deeply blushing. "I am, am sorry, you can't
be." Margarita tenderly hugged the nun and smiled at her.

	"Sorry Sister Dolores, but I am Margarita Martin, n‚e
Voulois. The person you loved was my twin sister Jeanette. I hope I will
enjoy with your friendship, too." The nun blushed again.

	"We loved each other as two sisters can; we were mutual confidents
until she stopped coming." She referred how they played and enjoyed their
childhood until Jeanette decided to get married and she professed to be a
nun. "She came every year one of twice to see us, she always showed me the
pictures of her children, even when she was in America brought me her last
child's. No one knew it, except I.

	"Why did she go to America abandoning two beautiful children? I
cannot believe it. I would have never done a thing like that" The young nun
bent her head, and near in whispers, she said:

	"I know the circumstances, but I am afraid I cannot tell you. I
suppose her husband would. It is something private. The only thing I can
say to you is that her husband, Mr. Charles Lambert, is a great gentleman;
she extremely loved him. He is an elegant and handsome man."  She blushed
as she said that in front of her Superior. "God bless him; he had made many
contributions to this house, especially after he married your sister."

	"And before, too." The old nun pointed out.

	"Do you mean the famous lawyer?

	"Yes." The old nun confirmed; she then added: "Margarita, since you
are here, if you don't mind, I'll call the judge in order he put down your
manifestations, so we can close you sister file." She nodded. She made a
phone call and a few minutes later an old man and his secretary arrived. He
heard again the story and took the cross and the picture, which were
photographed again. They raised a long report that was signed by all
presents as witnesses, he then said:

	"Mr. Lambert will be called to testify the new events." Margarita
thought in the implications and told the Judge:

	"Please Sir, I would suggest you take sometime doing it, let's say
3 or 4 weeks. I still don't know my family and I would like to tell them
myself."

	"Fair enough. Don't worry, we have much to do, so, even not
postponing it, it will take a minimum of three weeks, meantime we will keep
the subject "sub judice" so nobody can release a word of it." Margarita
thanked for the favour. When they finished, the nuns invited her for lunch,
however she argue she had to take the 4:00 pm train back to Paris. She
hugged all of them and promised to come back with the outcome of all. It
was dark when she arrived home; Jeanette hugged and kissed her mother.

	"Mom, you must be tired. Charlie has called three times, but he did
not tell me anything; he wanted to speak to you." Margarita dragged her
daughter to the little comfortable sofa, looked into her lovely blue eyes
as two tears came down her cheeks. "Mom, why are you crying? Anything's
wrong?"

	"Jeanette, Charlie is your cousin, son of my sister Jeanette." She
opened her blue eyes in disbelief.

	"Mom, but you have told me many times she died on the rail
crash. How can it be possible?"

	"She did not die. Apparently." She told the story she had heard
during the day in the orphanage.

	"Mom, I must tell you that I guessed something. When we were having
lunch, the waiter confused Charlie as my brother; he said we were as two
drops of water of different sex and age." Margarita hugged her daughter
again.

	"We had a family, though we thought we were alone. Now I want you
to keep your mouth shut, except with Charlie, until I speak with your uncle
Charles Lambert and your cousins Margarita and Françoise." The little girls
opened her lovely mouth astonished.

	"Do I have more cousins apart from Charlie?

	"Yes, a girl named Margarita and a boy named Françoise. They are
twins. That's what Charlie told me."

	"I can't believe it!" The girl said amazed. "When will you talk to
them, mom?

	"As soon as circumstances allow it. I need some time to order my
thoughts. I would like to give them a surprise, but I must firstly speak to
their father."

Charlie was in the hotel nervous and excited waiting to have a chance to
call his mom Margarita, as he called her for himself. His dad entered in
the shower and he dialled the number. Jeanette took the phone.

	"It is I, Charlie. Jeanette. Can I." Before he could finish, she
added:

	"I'm glad to hear you Cousin Charles; a great kiss for you."
Charlie stopped breathing as his eyes blurred. "Mom is here."

	"Charlie, son! I was right; but please, please, don't say it to
anybody. We can't speak until I do with your papa Charles." He recovered
and only could say:

	"I love you, mom. Please don't leave me again."

	"I will never leave you, Charlie; even if have to fight against the
whole world." Margarita could hear Charlie's sobs. She kept silence for
some moments, then she added: "Charlie, we love you. Soon all this will be
over and will be together. A great hug and kiss."

	"I love you, mom." He held down the phone as his dad was coming out
from the bathroom. He went to his bedroom and started rummaging on the
drawers as looking for something, while he recovered, so his father could
not see his red eyes.

Chapter 30 - The encounter ---------------------------

The following Monday Margarita started working for John and Charlie
attended to a summer school, mostly to spend the free time while his dad
was at work, as well as to improve his Spanish; it was established for
children of the diplomatic people that have different school
systems. Everyday Margarita worked near John, her feelings became stronger
about him; definitely she admitted she had started loving the man. She now
realised what she felt for her husband had been compassion and friendship,
however now she was experiencing something new and different. The same was
happening to John. He had known many women, including the mother of his
son; however he had tried to love her, but she always refused him. Many
times, she told him he was a good friend, but nothing else. Her pregnancy
and her son had been an accident, a blessed accident, as she used to call
it.

On Friday, as soon as they finished work, picked Charlie up from the hotel
and the three went to inspect the work on the house. While they were
talking to Mr. Marat and Bernard, Charlie went to meet his cousin
Jeanette. She was waiting for him into the house, and the girl hugged and
kissed him on the lips. It was a short kiss, but Charlie felt how his
little dick started to grow.

	"I love you, Cousin Charlie."

