Date: Mon, 21 Mar 2011 02:34:20 +0200 From: tuquila1 (at) gmail (dot) com Subject: FRANCO CHAPTER ONE Here goes my introduction: This isn't something that I am good at since it's from my point of view, someone else may differ. I am going to be as honest as I possibly can be so... I think it good to start with my name... I'm Matthew John (yes- without a hyphen) I'm a bit of well... a lot. I'm Dutch and partly white- ethnically, mixed with probably a thousand other ethnicities so I'm not quite certain. Brown eyes are my trait and I'm lightly dusted beige with an almost tan complexion. Sometimes I feel a little left out, because most of my family has freckles and I don't. I have a clear complexion and never even had a problem with acne during the beginning of my puberty, good genes. Brunette is the colour of my hair, but it feels so feminine to name it as such. I've been living with my father for god knows how long. Actually I'm not sure myself. My parents divorced a few years ago and I find myself in a blue shaded room under my dad's roof. I use to live with my mother, but she's pretty much so much more in love with her alcoholic beverages, my dad decided it best for me to move in with him. I'm sixteen now and pretty much just drifting along and doing what every teen is doing these days... you know lazing around, listening to music and having the occasional tuck on my shaft. My father does a managing job concerning oil, I don't have a lot of money, but he sure does. We have a normal home- it's a pretty basic house. We own one car, if you don't count the pickup truck my uncle uses nowadays, which belongs to my daddy as well. I live a very normal life I'd say. Dad doesn't want any of us to grow up spoiled and he has this vision of us growing up averagely and working hard for what we want and need in life. Nothing comes easily, I think he only wants us to be responsible and for us to know that life does not owe you anything- what you want you have to earn. So yes I have a pretty wealthy father, a ton of sisters and unfortunately I'm the only boy. Since my father is so busy with work he doesn't spend much time with me, but since I'm the only boy I always get more than the girls (undercover of course) because dad always wanted a boy. So yes I'm living with my dad and his new wife. Well she's not so new, but she is the newest addition. It's his second wife and she's not too bad once you get to know her. I get along with her so you could say that she's more of a friend to me than a mother. I always look at this picture of dad, the one of him when he attended the army. He did training there for a while. Strange thing is he never expected me to go there. I think it's because he knows me too well and frankly the base isn't a place I'm exactly into. He was very handsome when he was my age. Strange thing is that I look like him, to the dot, well I don't have the muscles he had. He loves exercise and MY best friend is a burger. I just love me some fast food, which my dad hates because he ends up paying for it and he tells me that I'm going to suffer a massive stroke because of my junk food intake. I complain and tell him that I'm still young and my body just uses it for fuel. Sixteen year olds still have a vast metabolism! So yes, my dad and I are opposites- completely! I have a very slim build and a six pack, something I inherited- must be since I am allergic to sports or any other activity that makes me breaks a sweat. I wasn't always this lazy though. I had a very sport filled child hood, but since my parents break up things were never the same. I lost a lot of interest in almost everything that I knew back then. I have six sisters. Yeah I know, television wasn't invented back then and people had to keep busy I suspect. I'm second youngest and I only mostly get along with my oldest sister. She's the best and since I can remember she has played the role of mother, sister, brother and best friend. She just gets me, well she gets everyone! She's really smart and everyone envies her. She gives me everything I want and need. She doesn't get along with mom and dad well, but she certainly puts in the effort. Some things happened in the past that I'd rather not recall, because it hurts her as much as it hurts me. She's my other half and I'm hers. We're like one soul in separate bodies- that's how close we are. She always offers me a permanent stay at her home, but since I'm still at school I prefer living with my dad. Not because I don't want to live with her, just because I've grown accustomed to life here and my friends. I never have friends staying over, but I do have a great amount of them at school. I'm very popular at school, not because of wealth or status, but because I'm a funny guy that never takes life to seriously. I get along with everyone and everyone with me. I'm pretty likeable, that's what I've been told. I have a thousand guy friends (I call