Date: Tue, 4 Jun 2019 16:54:33 +0000
From: Al Peres <al.peres@hotmail.com>
Subject: The Island That Never Was Chapter 5

			THE ISLAND THAT NEVER WAS
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				by Al Peres


				PART 5
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Chapter 21
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After dinner, the children went to bed still wearing their walk garments;
in a moment that Carla was distracted or she seemed that, Jeremy took in
his arms Helen and they kissed passionately. He noted his dick growing and
pressing against his tight trousers. He murmured excitedly:

       "Helen please, I need you, I'm missing you a lot." They kissed
again.

       "Me too, Jeremy; but I can't leave Helen and especially in these
circumstances. Please be patient." He reluctantly left her but kissed Helen
again. He was hot and excited and with his hard-on, went to his room
accompanied by Jackie still disguised as a girl. The brown-skinned boy
grinned when they were closing the door.

       "You look a little bit horny Jeremy." Jeremy looked at him, pushed
him rudely onto the bed and started kneading his friend everywhere.

       "I need to fuck anything tonight and nothing better than your
beautiful butt." Jackie smiled and in seconds they were naked lying on the
bed. Jeremy was so hot and energized that he couldn't wait for Jackie to
oil his cock; fortunately, his dick was pouring precum after the moments
with his girl. He placed himself behind Jackie, raised his left leg and
pushed his hard cock into him to the hilt. Jackie moaned as he felt a sharp
quick pain when Jeremy's dick passed thru his sphincter. Jeremy relaxed for
a moment, took Jackie cock in his left hand and started stroking him at the
same time he was fucking his butt. Soon both boys caught the pace and began
breathing hard. Jackie groaned in pleasure as he reached the point of no
return. He pushed his butt back in order to get the maximum length of
Jeremy's dick into him. This brought Jeremy to orgasm as well, and with a
muffled scream spurted his load into Jackie bowels. They quietened during a
few minutes, but they were very young and soon Jeremy's balls refilled his
prostate. This time he lay on his back and Jackie straddled him, impaling
himself on that beautiful and long cock. They continued their sex plays
until were exhausted; then relaxed drifted to sleep.

Bernard was aware that the birth of the twins was approaching and could
take place anytime.  He had taken all the measures and had instructed about
the cleaning of the room; he was obsessed with cleanliness. He had observed
that during their stay on the island, rarely the children got any wound
infected since they were always clean due to the daily dipping and
swimming. And as children that they were, more than once, they got injured
when walking or climbing palm trees but never infected. He then applied the
same procedure to the instruments and all that Carla could touch. He had
carefully trained Jeremy and as usually he responded with efficiency. He
went to bed not too late in spite of Jack and he being outside fucking some
special women, the women's husbands were onboard of ships miles away. They
had been visiting them regularly since they arrived, always accompanied by
Mr Collins, so their friendship had increased. At dawn, he heard some
knocks on his door.

       "Bernard, I'm Jack, please get up, Carla has started feeling pains."
It was April 25th, 1791. Before he ended the phrase Bernard opened the
door.

       "Are they frequent?"

       "No; I'm nervous, but I think every ten minutes or so." Bernard
placed his arm on his friend's shoulder and smiled, encouraging the future
father. Then, with calm, he advised him.

       "Don't worry; it will take a few hours before she is ready. Please,
send someone to fetch the lady-nurse from the hospital. I'll wake Jeremy
up, but please, don't rush; it is not necessary.  We do not hurry." Jack
rubbed his hands nervously.

       "I have already sent a coach to pick the lady up."

       "Good. In that case, wait for me in your room. I'll be with you in
one minute." Bernard dressed appropriately for his task and went to call
Jeremy; he found him with his left arm wrapped around the dark brown
boy. He grinned as he touched his son's back. "Come on, Jeremy, Carla is
approaching. Don't rush but hurry up. Wash carefully your face and
especially your hands as I have instructed you." The boy jumped from the
bed as he rubbed his eyes.

       "In five minutes I'll be ready, dad."

Bernard entered the room and found all the family there, including Helen
that was holding Carla's hand. Bernard then said:

       "Please, you all better leave the room except Jack." The parents and
Helen left the room to an adjacent living room and sat. That would be a
long morning. He recognized her and found everything was right.

       "Carla, you don't need to be scared; everything is going smoothly
and right." He smiled to her and she returned the smile, extending her hand
to her husband. Jack took her warm hand and kissed it; his eyes were
blurred with tears. He loved deeply his doll, as he used to call her when
they were in their intimate moments.

       "Thanks, Bernard. I'm more confident since you are here." The lady
and Jeremy entered the room at the same time. Bernard ordered them to go to
wash and clean themselves thoroughly, after assuring that they had taken a
hot bath the night before. The bright autumn sun started entering thru the
large windows, so Bernard thought it would be the best time. He then
instructed Jeremy and the lady, but Carla to hear:

       "We are ready; therefore we'll start the operation. Jack, please,
you better leave us." He nodded and left the room. "Ready?"

       "Yes doctor, we are ready." The woman answered confidently.

       "Jeremy, please give Carla the milk." He did and the young woman
drank it slowly. He then raised her nightdress up to her breasts; she was
not wearing any bra. "Now apply a layer of cream here. Remember what you
did on my leg." He signalled the inflamed abdomen. The woman watched the
young boy, not understanding their words. She was amazed by how a thirteen
y/o boy could behave as a medical professional; she had never met people
like these in her entire life, she thought. A few minutes later Carla was
asleep and quiet breathing. Bernard took some cotton with a forceps and
impregnated it in iodine. "Jeremy, please, turn down the sandglass." He did
and Bernard asked: "Scalpel" He felt the sharp bright instrument in his
right hand and with a decision made a long cut in Carla low abdomen. Blood
started to spring and the lady dried it with clean white cotton that had
previously been boiled and dried. A second cut on the muscular wall and the
pink bag appeared in front of them. "Forceps," He asked; Jeremy put in his
hand the instrument. He caught the bag with the forceps and applied the
scalpel to it; a clean cut and suddenly the beautiful rose face of a baby
appeared before his eyes. He took her from the legs and lifted to her
mother chest. With a forceps took the umbilical cord and cut it with the
scissors, then said to the lady: "Please tie up the cordon and proceed
while I continue with the other baby. How is Carla breathing, Jeremy?"

       "She's alright and breathing steady." The boy answered. The woman
took the little girl to a nearby table and cleaned her; then squeezed a
half lemon and placed a drop of the juice into each eye. The little girl
started squealing, Bernard repeated the same action with the other baby, a
bigger boy. The same screams until the lady placed him near his sister on
top of his mother. Then the babies calmed down as they heard their mother's
heartbeats. Bernard then extracted the placentas and dropped them into a
bucket near the bed. He gazed to the sandglass and grinned. He cleaned the
blood and juices of Carla's abdomen.

       "Forceps, Jeremy." The boy was waiting for this command and was
ready; he provided the instruments to fix the muscle wall. "Needle." Jeremy
put in his hand the curved needle with a strange strong thread. Bernard
started carefully placing stitches along the open wound until he finished
closing it. Then he repeated the action on the upper layer where the skin
was; this time with silk strong sanitary thread. He dried the remaining
blood and asked: "Forceps and iodine".  He spread the iodine over the wound
and placed some gauze and cotton on it. "How are they?  He asked. The lady,
a professional nurse, smiled very pleased.

       "Very well doctor, waiting to suck something, especially the boy."

Jack, Carla's parents and Helen were not far and they had heard the screams
from the babies.  Jack was terribly nervous the same as Carla's parents;
however, Helen seemed to be comfortable as if she had been performing the
operation. She then said:

	"Everything will be alright; my father is great and Jeremy is with
him." The adults stared at her a little bit confused, mentally asking
themselves how a little girl could behave like this and they, grown adult
persons, were as nervous as jelly.

Bernard's mind was busy in what he had at his hands, from time to time he
stared at the sandglass. Then he ordered to his assistants:

       "Jeremy, place the babies on their respective cots. Ann, please,
help me to wrap a band around Carla's tummy." Between both wrapped a large
band in order to prevent the gauze and cotton to move. When they finished
he dropped again the nightdress down. He looked to the sandglass. "We did a
good job. Thanks, Ann, thanks, Jeremy. Now Ann, wash the babies as you know
very well and dress them. Jeremy, you help me to remove all bloody items
and take away the placentas." They acted as automats, and some minutes
later Jeremy wheeled slowly the cots to the door while his father and Ann
placed Carla on the other clean bed. Jeremy opened the door as Jack, Helen
and the grandfathers quickly approached: They took in their arms the lovely
little beings and kissed them nervously. After kissing his babies Jack
asked:

       "Can I see Carla, Bernard?" The physician smiled satisfied.

       "Yes, of course, but she is still asleep." Jack couldn't believe it;
she was on the bed sleeping peacefully with a lovely pink colour on her
smooth cheeks. The big and strong man asked Bernard almost in tears.

       "Is she alright, Bernard?"

       "Yes. However, we must wait for the next seventy-two hours; that's
the critical time. As I told you, the babies have suffered nothing; of
course, they will miss their mom, so I recommend you to provide them with a
wet-nurse to help Carla on feeding them, especially the boy that looks
hungry. Now you must leave the babies to Ann in order she washes and
dresses them properly. The grandparents reluctantly left the babies, and
then Helen said:

       "Can I help you, Ann? The woman looked to the young girl and
grinned.

       "Yes, you can; eventually you will have yours, I hope." Helen looked
at Jeremy that was busy arranging and putting in order the room. He
blushed. She went with the lady to the next room where the warm water, soap
and clean babies' garments were waiting for them. Jack sat down near Carla
and some minutes later she opened her large eyes. Still, in a blur, she
recognized her husband; she then murmured:

       "Jack, where is..." She did not dare to say she or him. The man with
a satisfied grimace kissed his wife's hand and asked:

       "Who, she or he?" She still was under the drug effects but looked
puzzled to her husband as he added. "Yes, Carla, we have two beautiful and
gorgeous babies, one boy and one girl." She looked as if she was somewhere
else, but her mom that was holding her hand confirmed it, with tears in her
old eyes.