	"I love you, too, Jeanette." Hand in hand they sat on the sofa and
she told him all about her mom's trip to Normandy. "I would like to see
grandpa and grandma's grave. As soon as everything is clarified, I will
propose Françoise and Margarita to go there. Will you come with us? The
little blonde smiled.

	"I will go with you to the end of the world." They laughed
happily. In that moment Margarita entered, hugging and kissing the
children. They remained for a long minute all three wrapped in a mutual
hug. Then she kissed again her boy and her girl.

	"Charlie, I suppose Jeanette has told you everything. So it is
essential not to release a single word to anybody."

	"But what would I say to my friends in the school?" The girl
protested.

	"I hope to have everything solved in two weeks. It is the time for
school to start."

	"All girls will envy me when they see me with a so beautiful
cousin." Margarita smiled and hugged again his family. Charlie then added:

	"Anyone has not told you are a pretty girl?" They laughed
again. Thru the window he saw his father coming. They changed as normal
friends. John greeted Jeanette and kissed her on the cheeks.

	"I had planned something for the next Friday, however, papa Charles
had told me that Françoise and Margarita will arrive on the evening and we
must go to receive them to the airport. Then we will proceed to Normandy to
spend the weekend there, on Monday they are returning to school, so
Mrs. Martin will be alone to deal with the house restoration.

	"It will be a short time." Charlie complained.

	"Yes, I know, but they had spent the total of their holidays in
Spain. School will start on Monday and they must be there." Margarita and
the children gazed each other, but they understood they could do
nothing. Time will come to regain the lost days.

They returned to the hotel and while Charlie was showering, John extracted
a yellow envelope from inside his jacket and started to read a secret
report about Margarita's trip. Every step had been followed, however it did
not clarified the presence of the Judge in the orphanage. That would come
during the next week. It was normal this type on investigation about a new
employee committed to a serious and secret activity. He had found his son
extremely happy but nothing could justify such happiness, except the
friendship with the little girl. He had asked Charlie, but he only said, "I
am happy." That's all.

The week went by, and on Thursday John received the rest of the report; the
Service had bribed a Judge's employee to get the information. Now it was
explained his son's happiness, but his problem was he could not participate
of those happiness, on contrary, he could not disclose his information. On
the other hand, he was really in love with that efficient, beautiful and
kind woman; he felt the need of an approach to her. That afternoon during
the work he said:

	"Mrs. Martin I must say you are fully complying with our
expectations about you."

	"Thanks Mr. McLain." She smiled to him. He blushed as a teenager.

	"If you don't mind, whenever no strange person is around, I would
like you to forget to call me Mr." She grinned at him and said:

	"Alright, John. I think that will make easier our work. That has
nothing to do with the respect for each other." That day during the midday
break, she made a phone call to Charles Lambert, asking him for a meeting
in his hotel the following week. He agreed and it was fixed for Wednesday
morning about noon. Charles was surprised as he ignored everything about
her; he had accepted to meet her because she told him she worked for
John. "I'll call him besides doing my own investigation" he thought. That
evening he called John, while Charlie was in showering.

	"John, I have received a call from your assistant asking me for a
meeting. I have accepted based upon the fact she knows you. How is she
like?

	"You have done well accepting her request; you will be surprised,
so I prefer not to tell you as she looks like, only that she is a very
intelligent and beautiful woman. She is a widow; her husband name was
Lionel Martin who died three years ago. She looks as a brave and efficient
woman."

	"Alright, I'll transmit you the outcome of our meeting." John ended
the call as he thought: "My dear friend, you are going to be highly
surprised."

Charles made a second call and the one that answered him promised to come
back with information before the week ended or next Monday as
longest. Friday came and all together went to the airport to receive
Françoise, and Margarita. As usual, Charlie run and hugged his brother and
sister, kissing Uncle Carl.

	"You don't look very happy, brother." Francis looked at him and
dragged him to his chest, murmuring on his ears.

	"My heart's broken; I have left my little wife in Spain and will
not see her in a few months. However, you look terrible happy."

	"I have my reasons, not only because I see you but for something
else that I can't tell you."

	"You my little brother cannot say to me! I can't believe it. Have
you fucked some other girl?" Charlie blushed remembering those events."

	"No, it is nothing like that, it is much more important than that."
Françoise got serious.

	"Charlie, what is it so serious? He looked at his brother and got
serious.

	"I'm sorry brother, but I cannot tell you." Françoise understood he
could not force his little brother, "he must have a powerful reason for
that," he thought. They proceeded to Normandy, as soon as they arrived, the
three went to hug and kiss the old lady to whom they loved as their second
mother. The evening was exciting as the brothers played and run thru the
garden and the house. As still there was light, they took the bikes and
rode them enjoying their home and being together. It was a clear evening
and a beautiful sunset started; the three brothers stopped the bikes and
sat on a little hill, not far from the house. They contemplated the view
with ecstasies, Charlie in the middle wrapped by his brother's hands. He
looked at them and murmured as a pray.

	"There is nothing in the world as beautiful as this. I love you
brothers." Margarita hugged his little brother and two tears came along her
tanned cheeks."

	"I scarcely can remember; it is like a dream, but mom liked a lot
to come here with us and watch the lovely sunsets, especially in summer."

	"I clearly remember those moments, sister. It was not a dream."
They remained together until the sun disappeared behind a little cloud over
the horizon on the west; then returned home joking and playing. The night
and the following day was an exciting time for them, Françoise was tempted
to insist on his little brother about his secret; he felt it was something
important, the boy was not cheating him. He had just finished a shower and
put on his nightgown to go to bed. He changed his mind and entered into his
brother room; he heard the noise of the water in the large tub; he opened
the door and found Charlie jacking off his little dick. Françoise smiled
and felt his cock starting to grow.

