Date: Tue, 05 Aug 2003 22:49:25 +0000
From: Jo Vincent <joad130@hotmail.com>
Subject: Aladdin's Awakening:  Part 55

Usual Disclaimer: If you are not of an age to read this because of the laws
of your country or district please desist.  If you are a bigot or
prod-nosed fundamentalist of any persuasion find your monkey-spanking
literature elsewhere and keep your predilections and opinions to
yourself. Everyone else welcome and comments more than welcome.

This is a very long tale.  It unfolds over a good number of years.  What is
true, is true: what is not is otherwise.

			    ALADDIN'S AWAKENING

				    By

				   Joel


				CHAPTER 33

				 Part One

			 Saturday 12th August 1944

I was glad to see Pa standing on the platform at Kerslake Station when our
train finally puffed its way in.  We had caught our connections with time
to spare but the last part of the journey was very slow as we were held up
for about an hour while two long tanker trains rolled down our line and
changed tracks onto the proper line about half a mile along.  All this was
due to a broken-down engine on the other line a couple of miles further on.
That train was full of soldiers who didn't sound very pleased from the
fruity language they were using when they shouted at us hanging out of the
window of our train as we passed them.  `Couple of grinning bastards' was
the least offensive epithet although `bloody wogs' meant little to us as we
just didn't realise how sun-tanned we appeared to others..

     So, hot and hungry, we jumped off the train dragging our bags behind
us onto the platform.  Pa came hurrying up.

     "Hey, you two," he greeted us, "I've brought the car!  Essential
journey, I thought!  How are you?"

     I had rehearsed what I was going to say as soon as I got home
expecting to have to walk so seeing Pa mangled my practised script.  I
whipped round to see Pa who stuck out a hand and gave Matt a friendly pat.

     "Oh dad!" I began, "Hey, Uncle Edward's getting married and we're
related to the Crossleys!"

     Pa held up a hand.  "First things first!  I know those two things.
How are you two?"

     Both of us tried to talk at once saying we were OK and we'd had a
wonderful time.  Pa laughed and we were ushered to the station forecourt
and into the back seats of the car.

     I was still trying to tell him about the discoveries and so on as he
started up the engine.

     "You're quite the chatterbox now, Jacko, wait until we get home, I'm
sure Matt doesn't want to hear it all again."

     Suitably chastened I shut up and Matt put his hand above my knee and
squeezed.  I winced.  I'll get the grinning bastard I thought, I'll squeeze
his knackers, I'll...

     Pa was speaking over his shoulder.  "You're mother was coming with me,
Matt, but Julia's fallen over and sprained her ankle so she's being fussed
over."

     Matt did grin.  There seemed to be little love lost between brother
and sister.  Pa went on to say about her accident and that filled the time
getting to Matt's house. Anyway, his mother was pleased to see him when we
dropped him off, even more so, I think, when she saw the box of eggs he was
carefully carrying.  She even hugged him as he tried not to have the box
squashed.

     As soon as I got indoors Ma hugged me too.  Absence makes the heart
grow fonder I suppose!

     "He doesn't half rabbit on!" Pa started.

     Ma let go of me.  "And I suppose he tried to tell all his news and you
talk of rabbits!"

     We all laughed.  Ma sometimes didn't quite get English idiom.

     Pa wasn't deterred.  "When I saw the pair of them get off the train I
nearly said I didn't know I was collecting a pair of Hottentots, then I
remembered Matthew was born in Africa and might think I was casting
aspersions on his ancestry.  But, gosh, Jacko, what have you been doing?  I
daren't ask if it's all over!"  He laughed.

     "Naturally," I said and they both dissolved in laughter again.  A son
who confessed to sunbathing in the nude wasn't something come across most
days.  "But don't you want to hear all the news?"

     Ma was back on an even keel now.  "We know about Uncle Edward and
something about the Crossleys and there's a letter for you from Mrs
Crossley and I had one from Lady Bing.  But don't you want something to eat
first, it's most uncharacteristic of you."

     Oh, Ma, you certainly use English authoritatively when you need!
`Uncharacteristic', that's a mouthful and I needed more than one mouthful.

     Tea was laid up in the breakfast room.  Ma scrambled some of the eggs
I had been given by Grandpa and I was soon munching away while Pa was
perusing the Wills and the more neatly prepared family tree which Grandpa
had produced a couple of nights before.

     Ma came in and was eating when Pa looked up.  I had finished my
plateful and was attacking a sticky bun.

     "I always thought there was something wrong with young Jacko here."

     Ma and I stopped eating and stared at him.  What did he mean?  He just
grinned at us.

     "Comes of cousins marrying.  Known as incest. Has dreadful effects on
the offspring!"

     He tapped the side of his head, made an idiotic looking face and
bobbed his head from side to side.

     Ma shot him a horrified look.

     "I am not your cousin!" she expostulated.

     "Oh, yes you are!" both Pa and I said almost in unison.

     Ma looked a bit taken aback.  Then she nodded.  She pointed at Pa.

     "If what your brother has found out is true and we are both descended
from a Crossley somewhere up there..." She gestured skywards.
".....then...."

     "That make's us something like third cousins if I've got it right,"
said Pa nodding.  "Old William Crossley was great-great-grandfather to both
of us."  He looked carefully at the tree.  "One daughter married a
horny-handed son of the soil, a Thomson no less, and the other..," He
tapped the paper on the table.  "...and the other, according to what my
brother told me on the telephone, was seduced by a Frenchman named
Fontane..."

     I collapsed in giggles.  Ma looked daggers at Pa.

     "A Fontane would never do that!" she said emphatically and
defensively.
  "And there's nothing wrong with Jacko!!"

     "I hope not," I said.

     Pa laughed.  "I doubt it.  You've got quite a pedigree, Jacko.  Good
English farming stock on one side...," He bowed his head towards Ma next to
me.  "....and French joie de vivre, or the result of the eau de vie her
grandfather used to ply me with before I married his grand-daughter!  That
was seductive!"

     Ma laughed at this point. "Seductive?"  She looked at me.  "Your
father is just boastful.  Grandpere Jacques was eighty-six when he died so
the eau de vie was good for him!  Seductive, for him?"  She pointed at
dad. "Non!  But we are cousins?"

     With that Ma burst into tears.  I couldn't do anything else but turn
to her and give her a big hug.

