Date: Mon, 23 Dec 2002 10:46:15 -0800 (PST) From: Thomas Gaige Subject: My Step-Brother Jacob - Chapter One DISCLAIMER: The following story is FICTIONAL. It contains descriptions of sexual activities between teenage boys, as well as between a teenage boy and girl. If you are not over 18 years of age, or if you find this type of story offensive, or viewing this material is illegal where you are, then please DON'T READ IT! If you choose to read it, then please enjoy. Please note that this is the first chapter in a series. The series will be predominantly about the author's gay relationship with his fictitious younger step-brother. Although in this first chapter, the author does have a compelling straight relationship, the balance of the series will revert to the theme of a gay relationship between two teenage boys. My Step-Brother Jacob Chapter I ----------------------------------------------------------------------------- My name's John. I just turned 17. I'm 6'2", 175 lbs, with very long straight dark brown (almost black) hair, and blue eyes. I'm tanned. I wear an earring (small gold hoop) in my left ear and have two tatoos. One of an eagle landing on a tree branch on my left upper arm, and one of a fire-breathing dragon on right shoulderblade. I can grow a full beard if I want to, but generally I shave every 3 - 4 days, so I usually have some stubble on my face. My cock is 9" long, thick and I'm cut. When it's hard it sticks straight out. I have a large scrotum and large testicles. I want to tell you about me and my younger step-brother Jacob, but first, I need to begin with some history about myself. My parents divorced when I was a little kid. I lived with my mother and grandmother, at my grandmother's house. My mother worked, and my grandmother took care of me, until she died when I was about 12. My father was in the Army, and I never saw too much of him, as he was stationed overseas. He did call, write, and send me stuff. He also came by whenever he was in town. Surprisingly, we got along OK. I got along well with most kids, as I was the biggest kid in my class. I only had one friend in my neighborhood who was a boy. The rest were girls. His name was Mike, and he lived right next door. We were best friends, and were inseparable. We did everything together, including discovering masturbation and blow jobs. I still remember the first time we did anything sexual. We were 8. He showed me how he'd lay naked on this fluffy rug on the floor in front of his bed, with his hard little pecker sticking out to the left, between his body and the rug, the underside of it buried in the fluff of the rug. After he was positioned, he'd tense up his body and wiggle his hips sideways, back and forth, grinding his little dick into the rug. After a minute or two, he'd have an orgasm. Of course it was a dry orgasm. The first time I saw him do this, he shook so much during his orgasm, that I thought he was having some kind of a fit. Anyway, he made me try "Wiggling" as he called it, and damn - it did feel good. I had an orgasm doing it too! From then on, we did that several times a day when we were over at his house. I also made my mother get me a fluffy rug just like it too, for times we there, or for when I was alone! It got a lot of use too - until I figured out that playing with my genitals with my hands felt better. I showed Mike how to do that, and we spent a lot of our time jacking off together. A lot of times we'd jerk each other off! Just as I was turning 12, I sprouted pubic hair and had my first wet orgasm. Me and Mike were jerking off, and suddenly when I had my orgasm, a little semen shot out the end of my dick. God it felt great! I wasn't scared. I knew what it was, because Dad had talked to me about sex not long before that and told me it would start happening soon. Mike had just turned 12 too, and he still had his little-boy cock. He had no pubic hair, and couldn't have a wet orgasm. It upset him that I was developing ahead of him, but I never made fun of him, and continued playing sex games with him. He appreciated it that I still wanted to play, and that I didn't make fun of him. We continued jerking off together often, and even started experimenting with sucking on each other's dicks. Of course Mike didn't want me to come in his mouth, so I'd tell him when I was ready. Eventually, almost a year later, he sprouted some hair and had his first wet orgasm too. Again, we were together when that happened. In fact, I was sucking on him, and since he hadn't ever had a wet orgasm before, I'd always continue sucking on him while he had his orgasm. Well this time I felt a small gush of fluid in my mouth. It didn't taste bad, so I just swallowed it. It was the best orgasm Mike had ever had. He was so excited! After that