       "Yes darling; we have two beautiful children." She looked around
trying to see Bernard; she met his eyes and he knew what a mother wanted to
know.

       "Don't worry Carla. They are complete and seem healthy children. Now
what we need to care is about your recovery. Tomorrow you'll start feeding
them, and a wet-nurse will help; but I suggest you do it every day as much
as you can; that will help your body to get fit and return quickly to its
original shape before you got pregnant again, of course." She smiled.

       "Can I see them, please?" Her father intervened.

       "My daughter, we regret that we kept you and Jack ignoring it; but I
believed it was the best. It is my entire responsibility." His daughter
extended her arm and pressed his dad's arm.

       "I love you, dad. I know it." Ann and Helen returned with the babies
and placed them on top of her chest; Carla with tears of joy kissed and
hugged them repeatedly. Bernard then intervened:

       "Sorry Carla, but you need to rest; you will have time enough to
look after them; now I want you to recover from the large cut I made to
bring them into this world. Someone must be with her 24 hours around, at
least during the next 72 hours. Ann will do the first guard."

       "May I do the second, please?" Helen asked. Bernard then argued.

       "Well... I don't want to interfere; it is up to Jack to decide who
will take care of his wife.  Mrs Eliot surely will take care of the babies
and Ann will probably find someone to help. She is an excellent
professional." The nurse was entering and heard Bernard's comment.

       "Thanks, Doctor. I must say I never watched a man more obsessed with
cleanliness than you, including nurses and doctors in the hospital. I'll
take care to provide a good nurse to guard the young lady. They all left
the room, closed the windows and went to have a cup of tea.

A few hours later Carla woke up; that was during Helen's guard, so she was
very happy to find her there.

       "Where are my children, Helen?"

       "They are sleeping, the same as you, but after having sucked and
emptied the wet- nurse's breasts; if they continued like this, very soon
they'll need a spoon rather than a breast, especially the boy." Carla
smiled very pleased. "I still envy you a lot, Carla. I would like to see
them growing, I'm sure they will be a beautiful couple and you will be very
proud of them."

       "Why don't you stay here with us? You would be as my younger sister
and..." She stopped her with a broad grin.

       "Oh no! I want to grow too, and have my own children." Carla
chuckled. Then Bernard entered.

       "Please Helen, close the door, I'll check on this young lady." He
explored her in silence, removing the old and stained gauze by fresh
ones. "Everything seems alright; once twenty fours hours elapse, I want you
to leave the bed and get a good warm bath, not hot." Carla stared at him
perplexed. That was not a normal medical procedure in those times, and her
mother and friends had told her that she had to remain in bed at least for
a week. Bernard observed her questions in her lovely face, but then
reaffirmed: "Yes, I have said 24 hours, and after 72 hours you will leave
the room and start doing short walks with Helen or whoever you want near
you.  Besides, you must feed your babies just from tonight on." She looked
at him again. She had her breasts swollen with life product.

       "Bernard, I like it, but... aren't you too severe?"

       "If you enjoy it, I don't see why I'm severe." The girl smiled. "You
would remain in bed if you were sick, but you are not. My father and I are
against old medical practices, including that nasty custom of extracting
the patient's blood with those horrible animals." They smiled, but that was
true and she felt very happy and lucky for finding such a good physician
and friend.

That day was a very happy day in Cape Town. The operation; the babies and
Carla have successfully passed the critical moments without any problem,
and two weeks later after the babies' birth, she was happily feeding her
children and had fully recovered. She knew his friends sooner or later
would depart, though she would have liked to keep Helen with her. Those
thoughts made her a little bit sad, though she understood they had their
own lives. Jack, the babies' father and grandparents could not be happier
with the new springs.

Chapter 22
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Thousands of miles away, in England, something similar was happening. More
than a month later, the mail-ship has arrived conveying the good news. In
the Admiralty, one of the Admiralty's assistants entered into Sir William
Wolf's office carrying the memo and the introduction letter sent in the
mail-ship, regarding the death of Captain Black.

       "Sir William, today we have not only beautiful spring good weather
but also excellent news from Cape Town: Captain Black will never be a
nightmare for us." The old man sat down behind the large desk looked
puzzled to his assistant. He extended his hand and caught the roll of
papers, still sealed. Firstly he read the introduction letter and nervously
broke the seals and started to read the rest. He stopped for a moment and
ordered:

       "Please, close the door, I want no one disturbs me until I finish
reading these documents."

       "Yes, sir." The man left closing the door behind as Sir Williams
commenced slowly and with satisfaction reading the documents. From time to
time, he snorted: "Great!" "Fantastic!" or "Great boys!" "Amazing Captain
Marten!" He sipped from his cup of tea and finally said, "Oh poor
children!" He then murmured, "This little boy and his father deserve all
our respects.  Risking their lives, they have saved our frigate, all lives
of her crew, and besides, we have caught a new ship for our fleet; not to
mention the amount of money and jewels plus recovering Captain Marten's
ship. They are worth ten times the reward." He then ran a little silver
bell and his assistant, a Captain of Corvette, entered; he
ordered. "Arnold: Sit down, I'll dictate you a short letter for Sir Charles
Northfield. I want a quick messenger to deliver it immediately." The
officer did not reply; in silence, he wrote down what his boss dictated
him; Sir Williams signed it and introduced into a yellow envelope that the
assistant sealed. He knew on Friday, Bernard's father was not in the
hospital, but in his large house in the countryside, a few hours from
London. He used to dedicate Friday to cure and attend peasants from the
neighbourhood that paid him with affection, hens, rabbits or turkeys that
he was forced to accept, thus he was worshipped in that area.

After a couple of weeks of starting school, John Smith had definitely
decided not to go again into a vessel; he liked to assist Sir Charles when
he was attending people. After some months he was so efficient that the
physician and doctor took the boy with him whenever they had to visit sick
people. Sir Charles had told him that if he continued going so well in the
school he would be one of his assistants in the hospital and with the time
a physician. John thanked God for his luck and could not be happier.

That day they were attending a broken leg of a boy that had fallen from a
horse. Sir Charles had fixed it and he was wrapping it when a noise of
horses came from the adjacent yard. A sergeant and two soldiers stopped and
jumped from their tired and sweated horses, a servant girl came out from
the large house.

	"Can I help you, sir?"

       "Yes. We bring a personal and urgent message for Sir Charles
Northfield." The young lady extended her hand to take the envelope but the
sergeant shouted at her: "Are you silly or what, woman? I said personal!"
The scared girl entered the house. Bernard's father heard the sergeant and
instructed John:

       "Please John; this girl doesn't know how to proceed with the
military. Take the sergeant to the library; I'll be with him in one
minute. Those horses must be almost exhausted. Please show the soldiers
where the stables are in order the animals can rest and be fed."

       "Yes, sir." He did as told and the sergeant felt satisfied as he was
treated. He knew Sir Charles and had been very pleased coming to bring the
message; his Captain had said only a few words regarding the content in
order to encourage him.

       "Sergeant, glad to see you again. Did you arm recover well?" The
soldier put himself straight with his blue hat under his arm.

       "Yes, sir; thank you, sir." The military extended the envelope to
him; he broke the seal and extracted the yellow paper and started
reading. He could not retain two tears rolling down his old cheeks. The
sergeant was worried and he dared to ask: "Bad news sir? I'm sorry." The
old man instinctively hugged the sergeant that did not know what to do or
say.

       "You have brought me the best news I ever had during my entire
life." He then shouted: "Mary! Mary! And he went out. Five minutes later
the house was a revolution of happy shouts and sobs, especially from the
old servants. John was in the stables helping the soldiers as he heard the
shouts and came back. He thought perhaps someone had had a serious accident
and entered to help the doctor. He found the doctor was hugging softly his
wife; very unusual situation and he felt embarrassed, so he retreated to
the kitchen, but Sir Charles saw him: "John, please boy come here! It also
concerns you. My son is alive!" Suddenly the now near sixteen-years-old boy
felt he could not stop tears of joy; he dared to ask:

       "And... what's about Jeremy?"

       "It is only a short note from the Admiralty; they say that my son
and his children are now in Cape Town. The Governor had retained them there
because there is not any other physician available and his daughter was
expecting a baby. In spite of being Saturday, tomorrow we'll go to London
where the full report is." The old lady, Bernard's mother, extended his arm
to him and he obediently approached her.

       "John, you carried us the first hope and now it has been
confirmed. The Spring has brought us the best present we could imagine."

       "I'm... very happy about it; I look forward to seeing them soon."
The boy said with a sigh. Then Sir Charles added:

       "John, you were the only survivor so far, so you are entitled to
come with me to the Admiralty, perhaps they may have further questions to
make you."

       "I'll be very glad to accompany you, sir.

       "Please call the sergeant. I need to talk to him." The sergeant
immediately appeared: "Sergeant, you have conveyed very good news; your
people and horses must be tired, so, if you agree, you and your men will
sleepover here and rest from your long ride. Tomorrow at dawn we'll proceed
to London."

       "I do agree with you sir, and my men will be very happy to do so; it
will be an honour to escort you to the Admiralty." The following morning
very early, a carriage left the large house.  Mrs, Northfield stayed at
home because she wanted to order a special service in the village's church
to thank God for the return of their child. Dressed as a young gentleman,
John accompanied Sir Charles. They entered the large building and
immediately all the high-rank officers that met him expressed their
congratulations for the news. He entered the large room where Sir William
was; John remained outside with the Admiral's assistant, admiring the large
oil canvases showing ships in battles. Sir William hugged his old friend
and offered him the documentation received from Cape Town. Bernard's father
read the memorandum in detail and then expressed his thanks to his
friend. At those moments a great admiration and affection dawned in Bernard
father's soul in respect of his official grandson. Sir William then
commented:

       "It seems that boy, Jeremy, must be a brave one. What do you think
about Captain Marten's children?" Sir Charles remained in silence for some
moments.

       "The brown-skinned boy isn't an African or Indian; his mother was a
direct descendant from an Aztec princess. Marten fell in love with her
during one of his business trips to Central America with slaves; he brought
her to Africa because he did not want his wife knowing about that
fact. Eventually, when the woman was well advanced in her pregnancy he
brought her to England." The Admiral was astonished.