     "Mum, cheer up, I'm so happy we're all one family."

     She nodded.  "I'm alright, it's marvellous - I just couldn't believe
it."

     She hugged me back.  She was calmed down now.

     "I've got to tell you something about what happened at Ulvescott," I
said, rather tentatively.

     I had rehearsed a version of the visits to Ulvescott, especially Tom's
involvement and the incident when the trio were about to subject me to
unknown indignities, plus Bran taking us to the grave.  There was lots to
tell even in a bowdlerised version and I had learned that word when Rhys
had told us about Thomas Bowdler and his expurgated revision of Shakespeare
for tender ears.

     Ma and Pa sat in silence while I went through the account from the
grave, to the howling, to Tom calling me Piers, plus the evident likenesses
of the photographs and the birthmarks.  When I finished there was a few
moments of silence then Pa spoke up.

     "Have you discussed any of this with Tom?" he asked.

     I shook my head.  "I couldn't but I could say things now Uncle Edward
had found out all these connections."

     Pa smiled and nodded sagely.  "Actually, your Uncle told me all the
story over the telephone the other evening from his memory of what you'd
told him and the others.  Tom's away at Boys' Brigade camp but I did talk
to Morag Buchanan about it."  He held up a hand.  "It's alright, Jacko, she
understands.  She said she wasn't surprised about Tom.  She said her mother
was renowned for having the second sight, as they call it in the Highlands,
and she thinks Tom may have inherited it.  She told me of a couple of
instances where he'd said things which he couldn't have known before.  He's
a canny lad, as his mother said.  However, she would rather you didn't say
too much to him.  See if he wants to talk about it but she says he doesn't
really remember when he does this sort of thing."

     I stared at Pa while he was saying this.  How could Tom do this.  It
was a gift, I supposed.  I wouldn't want to upset him so any explanations
from him would have to wait.

     "She said Duncan had no second sight at all.  In fact, he rather
pooh-poohed the idea until Tom starting describing a place which could only
be India and said his dad was OK.  It turned out Mr Buchanan had been
posted to India but on arrival had been in a car and lorry accident.  His
driver was badly injured but he wasn't hurt."  Pa shook his head.  "It was
two months later when they heard about it and Tom had forgotten he had
described the incident.  Duncan said then that Tom had told him several
things as a small boy and he knew they were true so he believed him now."

     "I didn't know what to say to Tom, but I won't mention anything now
unless he talks about it," I said, "But what about Bran?"

     Pa said it was a good idea not to say anything to Tom unless he raised
it and I wondered how Tom would get on having such a gift.  He said he
didn't know about the dog, that was strange. I let that rest because in my
mind were other things as well.

     "Do Mrs Crossley and Mr Marcham know about all this?"  I asked,
pointing at the family tree paper in front of Pa.

     "Not to worry, they all know.  Your Uncle wrote to both of them and
your grandfather has sent them copies of the Wills and the tree, at least
on the Crossley side.  Your friend Tony only knows you and he are related.
He's at his grandmother's at the moment.  The main news for us is that Mrs
Crossley has invited your mother and me to visit Ulvescott next weekend,
but there's more news for you."

     'Mother and me'!  What about me?  Well, the next news was staggering
as Ma took over.

     "I've had a letter from Mrs Crossley and another from Lady Bing and
this is yours from Mrs Crossley."  She produced two opened letters and a
sealed one which she passed to me.  "Go on," she urged, "Open it."

     The letter was several pages long and it took a few minutes to read
and digest.  She welcomed me to the family then went on to say how struck
she had been of the resemblance between me and her son.  This was even more
so after hearing from Uncle Edward and she was so glad I found Ulvescott to
be a happy place and I was welcome at any time as she knew it was home for
me.  The letter then went on to say about Lady Bing.  She had been at the
memorial service in Kerslake Cathedral the previous week for the Reverend
Campion as she was related to his wife and was very impressed by the
contribution to the service by John and Timothy Parker who played the slow
movement from a cello sonata by Brahms.  She had asked to meet them but
John had to be at his call-up barracks two days after, so, in discussion
with Mrs Crossley, Timothy and I were invited to stay at Ulvescott and he
could visit Lady Bing at Ashburn House.

     Ma and Pa were grinning as I finished the letter.  Ma handed me the
one from Lady Bing which reiterated the invitation and said she was sorry
she could not accommodate us at Ashburn House because of the shortage of
staff as there was a war on.  However, dear Mary Crossley had offered to
have rooms for us.

     Ma said all was arranged.  Timothy (I couldn't tell her if I called
him that he would most probably thump me as he didn't even like being
called Tim!) and I were catching the bus to Ulvescott on Monday morning and
would stay until Sunday evening as Ma and Pa were coming on Saturday and we
would all be coming back by car on Sunday evening.  I was to go and see
Tim(othy) tomorrow to sort everything out and I had been invited to lunch
by Mrs Parker.

     So that was that!  I had to be clean, tidy, well-dressed for lunch
tomorrow and have all my things clean for the visit to Ulvescott.  I had to
strip off completely and sat in my dressing-gown during the evening while
Ma washed and Pa smoked his pipe and asked me to go over the story again..
I escaped to the comfort of my bed while it was still light and wanked
myself twice thinking of my poor lonely self and lonely Matt and poor Piers
and what did the future hold?

                         *

     Lunch with Mrs Parker and Tim went well.  Tim played the piano after
and then his mother played the cello part, which his brother had played at
the cathedral, with him accompanying.  Mrs Parker said she wasn't anywhere
as good as John but it sounded marvellous to me.  Mrs Parker embarrassed
Tim a bit by saying that the Bishop and the Head Beak had both been most
complimentary after the service and, obviously, Lady Bing had been most
impressed.  To change the subject Tim said that his brother hoped to get
into a military band while in the army so he'd learned to play the clarinet
in six weeks to give himself another instrument.  Whew!  Tim and I then
arranged to meet up at the Bus Station in the morning and if I thought Matt
was apprehensive at times poor Tim seemed even more so.

                         *

     On the journey Tim asked me countless questions about Ulvescott and
what Lady Bing was like.  I teased him a bit by saying her daughter was a
Duchess and they both looked a bit stern but we'd had sandwiches with the
crusts on when Tom and I visited them!