them that because the word boyfriends freak me out a little- well a lot honestly). Then I have three best girlfriends named Melissa, Mariette and Stephaney. Melissa is my favourite out of the threesome mainly because she is the original friend. The other two became my friends because of her. She felt like she needed to befriend other girls only because she hangs out with me too much. Which I find strange because I know she likes me a lot, hence the great amount of time we spend together. She always liked me more than a friend although I act like I'm not aware of this fact. I don't want our friendship to be spoiled even though I like her very much too. My high school experience is extraordinary; I am a prestige learner academically. I never settle for anything less than a perfect "A". Dad picks me up from school every day. I so badly want to drive myself, but in our country the legal driving age is eighteen which sucks. Dad always asks the complementary questions: " How was your day?" "It was fine. I aced another "A" on my maths test today." "That's nice my boy congratulations," he says without thinking too much about it. It seems that he's never proud of me anymore. Although I do my best to satisfy him. Its just not important anymore because it's like he just expects me to do well and follow in his footsteps. Here's the part where I feel that my accomplishments really never meant anything... "So how was your day dad?" "Well you know business meetings and such. You know how it goes..." And what happens next I dread most, " So... Matthew," I know this isn't good. He pauses and them stops talking mid-sentence. "Yes dad?" "I don't know how to say this, but..." "But what dad?" "Your mothers little brother is coming to visit." I know he's talking about my stepmother's brother, because my biological uncle is about my father's age. I seemingly sigh. I thought that it would be seriously gutter news. "Its fine dad, don't sweat it. It's all good. I'm use to her sister visiting." Well I certainly am, her sister is my age, but a few months younger. "I just thought I'd clear that up with you my boy, you know I'm going to have to tend more attention to him because he's a visitor and he's your mother's brother," suddenly I felt sick to my stomach. He plans to spend more time with this guy and I instantly felt replaced. "No problem dad, just drop me off at moms and I'll be on my way. I haven't visited there in like two weeks." "You honestly want to go back there?" "Dad I know how to handle her and she is my mother. She'll never hurt me intentionally and that way I can keep an eye on her." "You know Matthew; I don't think that that is the best idea. You can spend the vacation at home and then go and visit during the day." This was so sad. Mom lived like half an hour in walking distance from our house and like three minutes driving distance. "Dad I'll be fine really I'm sixteen now. I like visiting there." "I don't trust her friends Matthew. You've seen the people she hangs out when she drinks and I don't want you near them okay. I just don't want you to be surrounded by that." "I'll be fine I promise dad." "Matthew no! I don't want you going there! I don't want to use this sort of tone, but it seems like you don't listen to what I mean when I say it!!! You will not be going there understand?!" he has this reprimanding tone when he means something and wants what he thinks best to be delivered exactly. "She's my mother dad! I'll see her if I want to! And it's your fault she's drinking the way she does. You always blame her for what she does; I know it's not her fault alone!" "You keep quiet! If I ever hear you speak like that again...!" He never finished his sentence. I didn't like getting him angry. He's so much bigger than I am physically, which intimidates me sometimes. He's not a bad person- he just never likes anyone disagreeing with him... especially not his own offspring. "You're not visiting there you understand me?!" he says almost with complete authority. "Now your mothers little brother is going to visit and I expect you to treat him like family, it will be his second visit here and I want you to accommodate him okay. His thirteen and since you've been thirteen recently I think you'll be able to relate more and keep him well... occupied." "Dad! I haven't been thirteen in ages! Do you even know my age?!" suddenly the car stopped and I realize we we're home. "I'm not spending my time babysitting!" I get out and slam the cars door. He gets out as well and looks at me. "Matthew! I'm asking sincerely." "Well dad, I'm saying no nicely!" I yell to him. I open the front door to the house and slam it shut before he enters. I walk to my room and walk past my stepmom... "Hi honey, how was your day?' she asks politely. "Leave me alone and get out of my face, I'm not in the mood. Sleep with your husband or something!" I really didn't think of what I was saying. I