it was his turn to suck me off, and he decided to let me come in his mouth too. I dumped a bigger load into his mouth, but he managed to swallow it all, and decided he liked the flavor. From then on, we stuck to just blow jobs, and we always came in each other's mouths and swallowed it! Unfortunately, Mike and his family moved away a couple months later, right after I turned 13. We wrote for a while, but that petered out. Last I heard, he had a new fuck buddy, and they sucked each other off regularly, and had even tried butt fucking. I'm happy for him, but I do miss him. I wasn't having a good year the year Mike moved away. My grandmother had passed away a few months earlier. I missed her a lot. Interestingly, she'd taught me how to cook, and I was able to cook a lot of great things. I missed cooking with her. Anyway, another family moved in next door, right after Mike moved out. A father, mother, grandmother, girl my age named Lynn, and her twin brothers Scott and John - who were 9. Lynn was shy, but beautiful. She had long dark brown hair, like mine. I wore it long even back then. Lynn had big brown eyes, and a gorgeous smile. I immediately felt an attraction of some kind to her, but it confused me, since I was beginning to think I was probably gay. Scott and John were outside playing all the time, and came over whenever I was outside, begging me to play with them, or to at least let them play with my golden retriever Jack. Sometimes I played a little hoop with them, or frisbee. Their favorite game was hide and seek though. I think it was because, whenever I found them, after chasing them around, I'd wrestle them down, and tickle the hell out of them. They'd be giggling and rolling around, crawling all over me. Jack would be barking and jumping on top of us. They loved it. I think they purposely let me find them! They were cute little guys. It wasn't long till I began to think of them like little brothers of my own. Lynn had to keep coming over to get Scott and John. Once Fall rolled around and they came over to play inside. We'd talk a bit when she came over. I noticed she'd come earlier than the boys had to be home, so she could visit a little. She was very interested in my interest in music. I was taking drum lessons at school, and privately I was taking piano lessons. I was also teaching myself how to play the guitar. I hoped to be in a band someday! She made me play for her, and said I was great! I began going over to Lynn's house to see her sometimes too. I couldn't explain it, but I had this funny feeling inside when I was with her. All I knew was I liked being with her. My feelings grew steadily, and fast, till I had this intense desire to be with her most of the time. I finally realized I was in love! Apparently Lynn felt the same way! It wasn't too long, once I realized I loved Lynn, before I kissed her the first time. We were out behind her garage. Nobody was around, or so we thought. I was standing in front of her. She had her back against the garage wall, and I leaned in and gently kissed her on the lips. I felt her kissing back, and continued kissing her. I felt my dick beginning to harden, which surprised me, since my only sexual thoughts were still about the things Mike and I had done. Suddenly, from the tree overhead, we heard "Yuck" and "EEWWW"! The boys had a tree fort and must've been in it, only we didn't know! "YOU GUYS!" I yelled. They scrambled out of the tree and ran for the house. I was right on their heels. I caught Scott and wrestled him to the ground tickling him. John doubled back and leaped on top of us. I tickled him too. Then I sat them up and told them that it wasn't polite to spy on a guy and girl when they were getting friendly like that. They giggled. I turned red. I made them promise to keep quiet about my kissing Lynn. They did. It lasted all of 2 minutes, because they jumped up and ran in the house yelling "Lynn and John are making out behind the garage!" I saw their mother's face pop up in the window, and I turned red again. She smiled. Lynn's and my relationship progressed rapidly. It wasn't long before we were making out whenever we got the chance. She'd let me feel her breasts, at first through her shirt, later she let me put my hand inside her bra and fondle them. Shortly after that, my hand was allowed down her pants, where my fingers would work in between her dripping vaginal lips and I'd massage her clit, till she came. Not long after that, we locked ourselves in her attic, and she pulled my pants down and sucked me off, swallowing my cum! God was that great! Eventually, we decided to go all the way. I got a friend at school to swipe a couple of his father's condoms for me. Then one day, while my mother was still at work, I had Lynn come over. We went up to