     After disembarking from the ancient bus Tim was looking around at the
cottages in the village, mainly thatched and looking very Olde Englishe,
then stared at the rather imposing gates to Ulvescott Manor which, luckily,
had not been sacrificed to the War Effort.  He stared even more at Bran who
was waiting, sitting up looking through the bars in an imperious manner.  I
opened the small gate and went in.  I stood by Bran who raised a paw and I
shook it.  I then said I had another friend visiting and introduced Tim.
He looked a bit scared but, very bravely, shook Bran's paw.  I dropped to
my knees and put my arms round Bran's neck and I'm afraid I cried.  Bran
stood still and when I let go he licked my hand very gently as if he knew
how I felt.

     I had already explained to Tim about Uncle Edward's findings and some
of the things about Ulvescott and me but he was rather taken aback at
Bran's next action as, when I stood up, he reared up and put his paws over
my shoulders and just stood with his head over one of his paws.  Gosh, he
was heavy, but I knew I mustn't move.  I knew this was his doggy way of
welcoming me to the family and the family home.

     The next welcome was even more emotional.  Mrs Crossley was waiting at
the front door which was wide open. She hugged me and cried and Miss Pike
appeared in the background and by offering her a large handkerchief managed
to prise me from her grasp.  It was all talk and telling of the story again
round a table in the breakfast room where a mountain of cold chicken
pieces, new bread and gorgeous pickles, were brought in by a beaming Mrs
Brown and a scurrying Dora who stared at me with wide open eyes.

     Tim had no time to be apprehensive.  After having a huge lunch he was
led to the grand piano in the drawing-room where he launched into the first
movement of a Beethoven Sonata which sounded wonderful. After that there
was no stopping him, he played continuously for about two hours.  Mrs
Crossley was so happy.

     I had taken our bags up to Piers' room after lunch as Mrs Crossley
said she assumed we would want to share it.  As soon as I went in I just
stood and said silently to myself that I was glad I could share the room
with Piers and his memory and he would never be forgotten.  The window was
open because it was a hot day.  At that moment the curtain fluttered even
though there seemed to be no breeze.  I smiled - I was home.

     While Tim was playing I went for a wander round outside with Bran in
attendance.  I went straight round to the wood cutting barn but found no
one.  I then discovered Hans hoeing a large vegetable patch.  He had no
shirt on and his dungarees were held up by a piece of string tied round his
waist.  He too had been taking advantage of the sun and with his fair hair
and light skin he had gone a golden brown.  Bran gave a soft 'woof' as we
approached so Hans turned and on seeing me smiled an expansive smile.  We
chatted for ages as he hoed, me following him up the rows and trying to
tell him all my story in my best possible German.  He laughed when he heard
I was related to the Crossleys and he said he would look forward to meeting
my mother at the weekend and he would tell Herr Vogel because of my
grandfather.

     I explained that I had brought another friend, Tim, and he was going
to play the piano for Lady Bing.  Hans explained that Herr Vogel had gone
to work for her for a couple of weeks trying to get her vegetables in
order.  I promised to bring Tim to see him the next day but he would have
to practice his English as Tim would only know German words from musical
instructions like Langsam and Schnell!

     When I got back to the Manor Tim was already drinking tea and chatting
with Mrs Crossley who said she had so enjoyed listening to him.  After a
cup of tea and a bun I took Tim up to the bedroom to have a wash and change
into trousers out of shorts ready for the evening meal.  He was very
impressed with the room and we spent quite a time looking at the
photographs.  He remarked quite spontaneously how I and Piers resembled
each other.  Unpacking didn't take long, but when I put my trousers on I
noticed straight away how much I'd grown even in the past month.  My
trousers were getting a bit short in the leg at Speech Day, now, only that
short time later I was showing more sock.  I eased the waist band down over
my hips a bit and hoped Ma would be able to do something before I started
school again.  Clothes rationing and coupons were a nightmare - but,
luckily, I thought there was an old pair of Chris Gardiner's in the
wardrobe which I hadn't tried on yet.

     Dinner that evening was a bit of a pain.  There was Mrs Crossley, Miss
Pike, Tim and me and two of the Land Army Girls.  Elizabeth, who had
twitted Tony on a previous visit, really excelled herself with her
snobbishness.  Her father, it turned out, was a Canon at Kerslake Cathedral
and, of course, Tim's father was only a Lay Vicar, that is, a member of the
permanent choir, but was away in the Army.  Elizabeth was laying it on
thick about how important her father was and how wonderful it was having a
house in the cathedral Close when Tim quietly said he had always found
Canon Tilson to be such a nice man, most interested in music, as he met him
often when he went for lessons with Dr Baines who was deputising for the
cathedral organist.  It shut her up for a while but she excelled herself
later.  At Mrs Crossley's instigation I had been telling the tale about the
family tree as they had only heard a bit about it from Miss Pike.  Miriam,
the other Land Girl, smiled at me when I got to the end.

     "I've always thought there must be a connection," she said, "I've
looked at that photograph of Piers in the drawing-room and you are so like
him."

     Elizabeth struck again.  "Does this mean you are more entitled to this
place than Mrs.  Crossley's nephew?"

     I was a bit taken aback and Mrs Crossley shot her a sharp look.

     "Jacko and his family are always welcome here," she said levelly,
"Whoever inherits this place when I'm dead and gone is not a matter for
discussion!"

     What did she mean?  That response certainly shut Elizabeth up for the
rest of the meal.

     After dinner Mrs Crossley asked Tim to play again and at least
Elizabeth had the grace to listen and to thank him afterwards.  The two
girls left and the two ladies sat as Tim told them he wanted to be a
professional musician and was applying to go to music college when he left
school.  Of course, he added, that depended whether this war would go on
for ever.  Mrs Crossley said the news was good and getting better as she
had heard on the six o'clock news of landings in the south of France.  She
then said she'd had to provide a statement for the police, which would be
used by the prosecution, about the finding of the black-market goods in her
cellar.  Ex-Sergeant Higgs was certainly in the mire!  The ladies then
settled down to play cards while Tim and I went out into the grounds -
once, apparently lawned, but now almost all under some sort of cultivation.

     Tim sighed.  "You are so lucky knowing such nice people, except for
that Lizzie Tilson.  I remember Dad saying once about how could Canon
Tilson have such an obnoxious brat as a child."  He smiled.  "But, it's
lovely here, I like it.  I hope Lady Bing is as nice!"