       "How do you know that, Charles?"

       "I know it, Williams, it has been a professional secret and I
couldn't reveal it to you, but if he comes here with my son, we will treat
him with respect. He and his half-sister cannot be blamed for what their
father did, in spite of our society's opinion due to the colour of his
skin."

       "I do agree with you, Charles. We'll do our best to welcome them. I
presume that the children's aunt won't be very happy when she knows about
it. Do you think it'll be advisable telling her?"

       "Why not? I suppose she had to explain why she didn't pay the rescue
to get her niece and nephew back."

       "Yes, I think so. On the other hand, we must inspect that ship, the
yacht that Marten constructed; he kept as a well guarded secret the
innovations he made to reach so high speed.  We look forward to seeing
Bernard and he explains that to us; Marten never permitted this. We
recognize now he was one of the best engineers on shipbuilding." A little
bit sarcastic and sad, Sir Charles answered:

       "As usual too late, I'm afraid. He is dead and now his daughter must
decide about it..."  He paused. "Alright Williams, I must thank again for
your help. We'll be in touch."

       "Charles, when do you think your son will arrive here?"

       "Still he has a long trip. But assuming the girl has finished today
and everything went alright, he'll wait around fifteen days or a month;
another twenty days or a month trip, if he finds favourable winds; I
believe that between one month and fifty days from now; so I expect them to
arrive during the second half of May the soonest." Sir Williams put an arm
around his friend's shoulders, hugged him and both said goodbye.

When the wreckage was known, a wave of sadness and sympathy ran thru the
country. Britain was a powerful nation due to the sea and these accidents
fell deeply into the British hearts, and even more because they did not die
in a war, but performing trade that enriched the country.  However, in this
instance, the Admiralty released a short note to the press, promising that
once Dr Northfield and his family were back, the Admiralty would provide a
full report about the events including the news about the death of Captain
Black and his cruel crew. The news was front page on the existing
newspapers, and the public considered the three children and the physician
as heroes. They had risked their own lives, allowing the success of this
extraordinary operation. Everybody felt like his own this success that
quickly widespread thru the country.

Tim Mullen was not an exception. As soon as he returned to the school on
Monday, he rushed to the Seminary to meet his friend, Joe, carrying in his
hands the previous day's newspaper.  The boy did not know anything since
rarely the news went so quickly into the close Seminary school. As soon as
he spotted him, shouted waving the paper:

	"Joe, Joe, look at the news!" He spread the paper and could watch
in large block letters the news about his friend. Joe sighed as his eyes
blurred. Instinctively he hugged Tim very hard.

	"Thanks, Tim, you are a good friend. If he ever returns, I'll
introduce you to him, though the next September I'll go into a college in
Oxford."

	"That's fantastic because I'll go to Kings College in Cambridge,
too, and it is not far away from Oxford. My father finally has accepted me
to study laws. That what's I like more, though he would have been happier
if I had studied to be a good merchant as he is; I suppose my little baby
brother, Frank, would do it. Linda is the one who really likes to be a
merchant, but unfortunately, she is a woman." He paused and Joe stared at
him inquiring.

	"It seems you have more good news, aren't you?" The blond boy
grinned.

	"Besides a good student, you are a magician. Yes, I have something
else." He paused.  "Next Sunday, long before the service starts, Linda will
be at the usual place to meet you; that's all." Joe sighed and grinned.

	"Definitely today is my good day. Thanks, Tim, you are a good
friend and brother.  Please, tell her I'll be there." After a few minutes,
they walked up to their respective classes. At the end of the day and after
finishing his tasks, Joe went into the seminary's chapel and kneeled in a
far corner. Fervently with tears of joy, he thanked God for hearing his
prayers. Besides, he'll prepare the place for the encounter with his adored
blonde. On Sunday, well before the service started, he gave an excuse and
went to the chapel; he watched how a figure stood in a dark corner,
apparently she had been praying; the boy approached her, without any word
took her hand and dragged her to a hide where they stored cleaning
material, closing it silently. They looked into each other blue eyes.

	"Linda, you are risking your reputation and..." He could not end
the sentence because she was anxious and determined to finish quickly. She
placed her arms around the red-haired boy and kissed him on the lips; she
was new and had never kissed a boy; Joe paid her back.  After some time
united they broke the kiss.

	"I know what I am risking, but you are risking even more than I
do." He grinned broadly as they hugged tightly, he then whispered in her
ear. "I love you, my beautiful blonde, you are mad but I adore your
madness." Before she could answer, he kissed her again noticing the girl's
smooth cheeks were wet with tears of happiness.

	"I must go, my freckled boy; I love you!" they disentangled as she
said: "I'll keep you posted." She disappeared into the large church. Still,
Joe remained hidden in the storage place for some minutes until his young
heart and dick recovered the normal rate. They had had only a short time,
but he thought it has been enough.

Chapter 23
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The days passed by in Cape Town; Carla walked and fed his children every
day. After twenty days, she felt very well and strong enough to make daily
long walks pushing the big pram.  Bernard had removed the outside stitches
and put some iodine on the scar. They celebrated the event with a private
great feast that all enjoyed, inviting many people, especially high
officers and members of the colony. Bernard made a final checking on Carla,
in the presence of her husband and parents.

       "Well, Carla; you are ready for a new pregnancy within a month." She
grinned.

       "Thanks, Bernard, but I'm happy with my family just as it is now; we
don't want to tempt our good luck. Jack and I want to enjoy our lives with
our two children."

       "Alright, that's up to you and your husband; but don't feel the
prejudice that the next would be so dangerous. This wasn't normal."

       "Never mind Bernard. That was what we had planned and wanted, a
couple. If they go well it is enough for us." Jack pressed his wife's hand
and kissed her with love."

       "Alright, Carla. I need to go to the dockyard and check the final
arrangements. We are leaving next Friday morning with the high tide."

       "We'll miss you all, especially Helen; she's very brave and the best
girl I ever met."

       "I know it Carla, but I have the feeling that we'll see each other
not very long from now."

       "You are right. Dad wants to retire, or at least, return to England
as soon as the Crown lets him do it. He wants to return home as soon as
possible, but that depends on many factors and not only on our will." The
Governor and his wife entered and Bernard told them how she was.

       "Bernard, we'll never thank you enough for what you have done. I
hope to have the chance at least, partially pay you back." He paused trying
to remember something. "Oh, by the way! The chest has been beautifully
repaired and restored. It is in your room. Also, your ship has been
supplied with what you told us, and now she is ready to sail off. Please
provide the yard with the food list and anything you might have forgotten."

       "Thank you, sir. I'll do just now. Our plans are to depart next
Friday at dawn with the first high tide." Then they repeated their offers
and feelings.

As usual, Jackie was in the library, but this time he had in his hands a
recently published book about anthropology. He was watching amazingly the
picture of two Mexican adolescents; he fixed on them and rubbed his own
face. Under the picture, it read: "Two Aztecan adolescents. It is said to
be the more ancient people of Mexico; one of their particular
characteristics is they are devoid of any hair on their bodies, except the
heads and privates" It continued explaining how they lived before the
Spaniards conquered their land on 16th Century. He was so engrossed in the
reading that he did not notice that Helen had entered the room.

       "What are you reading today, Jackie? Are you still engaged with
Shakespeare?" He grinned to his sister.

       "No, this book is about anthropology. It deals with races and
people. Look at this boy and this girl; what do they suggest to you?" Helen
looked at the drawing and then stared at his new brother.

       "Jackie, they are like you, but a little bit older! You are not
Indian, but Mexican. If you let your hair grow like this boy..."

       "It is too soon because we have just turned twelve, but..."

       "I don't think you need to wait until you are fifteen. Your features
are very clear; they are very much the same as you are." Jeremy was looking
for them to go to the dockyard with his father. Helen called him, and the
three read the paragraph and had a look at the picture. Then he said:

       "It is a pity that this sketch isn't in colour; it would show how
handsome you are, Jackie."  The brown boy grinned to his occasional
lover. "When we return to England I'll make a good portrait of you and
Helen together."

       "Thanks, Jeremy, but I would prefer you said I'm pretty."

       "Well, you are pretty; but my Helen is the prettiest girl in the
world." And saying this without caring someone could see him or her, he
hugged and kissed his girl. They heard steps coming and he loudly said:
"Let's go, dad is waiting for us; the departure has been fixed for the next
Friday at dawn." All four walked up to the yard and went to see the yacht
starting to get used to the new items added to the boat. The vessel has
been repainted and fitted with a small cannon installed right at the
bow. They made and discussed the list of all they needed; the goal was to
make the trip in two runs: Cape Town to Cape Verde or Azores Islands, and
then to Southampton or any other southern port. That night, after dinner,
Bernard discussed the trip with Sir Elliot:

       "They seem too long runs, at least for a normal ship, however with
that plan you can sail well off of Africa's coast, but not too much, so you
can get the trade winds blowing from the South. If you don't find many dead
calms, you can comfortably reach the Azores Islands in about two or three
weeks. It would much depend on how far you sail from the coast." They put
on the table a map and roughly they agreed with the course. He then added:
"From the Azores, you must surely face the North-East trade winds if you
are sailing not far from the coast. This would force you to sail in zigzag;
however, this is better than dead calms. We are in April and I don't think
you will have many problems." The old seaman paused. "To take advantage of
the trade winds you must sail well off west Azores Islands to get them from
the South. As you well know, in the northern hemisphere they blow from
northeast near Africa's coast, and in the south from the southwest; all
these as a general rule that can change in the case of storms."

       "Thank you, sir." Then Carla stood and said:

       "Bernard, we don't have here many feasts; however, in your honour,
and in order to present our children to our friends, mom has organized a
banquet for tomorrow evening, followed by a ball." Bernard went to argue,
but Carla added: "Don't worry about your dresses; they'll be here tomorrow
morning." They looked at each other stunned for the revelation; none of
them knew about it. "We have sent invitations to the best families of CT,
most of them are Dutch people that, as you already know, have come to live
in South Africa." They continued talking about the ball and Jackie was the
only one that did not know how to dance. That night, Jeremy and Helen
directed by Carla, spent a few hours in dancing rehearsals. When dinner was
over and the babies tackled on the bed, Carla looked at Jeremy.