my room, and took off all our clothes and crawled into my bed. We fondled and sucked each other all over. I gave her a multiple orgasm as I licked her clit. Personally, I didn't like licking her down there, the smell gagged me, but I loved her and she loved the feeling, so I did it for her. Then she whispered "John, make love to me". I pulled out a condom, ripped the package open and stuck it on the end of my dick. I wasn't exactly sure how to put it on, but it started to unroll a bit over my dick, so I just pushed it, and it finished unrolling, covering my cock completely. Lynn's vagina was dripping from her recent orgasms. I pressed my cock against her and pushed. She winced as I shoved it up inside her, emitting a sharp cry, when some resistence I felt as I pressed into her gave way and I suddenly plunged deep within her. I quickly pulled back out of her, and noticed a little blood on the condom covering my dick. I asked her if she was OK - she smiled and said she was, that I'd just taken her virginity was all, and that I should put my dick back inside her and fuck her. So I lowered myself back over her and gently pushed my dick back up inside her, til it was buried to the hilt in her cunt. I again asked if she was OK, and she said she was. Slowly I began fucking in and out of her. It felt good. I didn't like the feeling of the condom though. I couldn't feel things as well as when I wasn't wearing one. I continued though and in a minute she was having another orgasm. This caused me to start feeling my orgasm building too. Suddenly my cock began feeling more of the action, from about the ring meat forward. I had no idea why, but I was happy. A few more shoves and I felt ready to come. Then as Lynn continued coming, I let out a groan and emptied my loins into the condom buried deep inside her womanhood. When I finished, I slowed my strokes down, and Lynn's orgasm subsided too. I lay there on top of her a few minutes, kissing her, as she held me, my cock still deep inside her. Finally I pulled out of her, and to our horror we saw that the condom had ripped and about 3" of my cock was sticking out of it. My semen was inside her! I felt a deep sense of dread, as Lynn began crying. I held her till she finally stopped. We agreed after talking a bit that nobody gets pregnant their first time. How wrong we were... Three weeks later, her period was two weeks late, and still hadn't come. She also was feeling sick to her stomach a lot. Her mother questioned Lynn when she'd noticed that there were no used tampons in the trash! Lynn went to the doctor, and she was pregnant. Her father was furious - especially with me. Lynn, and the boys too, were forbidden from seeing me. My mother was very upset with me. More so with my father for not doing his job. My father was actually pretty nice to me - he felt guilty I think - for not having talked to me enough, not that that would've stopped me and Lynn from having sex. The baby was due in mid-December. We were both only 14. When school started again, Lynn and I saw each other at school all the time, even though at home she had to stay in her house. A couple times when she was left home alone she snuck over. We still loved each other very deeply. Since she was already pregnant, the times we got together, we made love, without a condom. It was great! In October, Lynn's father told her she'd be giving the baby up for adoption. She had figured her parents would help her raise the baby. She was completely distraught. So was I. I wanted my child too! I had planned on being his or her father and getting a job to pay some support. At Thanksgiving, I managed to see Lynn a few minutes. I'd bought a small diamond ring for her, one of those small ones with the chip for a diamond - it was all I could afford. I asked her to marry me. I knew we couldn't till we were old enough, but I thought maybe if her father saw I wanted to marry her, and was willing to get a job to help pay support for the baby that he'd change is mind. Lynn accepted the ring and my proposal. It only made her father madder! On Friday, December 13, Lynn went into labor. She called me and told me they were going to the hospital. I told her I'd be there too. I had to keep clear of the labor rooms though as her parents were there. At one point I saw them both leave, so I scooted in to see Lynn. I could only stay a couple minutes, as they were due right back. I told her I'd be in a waiting room down the hall. Then I left. 20 minutes later a woman in scrubs came in and asked if I was Lynn's fiance John. I grinned and said I was. She smiled and said she was Lynn's doctor and told me to come with her. She led me through a hallway that opened onto the maternity wing. She told me Lynn was very upset with her parents, so she had