     We went back indoors about nine o'clock and as the ladies were still
playing cards we said we would go up to bed.  As it was still very warm we
stripped down to our underpants and sat on the window seat by the open
window.  I got Piers' diaries out and we read through them.  Tim was amused
about the code.

     "Crumbs!" he said after he'd totted up one week's entries. "He
certainly liked it."  He looked at me cannily. "More times than me."

     Um?  We would see about that!  Anyway, reading the diaries more
carefully showed that Piers must have been a very nice, intelligent lad,
interested in many things.  He knew lots about the wild-life on the estate
and although he went shooting he noted all sorts of things about animals
such as badgers and the occasional deer.  He noted several times attending
concerts in London and visits to play for Lady Bing.  I noted his school
was called the Imperial Service College, and that was the name of the
school that Uncle Edward said his soon-to-be step-sons went to.

     As dusk began to fall we washed and, under Tim's watchful eye, I
stripped completely and climbed into bed.  Naturally, as my underpants came
off my already stiff cock was revealed.

     "Come on!  Bed!" I said.

     He seemed a bit hesitant as he had laid his pyjamas neatly on the
pillow on his side of the bed. He slipped off his pants and climbed in next
to me.

     "Don't usually sleep in the buff," he said.  "Our house gets pretty
cold at times."

     "Warm enough here, though," I said, turning to face him.  He turned at
the same time.  Our knees clashed as we had both drawn them up slightly.
Just the feel of that touch gave me an even harder prick.  He smiled at me.

     "I don't usually sleep with anyone.  John and I have always had
separate rooms so he can practice in peace.  I expect I snore or something,
anyway."

     I wriggled in the bed, our knees touched again.  I put a hand out and
placed it on his bare thigh.  Gosh, he was quite hairy as I felt the
fuzziness under my fingers.

     "I usually sleep alone, too," I said, "I don't have a brother, but
I've shared a bed a good few times with cousins or others."

     I could see the look on his face.  He was taking in that statement
very carefully.

     "I've only ever slept in a bed with my brother and that hasn't been
often.  But I have slept in a tent with others on Scout camps."

     I noted he hadn't moved my hand from his thigh.  I moved it up a bit
until it was on his hip.  I beat a little tattoo on his protruding bone.
He wriggled a bit closer and put a hand on my hip.  He repeated the tattoo.

     "That's the opening of the last movement of Schubert's Fifth
Symphony," he whispered.  He tapped again and hummed at the same time,"Di
da-da di-di da-da di-di di-di diddle-diddle dah-ah."  I was amazed.
Schubert?  "Do you know it?" he asked.

     "I don't think so," I replied, desperately trying to think.  I
supposed I must have heard it.  I listened most evenings to my wireless
especially if there was a concert on and if I twiddled the dial I could get
stations such as Hilversum which I had discovered was in Holland.  I
explained that I had probably heard it but I didn't recognise it.

     "Funny thing, musical memory," he said.  "I only have to hear a tune
or a piece of music once and I seem to know it.  Dad's the same.  He wanted
to go to music college but his family couldn't afford it - they were miners
- but someone gave him singing lessons and he sang a solo in a performance
of the Messiah when we were in Wales and was offered a post here at the
cathedral because of that.  I miss Dad.  I suppose he'll be back some day."
He paused.  "I miss John, too, and he's only been gone a week or so."

     "Yankee Doodle Dandy," I said.

     He thumped me lightly on he leg.  "Yeah!  He reminded me of that
afternoon many times.  Always wanted to know my score! I said it was only
you and couple of others."

     Unh!  I'd better not tell him my score was over thirty so far and I
was not quite fifteen and he would be sixteen in November.  Anyway, my dick
was still at full stretch and was beginning to ache.  I lowered my hand
from his hip and brushed it across his belly.  I felt rough hair against my
knuckles and he flinched a bit.  Not deterred, I ran my hand upwards and
the back of my hand just glanced against his own erect rod.  I turned my
hand and grasped the last three inches of a much more hefty cock than it
had been not so long ago.

     "Gosh, Tim, you've grown," I said taking the shaft in my fist and
running my almost closed palm down to his pubes. He must have got a good
six inches now.  Thin, whippy and long.  He flinched again as I pulled down
rather sharply to unsheathe his knob end from his foreskin.  I quickly put
my towel between us and he turned onto his back and
  began to breath quite heavily as I beat his skinny long pole.  It took
quite a while before he started to jerk and judder in the bed beside me
then his spunk poured out.  It didn't spurt, it was as I had noticed
before, very, very thick and it dripped out of his slit as I gripped his
rod.

     He recovered his breath and his senses.  "Wow!" he said earnestly,
"It's never like that when I do it.  God, that was good."

     I wiped his lower stomach area with the towel.

     "Try me," I said.

     He turned and gripped my shaft.

     "Gosh!" he murmured, "You're thicker than I am."

     He wanked me slowly but strongly and in the gathering dusk he watched
as my spunk spurted over my chest and onto my neck.  Like all the others he
commented on the amount of stuff I produced.  I mopped myself.

     I turned to him and put an arm over his shoulder.

     "I don't think that matters," I said, "It's what goes on before it
comes out, eh?"

     He chuckled lightly.  "You're right.  What you did just now was
glorious."

     We talked for a few minutes, he reiterating how marvellous this place
was and weren't Mrs Crossley and the other lady nice and wasn't that Lizzie
Tilson a real cow!

     On that happy note we settled down and the next thing I knew it was
morning.

                              *
     Tuesday the arrangements were for us to go over to Ashburn House in
the morning where Tim would stay and play for Lady Bing.  I said I would
come back to the Manor as he could find his own way back ready for dinner
in the evening.  In fact, it worked out marvellously.  I went with him the
first day but for the rest of the week he went by himself appearing tired
but happy about half five each afternoon.  He was not only playing things
he knew for her but she asked him to go through operas and songs she had
sung when she was a professional singer.  He said that although she would
be ninety next month she could still sing a bit.  He came back each day
with copies of operas and all sorts of other music.  He was quite
entertaining at dinner in the evenings as he said Lady Bing has known all
sorts of famous musicians and when she spoke of Sir Arthur and Sir Edward
she had known both Sullivan and Elgar.  Her husband had been a woollen
manufacturer up North somewhere and had financed lots of concerts and so on
so she had met and sung for numerous of these musicians.  He said he was
learning so much as she was taking him through operatic works very
carefully showing how she had learned the roles and how they had been
directed.  And, as for that piano!  He couldn't praise it enough.