	"Are you enjoying with your little brother?" Charlie smiled.

	"Yes. Please close the door." He did.

	"I'll teach you how to get the best results. Put your left hand
under your balls; then make a cup down your dick with all fingers, so that
when you pull down the foreskin, the head touches your palm." The little
boy did as told and started masturbating himself. Soon little moans came
from the child enjoying his own touch. Francis then added: "Still there is
a better way to enjoy, but it must be done by someone else." Charlie
stopped and looked at his brother.

	"Joan and I did to each other, it was lovely. I miss him a
lot. Please Françoise, do it to me and I'll do it to you afterwards. We
cannot do it together because I'm smaller than you."  Francis thought for a
moment and considered it.

	"No way, Charlie. We are brothers and we should not do that."

	"Because we are brothers I ask you, please, please, Françoise." He
looked into his little brother eyes pleading and he knew he could not deny
him anything, besides he was very hard after watching him.

	"Okay, I'll do it to you, but you won't do it to me, right?" The
little boy nodded, a bit disappointed. Francis took off his gown and sat on
the large tub; he took on his arms the little boy and started kissing and
licking his ears' lobes, then his neck. Charlie started to moan, his little
dick hard asking for attention. Francis continued; he kissed his red lips
and for a few moments their tongues swirled together. He left the kissing
and continued licking and sucking the little nipples. Charlie did not know
whether to laugh or moan as he felt the ticklish and lust at the same
time. Françoise placed him on his back and continued down to his lovely
cock that was jerking with every heartbeat. To the little boy's
disappointment, he missed it and went to his feet. One by one, he licked
and sucked his toes; then his calves and finally he reached his little
brother tanned thighs. Instinctively the boy spread his legs to give a
better access to his brother head. He reached his older brother head and
wrapped it trying to get his mouth to his wanting dick, but Francis instead
lifted the little boy's legs to his chest and licked the crevice between
his anus and balls. Little Charlie could not wait anymore; he was trembling
and wanting a release of his body need.

	"Please, please, brother; suck my dick!" He pleaded near
sobbing. Françoise even without touching himself was also near his point of
not return. He took his brother balls into his mouth and sucked them for a
moment; a few seconds later he engulfed the little hard dick into his mouth
and sucked it eagerly, concentrating on the little head. Charlie could not
resist those caresses; he was breathing hard; his hand on his brother head
pushing down his blond head.  Suddenly he lifted his hips, stopped
breathing and a powerful groan came thru his dry throat as the near ten
years old boy received the impact of his dry orgasm. Françoise too, with a
couple of strokes started spurting his semen, his first shot landed on his
little brother tummy, the rest went into the bath tub bottom as he bent his
adolescent dick down. He collapsed on top of his little boy's tummy. A few
minutes later, he felt his little hands rubbing his head; he lifted it and
kissed his loved brother. He came a little bit down and licked his own
semen."

	"I love you brother." Do you want me to tell my secret?"

	"No if you have promised not tell it. Secrets must be kept as that
until the other person authorises you to release it; otherwise it will not
be a secret." The little boy hugged Françoise.

	"Thanks brother for helping me. It was beautiful. I have enjoyed it
as never before."

	"I will never do it to you again." The little imp smiled because he
knew his brother would do it again if he pleaded it. He then said:

	"How does it taste, Françoise?".

	"What, the white stuff?

	"Yes." Francis looked to his still near erected dick and with the
tip of his finger took a little of the remaining from his previous
ejaculations and put into his little brother tongue. He savoured it. "It is
a rare flavour, but no bad, a little salty." He kissed his brother again.

	"Let's shower. I'll soap you and then you will do it to me." He
nodded and both brothers did their cleaning and drying. Once they were
ready, he took in his strong arms his little brother and tucked him into
his bed. He kissed him good nights and left. Half an hour later, he heard
John to enter into his son's room. He was under the covers reading a little
book, a present from Nuria. John peeked thru the door, gave him good nights
and left after kissing his near asleep son.

The weekend finished; on Sunday afternoon, the family split
again. Françoise and Margarita went to their respective schools and Charlie
returned with his father to Paris. School also started for him. They
established a routine: his father took him very early to Margarita's home,
there he picked her up and returned to work. Boy and girl would remain at
home during half an hour before they walked to the school. When they
finished work, they would return to pick Charlie up, so she would not need
to take public transport.

On Wednesday, at lunchtime, she left for the hotel to meet Charles. He was
waiting for her because as soon as she arrived Mr. Jenkins introduced her
to his private office. Charles stood and for a few moments, he was
astonished, he could not believe what he was seeing. She came to his
rescue.

	"Sorry, Mr. Lambert, but you are not seeing a ghost. I am your
wife's twin sister. I expected Mr. McLain would have said about my
similarity to my sister Jeanette.

	"I am sorry Mrs. Martin, I certainly called him, but he did not
give me any clue how you looked like.

	"To start with, I must tell you her name was Jeanette, not
Margarita." She told everything about what she had learned in the orphanage
and legal steps taken by the Judge to legalize her sister name. Charles
kept silence while she was telling him all about their story. She ended
with her lovely eyes watering with tears as she told him: "I would like you
to answer me a few questions and to ask you a favour; I am ready to tell
you anything you want to know."

	"Mrs. Martin, first of all, you are my late wife's sister,
therefore my children aunt, so please, call me Charles and forget about
Mr. I am ready to answer your questions and your request.