made them leave. They were in a different waiting room, and wouldn't be allowed back in. Lynn had wanted me though, and the doctor was hoping I'd be able to calm her down. I was elated! The minute I walked in, Lynn seemed to calm down. I got to stay with her all through the rest of her labor, and the delivery of our son. I got to cut the cord too! Then the doctor swaddled him up and placed him in my arms. I was actually holding my son! I started to cry as I realized this might be the only time I ever got with him. I nuzzled and kissed him and told him I loved him. Then I let Lynn have him. The doctor said she knew we were going to have to give him up soon, but she'd allow us a few minutes with him. Lynn had brought a camera and told me to get it out. We shot a roll of film in less than 3 minutes, taking turns holding him. I pocketed the camera when we'd finished the film off. "What's his name?" the Doctor asked, as she was filling in the birth certificate. We'd already discussed names when we thought we could keep him. "Dylan" I said, and Lynn nodded smiling. Lynn handed Dylan back to me for a couple minutes. I was happily cuddling him when the door suddenly burst open and her parents rushed in, followed by a strange woman. The strange woman said "Really!" looking at the doctor, then she tried to rip Dylan out of my arms. I spun away from her. Lynn screamed, and Dylan began crying. Lynn's father put his hands on my shoulders and tried to turn me back around, I pushed Dylan at Lynn, as Lynn's mother screamed "Tom - be careful of the baby!" I heard a nurse paging Security. Just then my father (God knows how he showed up) raced in. The strange woman grabbed Dylan from Lynn, and ran from the room with him, while Lynn's father attempted to punch me in the face. My father, who's really big, and was in full army uniform, spun him around and slammed him up against the wall, threatening him to never lay a hand on his son! Lynn was screaming, tears running down her face. She looked at me and screamed "Get Dylan back!" I ran from the room, right into Security. I told them I had to find my son. They firmly pushed me back into the delivery room though. My father yelled, "This is the one who's causing the problems!" Since he was in uniform, with lots of medals on his chest, they believed him, and dragged Lynn's father out of the room. Her mother raced over to Lynn, and looked back at me and said "haven't you caused enough trouble? Please leave!" Lynn was screaming "No!" and crying, as my father pulled me from the room. He made me go with him. He found a deserted waiting room, and dragged me in there, then my father looked into my eyes and told me it was over, my son was gone, and that he was very sorry, he knew how that felt, having lost me in the divorce. Then he took me in his arms and held me while I sobbed. When I finally pulled away from him, I saw he'd been crying too. When Lynn came home from the hospital, I still wasn't allowed to see her. When she came back to school, she wasn't herself. She was in a daze. She only became animated when I told her I'd try to find Dylan. I gave her her camera back and the developed pictures, which I'd kept a set for myself. She started crying. I held her for a long time, but she couldn't stop crying. I tried to find Dylan, but the agency that handled the adoption wouldn't say anything to me other than he was safe with an adoptive family who was old enough to take care of him! They emphasized the "old enough" part and dismissed me. Lynn never really recovered. A few weeks later, her parents went out for the evening, and her grandmother had taken the boys to visit some friends. Lynn was home alone. About 9:00 my mother said "what was that bang?" I didn't know. I went out the back door to see. I didn't see or hear anything, but found a box on the steps with my name on it. I looked inside it, and it was a lot of Lynn's stuff: the pictures of Dylan, her yearbooks, things I'd ever given her, her diaries, etc. There was also a letter for Dylan and one for me. I began to get a bad feeling. I ripped open the letter to me, and realized she was saying Good-Bye! Terrified I screamed, "MOM!!!!!!!!" I was shaking, and tears started running down my face, as I dropped the letter and ran for Lynn's house. Her parents were just walking in their front door. Her father stopped me as I tried to race into the house, even though I was screaming "You don't understand!" Then her mother's anguished screams of "NOOOOOOOOO!" could be heard from inside. Lynn's father turned and ran. I ran after him. My mother, who'd finally caught up to me, followed. From his study, I heard Lynn's father begin screaming. As I rounded the corner I thought I'd vomit. The room was trashed. Lynn was slumped over her father's