was just so mad and wanted so bad to just scream at the top of my lungs. My dad literally decided what I should do on my vacation time and banned me from seeing my mother. I hear the front door open and close and at the same time I throw the door to my room. I hear yelling from the other side of the door. I put down my school bag and throw myself on the bed. Suddenly the door opens and I see my father standing there. "What's wrong with you?!" he asks quite seriously. "You tell me I have to befriend a thirteen year old, ban me from my mother and you fucking hate me because nothing I do is ever good enough. I do my best always and you just put me down!" by this time I'm sitting up straight on my bed looking him straight in the eyes. "I always try to make you proud of me and all you give me is ...!" I wanted to say "shit", but then I saw something I never saw in his eyes... I saw sadness, actual sadness. "It feels like you hate me dad," I continue although I see the emotion forming in his eyes. He wants to say something... "Matthew..." "I'll never be you dad, you're just a disappointment nothing more. You spend time with him if you so badly want to, keep me out of it." I just sit there silent after what I said. He looks at me and the next thing I know the door is closed and I'm sitting alone in my room. I witnessed something I never ever knew I would... when I told my father that he is just a disappointed a tear rolled over his cheek before he closed the door. I felt so horrible. Somehow although we aren't the same person and god knows that we don't think alike, I felt so much further from him than I ever imagined I could and the strange thing is that I hurt both of us with my words. I never truly meant what I said, but I wanted him to leave me alone. He made me feel so intimidated and I felt that he threatened my freedom and my choices, something I couldn't fathom or agree with. I never liked someone trying to think for me or make up my mind for me. It certainly felt as if he was trying to steal my independent mind and I felt so much that I had to defend myself... I just forgot who I was defending myself against. I get up from my bed and change into a regular pair of jeans and a green shirt- the ultimate colour for me, anything green makes me happy, it has this soothing quality I guess. I walk out of my room and head towards the television room- barefoot. I open the sliding door and I find my dad and stepmom sitting there and they look up at me. I sit down and stare blankly at the program that's blaring loudly on the other side of the room playing out on a screen. I hate the silence! And at about ten minutes of just sitting there I look at them and I realize that they've been starring at me the entire time... "What?" "No we're just looking." I didn't even realize they were talking about me the whole time. I didn't pay attention because I didn't want to. "Yeah right and Santa has a better six pack than Chuck Norris!" I say almost sarcastically. All of a sudden all three of us burst out with laughter. "Matthew, Chuck has more hair than chest!" I hear my youngest sister edging on a sentence as she's entering. Finally I look up at my dad... he smiles. I look up at my Am, that's what I call my stepmom and I know- everything is forgiven. I guess they know it too. "So dad would you like a cup of mocha?"my sis' speaks up again. "I would love some honey," he says with a glitter to his eyes. Maybe it's a tear or maybe he just likes her more I tell myself in the back of my mind. "Hey, Anneke! I would like a whiskey on the rocks!" I say loud and everyone bursts out laughing again. After my sister hand delivers my dad his tea (She always asks if he wants coffee, but knows he prefers tea) he takes it and thanks her. I never realized he got up from his seat. Suddenly he offers his tea to Am and then he's standing beside me. "Hey my boy, I changed my mind. Here you go." I look up again and he's standing there with two glasses filled with something unfamiliar. He hands me one... "What's this dad?" "Whiskey on the rocks," he replies with a slight grin and then forces the glass in my hand. Out of the corner of my eye I can see my sis' and Am starring at me with a smiles. "Oh my god dad! You want to turn me into mum!" he looks at me and his grin turns into a shocked expression. I suddenly burst out laughing until my stomach hurts. I take the glass and finish it. "What the?!" I hear him utter. "I'm joking dad! You honestly think I want to be like mom after I know what it's like?" he doesn't say anything. I think he was trying to mend things with a truce with a rarely seen father son moment. "Um I guess not Matt. You know you just emptied that glass like it was water?" "Dad, I'm sixteen! I'm not a virgin and alcohol isn't new to me!" suddenly I shut up and keep my trap shut. I didn't mean to reveal so much none the less tell him that I'm used to alcohol. After all he's