     He said that the Duchess had to restrain her mother and make her rest
after lunch and he had found her to be interesting as well.  She was
actually very musical and while mother was resting he and the Duchess
played duets.

     I spent the week exploring around the estate and looking at the things
growing in the fields with Bran but also spent a lot of time talking to
Hans.  Talking in German for several hours a day really increased my
facility and on the Friday Herr Vogel turned up so I had an hour or so of
French with him.  He was so pleased he would be meeting my mother on
Saturday.

     Every night Tim thanked me for bringing him here.  I pointed out he
had been invited because of what Lady Bing had heard he could do.  And,
every night was the same.  We had a single wank, exactly like the first
night.  I tried to see if he was interested in anything further but even
when I tentatively licked his knob end he, I think, just thought it was a
bit odd.  I desisted after that.  Of course, once a night wasn't sufficient
for horny young Jacko.  Thursday night at about two a.m. I slipped out to
the lav and tossed myself off as I was restless, tossing and turning in bed
and unable to get to sleep.  Friday afternoon I had to do it again to
myself as my dick kept going stiff for no apparent reason and I was
certainly ready for it again in bed that night.

     Mrs Crossley had said to me that I could have any of Piers' belongings
that I wanted.  I said all I wanted was a photograph and that I thought all
his things should stay in his room.  She smiled at this and said I could
have it all sometime!  Oh?  Anyway, I took the photo of him and Miles in
their rowing gear and put it carefully with my things to take home.

     Ma and Pa turned up in good time on Saturday morning.  Mrs Crossley
had had one of the bedrooms cleaned and prepared for them but they were
shown around the Manor first.  Ma giggled when she saw the Horsebox and
said she thought I was much more suited for Piers' room.  Pa explored all
the African artefacts in that other bedroom and thought I would look good
in a Zulu chief's outfit because of my colour.  After lunch I took Ma to
meet Hans and Herr Vogel.  It was quite an emotional meeting.  Hans was so
pleased to be spoken to so kindly in German and Herr Vogel and Ma got on so
well.  He had remembered more about his friend and who he'd talked about in
Strasbourg.  Ma had travelled quite a bit in the region of Germany where he
came from so they had lots else to talk about as well.  Pa came to look for
us because we had been gone well over an hour and I was surprised at his
fluent German as he chatted to Hans, but then he had spent time at
university there as well as in France.

     Of course, Tim had to play to us all that evening before dinner and he
sounded so good.  Elizabeth Tilson and the other two Land Girls were there
and the 'ducky doctor' wasn't mentioned though I did note she looked at me
warily once or twice when I said things like how much Matt enjoyed coming
to Ulvescott.  She kept very quiet and her acid opinions, which she usually
expressed about any topic, were not forthcoming.

     That last night in bed Tim took the initiative.  He was so effusive
with his thanks he actually hugged me tight and then felt for my cock and
began to toss me off.
  I was so keyed up needing a wank I sprayed my spunk all over him very
quickly.  We spent the next ten minutes or so giggling together before I
made him lie on his back to give him as intense a wank as I could.  He was
very vocal - I had to put a hand over his mouth at first until I got myself
in a position where my steady wanking movements could go on while I stuck
my mouth over his and pushed my tongue in.  After he had reached his climax
and then calmed down I said perhaps he should set his moans and shouts to
music as they were just as intelligible as Mairzy Doats and Dozy Doats.
That set us off giggling again.

     One bit of news that Ma imparted to me was that, if I liked, I could
go down to Ipswich to stay with Uncle Edward's intended wife and meet her
two sons.  If so, I could catch a train to London on Wednesday as Mrs
Cameron was in London that day.  I asked Ma if she thought it would be OK
as they were Public Schoolboys and I only went to a Grammar School.  She
made a very true statement, 'Boys will be boys whoever they are'!  That was
settled.

     We set off back to Kerslake after Sunday lunch.  Tim was laden with
music books so the back of the car was quite a squash with him and me and
bags and books.  Pa said he would take back roads as much as possible as he
didn't want any nosy coppers wanting to know where his petrol came from to
take the family out on non-essential business.  As he did get a small
petrol ration I didn't think he needed to worry but Pa was a worrier over
things like that.

     As soon as we got in Ma telephoned Mrs Cameron and all was arranged.
That night in bed I wondered what Lachlan and Andrew would be like.  If
boys will be boys this boy did two lots of boyish things that night!

                         *
               Monday 21st August 1944

     I had explained to Ma my concern about my trousers as I had grown over
the summer.  Luckily there was a pair of Chris's, which with a bit of
alteration would be suitable, especially if I was going to meet these two
Public Schoolboys.  Ma pointed out I was now taller than she was.  I stood
against the marks which had been made over the years on the wall in the
kitchen and she put a ruler across my head and put a new mark.  Gosh, I was
taller than her.  She was tall herself at five feet eight inches and I was
now five feet eight and a half inches.

     I hadn't done my run that morning so later in the morning I went
looking for Tom.  He wasn't around.  Mrs Buchanan said he was probably with
Tony Clarke and his cousin so I cycled round to Tony Marcham's to talk to
him.  They were still away.  I gave up after cycling past Matt's and seeing
that the place also looked shut up.  Bugger me, all my friends away and me
with all sorts of news!  I went home, stripped off in my room and had a
wank watching myself - a brown-skinned wanking machine - in the mirror.  I
slipped on a pair of shorts and found an old deckchair and lolled in the
garden reading a Henty book I'd found in Pa's study.  A gift to him 'From
Edward'.  After lunch I had another wank and then that night in bed I was
ready for another one!  At least I could amuse myself!

     Tuesday was the same although I did my run and met Tom doing his
paper-round on the way back.  There was no invite to join him and the other
two so I thought 'Fuck him' and went home to breakfast and a wank as soon
as Ma went off to work.  Two more wanks during the day, before and after
going to the station to buy my ticket for the next day, and then the usual
bed-time relaxer which I needed to get me into the mood for setting off in
the morning.  I laughed to myself as I lay wiping the cum off my stomach
thinking at least I had one little friend who was always ready to play.  As
I lifted my cock to wipe under it I also thought to myself that my little
friend wasn't so little these days either.
                              *
     Wednesday morning I didn't go for a run.  The train was leaving at ten
o'clock and Mrs Cameron was meeting me at the main-line terminus in London
when it arrived.  The arrangements were she would take me to lunch and she
had a meeting at a publisher's in Bloomsbury in the afternoon and we would
be catching the five o'clock from Liverpool Street station to Ipswich.