desk, blood was everywhere, a pistol in her hand. An open vodka bottle was on the floor, and a blood covered note was laying on the desk. I just stood staring transfixed in horror. My mother's hand flew to her mouth and she turned away. After a few seconds I heard her on the phone and calling 911. Then she returned, and pulled me from the room. I was in a daze and just let her lead me away. The police arrived as she was taking me from the house. They stopped us to find out what had happened. Mom explained and said we'd be next door. I was barred from Lynn's funeral. I went to her grave afterwards and said a final Good-Bye to her, promising to somehow, someday, find Dylan for her. At school they had a memorial assembly for her. Over the few days she'd been dead, I wrote a song for her. In the middle of the assembly, they allowed people to go on stage and say things. I got up and walked up onto the stage. Everyone went silent, they all knew our story. A couple of the teachers looked worried. I sat at the piano and said into the microphone, "I wrote this song for Lynn. She was my fiancee, my lover, the mother of my son, she was my whole life!", then I played and sang the song! It must've been pretty good, because as I walked off the stage, past my seat, and out of the auditorium, with tears streaming down my face, the entire student body was on their feet applauding, and most of them, even a lot of the older boys were crying too! Two months after Lynn died, her father got drunk one night, and decided to go for a drive. His wife tried to stop him, but somehow ended up going in the car with him. They were both killed when he slammed into a tree headon! I'm convinced he drove into it on purpose. The night of the funeral (I went - for the boys' sake), John and Scott begged me to come over a while. Their grandmother said it was OK, so I did. We tried to watch some TV, but they couldn't keep their minds on it, and we ended up talking about everything that had happened. We were sitting on the couch, me between them. We had our feet stretched out on a big ottomon in front of us. They both ended up leaning up against me crying. I held them both as they wept. Eventually, they were both so exhausted, they drifted off to sleep still leaning on me. I dozed off too. I awoke a while later as their grandmother was gently tucking a comforter over us. "I'll call your mother and let her know you're sleeping here tonight" she whispered and smiled. I smiled back and fell back asleep, both boys still snuggled up to me, sleeping in my arms. The three of us ended up sleeping together on the couch that way for the rest of the night. The next day, their grandmother told me she and the boys would be staying in the house together. She also said that she realized we'd all lost so many loved ones, that we needed to hang onto who we had left, and that I was welcome to spend as much time with the boys as I wanted to. She also let me know in no uncertain terms that she held her-son-law (Lynn's father) fully responsible for all the bad things that had happened. She had wanted to keep Dylan too, and help raise him. So did Lynn's mother. If only that bastard had let us all keep the baby, everyone would still be alive. Two and a half years have gone by since that day. Since then, I've spent a lot of time with the boys. They love being with me, and I enjoy spending time with them. I feel like Lynn is with me when I'm with them. They've each forged a very strong bond with me. They've grown to look up to me as the man in their lives, even though I'm only 5 years older than them. They love me, and I love them. I play games with them. We play sports. I campout in a tent in the yard with them. And, they come to me with their problems and questions. Of course, sex has been a big topic of our conversations lately, since they just turned 12. Not too long ago, they both came to me all excited, and made me go into the bathroom with them. Once we were in there, John ripped his pants down and told me to look carefully around his penis. I chuckled as I spied his first couple pubic hairs. Then Scott pulled his pants down and asked me to see if I could find any on him. I laughed, as I looked. "Hmm - not yet" I said. "Look harder," he begged, "look underneath it." "Well, pick it up then" I said. "No! You pick it up," he replied. So I took his penis in between my thumb and index and middle fingers and lifted it looking underneath, till finally I found one pubic hair! Scott was elated! I noticed that while I was holding Scott's penis it began to stiffen a bit. John's had too while he watched me holding his twin's dick. I could feel my own cock stiffening as well. As I let go of Scott's dick, I noticed it had that slight steady rythmic twitch, a hardening cock gets. With