	"Thank you. You have already made the favour that I wanted from
you; you have told me I am the aunt of your children; that is enough for
me. To see and hug them will come later.  However, you are not obliged, but
I would like to know why she left you and the children, I would have never
abandoned my sons. The nun, who had been her closest friend, knew
everything, she was her confident, however did not release a single word
about it, she only told me you were a gentleman, a good father and that she
dearly loved you. I believed her because that fit into what little Charles
said about you. He loves you as much as he loves his own father. That makes
things even more difficult to understand." Charles sighed; he remained
silence for a few moments and then said:

	"Thanks Margarita. There is an explanation and, believe me, I have
blamed myself thousands of times for her death."

	"You are not being fair with yourself; as far as I know, she was a
responsible and intelligent person. It was an accident, that's all."

	"Thanks again for your understandings, but it does not change the
facts. I was born rich and an only child. My father had a large fortune and
wanted an heir. He advised me I should marry a give him a grandchild; he
warned me if I had not a son or a daughter he would give all his fortune to
the Church. If he had said he would give his money for social activities or
for the poor, as it used to say, I would have done nothing. I was a
successful lawyer and had money enough for my living; but I hated black
dressed people who take their advantages to collect money from old
persons. I had and still have a close friend that is also a lawyer; we
thought about the strategy to follow, so I decided to get married. We went
to the orphanage and talked to the Superior. A few girls fitted into our
plans. We interviewed them and decided for Margarita, or Jeanette, as you
say. I talked her long and explained that I was homosexual, but I needed an
heir. I would give her a position, money, and a child to love if she gave
birth. I also said she could do her own life, only taking care not to
detract our name. I would admit as mine any child she might conceive with
another man, whenever we were not divorced.

Unconditionally, I would be ready to divorce her if she asked me. She could
take our future child to where she liked and time she wanted; however, my
only condition was that this had to be within France. Under no
circumstance, she would be allowed to take him or her abroad. She agreed
and a document was raised. We got married and ten months later, she had
twins, a boy and a girl; Françoise and Margarita. That fulfilled all my
expectations.

She was an excellent mother, however, when they were four she started to
make her own life, travelling to the South and making friends. After the
children 5th birthday, she left us. I did not see her again until I was
requested by the US authorities to recognize her corpse. I had left my
public career and devoted myself to be my children's mother and father- I
bathed and tucked them every night; I took and picked them to school
everyday until they went to a boarding school, only three years ago." He
paused for a moment. "Nevertheless, when she died I learnt my plan had
failed: she had fallen in love with me. That was not in our calculations
and I did not know it, otherwise I would have made love to her, but I felt
I would offend her as I understood she did not love me. Obviously I was
wrong, but I have known it too late, when John told me she refused several
times to marry him."

	"Charles, you should not blame yourself; unfortunately she also was
not sincere with you. Many misunderstandings happened; we know now the
results when it is impossible to rectify. I think we should look ahead and
lives our lives and especially to love and care her children. I am sure she
would have done the same otherwise."

	"In that case, Margarita, let's be a family. Now we need to agree
how and when you like to know your nephews. For my part I would like to
know your daughter as soon as you believe is the right moment. I want to
tell her how brave her father was."

	"Did you know him?

	"Yes, we worked in the same cell; he was a brave boy, and was the
cause he was awarded with the cross of "Legion d'Honeur" by the General De
Gaulle.

	"She will love to hear from someone who knew him. In fact I knew
very little about his war activities, only about the cross. This afternoon,
when we finish work, we will go to pick up Charlie; it will be a good
moment to know her. If you like.

	"I would much appreciate that." Then Margarita asked:

	"Do you have any picture here of Françoise and Margarita? I don't
know how they look like." Charles extracted a brown envelope and showed a
picture of Francis and Jim bare- chested with two medals hanging from their
neck, happily looking to the camera; and in other one showed the three
brothers: in the middle Charlie, sided by Margarita and Francis. Margarita
sighed. "Who is the boy near Françoise?"

	"He is his school's roommate and best friend, James Martinez, from
Spain. Practically this boy totally changed Françoise. Well, you will have
the opportunity to know him; he is a great boy."

They ended the meeting; Charles kissed Margarita on the cheeks as a
family. When work was over, he joined John and went to Margarita's
village. Charlie and Jeanette had finished school an hour before; during
this time they worked on their school home works and had a glass of milk
with biscuits. He heard his dad's car and went out, however he was greatly
surprised to see papa Charles; he hugged and kissed him, Jeanette remained
near the door, she kissed her mom and kept looking at the elegant man. Her
mother introduced her to him:

	"Jeanette, this is Charles Lambert, an old friend of your dad,
besides the father of your cousins Françoise and Margarita, therefore, your
uncle." The child eyes sparked when she heard that. She kissed him and
Charles was surprise by the features of this girl, very much the same as
his own daughter.

They visited the house that was near restored; expecting the works would
finish the following week; only it needed to be furnished.

John and Margarita continued working and everyday they were closer; both
felt the need to be together and to declare their mutual love. John decided
not to wait anymore, so he planned for the next Friday to ask her to marry
him; however, he had failed twice before and he wanted this time to be
absolutely sure. He did not want to lose his son under any circumstance, so
he would ask him first. She had remained as widow for the last three years
and they lived, not with luxury, but comfortable. On Thursday, when Charlie
showered, before going to bed, as usual he was naked but wrapped in a thick
gown. He sat on his dad's lap as he did every night. John did not know how
to start, however as Charlie was with his little head resting on his chest
he said:

	"Dad, I would like to ask you something."

	"What is it, son? Charlie doubted but he said:

	"Dad, do you like aunt. Mrs. Martinez? He rectified. His dad
grinned.

	"Yes, I like her very much. She is beautiful and very efficient."

	"I, I, would be very pleased if you married her." John squirmed in
delight as a teenager.

	"Are you serious? Do you like her, Charlie?"

	"Yes dad, a lot; she is so similar to mom."