not aware of my after school activities with my friends when we would go into town and just mess around with "guy" stuff. "Um mean, I've had alcohol before! Valentine's day! You know the punch you made dad?" I said with the hopes of making him forget of my earlier statement. "You're not a virgin?" he had to bring that up... and I laugh nervously, "I'm joking dad! You know, the thing people do when they're trying to be funny?" I state with all the confidence I can muster `matter of factly'. "You better have had not," he says looking at me quite slyly and he turns his eyes on Am and my Anneke. And I get it! He knows I'm lying! He knows I'm de-virginized. He has this strange proud smirk on his face... "It's a good thing that he's warning us when he's trying to be funny," my sister says as she looks at me. My dad turns around and looks at them and midway before he catches their gaze his expression changes as if he didn't want them to know of how proud he was of me. All is well I guess aside from the fact that my father now knows that I'm a sneaky bastard. He taught me about the birds and the bees and he always tried to be kinda close to me on a certain level. I guess he wanted me to be open to him about everything, almost as if he expected me to be real good `sharing' buddies with him. I felt a bit guilty though. So I try to break the tension... "So Am, when's your brother getting here?" "Well baby," she calls me sometimes to let me know she thinks of me as her own. "Your dad and I will pick him up tomorrow. We'll be driving early, but we'll wake you guys up okay." "How late will that be exactly?" "Three a.m. I guess. So..." before she continues I speak up, "I'll set up my alarm! You guys just go and have fun and bring back some biltong!" It's a treat we have here- dried meat- quite delicious. "It's only a hour and a half drive so we won't miss you guys..." I add sarcastically and again we laugh. My dad looks at me almost proudly, "So you're sure you're good with him being here?" "Dad it's going to be fine! Bring him and what happens happens okay." The following morning I sort of wake up as my alarm echoes through the entire house and then I feel a kiss on my forehead and another one on my cheek and I wholeheartedly know it's my dad and Am. "Hey, don't get up. We'll lock up okay." I look across the bed and see them kissing my sis' as well. I have this big bed and sometimes my sis likes to sleep with me when she gets scared. Usually this bothered me, but lately I got use to it and came to enjoy our talks before I fall asleep. Instantly I feel a sharp pain in my head and I stammer my hand towards my eyes, "Hey boy," my dad says. "There's aspirin and a glass of water on the floor next to the bed okay. After three glasses I think you oughta feel like I'm feeling." He kisses me again. Three p.m. I wake up and take the aspirin and lie my head back down. I drift off to sleep again. My best guess is, that about thirty minutes passed by and I awake to the sound of something hitting the floor. I open my eyes and hurriedly sit up straight in my bed. I wipe my burning eyes and look up. "Hey I didn't mean to wake you," he says. He looks different. Tanned, he has this deep cleft in his chin and this big brown puppy eyes and this cute faint little nose. "Hi who are you and what are you doing in my room?" "Oh, I'm staying here for a while." "No-no you must be mistaking. I asked who you were not where you're staying." He looks at me confusingly. "Matthew, you didn't have a problem with me sharing your room the last time I was here." "The last time you were here? Right! This is all just an alcohol induced dream and you're going to disappear like poop after it's flushed." I lie back down. He starts laughing and sits on the end of the bed and I feel his weight pressing down. "You've been drinking again haven't you?" "Oh my god this isn't a dream? There's a thirteen year old in my room inquiring me about my drinking habits!" "Actually I'm twelve and I..." he says hesitantly. `You?" I comment. "I was just going to say... I remember you being so much nicer." I sit up in my bed again, this time at time warp speed. "Franco?!" "Yeah, that's me. The only name I got actually aside from my surname," he responds sarcastically and laughs. "Oh my gosh! You grew up so much! I didn't ever recognise you! You look so different!!!" I say hiding my shyness of not realizing who he was in the first place. "It's okay. Yeah I have changed a lot. Puberty kicked in. I even have pubic hair, I can show you if you want." He laughs nervously. "I hope I haven't changed that much. I hope I'm not ugly." I look at him and snort. "Ugly?! You should see yourself from where I'm sitting! You're fucking gorgeous!" I say and then I realize... a blush follows. "I'm sorry forgive me, I didn't intend for it to come forth like that." He looks at me with rosy blushing cheeks and a smile forming at the