each twitch it was getting bigger. So was John's. Both boys tinged a bit red in the face. I could feel my cock hardening rapidly. "Um guys, unless you two are planning to jerk off - you'd best put them away" I said, pointing at their now mostly stiff dicks. They both hesitated, then John said "could you tell us what the best way to jerk off is?" I laughed, but realized they were already pretty embarassed, so I stopped and said "whatever works best for you. Whatever feels best. I guess you two have been experimenting a bit together?" Both boys tinged even redder, as first Scott, then John nodded. "It's OK" I said. Then I told them how great jerking off could be, and that there was nothing wrong with doing it. They both looked really relieved. Suddenly they were full of questions, all of which I answered of course. I made them pull their pants back up first though. I was afraid I wouldn't be able to keep my hands off them if they didn't. They were turning out to be damned cute! From then on, we had a running dialog about sex. They both try out different masturbatory techniques together all the time, and always report back to me about it! They aren't inhibited to talk to me about anything. It's great! Not long after that, I was looking for them one day, and Grandma said they were in the tree fort. I climbed up, and got a shock as my head popped up into the fort. They were both completely naked and were lying on the floor of the fort in a 69, sucking each other off. They were just at the point where they were about to come. They didn't see me, and I was too shocked to do anything but stare, my cock swelling. Both were pistoning up and down each other's dicks and were fondling each other's nut sacks, when suddenly they both began grunting and moaning as they orgasmed. They hadn't started having wet orgasms yet, but I didn't realize they'd discovered blow jobs! I quickly ducked down once they'd finished. I didn't let them know I'd seen them. Since Lynn's death, I tried a couple of times to find out about Dylan. I hit a stone wall with each query. I did recently get one person to tell me that he was still alive and well, and was living with a loving adoptive family. Of course, she could have told me that, hoping to placate me so that I'd go away. Also, during these past couple years, I became very good at playing drums, piano and guitar. A couple of friends and I formed a band. They voted me lead singer, because my voice was better than any of their's. We must be pretty good too, because after a talent show at our school, people began wanting to hire us to play at affairs they were having, including the school dances. So we became a money making band! My father is currently assigned to a US army division stationed in England, and is living in London. He married an English divorcee over the summer. She has a 13 year old boy from her previous marriage. I haven't met either of them yet. In fact I have't seen my father since before his wedding. Other than that, things seemed to finally be going pretty good for me. School was OK. The band was great! The twins and I were so close to each other! I should have known it was too good to be true. Just after my 17th birthday, my mother was in a car accident one night on her way home from work. An old man had a heart attack and hit her head on. Both of them died. I was devestated. The boys and their grandmother hovered around me, helping me in anyway they could. I tried to call my father, but only got an answering machine. So I left a message for him to call. I didn't hear back from him. "Grandma" ended up helping me with the funeral arrangements. We had a nice funeral for Mom. I tried calling my father again, and got a woman, who turned out to be my step mother. I explained why I was calling. She seemed kind enough, and within an hour my father called back, saying he'd be right over. I told him he didn't have to come, I was OK, but he said he'd be there the next day. The next day, Dad arrived. He apologized for not returning my first call, but he'd been out of town on army business. I took him to the cemetery. When we got back we sat down to talk. It was then that he told me I would be moving back to London to live with him, my step-mother, and step-brother. I was stunned! I'd had no idea that I wouldn't be able to just continue living in our house. I was 17. I felt I was old enough. Dad told me that according to the divorce settlement, if anything happened to Mom, he was left in charge of me. He continued that the law forbid a minor to live alone, and that since he lived in England, I would have to go live there too. He did say he was sorry. I felt like the rug had been pulled out from under me! Not only was my Mom dead, but now my Dad was making me move to a foreign