	"Of course she must be, she is her twin sister." Charlie quickly
moved back from his dad chest.

	"How do you know it?

	"I know but I can't say how; besides I'm going to ask her if she
accepts to marry me."  Charlie could not believe what he was hearing. He
started kissing madly his father's face.

	"Oh dad, I am sure she will. I love her a lot. Sorry dad I did not
tell you, but she told me to wait.

	"Has she told you that she loves me?"

	"No, she has not, but my cousin Jeanette admires you a lot and she
told me she would be very happy having me as a brother and cousin at the
same time, so I am sure aunty Margarita has told her something." John
hugged his son, them he stood, went to the nightstand and showed Charlie a
little box.

	"Please, open it." Charlie opened and saw a lovely gold ring with a
green stone on it, John added: "I'll give it to her tomorrow, if she
accepts me."

	"Oh, dad! That would be fantastic. We would live in the new house
all together. Don't we?"

	"Those are my plans, son. They hugged and Charlie went to
bed. However a few kilometres away Margarita was having a similar
conversation with her daughter.

	"Jeanette, dad died three years ago, we have found our family and I
would like to give you a new father; however I will do nothing, if you
don't like him." The girl thought for a moment and then said:

	"Mom, we are very happy together, but for me it will be great if I
could live with Charlie.  We love him and now we will see Margarita and
Françoise. Why don't you ask his dad to marry you?" She smiled, kissed her
daughter and said:

	"You know that it is not considered of good education a woman asks
a man, on contrary..." The girl interrupted her.

	"But mom, he is very handsome! Don't you like him? She kissed her
child.

	"I like him very much." She said with a lovely grin. "To be honest,
I think it is the first time I love a man after your father." Then she
jumped and hugged her mom.

	"Will you accept him if he asks you?"

	"Sure, I will; daughter." They hugged and happily went to bed.

Next day, Friday, when they finished work, John and Margarita went to
collect their children and see the house that had been finished its
restoration; carpet, curtains, etc. were ready, except the furniture that
had been restored and polished, and a few items have been bought to
complete the old household goods. The building now looked brightly. They
picked up the children and entered into the house, Mr. Marat received them
with a wide smile.

	"John, the house is ready to be furnished. Tomorrow they will start
installing the old and new items. Bernard and I are satisfied with the job;
it is something we had planned long time ago, now our dream has come true.

	"Thanks Mr. Marat." Charlie and Jeanette run thru the different
rooms, however, what more interested them were the old cellar with many
bottles of all kind of wines and the loft. John took Margarita's hand and
as a child they went upstairs and started showing her the seven rooms and
new bathrooms. In a moment she looked thru the window, in front was her old
little house. She sighed and said:

	"It is a beautiful house to live in, John." John took her hands and
looked into those beautiful blue eyes."

	"Margarita, I love you and I would like to make true your dreams
living in it with me and our children. Do you want to marry me?" She was
now the one who looked at his eyes."

	"I would lie to you if I said no, because I love you from the first
moment I saw you. I know the children will love it, at least my daughter,
but I don't want to interfere in your relationship with you American
family. I am a poor girl. You should not forget that." John dragged her to
his chest and tenderly kissed her for the first time.

	"Margarita, I am an adult now, not a silly young lad as when I
asked your sister. Then my family influenced me and I committed a grave
mistake that near cost me my son's love; however today my family is my son;
my father does not count, and you well know how Charlie loves you." She
then returned the kiss.

	"I love you, John." John hugged her and kissed her several times.

	"Let's call the children." They were as teenagers with hands
entwined. He went to the door and shouted calling Charlie and Jeanette. In
seconds, they entered. "Charlie here is your new mom." Charlie run and
jumped into Margarita's arms. Jeanette, without waiting she did the same
with John. When they calmed down her happy manifestations, John said:

	"Margarita, we must celebrate this." He extracted the little box
from his jacket, opened it and placed the beautiful ring into her
finger. She kissed him again.

	"Thank you for this moment. Let's go home and have dinner, then we
will decide what to do next." They went downstairs and John said:

	"Tonight will be our night, so get ready because I will take you
somewhere."

	"What about the children?"

	"Don't you know anyone who can baby-sit them?"

	"A baby sitter? No. Jeanette is a very responsible girl and never
needed one when I was working late. I have two bedrooms just in case, but I
never needed the extra one."

	"Charlie is more or less the same. I think they will enjoy being
together a night." They transmitted the good news to Mr. Marat who
congratulated them. When they were leaving, John returned and, in a low
voice, he said:

	"Mr. Marat, if you live only a few years more, I will make your
dream come true; this house will be full of children."

	"Nothing will make me happier, John." The children had dinner
cooked by Margarita, they enjoyed the evening together and planned the
wedding. They left Charlie and Jeanette in the house advising they would
come late, so they must be good children and would phone them before they
were ready to go to bed. As Charlie had no pyjama, Margarita said:

	"What can we do?"

	"Oh, don't worry, he does not need any, he always sleep near
naked. Do you have a gown?

	"Yes, it is pink colour, for a girl"

	"I don't mind mom. I'm not going outside." They kissed the children
and left.

They went to dine to a restaurant in the old Paris and afterward to the
theatre. Margarita phoned them advising they would return in the
morning. So when the play finished, John said:

	"And now, what do you want, my beautiful blonde?"

	"I want to go to your hotel with you." She blushed as she
continued: "I want to restore my sister reputation, doing what she did not
do". He kissed her tenderly and went to his hotel.  That was their wedding
night; an aperitif of what the time to come reserved them.

Meanwhile Charlie and Jeanette had showered and cleaning their teeth and
were sat watching TV when their mom called them. When the program finished,
Jeanette put off the set and asked to his cousin:

	"What do you think they are going to do tonight? Mom never was
late, except when she was at work." Charlie smirked.