     All went swimmingly.  The train was more or less on time.  I think I
was the only boy on the train which seemed to be full of elderly,
disgruntled looking men and a few soldiers and others in uniform.  I was
squashed up in a corner seat, luckily by the window, by a young sailor who
had a very large lady occupying at least one and a half seats next to him.
When she lumbered out to go to the lav he whispered to me. "Hope the old
bat gets stuck!"  The man opposite lowered his paper and grinned. She was
gone ages and the lad asked where I was going.  I told him and he said he
was just going to join his ship but he wouldn't say where.  He laughed and
pointed to the poster displayed in the train corridor 'Careless Talk Costs
Lives'.  I said I had a friend whose dad was a Commander and he raised his
eyebrows and said he had a long way to go as he was only a Leading Seaman.
I remembered what Matt had told me about his encounter in the lavs and this
sailor was wearing bell-bottoms, and.... I took one or two surreptitious
looks and.... he did have a flap at his front.
  Oh God! My cock began to twitch.  Down Fido!  Luckily the fat lady
returned and in the kerfuffle as she reclaimed more than her rightful
amount of space I was distracted and Fido went back into his kennel.

     So, I was glad when the train arrived at my first destination.  I said
cheerio to the sailor as he hefted his duffel bag onto his shoulder and we
waited while the fat lady sorted out her possessions before retreating
sideways through the carriage door.  It meant he and I were amongst the
last off the train. He gave me a cheery goodbye and strode off while I
looked toward the end of the platform.  I didn't know Mrs Cameron but there
was only one person who matched the description Ma had read out from Uncle
Edward's letter.  A short, fair-haired, very neatly dressed lady.  She knew
who I was and rushed over and grasped my arm.

     "You're Jacko," she said, "You're just like your uncle.  I'm Della
Cameron.  We're in a bit of a rush."

     I followed her at a brisk pace.  I was head and shoulders taller than
her and she kept turning round to look up at me and smiling.  Outside she
got a bit impatient as we had to wait a few minutes for a decrepit
taxi-cab.  We ended up outside a small restaurant near the British Museum
which was still open for business.  Food was good, even if a bit sparse,
and as soon as we had finished we were off.  She said she wouldn't be more
than an hour so I could wander around but not to get lost.  Her publisher's
office was just off Russell Square which looked more like a military camp
with huts, camouflage netting and soldiers with rifles.  I dumped my
haversack and suitcase in the hallway to the offices and strolled round and
saw the new University of London Senate House, very imposing in its
whiteness.  Quite a few people were scurrying in and out who were certainly
not students.  I walked into Tottenham Court Road and it was quite
eerie. What surprised me was the amount of bomb damage.  I had never seen
damage like it before although I had seen pictures of the King and Queen
surveying a damaged Buckingham Palace. I ambled back a bit unsettled and a
young lady in the office said Mrs Cameron would be ready soon and gave me a
cup of tea while I looked at a couple of magazines on a table.

     Mrs Cameron was all smiles as she said her good byes to the elderly
white-bearded man when she came down the stairs.  I was introduced as her
soon-to-be nephew and the bearded man shook my hand and asked if I was
destined to be an author too.  I said I didn't think so and Mrs Cameron
said I was good at languages.  The man asked me, in French, if it was true
and I replied in the same language, then switched to German and asked if it
wasn't dangerous to work in London.  He raised his shaggy eyebrows and
spoke in Spanish.  I smiled and said in French that my mother spoke Spanish
as well but I hadn't learned the language, yet.  He laughed and reverted to
English.  He shook my hand heartily and said I was to keep in touch!

     We rushed off to the station and caught the train in good time.  On
the journey I found out she had started writing children's books when her
late husband was stationed in London before the war and now she was also
writing short novels for an older audience.  She had just delivered two
more manuscripts and had been asked for more.  The train was also crowded
like the one in the morning so that was really all the conversation we were
able to have.  I stared out of the window and saw first the damage done to
the houses and buildings near the railway line as we trundled through the
outskirts of London but as we reached the Essex countryside the fields were
all golden or had sheep and cattle in them.  What a difference!  The train
picked up speed and we passed into Suffolk and drew up at last in Ipswich
station.

     Mrs Cameron said she'd arranged for a taxi to meet us and the cab
waiting was truly ancient but the driver was a jovial old man who made me
sit up front with him and asked if I'd been to Suffolk before.  I was
entranced by his wonderful country accent and said I hadn't.  We drove a
couple of miles into a village just outside Ipswich near a river and the
car stopped in the drive of a large detached house with lots of shrubbery
and trees around.  We got out and I helped Mrs Cameron with her bag as well
as retrieving mine.
  The car drove off.  I looked around. All was quiet and seemed very
peaceful after the war-damaged London.

     Peace was then shattered as I bent down to pick up my suitcase.  Two
whooping figures circled us.  They were almost naked, torn khaki shorts and
nothing else, painted faces and bodies streaked with red, blue and yellow
paint of some kind, Red Indian head-dresses made from feathers of various
kinds and home-made tomahawks in their fists.

     Mrs Cameron took one look at them, looked at my rather startled
expression and shook her head.  The figures stopped in front of us,
tomahawks raised.

     "Oh God! You two!" she said.  She turned to me.  "You would never
imagine that creature is a Sergeant in the OTC at school!"

     That creature, a lad about five inches shorter than me lowered his
tomahawk. "Oh, Mummy," he protested, "Why say that?  We were only welcoming
our guest.  Edward said to make him feel welcome as he said when he saw him
last he thought he came from India!"

     I laughed. I may be sun-tanned but Uncle Edward was being his usual
joking self.  And I couldn't really mention the lad had got his continents
mixed.

     I stepped forward.  "Greetings chief!" I said, putting out a hand,
"I'm Jacko. How about a pow-wow?"

     He smiled a lovely, disingenuous smile discernible even under the
smears of bright paint.

     "And I'm Lachlan, chief of the tribe of Cameron."  He gestured at the
much smaller lad by his side.  "And this is Andrew, my faithful servant."