       "Jeremy, we know that you hate your voice, but let me say you are in
a great error. You still have a beautiful light tenor voice, not a pitched
child's, and I would like to ask you a great favour." Jeremy knew
immediately what the young lady wanted him to do. He was determined to say
no, but he was an educated boy and could not deny to a lady what she was
asking him about that matter, besides, he could observe Helen's eyes on
him.

       "Well, I, I don't know..." He stammered.

       "Jeremy, I play the piano not very bad and just for us, we want you
to sing that Aver Maria from Mozart or any other choral songs that you may
sing." She rose from her seat and made her way to the piano. Jeremy blushed
and looked at Helen for support; she went to him and took his hand in hers
as the piano started introducing the sweet music. Jeremy educated voice
came fluid and clear from his throat. He closed his eyes and his memories
went to his old times in the church when he sang together with his best
friend Joe MacLean. Now he did not hate the priest, because thanks to him
he had found a father and a family. He heartily dedicated it to his mother,
long years ago dead. Two tears trickled down his smooth cheeks when he
recalled his family and his farewell to Joe. When finished a choir of
applauses came to his ears.  Carla stood and hugged him softly. "Thank you
Jeremy; you should love that voice and not hate it, not many people are
gifted like you are." Helen cleaned his face and in front of all, she
kissed him on the cheeks.

       "I'm sorry, it... it is a long time I had not sung and..." Helen
took his hand and dragged him to the next room; nobody followed them
because they knew how he needed to be comforted, and only the little girl
knew how to do it. When they were alone she kissed him on the lips
absorbing the salty flavour of his tears.

       "Jeremy, I think you should sing more often."

       "Are you sure? It brings me sad memories."

       "And good ones, too. Have you forgotten our kiss that evening at the
sunset?" He grinned.

       "No, I haven't, the same I will never forget this one." He dragged
his girl between his strong arms and kissed her a long wet kiss. She
noticed his dick pressing her crotch. She smiled at him but separated their
bodies.

       "Sorry my handsome lover, but it is not the time and..." He
understood, took her from her hand and returned to the salon where the rest
were waiting for them. Now more comforted, he sang again different songs he
could remember and Carla could play on the piano. But suddenly Helen
disappeared, and a couple of minutes later she returned with her flute on
hands. Everybody was surprised, except Jeremy and Bernard. Then she started
playing together with Carla as Jeremy sang. That was a memorable
evening. All servants were behind the curtains and in the near rooms
hearing him. The following day took place the children's presentation to
the high society and Bernard was warmly introduced to people that had been
invited. When Jeremy went to pick Helen up, he got astonished with the
beauty of his "red queen:" He could not believe what he was watching.

       "You... you are gorgeous, marvellous, my young lady!"

       "Thank you, gentleman." She gave her hand to Jeremy and to Jackie
and the three entered the large room. Immediately, a herd of boys and girls
of all ages surrounded them asking questions about their adventures. They
answered politely to all of them until the dance started. That was a great
night that they promised to repeat in the future at home.

The few days went by and the date to set sail arrived. Before the
farewells, Carla took Helen apart, hugged her tenderly and gave her a
medallion that she immediately hanged from her neck. Then Helen gave Carla
a small package, like a little leather pouch. "Take this Carla, you will
need it. It is a herb to prevent pregnancy." Carla was taken aback as Helen
smiled and continued: "You must reduce it like tea, make an infusion with a
half teaspoon and take it every day during three weeks, starting the
following day after finishing your menstruation." Carla continued
astonished.

       "How... do you know this, Helen?" Helen cunningly smiled, as she
hugged her friend.

       "I have been using it for almost half of the last year with my
boy. It is very easy to find in the forest near CT. However, don't forget:
it must be taken daily if you really want to make love to your man without
caring about pregnancy." Carla hugged again her young friend and grinned.

       "Thanks, Helen, I promise you that I'll be at your wedding in
England and my children will be your pages." She grinned and they pressed
their hands. Tears rolled down the cheeks as they expressed their goodbyes
and boarded the coach that took them to the harbour. The Captain and the
officers of the corvette came and hugged them. The last to say goodbye was
Jack; he embraced the children and them to Bernard, saying in a low voice:

       "I expect you will get young ladies in England for us to fuck, as I
did here for you." They smirked and Bernard jabbed his new best friend.

       "You are too naughty, Jack; I'll try to please you, but now you have
a beautiful girl in your bed." They shook hands and Bernard jumped onto the
ship. Land people untied mooring lines and the boys raised the jibs. The
ship immediately started moving with Helen in charge of the helm. Soon the
ship was at the exit of the port; then they heard two gunshots from the
palace wall. Bernard shot the small cannon responding the salute and as
submission. Half an hour later they were sailing at full speed with all new
sails on. It was a beautiful warm autumn morning and a light wind from the
South was blowing. After a couple of hours, they lost sight of any land or
vessel. Then Jeremy came to his dad.

       "Dad, can we get in the nude? I miss it a lot; I'm fed up with
clothes, especially with this weather." Bernard smiled.

       "You can do whatever you like best; I'll remain in my shorts by
now." Jeremy was the first to get naked followed by Jackie that could
observe that his friend's dick had increased in size lately and a lovely
light patch of pubes had started to show on his crotch. Helen was tempted
to get naked too, but she wanted to get the boys hot; now she could watch
how Jackie's brown dick was hard staring at Jeremy's tanned body. The ship
was smoothly sailing at a good speed, probably at the rate of 18 knots;
Bernard knew "The Red Queen", as she has been renamed, could get faster
speed. After lunch, Bernard said: "I have the plan to sail day and night at
maximum speed, therefore we must establish guards. I'm tired right now, so
I'm going to have a good snap. Please be a good girl and boys and watch
with the new spyglass.  Should you have any problem, please, don't hesitate
to wake me up. Navigation course: Northwest. Helen, you can fix the helm,
but at least every hour, check the compass for drift."

       "Alright dad, we'll take good care." Bernard disappeared thru the
cockpit. Five minutes later Helen came naked and Jeremy could not take his
eyes away from her beautiful body. She also was developing some pubes on
her crotch and a few red ones near her pussy lips. She grinned when she
watched her lover with his hard dick. "Helen, please!" the boy pleaded. She
smiled at him, rubbed his cock and dragged her boy to her. He hugged back
her and immediately their lips glued in a passionate kiss, starting to
moan. She tenderly separated from him.

       "Wait a minute." She left him excited with his dick spitting precum
and anxious to calm down his excitement. Soon she came with a soft blanket
and extended it on the deck. She embraced Jeremy and soon they were kissing
and rubbing their bodies. They had been almost two months without making
true love and she had started taking those herbs every day to prevent any
early pregnancy. Before one minute elapsed, they were breathing hard and
Jeremy started spurting his semen over her belly. Jackie had fixed the helm
and was watching their lovemaking. He put his fist around his brown hard
cock and started helping himself. He did not hurry because he masturbated
frequently, so he paused because he knew that was only the aperitif. He was
certain because they stopped and after a while, the young boy and girl
continued their mutual caresses and petting. Helen went on top of her lover
and with her left hand guided his hard cock into her vagina. They screamed
in pleasure and delight. Jeremy placed his strong hands around his girl and
attracted her to him and their tongues met again as they moved.

They did not mind when the ship spread some drizzly from the sea on their
hot bodies. The moves produced by the waves even helped more to them; a few
minutes later they reached the maximum point of pleasure that they had been
waiting for so long time. They screamed loudly, no mattering whether they
were heard or not; though they well knew no one could hear their excited
groans. Jackie reached his climax at the same time as a twitch run thru his
spine and near dropped himself on the deck when felt the marvellous
sensation in his cock. After that, Jeremy and Helen caressed each other
tenderly. Jackie unfixed the helm and turned a grade to the east to
compensate the leeway produced by the wind. One of the new items installed
in the ship by Bernard was a weathercock to watch the wind direction. Once
they were a little bit relaxed the three went into a single hug and Helen
said:

       "You are great, my boys; Jeremy as my husband and you Jackie as my
dearest brother." She gave them a peck on the cheeks and then they took the
mounted powerful spyglass to watch the sea, but nothing was on sight. The
sunset came and Jeremy took care of the ship; the wind was dying down a
little, but still, they had good speed with all seals on. After dinner,
Bernard came and took over the command. That night and the following two
days and nights were an uneventful time. They made love when Bernard was
having his snaps as the ship navigated with good speed. In fact, they were
a little bit bored, but while Helen and Jeremy petted each other, Jackie
spent his time on the books stored in the studio room.

Chapter 24
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One of those days, Jeremy and Helen fixed the helm to the current course
and the ship smoothly advanced on the open ocean; the sea was a little
rough, but not much, they were used to it. They made love lying on the
blanket under the warm sun until their young bodies were entirely
satisfied. Bernard was sleeping and Jackie reading in the studio. He was
caressing his girl's red hair softly as he enjoyed it. Then the boy said:

       "The time spent in Cape Town has been great, especially the night
when I sang and you played the flute. In those moments the image of my best
friend Joe came to my mind. He is red- haired like you are, darling." He
paused recalling his thoughts. "Something happened between us the day I
embarked in the Seagull." Helen grinned and interrupted her boy's thoughts.

       "It seems you attract red-haired persons."

       "And on the other way around: I am attracted to them as the magnet
to iron. You know it very well." She grinned and rubbed her boy's face
encouraging him to continue. "The MacLean was a large and lucky family. Joe
had three brothers and two sisters; he was the youngest of all.  None of
them died during those terrible epidemic days; except his grandparents. I
wasn't so lucky: my father, mother, and two brothers disappeared; only my
mom's aunt and myself survived. She was an old and sick woman when I left;
so in case she died, the alternatives for me were: start as a cabin boy in
the "Seagull"; going into an orphanage, or entering into a boarding
Church's school, and later be a priest." He paused as Helen argued:

       "But your family had a farm, so you did not need to go into an
orphanage. You are a strong boy and could have taken care of the land for a
living."