corner of his mouth. An awkward silence follows and then I speak up. "Everyone can't look as perfect as you though. I just woke up and I have to go and wash my face, otherwise my facial will be burned into your cornea." I start to get out from under the blanket. "You're so funny Matthew, same old you. If I could look like you when you wake up I'd be starring in the mirror constantly! You have Hollywood boy looks when you wake up." I start laughing because that must be the funniest things I've ever heard, "Then I wash my face and Cinderella the Hollywood boy turns into leftover pumpkin stew!" I say as I reach my feet. "Matthew, you're insane. You're freakin' hot!" I stop moving and look at him seriously. He looks at the ground as if he said something inappropriate... which I guess was innapropriote. "May I leave my luggage here?" he asks out of the blue, and I get the vibe that he's trying to convert the conversation from his last comment. "Just leave it right there. I don't mind." I say earnestly. "So are we going to spend time together? I really don't want to spend my vacation spending quality time with my sister and your dad." "Whatever Franco," I said sort of a sentence as I make my way to the bathroom. I take a shower and then turn off the faucet. Then I hear a knock at the door. "Hi Matthew! It's Franco! Here you go!" "Franco?!" I yell back. "What do you want?!" I ask with no a strange undertone whilst searching for a towel. "I have a towel for you! You didn't take one when you came to the bathroom! Here! Open the door." I freeze and then I come back to my senses and then move toward the door. I unlock it and a hand with a towel appears through the opening. "Hey thanks!" I say really thankfully. "Yeah you ran out of the room so fast you forgot to grab the towel, probably because you were embarrassed because of your morning wood." I don't say anything... then I grab the towel. "Thanks I guess." I state uncertainly. "Hey no problem! I've been getting morning wood too! Although I prefer to call it a stiffy. Does it still count as morning wood if you get it in the afternoon?" I almost close the door and then I truly hear his question- he's probably curious because he's hitting the stages of puberty and he's trying to reach out to me. I'm like near to his age so it makes sense. I think he trusts me enough to open up to me, but suddenly like this? Out of the blue? We've never been really close. I've seen him once before now, he was still very young and he was playing with my younger nephwes then. Now he's on the other side of the door trying to have a conversation- an uncomfortable one at that. I don't know if I'm comfy talking to him about hair in certain places or erect penises, I feel strange having this kind of conversation with my own father. "Hey! Just let me dry up and I'll be right out okay." I say, deciding that he's just a young boy with strange things on his mind wanting to relate. I know how I felt back then. It was that long ago I had to go through that myself. I dry myself, apply some roll on and empty about a can of deodorant across the entire length of my body. I love smelling nice and letting my fragrance leave a trail as I pass people. Smelling fresh adds to making me feel confidant. I make my way to my room and put on a fresh shirt and shorts. Just as I'm about to zip up my pants I hear my door opening and closing. I turn around and Franco's standing there looking at me with a mild smile. "Geez! Pal! I know you're growing and stuff, but you don't have to grow out of your manners! You could learn to knock first!" "I'm sorry. Bad habit. I just feel so at home here and what's the big deal. We're both dudes right?" he says as he sits down on my bed and then picks up a car magazine I have lying on my bed. Then I see my bed's made up. "Who did my bed?" "I did." He says matter of factly. "You didn't have to." "It's no problem. It was my turn anyway." "Your turn?" "Yeah, the last time I left the bed unattended, you remember? You did it the day before I left and I had to make it the following day, but your dad took me home early and you were still asleep so I kissed you good.." he stopped speaking and looked at me shockingly. "You kissed me?" I ask innocently yet intrigued. "I mean I... I didn't finish my sentence... I kissed your sister goodbye and left." He looked down at the ground as he spoke. I laugh so much and when I stop I find myself lying on the ground with stomach cramps. "Oh my god! This is too rich! You like Anneke?!" I laugh with tears flowing down my cheeks, amazingly I find this quite amusing. He doesn't share the same comic compassion though. He just keeps starring at the ground and keeps up this silent front until he finally lifts up his head. "Hey little dude, I didn't mean to put you down okay! I mean you like my sister!" He half-heartedly smiles and looks me in the eyes and I let up that he doesn't like where the