country, away from my home, the twins, the band, and everything that mattered in my life! I lost it! I began yelling at him. He sat calmly taking it. Which pissed me off all the more, and I ended up breaking down and starting to cry in frustration. I ran up to my room, with Jack right behind me and locked the two of us in. Jack laid next to me as I cried. Eventually I stopped, and laid there feeling empty. Dad tried knocking on my door a couple times, but each time I just told him to go away. In the days that followed, I eventually resigned myself to the fact I had to move to London. I wasn't happy at all with my father though, and let him know it'd be one hell of a long time before I was again. I noticed he was trying his best to be nice to me. The guys in the band were upset when I told them. We'd been doing so well! I told them it was temporary, I'd be back when I was 18, which was less than a year away. They agreed to put things on hold for a while, and just keep on practicing. We agreed to keep in touch and we'd play together whenever I visited. The hardest thing to do was tell the twins I was leaving. I made my father watch as I broke their hearts. They reacted like I did, running to their room to cry. Unlike me when I wouldn't let my father in, they let me in though and I held them while all three of us wept. Dad and Grandma stayed downstairs in the living room, while I tried to pick up the pieces. I told them it was going to be really hard to be apart from them, but that we'd call, write, e-mail, and I'd visit soon. I told them I'd be home in a year. They tried to be brave, but I could tell they were both feeling like they were being abandoned. They would have no one but their grandmother anymore. I wasn't speaking to Dad, but I told him I didn't want to sell the house, I only wanted to rent it out. I intended to move back once I was 18. Dad agreed (although I think in his mind he was humoring me, and I expected a when at 18, I said I was coming home). We found a realtor who was willing to manage the property in my place as a landlord. Then I had to pack up the things I wanted to take to England, and the rest had to go into storage. The only thing that was good about it was, we were flying on a military plane and I could bring more stuff with me. In the end, I decided to bring my: keyboard, guitar, drumset, laptop, clothes, some odds and ends I thought I might need, and Jack of course. All too soon, the day we were to leave was upon us. The day before, movers came and took everything to storage. All that was left in the house was the stuff I was taking with me. That night we would sleep at Lynn's house. Her grandmother insisted. I visited Mom and Lynn at the cemetery one last time, and jammed with the guys in the band for a while. That night Grandma threw a going away party. It was a great dinner, but nobody was very happy. The boys insisted I sleep with them - they each had a double bed, and all three of us ended up sleeping crammed into one of them, because they both wanted to sleep with me for the last time. They were both very upset about losing me, and ended up crying themselves to sleep as I laid between them, with one snuggled up to me on each side. Dad slept on the couch. The next morning, after breakfast, we noticed a couple of soldiers outside, who'd come to pick us up. They loaded my stuff up, including a cage for Jack. We had a tearful good-bye, then Dad and I left. The twins were sobbing uncontrollably as we pulled away. I was crying too. I couldn't stand it that I was hurting them so much. The flight was uneventful. I didn't speak to Dad at all, burying my nose in a magazine. We rode in a cargo plane, so Jack was able to be up front with us - but he had to be in his cage. He didn't like flying, but did OK. Before we landed, Dad said to me "Look, I'm sorry about all this. I know moving to England with me, on top of losing Mom is hard! I know you blame me. Fine. You can be mad at me, you don't even have to speak to me - but please don't take it out on Elizabeth and Jacob - none of this is their fault, and your suddenly moving in with us is going to be hard on them too!" I just looked at him, my eyes smoldering. Soon, we were on the front steps of a three story house in London. The door was opened by a pretty brunette woman, who Dad kissed and introduced as my step-mother. She hugged me and told me she was sorry about my mother. I smiled weakly, but politely. Behind her stood a short, skinny, rather skittish-looking, 13 year old boy with light brown unruly hair and hazel eyes. Dad introduced him as my step-brother Jacob. Shyly, he shook my hand and said "Hi!" ----------------------------------------------------------------------------- The next chapter in this series will be published shortly.