       "The farm wasn't of our property, but owned by the Lord of the
county, and once my father was dead... I didn't like the last two
options. We had been best friends as long as I could remember. Together we
did boys stuff..." Helen chuckled and interrupted the boy asking him:

       "Like what?" She knew the answer but liked to hear it from her
boy. Jeremy blushed.

       "Well... we sucked each other or jerked off, but nothing else,
though I liked him very much. He was the only member of his large family
that could read and write. He sang in the church boys' choir with
me. Certainly he was very bright, especially in languages, better than I
was; however, I must recognize he wasn't a pretty boy. He had small bright
intense blue eyes, thick red lips and a freckled face. Strangely, he had
not any freckle on his body; more or less like you. He had two beautiful
dimples on his cheeks that showed when he smiled..." He paused and
separated a tuft of hair from the girl's smooth forehead. Helen sighed as
he continued. "Besides, he was smaller than I was, though stronger than
me. The only thing in common was our age. He was only one week older than I
was, though we always assumed we had been born on the same day. The
previous morning to my departure I went to say goodbye to the priest and
collect the letter for the captain of the "Seagull". He paused again. "I
guessed the priest would try to kiss my cheeks, and before he did, I
offered my hand and he politely shook it. Then I recalled my best friend. I
was aware the priest did not like Joe for sex because he had other prettier
boys available, though not so intelligent. Then I said: "Please, sir, take
care of Joe MacLean, he's brilliant and the best singer in the choir". He
thought for a moment, rubbed his chin and smiling said: "Don't worry, I'll
look after him; the Church has some plans for your friend." I did not know
what plans they had neither Joe told me. I couldn't sleep that night, and
near dawn, with some difficulties, I told goodbye to my Aunt and walked up
to the road to wait for the carter. Still, the sky was dark and full of
stars, it was a little early but warm, but I couldn't miss the transport
mean. I was standing in the roadside as I watched Joe approaching; he then
stayed in front of me rubbing his hat, and a little bit embarrassed said:"

       "You are leaving... I would like to be so lucky and accompany you
but..." I could see his eyes blurred as mine were too. Suddenly he hugged
me very tight, and for the first time since we were friends, he whispered
in my ear: "I love you, Jeri." I noticed his tears on my neck as surely he
felt mine. Lovingly right from deep in my heart, I responded:

       "I love you, too, Joe. I'll never forget you." He broke the hug,
then kissed me a peck on the lips and ran away." I stood petrified while I
rubbed my lips as if I wanted to keep his kiss with me forever. The carter
arrived and I climbed onto the cart's end near the groceries that he was
transporting to the market. You know the rest." Helen dragged her boy to
her and rubbed his back, comforting him.

       "It is a tender story, Jeri." She said copying the absent friend's
wording. "I guess you can contact him when we arrive home; perhaps he is
still there."

       "I don't think so. His family had plans to leave for New England or
New York, where his mother's brothers had emigrated years ago. They had
written her telling they would have all the land they wanted, it was cheap
and good, and the new authorities in our old colonies would provide the
land that they could pay in long terms. However, the travel expenses must
be paid by them." Helen ruffled her boy's hair and stood; it was near the
end time of their guarding.

After lunch, of the fourth day, the wind increased its speed; blowing
strong from the South. It pushed the ship that in those moments was
probably sailing at 20 or more knots. Bernard then said:

       "Children, please, wear the lifejackets and hook yourselves to the
iron cable while you are on deck." This was another innovation introduced
by Bernard for the safety of children. He had installed an iron cable along
the ship's deck to which they hooked themselves to prevent a possible
accident produced by the waves and falling into the sea. The low-decked
ship could be wiped by the waves from bow to stern. Safety measures were
not to be discussed or argued; it was uncomfortable but they had to obey
the orders. Without any hesitation the three went under the deck, put on a
shirt and the life vest, hooking their cord to the iron cable. "Jeremy, you
and Helen better have a rest while Jackie is on the helm or watching the
sea, I think we are going to have a moving night tonight. We'll govern the
ship from the helm installed into the cockpit."  Jeremy and Helen went for
a snap for a couple of hours; when they came back found Jackie carefully
watching the inflate sails and the ship near flying over the large waves
cutting them with her sharp bow. Jeremy then said:

       "I think we should haul down the mainsail, the wind is very
strong. Helen, please, go and wake up dad, meanwhile Jackie and I haul and
tie the sail down." Jackie shouted:

       "I have corrected two grades the course because the wind is blowing
from the South East." He motioned him to help, he fixed the helm and both
started hauling down the mainsail.  This task was very easy; the only
problem was that they were tied to the safety iron cord.  Bernard appeared
on deck and watched the jibs; the speed had decreased a little but the ship
was now recovering it in spite of being only pushed by the jibs.

       "Jackie, please, prepare a good dinner and something hot to drink,
better some coffee, we'll need it." He watched the horizon where black
clouds were approaching with lighting.  Jeremy said:

       "Dad, I think we should haul down one of the jibs, the thunderstorm
is nearly above us and it might break the mast."

       "Not this mast. I have inspected carefully this ship; Captain Marten
did a good job. The mast is more than strong to resist the jibs with very
strong winds. We'll try to be as much as possible on the North of the gale,
I think its course is South-East; therefore we will receive the strongest
winds from South-West. If we are not awaked, it could take us to America."
Jeremy grinned, his face covered with the drizzling. "Only one of you must
be with me, though we have not much to do, except to keep the course. Is
everything duly tied, lashed, and cleared from the deck, Jeremy?"

       "Yes, dad." The wind increased its speed and the foam, produced by
the ship, spread over the deck wiping it.

       "You better go inside the cockpit to fix the clutch of the rudder;
we'll govern the ship from inside." Soon it was dark, and whenever a light
came from the sky they could see the high waves foaming and the ship
jumping or crossing them as a little submarine. The waves seemed great
dragons that tried to swallow the ship. "The only danger is that sails
don't resist the wind pressure, but they are new ones and made from
excellent canvas."

       "We never know, dad. In any case, we have replacements in the
store." Jackie came with some coffee and a light dinner for all. Bernard
spent the night tied up to the helm inside the cockpit and watching the bow
and the mainsail mast, now naked from any sail. The children slept in turns
a few hours each. The boat skied over the waves more than navigated;
sometimes the bowsprit hit the waves. That situation went on for three more
days. In the morning of the fourth, seventh of navigation, they were almost
exhausted with lack of sleep. The day appeared clean from clouds but still,
the wind was strong clearly from the East. Bernard then said: "I think we
are now on the hair of gale, from now on the wind will decrease; therefore,
you should go and have some breakfast. We will haul up the mainsail."

       "Won't it be dangerous, dad?" Helen asked.

       "I don't think so; nevertheless we'll be ready to haul it down in
case we see any problem." After breakfast, Jackie and Jeremy pulled up the
machine and raised the large canvas. The vessel jumped as if she had been
wounded and the main mast protested for its extra work. The extra energy
pushed by the wind was transmitted to the hull thru the mast; the ship was
like a feather that did not make any resistance to the strength of the
air. She flew over the waves, but only for a few hours. As Bernard had
foreseen, the wind decreased its strength and the ship sailed at fast
speed, still jumping on the high waves. Those were the best moments for the
children; they forgot their tiredness and started to enjoy them, playing
and shouting every time that the ship bowed into the sea and spread foam on
the children faces. Bernard was now on the main helm and could fix it and
enjoy watching his children playing, but took the opportunity and went
under the deck to sleep, advising Helen to call him before the sunset. The
danger had gone.

When they were tired of playing, Helen brought the blanket and the three
laid their back on it.  Nevertheless, Jeremy was aware that all could get
asleep; he was tired but made tremendous efforts and sat on the bow where
he watched the open sea and the foam that the ship sprayed that frequently
bathed his young face. He stared at his adored girl and watched she was
deeply asleep as Jackie was too. He yawned several times but he walked
along the deck in order to prevent to get asleep. It was near the dusk and
he could not resist anymore; he went down and woke his father up.

       "Where are Helen and Jackie? He asked.

       "They are asleep on the upper deck."

       "Alright, you go to bed and I'll tell Jackie and Helen to join
you. I'm going to find out about our position." He woke up the younger
children and sent them to bed; both disappeared thru the cockpit, closing
it behind. Bernard then took the sextant up to the bow, wrote down the data
and went down to the study-room to display it on the navigation
charts. After some calculations, he exclaimed: "Oh my God, it can't be
true!" He took again the instrument to the deck and again focused the sun,
but he was correct. He then murmured: "We are now near the Tropic of
Cancer. She has sailed at an average speed of 25 knots, running more than
6000 miles!" Patting the wood he gladly said: "Thanks Captain Marten! I'm
sure you never reached that speed."

Bernard was so happy that he did not want to wake the boys up but was
anxious to give them the news. He knew they were now in a calmer zone with
not very strong winds, so he fixed up the helm and went under the deck to
have a snap. He thought he could meet another ship but they were too far
from the coast where danger could come, especially from a Spanish warship
or Muslim pirates, but it was unlikely that this could happen. He woke up
near midnight and very hungry. He had a look into the boys' cabins and
could observe they continued hard asleep recovering from the last nights'
work. As usual, Helen was in Jeremy's arms, but without any trace of sexual
activity. He grinned, went to the galley and lighted the wood charcoal
stove fixing a pot for tea. He went up on the deck and checked the course
in the outside compass; the slow wind blew from Southeast and the ship was
sailing softly. The weather was now a little chilly so he thought the
children wouldn't be able to remain naked, at least during the night.

He sat on the deck contemplating the beautiful night full of stars, easily
locating the North Pole's star. He prepared a jug of tea and some dry
biscuits, along with oranges and an apple. While he was munching he started
to think on the almost past three years that had changed his life, and now
within a few days, they would be at home. "What his family would think
about his adventures and especially his future? He was not especially
worried about the past; let alone what his family could think about it. He
had taken a decision and would stay fixed at it. About the future? Most
likely his father will insist on him to get married, but that was entirely
discarded.  He would continue enjoying women as much as possible, and he
looked forward to the day that Jeremy and Helen would form a family. He had
not any doubt about this subject. Besides, he did not want to transmit the
news that Sir Elliot gave him regarding the war between England and France
in respect of the French Revolution and the imprisonment of the French
Royal Family. They would have to take special care when entering the
British Canal.