	"Well. They are in love, so the most natural is that they spend the
night making love."  Jeanette wide opened her lovely blue eyes; she was not
used to that type of conversation, thought she knew it.

	"Do you mean. making love as a wife and a husband?

	"Yes. That's normal, they fuck when they love each other, no matter
whether they are married or not."

	"Charlie, that's a strong word!" Do you. do you mean your dad is
putting his thing into mom?" She blushed and grinned at the same time.

	"I am sure he will fuck her; his thing is his penis or as we the
boys call it, his dick or cock." The girl now smiled but blushed.

	"We have talked many times amongst our friends in the school about
it; some have brothers and have seen one, but I have not seen any."

	"Do you want to see mine? It is not very large yet, but within a
few year it will be as Françoise's one; his is huge."

	"If, if, if you don't mind." The imp boy said wit a sly smile.

	"Of course I don't mind." With his conversation it has started to
get hard." Charlie then took off his gown and pulled down his short
underwear. A lovely fine dick popped up. She smiled.

	"Can. can I touch it?"

	"Please do it; also my ball sack, but don't squeeze them, they are
very sensitive."  Jeanette took his cousin cock between his fingers and
with her other hand she cupped the lose ball sack. She felt the hardness
and warmth of the boy's cock as well as the silky sensation of his ball
sack. "Pull it up and down slowly" Charlie instructed her cousin. She did
as instructed and the little boy moaned in pleasure. The girl surprised
herself; she thought might have hurt him.

	"Did I hurt you?"

	"Oh no! On contrary; it feels very, very good." She grinned
satisfied. He then took some saliva and covered the head. "Increase the
speed in order I receive the nice feeling." She did as instructed and could
observe how the boy started moaning, his eyes closed. She definitely
thought he was enjoying what she was doing. How could she participate? She
thought. The boy read her thoughts and extending his arms slipped his hand
under her pyjama upper part. She squirmed at his touch. Charlie rubbed her
chest and with care, he massaged the little nipples that as buttons had
started to grow announcing the girl puberty. They started breathing
involved in their lust, but they were not very comfortable. Charlie then
said: "Let's go to the bed." They did not doubt for moment. Hand and hand,
they run upstairs and jumped on the bed. "Take your clothes off." She
smiled with doubt, however Charlie said: "It is much better. I'll show you
how nice it will be." She reluctantly removed her clothes, it was the first
time she was naked in front of someone, except her mom, she left her
panties on.

	"How do you know this? You are very little." Before she could get
an answer Charlie planted a kiss on her lips. She was not surprised but she
change her opinion as she felt her cousin tongue trying to enter her mouth;
she opened wide her eyes but was enjoying their contacts. She parted her
teeth and amazingly, received his tongue inside her, starting to explore
it. She felt a tingly sensation in her groins and a great pleasure. She
sucked the little boy tongue and soon she took the initiative. After a few
minutes, they broke the kiss and Charlie immediately started licking and
sucking the little springs she had on her chest. She now moaned loudly.

	"Oh Charlie, that, that feels very nice." Charlie smiled, but he
was very near of his dry orgasm. As she was receiving pleasure, she speeded
up the pace of her cousin masturbation.  Charlie then scooted down licking
and sucking her bottom hole; she instinctively spread her legs and placed
her hands on tops of the boy's head, caressing his silky curly
hair. Charlie felt his dick touching her cousin cunt and he now remembered
what the girls did to him last Christmas on Normandy, however now his dick
had grown a little more. He removed the girl panties. When Jeanette felt
the boy's cock at the entrance of her vagina, an electricity warm discharge
went thru her body; she was now breathing heavily as much as her cousin;
she felt how he pushed down his cock and she felt the warmth of that little
sausage into her. Charlie could not resist as he received the impact of his
dry orgasm, collapsing on top her. She thought he had fainted.  She could
barely articulate:

	"Are. are you okay, Charlie?" He smiled.

	"Yes, I am okay." He thought: you will experience it in a few
minutes.

	"Please, resume and don't stop." He did as instructed; he continued
licking her tummy and placed his dick again into the girl's vagina. He was
on top of her and started moving up and down his dick. He pushed it harder
and noticed how it slid into her cousin's cunt, as it happened the last
time; however this time, when his cock was near buried into her, he noticed
how he could not continued. He pushed down hard; she was near her orgasm
for the first time on her short life, placed her hands on top of her cousin
butt and helped him down. She felt a sharp pain inside her as Charlie's
cock partially broke her hymen, however it soon disappeared, replaced by a
wave of pleasure she could not control. She raised her hips; stopped
breathing and an involuntary loud moan came thru her throat. Touched with
the same sensation Charlie again reached his second dry orgasm, but this
time he could not continued. The two children remained breathing; sweat
dripping their young bodies. When they recovered, Charlie kissed his
cousin.

	"I love you, Jeanette."

	"I love you, Charlie. It has been very, very nice. You won't tell
anyone, don't you?"

	"Are you mad, cousin?"  She smiled at her pretty boy. They chatted
for a few moments, but she liked a lot to explore him, that was a new
sensation for her. She rubbed his smooth chest, pinching his nipples;
finally, she placed her hand round the boy cock that started to get hard
again.

	"I love to touch you, Charlie. Your dick is so beautiful." She
blushed because she thought she would love putting that little sausage into
her mouth, however she did not dare to say it. Charlie then said:

	"I would like to suck again your tiny breasts."