conversation is leading. "Hey. So I'm sleeping with you in your room right Matthew?" "I guess, unless you want to sleep next to Anneke." I joke, but he doesn't seem to be amused. "No in here's fine with you." Then a moment of silence passes and I just look at him dumfounded. "Say Matthew!" he adds excitedly with a twinkle in his eyes. "The Nelson Mandela 46664 concert is tonight! Do you think Amelia and your dad would let us put up your mattress in the television room?!" "I don't think that they would have a problem. Besides I want to watch it as well! Various artists! Oh my god its going to be awesome!!!!" I look back at him. "Yeah it will be awesome sleeping next to..." "Anneke! You really have it bad for her!" He looks at me disappointedly, almost as if I ended his sentence with the wrong idea or words. "So Matt... what you gonna do today? I was hoping that we could..." Before he could answer I interrupt him, "I'm visiting this girl I really like! She's awesome! You should meet her!!!" suddenly I thought to myself... I only disliked him because he was so young the last time I saw him and I didn't really pay him any attention. And now it seems he has a mind of his own and that he is really trying, I didn't want to put him down so I indulge any conversation he- he just gets up and walks out! He seems disappointed somehow. Then I follow him into the dining area... "Hey, Franco?! Did I say something wrong?" I say repremandingly. "No it's not you!" he seemingly screams as he turns into my direction, although I can tell he really didn't mean for it to come out as loudly. "Hey little dude! I'm so sorry, I'm a arse sometimes. Forgive me," I say feeling I offended him greatly. "I didn't mean to make fun of you. And if you really want to we can put the mattress in the TV room, they won't mind. You can lie next to her if you want to, I won't even laugh I promise-really. But it still is very rude to walk out on someone for no reason..." I was referring to him jolting out of my room when I mentioned visiting my girlfriend- a girl I kissed and touched (boob wise), but we weren't precisely official, but I hope we would be. Then he smiled, "I'm sorry I just remembered I had to do something." Although he was smiling there was a hint of dishonesty in the tone of his voice. "So we're cool?" "Yeah Matt, we are." "Well we aren't if you call me Matt. Only my mom and dad calls me that! I hate it!" "What should I call you then? Should I call you baby?" I laugh hysterically and grab at his shoulder as he's laughing as well. "Matthew, I prefer that name Franco. I received a full name and I would like people to use the entire name." "I respect that. Okay Matthew it is." "Hey..." he says and I pause on my way to the door. "Thanks for treating me as a friend now." "What did I treat you as before this Franco?" "A little boy... nothing more than a nuisance I guess. You don't like me much do you?" "I'm so sorry that I treated you that way," I mean saying this. "Franco, I didn't mean it. I was growing myself. I just didn't pay attention... I didn't want to treat you bad. forgive me." "Hey it's cool! As long as you don't ignore me now." He says with a smirk like a tanned coloured smirf. "Hey Franco! I have to be nice to you now! You're my stepmothers brother which sort of makes you my younger uncle!" I hold the doorknob on my way out. He laughs and looks at me, "Yeah you have no choice!" his laughter stops and he's silent. "Matthew?" "Yes?" "Do you really have to go? It seems that everytime I try to speak to you, you try to duck the conversation." "I don't mean to, I made a promise to meet her today. I'm just in a hurry that's all- nothing persona. If you met this girl you would like her as well, she's hot! Why do you look so down all of a sudden?" "Oh no it's nothing!" "This way you can spend the entire day with Anneke!" "I wanted to spend the day with you though!" he says more discouraged. I feel this strange sensation... "I'll be back before you know it okay!" I try to lift his spirit. I realize, maybe he desperately wants someone to talk to and that he doesn't want to share a conversation with a gjrl. "So do you guys have sex?" What was this? A Jerry Springer interview?! "Well not that it's any of your business..." I see him back away. "... no we're not." I ease down. "It's not like I'm trying to get in her pants you know. I'm not like that." Eventually he smiles, but this smile is different. He's smiling with his eyes this time. So as long as he's smiling I feel satisfied. "So before I offend you again," I say laughingly, "I better be on my way. Tell mom and dad I went to Alexa's okay." "Okay dude," he says and looks away. I walk outside and just before I close the door I hear him utter something... "Alexa? A whore's name. Why can't you love me? I'm so much better," I close the door and freeze for a while. Well that can't be what he said- that's just impossible! He likes