Chapter 25
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Jeremy woke up and watched the pale light entering thru the little
portholes, and the beautiful figure still asleep close to him. His bladder
was requesting to be emptied, so he went to the fixed bucket and make pee,
as he had never done before. He calculated and thought they had been
sleeping for almost twelve hours. He felt a little cold, but terrible
hungry. He thought his father would be on deck, so he went up to the
steep. A chilly draught hit his nude body, so he retreated and wore a shirt
and shorts. Helen stirred but continued sleeping. He ran up on deck, but he
found nobody there. He checked the compass and could see that the ship was
sailing smoothly to the North with all sails on, probably getting 12 knots
speed; everything looked right on deck. He called his dad just in case he
was behind the main helm, but no answer came. His young heart started
beating into his chest. He could also see that waves were small and that
the sky was cloudy, not for a gale, but perhaps for a raining storm that
was approaching from the west. He descended quickly the steep, looked
around in the store and everywhere anxiously calling his dad. Finally, he
entered the studio-room and found Bernard asleep with a lot of papers and
calculations under his arms and head. The boy sighed relieved and
grinned. His beautiful future wife approached him.

       "What's up, Jeremy?" He did not answer but kissed her a peck and
near in a murmur said.

       "Please darling, bring a pillow and a blanket." She obeyed. The room
had a soft couch in the form of an "L" stacked to the wall and around the
screwed table where Bernard was sat.  With care, he put the pillow under
his head and raised the legs on the sofa, as he was in his cabin; covered
him with the blanket and closed the door. "He must be very tired. We have
been sleeping for near thirteen hours."

       "We were very tired, too, due to the storm. I'm starving." The girl
said.

       "You better get something on; it is chilly outside and menacing
heavy rain."

       "Do you think it is a new gale?"

       "No, I don't think so; only rain. I presume we have sailed very fast
during the storm; it seems we aren't in the tropical zone anymore." Saying
this, they heard the rain pouring on deck.  Jackie appeared also naked and
with the intentions to go up on deck. "Jackie, it is cold outside, you
better start cooking something because we are very hungry. Meanwhile, Helen
and I can have a good shower up there. Do you dare my beautiful red queen?"
Helen smiled and went to fetch soap and two towels. Jeremy added: "Jackie
you start cooking, and as soon as we finish we'll take over your place in
the galley, so you also can have a shower."

       "Good, because I need a very thorough shower, we must stink like a
litter of foxes."  Helen and Jeremy went on deck smiling, and as he
presumed the ship continued her smooth sailing to the North, he corrected
the course to compensate the leeway produced by the wind force, now clearly
blowing from the southeast with heavy rain. They helped each other,
caressing from time to time until they felt clean. Now, once they had been
exposed to the wet weather they felt very comfortable and could continue
being naked. However, he knew they could catch a cold, so they dried and
got dressed. Jackie gladly received them and went on deck to scrub
himself. "Do you want any help?" Jeremy asked.

       "Yes, please. I can't do my back properly." Helen looked at them
suspiciously but smiled and continued finishing what Jackie had
started. They returned into the small galley and sat around the collapsible
table. "It is pouring rain," Jackie said.

       "Now everything is clean up there, so I would suggest open the
valves and refill the water tanks; that will give us water and better
stability."

       "Good idea," Helen said. She stood and returned one minute
later. "The system is working now; if it continues raining as it is now, in
half an hour the tanks will be full, enough for ten days." Captain Marten,
among other innovations, had introduced a system of pipes and drains to
collect the rainwater and store it into the tanks placed on the bilge. They
chatted and joked for a couple of hours; then Helen stood: "I want to enjoy
the rain."

       "But it is chilly on deck," Jeremy argued.

       "I don't need to be on deck; right from the cockpit we can watch it,
or I'll wear the raincoat."

       "I'll be with you." The boys said at unison. They enjoyed the move
produced by the ship as she sailed and the foam spread by the bow. Now the
wind was blowing a little bit stronger, but not needing to wear
safe-belts. They cheered every moment the bow deepened cutting the water as
sometimes the bowsprit touched the water. Jeremy turned around and he saw
his dad standing near the cockpit; the three joined him.

       "Did you rest well, dad?"

       "Yes, and thanks for covering me." Jeremy hugged his father and the
other children joined him around the man waist.

       "Yes I did, and I have had a good breakfast. Now I want to give you
good news and need to discuss our future steps. Let's go into the studio."
The children looked at each other and all sat around the square table where
all calculations and charts were spread. "We have had an average of 25
knots since we left CT. I don't know where we are now since we have not
stars or sun to calculate our position, but I'm pretty sure we are
approaching the Portuguese islands of Azores." Jeremy and Helen looked
astonished, Jackie did not know much about geography.  Jeremy pointed out:

       "Dad I have noticed that the temperature is too cold for a tropical
zone, even with the rain."

       "We are at the end of April; now is the Spring rain station,
otherwise we should have found the trade north-east winds; this situation
normally last during a few weeks, sometimes alternating with dead calm
times."

       "What do you suggest dad?" Helen asked. "Sir Elliot warned us about
these winds, but presently we have favourable ones from the south-west."

       "Yes, you are right, Helen. The problem is that we don't know for
how long. I had planned to go into an Azores' port to refill our tanks and
get some fresh food for the final part to Southampton. We cannot call in
any Spanish or French port; probably the authorities would retain us,
especially the French's." Bernard paused expecting some comments from the
children; then he added: "Jackie you are our food manager..."

       "Well... there is fresh water for at least twenty or more days, we
have filled the tanks, and food for about ten; so I would suggest not
stopping and taking the chance of these good winds. We never know what
could come later."

       "I agree with Jackie," Jeremy said.

       "Helen?" Bernard asked. The girl did not hesitate to answer as her
lover.

       "Yes, I agree with them, even if necessary we can rationalize the
food." Bernard grinned; he could not have a better crew. He thought.

       "Not by now." Jackie asserted. "It'll much depend on how we proceed
during the next few days."

       "Alright children. Helen, please, set course to Northwest; I don't
want to give any explanation to a Portuguese warship." All complied with
their tasks, and when the night appeared, with the heavy spyglass installed
at the stern, they could see lights very far away: the Azores
Islands. Bernard ordered Helen: "Course Northeast. Please, children, put
all your heart in this part; you will have time to enjoy once we are at
home. We can find strong winds from the West when approaching Britain, so
we must be very careful about this. Guard as usual."

As Bernard had foreseen, a rainstorm over the British Islands reached them
with strong Northwest winds. On the morning of the day 20th of navigation,
they watched on the horizon the first real land on the North. The wind
continued blowing strong, now clear from the West. All sails were on and
any captain would have suggested reducing them to prevent a mast breakage;
however, no one knew the quality of that ship. It was impossible to follow
or to capture if she was well managed. The children shouted and Bernard
gladly announced: "Scilly Islands. They are the extreme South part of
Britain."

       "Is that Cornwall? Jackie asked."

       "Yes, it is." It was almost nightfall when the ship majestically
entered into Southampton's bay without any further problem. They hauled
down the mainsail and left the jibs to approach the military port rather
than the commercial one, as Sir Elliot had advised. Right at the entrance,
they hauled dawn the jibs, too and waited. Ten minutes later, a boat with
six people on the oars and an officer approached, the officer climbed into
the low vessel and after the military salute he said:

       "This is a military bay; you must dock on the commercial quay."
Bernard then informed the officer.

       "I am Dr Bernard Northfield and these are my children. I have
special orders for the Captain of the Port." He extracted an envelope to
deliver to the officer, immediately the seaman changed to an open smile. He
knew he had extra orders for their ship.

       "Sorry sir, you are right; I'll give orders to tow you into the
dockyard. We are waiting for you a few days ago. We thought you might have
docked in Plymouth, Brighton or New Haven."  They looked at each other in
surprise. A rope was launched from the large boat and tied up.  They
started rowing and the lightship moved to the dock. The officer then said:
"I must express our congratulations to you and your children Captain
Northfield. Your names were in the papers a month ago when the news about
Captain Black arrived here." Bernard extended his hand and shook the
officer.

       "Thank you very much. We did what you or anyone in our situation
would have done."  The officer grinned. Bernard continued: "Please, we
don't want any publicity, only what is absolutely necessary. The children
and I need to see our family as soon as possible."

       "I understand. Don't worry sir. Our captain is an efficient man and
has clear orders from the Admiralty about you and your boat." As soon as
the ship was docked and moored, the officer left. A little later they were
escorted to a large building. At the entrance, a middle-aged man greeted
them.

       "Glad to see you, Mr Northfield. We have prepared accommodation for
you and your children." Bernard knew that this could be a compliment and
besides he did not want to disturb the normal life of the yard.

       "Thank you for your kindness, sir; but my children are accustomed to
the ship. However, I would ask, if you are so kind, to let us use the
bathhouse; we have not had a proper bath since we left Cape Town. Also if
you can recommend us a carriage to hire to take us home early tomorrow, if
possible at dawn."

       "Alright, Mr Northfield." The captain said relieved. He called a
sergeant: "Sergeant, please show captain Northfield where the bathhouse
is." Now addressing to Bernard he said: "Mr Northfield may I invite you and
your children to have breakfast tomorrow before your departure?" Bernard
thought for a moment, he did not want to behave impolitely in spite he had
planned to leave very early.

       "Thank you, sir, it will be a pleasure." And he added just in case
the captain wanted to delay his departure. "As usual, we'll be ready at
dawn."

       "Alright then. The carriage will also be ready at that time."

       "Thank you for kindness, sir. Please sergeant, can we..." When the
captain disappeared into the building he observed how the sergeant sighed
relieved. Bernard looked at him and grinned; the military returned the
grin.