	"I love it when I feel your tongue on them, but please be very
tender because it hurts if your bite them, even lightly." Charlie
understood as an invitation, he pushed her on her back and started kissing;
their tongues mixed and sucked each other. He left her lips and started
carefully on her little breasts. She moaned immediately as she felt that
discharge in her groins; instinctively she started rubbing her
clit. Charlie took an idea, he moved down and took a 69 position; he wanted
to lick her cunt. Se found in front of her what she had wanted and without
any doubt put his dick into her warm mouth. They moaned in pleasure but
Charlie felt the need to fuck her again. He turned around recovering his
original position. She spread her legs and the little boy rubbed her clit
with the tip of his prick. He carefully pushed his cock deep within her
hole, a moan escaped the girl's throat when she was penetrated, and Charlie
gasped as he felt the warmth walls of his cousin's vagina round his prick.
He placed his hands firmly on Jeanette's chest for support and balance, and
she helped him by placing both hands on Charlie's back.  When she was
ready, he started moving himself up and down with a steady pace; that sent
out waves and waves of pleasure all over her. They were one being,
conjoined at the hips and pleasuring each other with their bodies.

	"Uhg!!!, Uhg!!!," Jeanette moaned, "H.harder, harder."  Charlie
immediately complied and picked up the pace. He pumped Jeanette warm hole
with his prick, bringing it out all the way to the tip before slamming it
home again. "Don't stop, please, don't stop" The girl near yelled.  Charlie
moved himself up/down, fucking Jeanette with a frenzied tempo.  His balls
slapped against Jeanette's cunt; her head shook up and down
involuntarily. "Agh!!!  Aagh!!" She moaned. The bed was creaking
threateningly. The moans and grunts of the boy and girl and the hard sound
of skin slapping against skin, filled the room. After moments of hard
fucking, Charlie's body suddenly tensed and he pushed his hard prick all
the way in while closing his eyes and gritting his teeth, feeling something
growing deep inside of him that is ready to explode.  Jeanette sensed it,
and held Charlie's butt cheeks close with his hands as she felt the same
thing. Charlie's body shook and shook as he climaxed dryly in her cousin's
hole, and his body's vibration triggered Jeanette to shiver repeatedly in
her own kiddie orgasm.  The two shivered and shook for some time before
they finally relaxed, Charlie laying on top of Jeanette with his head on
her chest and his prick still in Jeanette's cunt.

Jeanette smiled and rubbed the back of Charlie's head, ruffling his hair
lovingly as they lay there quietly, sweat drenched, listening to the sounds
of their heart beats. Sleep was starting to overcome the two of them now,
and just before he closed his eyes, Jeanette said to Charlie

	"I never thought that was so lovely, brother." Charlie kissed her
tenderly."

	"I know, sister. I will never forget you." Jeanette smiled, cuddled
and drifted off to sleep.

The sun hit their blond angel hair as they woke up. She jumped from the bed
and went to the bathroom, and then she said:

	"Charlie, go to your bed, it must be seen you have slept in it." He
shrugged his eyes and grinned.

	"It would be lovely if you come with me." She patted his butt,
kissed him and said:

	"Was it not enough?" He guiltily answered:

	"Yes. It has been a lovely night. I love you sister but it never is
enough. She grinned satisfied.

	"I love you, too, brother". They went into their respective
beds. Two hours later, their parents woke them up when they came into their
rooms. It was near 11:00 am.

During the following weeks, workers introduced and installed the household
goods, so the house was ready to be occupied by its habitants. Some weeks
later, November 1st, Friday, would be Charlie birthday. In France is a
catholic feast. John and Margarita arranged all paperwork for their legal
marriage and planned for the same weekend, so the children would not need
to lose any school. They would spend their honeymoon working and enjoying
their new lovely house and would go to US next summer. Everything had been
arranged with Charles to meet Margarita and Françoise. They were anxious to
know the rest of their family. That Friday was a French national holiday,
so they left school on Thursday, and the birthday was due on Friday. Carl
picked up Jim, Margarita and Francis on Thursday after finishing classes
and travelled directly to Normandy. Charlie was not there, he would arrive
next morning. However, Jim found his little wife there, and when the car
arrived Margarita run into her young husband arms. Wit their hands entwined
they entered into the house to greet his father and Mama Moirés. After a
lovely night together the couple was beaming of happiness. After breakfast
Uncle Carls told them:

	"Charlie wouldn't arrive until midday and we need you to go and see
how the boat is being launched, we cannot go."

	"That's fantastic. Can we sail, uncle Carl?" Margarita asked.

	"I don't think so. She need to be fitted with new navigation
instruments, however, next time she will be ready. We plan to take her to
Spain next summer." Sister and brother could not be happier; Jim was not a
seaman, but all Margarita liked he was ready to learn.

	"We will be here before Charlie arrived. We want to give him the
news about the boat."  In fact it was trick in order to send them away;
Charlie and the rest of the new family would arrive just half an hour
later. The boys and girl took the bikes and pedalled to the village's
harbour. A few hours later they returned, the three were enthusiastically
received by Charlie who hugged and kissed them as they congratulated them
for his 10th birthday.

That afternoon, before lunch, all the family, including Jim, was sat in the
large living room, facing the library, waiting to entry into the dining
room. Charlie stood and called their attention, when all were silent, he
said:

	"Margarita, Françoise, I told you I had a secret, it has been very,
very difficult to keep it, especially with you Francis." Francis blushed
remembering the wonderful blowjob he made to his little brother, however,
the rest believed something different. He continued: "In a few minutes I'll
tell you and I think it has been worthwhile. Besides, this year there will
not be any physical presents, fortunately we have everything, but a
different one that we are sure you will love."