Anneke I'm convinced! My mind was playing tricks on me. Later... I returned and its like 7:30pm. "Hey mom! Hi dad! I'm home!" then nothing, no answer. I walk into the TV room to find the mattress already set up and Anneke and Franco is set up next to each other with one of my nieces squeezed in at the bottom of the mattress. Upon seeing me Franco almost jumps out of his skin whilst moving away from Anneke. I start to laugh uncontrollably and then I head to the kitchen. I grab a soda and then close the fridge. As I open the can I feel a hand on my shoulder... "Hi," I sorta jump. "Sorry I didn't mean to startle you" I turn to see franco standing there. "What you saw with Anneke, that was nothing a swear dude!" "Hey don't sweat it! You were just holding hands. I don't think you're some kind of pervert all of a sudden." "No! you've got it wrong!" he says looking straight into my eyes. I can tell his tears are about to fall. I look behind him and realize the summer son just set and that the world outside turned into complete darkness. "Dude chill! Are you crying?" "No I'm not!" he says wiping away his tears. He's standing there in his blue pyjamas and I can smell the soap on his skin. "I didn't hold her hand!" he adds excessively. "She held my hand! I promise!" Somehow I just gave him a hug as his tears started to fall. "Hey it's okay, she's just a rapist," he starts to laugh and wipe his tears. "Wanna lie down on the mattress and watch the rest of the show?" he just nods. "I'll defend you and keep her at bay. If you don't like the fact that she touches you, you can just lie next to me." I add innocently. He smiles the best smile I've ever seen on anyone. I saw what complete happiness was supposed to look like. "You look relieved," I said. "I am!" Not long and I was in my jammies next to him covered in a blanket lying along a mattress with my sister and niece on an extra mattress. He kept talking, I just didn't pay attention. It was some thirteen year old crap about people dying in movies or something- I can't be entirely sure. I looked over at Anneke and my niece, they were fast asleep and it's like past ten pm. The front door opened and I saw my dad and Am going to their room. They just added a tired `hi' and passed on. So I was lying there with Franco as conversation. I was just looking at Annie Lennox performing and Franco says that he's tired. I don't pay him any attention, I'm just glad that he feels better than earlier. He pulls the cover over his head and disappears. All of a sudden I feel a tuck at my pants and I sit up straight! And before I know it something warm is holding onto my dick and I can feel his hand enveloping it. I look under the blanket to find his head right above my penis and his hand grasping it firmly. "Franco! What are you doing?!" I add in a hushed tone. He burrows downwards and then he puts my whole dick head in his mouth! The amazing warmth, the exciting new feeling! The enticing touch of his tongue caressing me... I open my eyes and move remove his head and hands. "What are you doing?!" I ask more seriously. "Just relax okay! I'm just trying something." Before I know it his hands are back on my shaft stroking me and I feel the warmth again, "You shouldn't be doing this!" I say as my tighten my closed eyes and twitch my upper lip. "You taste so amazing! I just want to know what it feels like." Then we hear footsteps approach and his head appears next to mine. "Did you guys eat already?" He looks up at Am, "Yeah sis' I had some of the leftover bolognaise. And I'm chewing on something very delicious." he says looking at me with a devious smile. She turns around, "Well you guys sleep tight okay." Before we can even utter a `good night' she's gone and I feel near climax as he was rubbing me up and down the entire time. He was handjobbing me whilst he was talking to my stepmom which in turn is his oldest sister and his face didn't even show any sign that was out of the ordinary, although the TV room was very dark- a fact I know he knows. Then before I can say anything I feel his tongue working under my shaft and as I reach down he takes a testical into his mouth and he begins to suck hard. His head reappears. I hear him mumble... "I love the fact that you shave." Then I feel him sucking at my dick head again. He mumbles again. "Your dick feels so hmmmm hmmm huh hmmmm." He never finishes his sentence, he's just enjoying the texture and precum . "Aww you taste sooooo good!" I hear him say. He sucks again, but this time I bob up and down and push his head down to the base... "You're the only reason I came to spend the vacation Matthew!" he rears his head... YES, THIS IS A TRUE STORY. IF YOU WANT TO KNOW MORE, EMAIL ME AND I'LL ADD THE FOLLOWING CHAPTER. THIS IS MY FIRST WRITTEN WORK/STORY SO PLEASE BE KIND. ANY QUESTIONS CAN BE FORWARDED TO tuquila1@gmail.com (tuquila one at gmail dot com... small letters) DON'T HESITATE.