       "He is an excellent person and a good officer, but a terrible
sluggish." Jeremy looked at the man; he reminded of him Carla's presence
and the rude sergeant. Bernard then added:

       "Sergeant, besides a bath we want to have a good dinner. And if you
are out of service, I would like to invite you, so you can show us a good
place." The sergeant chuckled very pleased.

       "The orders we have from London are to help you with anything you
may need and ask, of course, except... you know. So let's say in an hour
I'll be waiting at your ship. Besides, I have been instructed to set up
twenty-four hours around guard on the boat until the Admiralty orders
otherwise." They took their clean clothes, soap and towels and entered into
the warm house. It was a large room with closets that could be locked from
inside. It had built in bathtubs, for one or two persons. The sergeant
ordered the hot water for two single baths, for Helen and Bernard, and one
double for Jack and Jeremy. They enjoyed it for more than half an
hour. Jackie observed Jeremy crotch; he was near hard and his dick seemed a
long cigar, but thicker, of about five inches long. His was thin and
shorter.

       "I envy you Jeremy; you have pubes and your cock has grown a lot
lately."

       "Well, you must realise that I am one year older than you are, and
that, at our age is a long time. That's what dad says." Jackie extended his
hand and wrapped it tightly. Jeremy moaned but caressed his friend smooth
skin around his chest and said:

       "You have the smoothest skin I have ever touched, but this is not
the moment Jackie.  The sergeant is waiting for us and we must be
punctual." He nodded. They finished. Now clean but hungry went to an inn
within the harbour, a place mostly frequented by the officers. They served
large pork chops with green peas and applesauce; beer for the men, and a
large jug of milk for the children, it had recently milked from the inn's
cows. Helen tasted the milk and sighed.

       "Oh my god, what a lovely sensation! It is ages since I drank milk
like this." Bernard smiled.

       "Wait until you are at home. There is not better dairy than
Essex's." They finished dinner and all went to sleep into the ship. They
loved their place and besides, Jeremy and Helen cuddled together. Bernard
motioned Jackie to enter in their cabin, the boy then said:

       "I don't think we'll have many chances from now on." He turned
around and placed his lips on Bernard's. "Thank you dad; nevertheless, I
have the sensation that soon I'll find my other half, or at least, a good
partner." Bernard grinned and raised the boy's leg pushing his hard cock
into him. Quietly they made a slow love until both were completed; then the
boy cuddled into Bernard's arms: "Thanks dad for everything. I'll never
forget..." He yawned and in a couple of minutes, he was hard asleep.

Jeremy and Helen did very much the same, but they were in love and that
made things different. Jeremy cared that beautiful face and started
caressing her until he could not stop and placed her on top of him.

       "Beware we are not alone as on the island; outside of the cockpit
there are two armed men guarding us." In a murmur he said:

       "I know it darling, but we need to love each other as much as we can
until we are spent.  It has been a long time since we did it properly, and
besides, we don't know when we'll have a new chance." Helen glued her lips
on her boy's and they fucked silently until their young bodies were empty
of sex and love. Then they drifted to sleep.

Chapter 26
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The night passed like a few minutes. Before dawn they jumped out of bed,
dressed with thick trousers, underwear and overcoats; it was really chilly
outside for them that were not used to that cold and humid weather. The
carriage was ready and they had prepared the heavy luggage. After
breakfast, they boarded the loaded carriage and the inland voyage
started. They had not been separated from the sea during the past three
years, and now the boys and girl would miss it. They were greatly surprised
to see that the sergeant and a squadron of six men escorted the
carriage. After some hours they stopped to have lunch. The soldiers and the
carriage changed to fresh horses and left the tired ones to pick them up
the following day on their return. About 3:00 in the afternoon they left
the main road and took a narrow trail. Helen's heart started to beat
strongly; she had recognized the place.

       "Is this the road to Richmond, dad?"

       "Yes, it is. We'll be at home within one hour and a half. How can
you recognize it? It is almost five years since you watched these places."

       "It's not easy to forget a place where you have been happy, dad."
She pressed Jeremy's hand. "Can you remember these spots, Jackie?"

       "No. I can't. All trees, shadows, bends... are the same for
me. Besides, I have not any special moments to remember, except when we
played together, and that was into the house or in the garden."

       "You'll soon see those places again, too." She smiled. "I think that
someone won't like very much our return." Saying this, the carriage took a
lane with large trees on each side; they reached a large open space with
gardens and a medium size manor. They observed a young lady running inside
the house as the noise of the squadron and the carriage attracted her
attention. The horses and carriage entered thru a high-topped fenced gate
and stopped in front of the main door of the house. Immediately an old man
and a lady came out; they had guessed who their visitors were. Bernard
descended and ran to them, hugging and kissing his parents in a common
hug. Jeremy, Helen and Jackie also descended from the coach and stood hand
in hand waiting, surrounded by a group of servants, some very young and
some very old. The older ones approached and hugged Bernard with
effusion. The old man separated from his son and looked at the boys and
girl; he still had tears on his old cheeks. He watched the group of young
children, and then extended his arms saying:

       "Jeremy, won't you hug your granddad?" Jeremy felt that his knees
buckled but Helen pushed him ahead. The boy hugged the old and tall man
that started caressing his head and kissing him. "Welcome home, Jeremy,
welcome my son!" Jeremy then kissed Bernard's mom, she embraced the young
boy; she was as taller as he was.

       "Thanks, my marvellous grandson for saving your father." Jeremy
could not stop his tears remembering those sad moments. She guessed what
the boy had in his mind and patted his back tenderly. Charles Northfield
looked at the remaining two travellers; he extended his arms to them.

       "Rose and Lazlo Marten, won't you hug an old friend?" Jackie looked
at his side; he knew that Helen first name was Rose, but what about that
Lazlo? However, both brothers went to him and Charles Northfield took them
between his large arms. "It is now a long time since I brought you into
this world, but I'll recognize you both among thousands because you are the
young living pictures of your respective mothers." Helen and Jackie guessed
that something special had happened in the past. She had recognized in
advance what really was the truth; that made her cry and hugged that man
that kept many secrets relating to their lives. But the most interesting
part of that family encounter was taking place at that moment. Bernard's
mom had reserved it for the last time: she called:

       "John, John!" Suddenly from the group of servants came out a young
teenager dressed as a gentleman. Jeremy looked at him and his face
reflected what he couldn't believe. Both boys ran and went into a hard hug,
both with tears of joy on their smooth faces. When they separated it was
Bernard's turn that hugged the boy tenderly.

       "Oh John, you are alive! You are alive! We thought we were the only
ones. Is anyone else...? Jeremy asked. When John could speak he answered,
still Jeremy's arms on his shoulders.

       "No. As far as I know, only the three of us are the survivors of the
wreckage." Then Bernard's father said to other servants:

       "Please take the luggage into the house."

Once he had finished his mission, the sergeant was ready to return, but
Bernard stopped him:

       "Sergeant, you and your soldier can accommodate here and tomorrow go
back to Southampton. We have stables for the horses and rooms for your
men... The sergeant kindly stopped Bernard suggestion.

       "I'm sorry sir, we can't. We must return to the inn; so tomorrow we
can initiate our way back to our place. Those are our orders."

       "In that case, thank you for everything." He extended his hand and
shook the sergeant's, including some gold coins that would allow them to
spend a good night in the inn.  He was to say something, but Bernard said:
"Please, don't be sluggish, sergeant." The military smiled at him. He
shouted an order and the carriage and soldiers turned back to their way
back to Southampton.

       "Let's go in, it is getting chilly and your mother can't resist the
humidity of the air.  Bernard extended one of his arms around his mother's
shoulder and the other on Jeremy's. The boy sighed as he watched Bernard's
father doing the same to Helen and Jackie. They sat on the large living
room and a young girl brought a large tray with tea and biscuits. The old
woman sat on an armchair and Bernard on the sofa. Jeremy sat near his
father, took his dad's arm and placed it on his shoulders; he loved being
touched by his dad and he remained like that until the tea was ready. Helen
stood and she started pouring the tea and milk on each cup.

       "It's great to be at home again after so a long time!" Bernard said
looking around the walls. Now staring at his son he added: "Jeremy,
tomorrow I'll show you everything about this house."

       "Thanks, dad. I want to know every detail about this place; however,
what I will most like is to see the clinic." Sir Charles then said.

       "John can do that part; he's currently my assistant here." The
teenager blushed.  Bernard then told his father.

       "Dad, your grandson found and bought something special for you; he
was walking in the bazaar in Cape Town and immediately he thought you would
like it. The old man looked surprised.

       "I'm sure I will; what is it, son?" Jeremy stood and went with John
where the luggage was. He picked up a small and carefully wrapped package
and gave it to his grandfather. The old man unfolded the package and Jeremy
helped him to open the chest; when the medical instruments were displayed
on the table the old doctor opened his mouth in disbelief. "My God!  Look
at this, Mary!" He said staring at his wife as he touched reverently the
instruments. "I had heard about this material but I never thought it really
existed. It must have cost a fortune! They are very old! I can't believe
what I am watching." He turned around and hugged Jeremy tenderly. "Thank
you, son, nothing would have pleased me more." Jeremy sighed as he cuddled
near his father.

       "We are glad that you like it, dad.

       "We'll talk tomorrow about everything." The old man looked at Helen
and said: "Rosy I have sent a message to your Aunty; she probably will come
tomorrow. However, please, Lazlo and you feel like part of this family, so
don't hurry to leave us." John guessed that things were leading to speak
about family matters; so he stood, excused himself and left. Bernard's
father then commented as John left: "He's a great boy and with the time a
good physician." Helen the said:

       "Sir, why do you call Jackie that name?" He looked at them and
sipping some tea he grinned and answered the girl's question.

       "Now all persons involved in your births are dead, therefore I'm
relieved from the secret.  Jack is his second name; the same as yours is
Helen. His real name is Lazlo John Marten. His mother was descendant from
an Aztecan princess: Maria Quetzal, your father fell in love with her
during a trip to America. Lazlo was born two days later than you in that
little house you used to call the "Princess House". Both of you were
Christianised and registered in our parish's books. I suppose you know the
rest."

       "I know what my father told me during the voyage when we were
captured by Captain Black. How is my old home, Sir Charles? The man looked
at his son, as he did not want to say anything to a child.