     The smaller boy jabbed his brother in the ribs with the blade of his
tomahawk, which promptly fell off.

     "I am not your servant," he said in quite a childish treble just
beginning to break.  He turned to me and drew out an old-fashioned clay
pipe from the waist-band of his shorts.  "I present you with a pipe of
peace but you are not to smoke because Edward said you are under sixteen
and therefore not permitted to."

     I wondered what else Uncle Edward had told them about me?

     His mother laughed.  "Now you've been introduced take Jacko upstairs
and, you two, get cleaned up ready for supper."

     The mention of food was enough to galvanise all three of us into
action.  My haversack was picked up by the older lad and I carried my
suitcase.  The younger one led the way and we ended up in a large,
cluttered bed-room with a large double-bed and a smaller bed at the side of
the room.  I needed to pee badly so asked where the lav was.  I was
directed into an adjoining bathroom and had a most satisfactory piss.  I
sauntered back into the bedroom just as the two boys were removing their
shorts.  Neither was wearing any pants underneath.  I was greeted with the
sight of a small, still only a bit developed cock on the smaller boy and a
more hefty object on the older lad.  In fact, because he wasn't very tall
his cock looked rather disproportionate in size.  He had quite a halo of
very fair hair surrounding the base while the younger one had only a sparse
amount of fair hair growing there.

     They ignored me as they were squabbling about who should wash first.
I preempted any decision by saying I would have a quick wash first as I was
hot and sticky after the journey.  I then proceeded to strip out of my
school uniform and they stood and stared as I took off everything and stood
just as naked as them.  I was proud of my brown body and the bourgeoning
patch of black hair above my nearly fifteen year old drooping cock.  If, as
Uncle Edward had told us, the older lad was sixteen and a half, I was at
least five inches taller than him and looked about the same as him in the
cock area.  The younger lad was only a couple of months younger than me but
was nowhere near my level of development.  His voice was breaking, I had
detected that downstairs, but he still had a much younger look about him.
Neither said anything as I took out my wash-bag from my haversack and went
back into the bathroom.  I heard lots of whispering as I ran the water - I
was being discussed.  I soon finished and smiled at them as I came back
into the bedroom.  The younger, smaller one went into the bathroom.  As I
opened my suitcase and got out clean underpants, a pair of shorts and a
shirt the older one came over.

     "We're glad you came," he said, "I hope you don't think we're foolish
appearing like that but it's boring being here on our own."

     I turned and looked at his earnest expression.  "Lachlan," I said, "It
was a wonderful welcome, thanks!"  I indicated the clothes I'd prepared.
"Is it OK if I wear shorts too, it's awfully hot."  He nodded.  "But I
don't know about the paint."  He laughed.  I knew I would like him.

     Andrew came out of the bathroom looking freshly scrubbed as his
brother went in.  Without the paint Andrew's golden tan was evident.  He
had very fair hair so would never go the colour I was.  He hadn't an ounce
of puppy-fat and looked a real little scrapper.  I estimated his height at
about four-foot ten which meant I felt like a giant against him.  He
watched as I dressed and he slipped on an old Aertex shirt and the khaki
shorts, no underpants again.

     "After we've had some food," he said in his barely controlled voice,
"We'll show you our boat.  Can you sail?"

     I said I'd never been in a boat on a river.  His eyes opened wide.

     "We spend all our time on the river when we're here.  Anyway you'll
soon learn.  Can you swim?" I shook my head. "That's OK, we'll teach you.
Edward said you were a landlubber.  Lachs' got his Life-Saving Cert and I'm
doing mine next term so can I practice on you?"

     Bloody hell!  Was I to be half-drowned in the process?  I muttered a
half-hearted, "Yeah, OK."  What else had Uncle Edward told them.

     I was now dressed.  He came over and stood in front of me.

     "Just because you're taller than him you mustn't call Lachs
short-arse.
  He doesn't like it."  He grinned up at me.  "He thumped the last one who
called him that at school so they call him Thumpers now."

     "And what do they call you?" I asked disingenuously.

     "Thumpers Two," he said immediately with some pride.  "I don't like
being called short-arse, either!"

     I held out a hand, he took it and we shook hands.  "No names, no
pack-drill," I said.  "I'm Jacko, you're Andy and he's Lachs, eh?"

     He smiled.  "Edward really meant you were OK!  And you didn't show us
up about Red Indians.  We know where they really come from!"

     With that his elder brother emerged from the bathroom also looking
much cleaner and tidier.  They were very alike.  Same features, sandy hair,
snub noses and very white teeth.

     There was a shout in a woman's voice from below, "Food!".  Lachlan's
shirt and shorts and plimsolls were on in record time.  At the bottom of
the stairs I was introduced to Nanny.  I found out later she had been their
father's nanny when a boy and had carried on and had raised them - she was
the archetypal nanny - motherly, cheerful, but ruled the boys.  They knew
they couldn't get one over her!  Nanny Saunders was now head cook and
bottle- washer as she said.  We were shepherded into the dining room where
the boys gave little whoops of joy.  "Zepps in a cloud!" sang out Lachlan
in a not-quite baritone.

     Sausages, mashed potatoes, gravy and peas - lashings of it.  I had
plenty as did the two others. Raspberries to follow, gosh, bliss!  While we
ate plans were made for tomorrow.  The boys insisted I should be taught to
swim if I was going sailing with them.  Their mother listened with quiet
amusement as they argued back and forth.  Andrew may have been the younger
but he held his views firmly.  All my fears about meeting two Public
Schoolboys were dissipated.  As Ma had said, 'Boys will be boys', and from
the welcome onwards this was quite true.

     As soon as the meal was over I was urged to hurry up as they wanted to
show me their boat.  The river was just a hundred or so yards away from the
house.  They had their own mooring and a small boat-house where there was a
fine looking small sailing boat.  We wandered along the shore and they
pointed out down river where Pinmill was where, so they informed me, before
the war there had been many sailing boats.  They said we could go on bikes
down to Shotley and have a look at the outside, at least, of HMS Ganges,
where the boy sailors trained.  It looked as if I was in for a busy time
over the next week!