Margarita and Françoise were expectant because from this little imp they
could expect anything.  Charlie stood and entered in the library, they
could hear some steps and suddenly he appeared in the door, giving his hand
to Margarita who was giving hers to her daughter. Françoise and Margarita
jumped up from their seats, their mouths wide open and their skin got
white, they were near to faint; both at unison said:

	"It can't be!!! It is impossible!!!" Their father stood put his
arms round his children saying:

	"It is not a ghost; she is your mom's twin sister, Margarita and
her daughter Jeanette, your cousin. Please welcome them; you will have time
for questioning." Charlie was smiling wickedly. Margarita and Françoise
could not believe what they were seeing. They doubted but stepped
forward. Margarita opened her arms hugging and kissing them. Tears of joy
flooding her beautiful eyes. In that moment, the twins felt the same smell,
same hair, same face, and same tenderness. The children could not help as
their memories came into their hearts with their mother's. They started to
sob on their aunt chest. Margarita caressed their hair as she murmured:

	"Mon petit coeurs, mon petit coeurs"

That even worsened the situation as had happened with Charlie. Françoise
was the first to come to reality. He hugged back his aunt, still his eyes
covered with tears. As he saw Jeanette looking at him, he bent in front of
the little girl and kissed her.

	"It seems I have a beautiful cousin and I did not know." Jeanette
had stopped her tears, but when she heard it, she hanged from his cousin
neck and kissed him on the lips lightly as she blushed. Margarita still was
sobbing on her aunt chest. She then said:

	"Sorry aunty, we never thought you existed." She hugged her cousin
and the group joined the rest. They sat near and started questioning about
everything for a long time. Before they entered in the dining room, she
said:

	"Margarita, I suppose that handsome boy sat in the corner is Jim,
your boyfriend.  Please, I suppose you can introduce him to us." Margarita
blushed took Jim from his hand and dragged to her.

	"Aunty Margarita, this is James Martinez, from Spain. He is the man
to whom I love and he loves me." She did not express the normal formula
that an educated girl would do. They greeted and when aunt and niece were
alone, she said:

	"Thank daughter for being brave right from the beginning with
Jim. He is a very handsome boy and I am sure you will be very happy with
him. She looked at her mother's sister and kissed her.

	"Thanks mom for your approval." They felt as if they were been
together the whole time.  Margarita looked into her new mom eyes and asked:
"Mom, you are still young and beautiful, what about you?" The woman blushed
as a teenager, she then said:

	"I'm going to advance you some news that John will transmit to the
rest of the family this evening. We are getting married next Sunday. It
would take place in the orphanage's chapel.  The girl kissed her aunt-mom,
as she called her, but she could not wait. She called Francis and Jim and
told them the news. All congratulated the couple and she then added: "Since
I am a widow, we will celebrate it strictly within the family. We expect
the arrival of John's father tomorrow. Charlie knows everything about."
Next day Charlie went to Paris' airport to receive his granddad.

					Epilogue
					========

Francis, Margarita, Jeanette and Charlie expressed their wish to see their
grandparent's grave.  The following day all family went to the small
village and visited it. There, they could see her mom name carved on the
white marble; this time as Jeanette, not as Margarita. They agreed to leave
things, as they were, not moving anything, so their mom had two graves, one
in France and other one in California.

Charlie, Jeanette, mom Margarita, as they called her, and his dad, went to
live in the new house. Charlie and Jeanette continued enjoying their
love-making whenever they had an opportunity, at least for the next nine
months when the triplets arrived to this world, one boy and two girls,
named John, Margaret and Jane. A year later would come a boy, Steve as his
grandpa and the son of Mr. Marat.

After that time, Jeanette started looking at older boys' crotches and they
forgot their sexual encounters. On the other hand, Joan came to Orleans two
years later; from that moment, they were as Frankie and John, or as Jim and
Francis had been, inseparable pals. After finished University in France,
they went to US. Today they are well known Neurologist surgeons, obliged to
perform operations and give conferences round US. They married two blond
twins and have two twin boys each; Charlie's with blond hair and Joan's
brown haired boys with blue eyes.  However, from time to time they meet and
enjoy their mutual love. Charlie never changed his surname; however, he
always kept his double nationality; he equally loved both countries.

Francis and Nuria married very soon, he was 22 and she 21. They have a
litter of blonde-haired boys and girls. Nuria loves her husband and she
gave him no opportunity to fuck someone else; and he is very happy with his
gang. She gave birth every year, the first year twins, a boy named Charles
and a girl named Rose Mary. The second year two real twin boys, named
Francis and Jim. The third year a beautiful brown haired boy named Frank;
and finally fourteen months later came again a boy and a girl; they
christianised them with name of John and Nuria, respectively.  Francis
finished his career as a textile engineer and started as a partner in his
friend fashion company. Later he inherited the firm and himself and part of
his children, especially his adored and favourite gay son John, runs it:
John is the cleverest of all.

Jim and Margarita married in the same ceremony as Francis and Nuria did,
however, they waited later to start a family. Jim was a food engineer and a
successful cuisine chef and writer.  His first book was published three
year later after he started school, in cooperation with the school's
chef. Now he is a famous cook and writer round the world, however he is
mostly dedicated to his family and work as General Operation Manager in
Charles' Company.  Margarita went to the University and graduated as
Economist. She runs the Financial and Planning part of her father and Uncle
Carl Companies; this give them the opportunity to be all the time together;
the problem is they must travel frequently; but don't mind because they are
young and very fond to take their children with them. When they were 26
came their first baby, a boy who was named Charles, as they had promised
Charlie who is his godfather. A year later came two real blond twins; they
named Frankie and John; so, they were their godfathers. A year later came
their most beautiful boy, a Frankie's copy. He was named Jacques, the
French name for James. Five years later, when they had discarded any more
children, came the lovely freckled blonde that makes his father mad, her
name is Margarita.

The End.