     I found that the routine of the house was very set.  Mrs Cameron, or
Aunt Della as I was told I should call her, worked on her books from nine
in the morning to one o'clock and was not to be disturbed.  In the
afternoons she ran the local Forces Canteen most days and was on various
local committees - a very busy woman.  The boys were supervised by Nanny
Saunders but otherwise, so I surmised, were allowed to run wild.  How could
they be bored?

     When we got back we played Monopoly for a while but I was pretty
tired.
  I'd had a long day of travelling so we three went up to bed about nine
o'clock.  It was still light and warm so, as usual, I stripped off
completely after having had a pee and cleaning my teeth, and climbed into
the single bed.  The boys busied themselves in the bathroom and stripped
off and got into the double bed.  Of course, they wanted to know more about
me and we were trading questions and answers across the four foot gap until
Lachlan patted the sheet covering them.

     "Why don't you come in with us, there's plenty of room and we wouldn't
have to shout at each other."

     As we were conversing in loudish whispers this made sense so I took
myself and my slight erection over and slid into their bed.

     I was on the outer edge next to Lachlan.

     "Can he get in the middle?  I can't hear!" complained Andrew.

     I rolled over Lachlan and immediately Andrew fastened himself on my
side like a young limpet.  He rolled over onto his side facing me and flung
a leg over my right leg and entwined it round me.  An arm went under my
neck to support him and he started to fire questions into my right ear.
Friends?  What was my school like?  Where did I live?  I answered as many
as I could until Lachlan put his hand over me and prodded his brother in
the stomach.

     "Shut up, Squirt, it's my turn and anyway he might want to ask us
things as well!"

     He wanted to know about my cousins.  I told him I had three in Wales,
two in America and one in Switzerland.  He said they had no cousins, both
their mother and father had been only children.  He snuggled up closer and
as he did so I felt his young prick press against my leg. My dick began to
stiffen

     "I'm glad we're going to get some cousins.  Edward said the Welsh ones
are huge."

     I laughed and said they were as Gareth was six foot two and the other
two weren't far off.

     Andrew snuggled up closer, I felt his prick rub my other leg.  Whoops!
he had the beginnings of a hardon, too!

     "Wish I was a bit bigger," he said feelingly, "The doctor said I'm OK
though.  He said I should start growing soon."  As he said this he was
rubbing his hardening prick against my leg.  I wondered if he was aware of
what he was doing.  One thing was it was making me feel very randy!

     Lachlan took over the conversation.  "Dad wasn't very tall, he was
only five foot five and I'll soon be that."  He poked me in the side and as
he did so he wriggled against me.  His prick was getting hard too!  "Edward
says when they were at Cambridge they were known as the Tall and Short of
it 'cause Edward's tall like you'll be."  He rubbed himself up against me.
"I don't mind being short and I can take care of myself."  I remembered
what Andrew had said earlier and resolved not to mention 'short-arse' as I
had no wish to be hammered.

     I was getting very hot and bothered, my dick was now fully stiff and
stretched up towards my navel.  I daren't touch it as I didn't know what
the boys' reaction might be.  They were both fidgeting now.  Two quite
stiff cocks were pressed into my legs.  Lachlan's arm was still across me
at chest level where he'd poked at Andrew.  Andrew's arm was under my neck
and his small hand was clutching at my shoulder.  Lachlan moved his arm
down and brushed the end of my dick.  The pressure pushed my foreskin back
a bit and my, oh-so- sensitive, glans was gently rubbed.  Oh, my God!
Without any warning I felt the usual subterranean poundings in my groin.  I
hurriedly pushed down the single sheet covering us just in time.  My prick
jerked of its own accord and I erupted.  Spunk flew from my slit and hit
Lachlan's arm and the rest dropped onto my stomach.  I had shut my eyes
tight when this spontaneous discharge started.  My muscles in my stomach
and legs went taut and I must have snarled or something with the suddenness
of it all.  There was a gasp from both boys and as I opened my eyes two
pairs of wide-open eyes were fixed on the puddle of come gathering on my
stomach most of which was dripping off Lachlan's arm.  I gathered my
breath.

     "Whew!" I said, "I'm sorry about that.  I didn't mean to do that - it
just happened."

     I wasn't prepared for what happened next either.  Two bodies reared
up, knelt either side of me and, in what seemed like just a few moments,
two new splodges of spunk joined mine. Young Andrew's contribution was
watery but matched in volume that of his older brother.  His short stubby
prick had fired first and, at least, he could produce spunk.  Lachlan
hadn't been far behind, but what impressed me was the size of his cock.  He
at least matched me in length, if not a bit more.  I thought, and so he
should, he's a year and a half older than me.  He didn't match me in amount
of spunk though.

     After unloading they laid down either side of me, again on their sides
facing me.  Silently I put my finger into the three lots of spunk on me and
mixed them.  I put the finger first to my lips and then, replenishing it, I
smeared some on Lachlan's lips, then Andrew's.  Three tongues licked out,
two of them rather tentatively.  There were a few moments more silence.
Things were being weighed up.  Andrew was the first to say anything.

     "Gosh, we were scared of meeting you.  Edward said you were his brainy
nephew and we thought you would wear specs and be all clever, not like us.
I'm not very clever and we both have to do extra work at school.  But
you're just like us."

     I reached out and pushed an arm under each of them.  I heaved and the
pair of them ended up over my chest and stomach getting liberally coated
with cum.

     "Don't worry, I was just as scared at meeting you.  But my mother said
we were all boys and that's true, isn't it?  We're friends too now, and
soon we'll be cousins as well.  I'm going to like that and I hope you will
too!  Anyway, you're cleverer than me, you can sail and swim and I can't!"

     I hugged them closer to me and Lachlan put his hand between us and
took up some of the spunk and smeared it on all our lips.  When we had
licked it off Andrew did the same.

     "I think we're closer than cousins now.  I think we're brothers!"

     He gave me the most radiant of smiles and I couldn't help it, I kissed
both on their foreheads.  They giggled and I joined in.  I said it had been
quite an experience and I'd better go to my bed.  This was immediately
vetoed as they both insisted there was plenty of room where we were.  They
insisted I slept in the middle but first Andrew slipped out of bed and went
to the bathroom to fetch a facecloth which I used to mop up the remains of
our triple outburst.  I turned on my side with Andrew entwined round the
front of me and Lachlan clinging to my back.


To be Continued:.........

P.S.: Thanks to correspondents.  If anyone else is out there still reading
let me know!!  Jo