       "I want to talk to my son before telling you what I know about it
and about your aunty."  Helen looked a little bit perplexed but then
Bernard intervened and said:

       "Dad, please, don't consider Helen as a normal child; unfortunately
she had matured before she wanted. She remained as a hostage enclosed in a
pirate ship surrounded by fifty males ranging from 12 to 50 y/o. She was
forced to watch how girls, boys, women and men were raped by the
crewmembers, some even until they died or killed. The lucky ones sold as
slaves; that was the case of Jackie. They had such an experience that
paramount anything that you may think about." For a comment the old man
said:

       "Poor children!" They kept an embarrassing silence and Sir Charles
continued: "Your aunt is a very... promiscuous person, I mean, she likes
having sex contacts; but mostly with her own sex. It is said she always has
seven or eight young women in the house with her. She brings them from
London's orphanages, organizing orgies with men, but mainly for her own
use.  Your house, like this one, is in the middle of the countryside, but
she cannot stop the servants speaking about what is taking place there."

       "So, my house is a brothel. Is that what you mean, sir?"

       "Not exactly, my daughter, but a house of lasciviousness." Helen
stared at Jackie and he nodded.

       "Thank you for warning us; we'll put an end to that as soon as
possible. We are not against people enjoying privately his/her sex, that's
a Nature's problem, but not to that extent."  They closed the subject and
started talking about their adventures and how John had been rescued. Helen
took Jackie's hand and looked at Jeremy. Then Bernard's mom rose:

       "I must go and see what these lazy girls are doing. I suppose you
and the children are hungry and want to have a bath before going to bed."

       "Yes mother, the children will love that, and I too." Then Jeremy
asked.

       "Dad, can we have a look around the house with John, when he is
available?"

       "Of course you can, but grandma is getting ready dinner and I
suppose you'll bathe before dinner."

       "Yes, but it is only half an hour." The three went to the main door
and met John. They hugged again as he showed the surroundings and took them
to his small room in the attic that had external access. When they were
inside, Jackie took John's hand and dragged him outside the room, leaving
Helen and Jeremy alone; he grinned the brown beautiful boy.

       "They need a few moments of privacy." Jeremy smiled, and when they
close the door he took Helen in his arms and they glued their lips in a
long and wet kiss.

       "I'm terrible hot, darling, can we..."

       "No darling, we may but we can't; you must learn how to restrain
yourself." He caressed her tenderly.

       "Do you think it is easy with the most beautiful girl in the world
in my arms?"

       "I don't say it is easy, but..." She could not end her sentence as
Jeremy kissed her again.

When Jackie grabbed John's hand he knew who was his boy, he noticed how he
trembled to the contact. They kept silence for a moment, Jackie looked to
each side of the passageway, and not watching anyone he grabbed John head
and attracted to him, they kissed a long wet kiss that made John's dick to
get harder than ever before. They broke the kiss and he caressed Jackie's
smooth skin softly.

       "You are like me, aren't you Jackie?" Jackie grinned slyly.

       "Yes, I am and I like brave boys as you are."

       "I liked you, too, just from the moment you descended from the
carriage, Lazlo. Do you know that you are gorgeous?" The brown boy smiled
at the moment that Jeremy and Helen opened the door, so he could not give
him his answer. They went back into the house, but before they arrived John
pressed his new friend's hand. "Yes, you are beautiful and I like your new
name." They entered and followed the order to get a bath and clean clothes
for bed; they were tired and needed a good rest.

Chapter 27
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The following morning while the boys and girl were still sleeping, Bernard
got up, and after a quick wash and shaving, went to the library where he
found his father reading the morning newspaper; he looked at his son and
grinned.

       "What's the news, dad?"

       "The bad news comes from the continent. The French king and queen
have been jailed by the Revolution's people, so their murder is a question
of days or weeks. This is being happened to many innocent persons, just
because they are coming from aristocratic families or are religious."

       "Revolution? The Governor in CT advanced me something, but I thought
it was nothing serious." His father smiled.

       "I don't realise that you have been separated from the world for a
long time." He then explained all about those terrible events that shook
the West World foundations and that would make a mark in World
History. "You have been very lucky you didn't meet any French pirate in the
Canal, our ships are continuously patrolling, but..."

       "Dad you don't know the ship built by Captain Marten; with the wind,
there isn't any pirate or ship that could capture us." The man smiled.

       "Then, why were Marten and his family captured? Well, let's talks
about something more interesting." He placed his arms around his son's
shoulders. "The Royal Medical Society eagerly wants to appoint you as one
of its prominent members and to hear your speech about the experience on
board of the ship and on the island."

       "They should hear Jeremy, dad. He knows more about tropical plants
than most of the physicians of this country. I'm sure, with the time, he'll
be one of the best doctors we ever had.  Only the sketches that he made
will be considered as a great contribution to Science. It is a pity that
women are not admitted because Helen is as greater as Jeremy is."

       "I have watched the drawings last week. We received a report sent by
your uncle from Australia. They are considering hearing his explanations,
but you must take into consideration that he's only a young boy, and
unfortunately, girls are not taken into account".

       "Yes dad, but a special boy."

       "They are considerations and passion of a father." He grinned as he
sipped his cup of tea. Then Bernard's father asked. "What are you going to
do with him? You are his father, after all, now he is a Northfield and you
must look after his education. Captain Marten's heirs are rich, but..."
Bernard looked into his father's eyes and sighed.

       "Dad, I'm a good physician and I would work hard to pay him the best
school or college of this country, but..." He paused grinning and then
asked his father: "Do you have a safe, father?" His father looked a little
bit puzzled, and then said:

       "I built one some years ago in a secret and dry spot in the cellar
to keep patients records that cannot be accessed by anyone. In these times,
some records could be powerful political weapons if they are in strange
hands. But why do you ask that question?"

       "Get the key, please. I'll return in a minute." Bernard went into
his room and came with two heavy small suitcases. "Let's go downstairs
where the safe is." He took a light and went down as his father opened the
large iron safe-room. Bernard placed one of the cases on a nearby table and
extracted the two coconuts and the large leather pouch containing the
jewels.  With care, he took out the large cork tap of one of them. "Place
your hands underneath making a pouch." Bernard put the coconut as if he was
to pour some water, and a stream of bluish and green beautiful pearls
dropped on his father's hands. The old man wide opened his eyes in
disbelief.

       "My God, these... these jewels would cost a fortune!" He said
stammering. "How did you get them?"

       "Jeremy did, sometimes with Helen's help. We filled three coconuts
like this one; we have brought two and one was left hidden on the island."
As his father questioned him with his sight, he said: "I can't say you why
or where dad. It is Helen and Jeremy's secret; they said that just in case
their children need them in the future." His father looked at him
again. "Yes dad, they are in love, a beautiful love, as you told me about
mom and you when you were his age; therefore please don't get mad on them
if you watch... something of what you did." The old man smiled
broadly. Then Bernard opened the pouch and did the same as with the
pearls. The old man near fainted.

       "Almighty God! Where did you get...? The value of these jewels could
be even higher than the pearls. Only the blue diamond is value as half of
this County, do you know this?"  Bernard grinned at his father's
astonishment.

       "Jeremy and Helen found them into an old bronze cannon buried in the
cave."

       "This couple seems to be great and destined to be together. If they
know how to be discreet, we'll be blind and deft, and also cooperate with
them until they can get married. You have done well telling me, my son." He
put the coconuts and jewels into the safe and then he stared at the
box. "What's that?

       "This is almost Jackie or Lazlo's, as you said property." He opened
the wooden box and extracted a handful of gold coins. "I have calculated
around ten thousands guineas, plus three thousand that the Governor granted
us as the reward for Jackie and Helen. They were taken from the pirates'
treasure as compensation for the time the children spent as hostages in the
pirate's boat. The rest, twenty thousand guineas for capturing Captain
Black, must be requested here." He explained to him how the boy had found
and kept them. "He wants to be a writer; however, he is more than an
excellent cook. By the way, don't be surprised if you see him in good
friendship with the young John, he is sexually attracted to males."
Bernard's father chuckled and then said:

       "These boys are very rich; they could buy the whole county! In
respect of Lazlo, that's not new for me. Captain Marten's brother was
homosexual, too; and his sister is a lesbian; so it comes from his father
family."

       "He's the greatest heart I ever met and the funniest one." He
related to his father all about him disguising as a girl in Cape Town. They
laughed with these occurrences, locked the safe and went upstairs. They
remained to chat about the political situation for almost an hour, and then
they heard the children coming down. Jeremy said good morning and sat near
his father, placing his arm around him. Helen came down and she did the
same on the other side.  Bernard looking at them asked. "Did my little
red-queen sleep well?" She grinned at him and hugged the man even tighter.

       "Yes, I did, but I missed..." She blushed when realised that
Bernard's father was present. Bernard knew the embarrassing situation,
caressed her long red hair and kissed her forehead.

       "Don't worry Helen, he knows it; he guessed when he watched you and
he looking at each other." Jeremy also blushed.

       "Sorry, dad; next time we'll try to be more discreet."

       "You don't need to be discreet within the premises of this house,
whenever no servant or stranger is present." She got up and kissed the old
man tenderly."

       "Thank you, grandpa; dad told us you were a great man." She now sat
near Jeremy placing her head on the boy's shoulder. At that moment
Bernard's mom and Jackie came and the old physician told them what they had
been talking about, she grinned and hugged Helen.

       "These are really good news in these terrible times." She looked
into Jackie's large black eyes and sighed: "What a pity that you love boys
instead of girls because you would have now a bunch of them around you."
Jackie blushed, but she continued: "Don't be ashamed of that, it is not
your fault; your uncle Mathews was homosexual and your aunt Maria is the
same."  Jackie then answered the old woman.

       "Thank you for telling me this, Mrs Northfield; we did not know
about this particular aspect of our family." They went to the dining room
for breakfast. When had finished, a girl came to announce that Miss Helen
had a visitor and that she had been introduced into the library. Helen
guessed who could be; she excused herself to the rest and took Jackie with
her.  She entered the library and found a middle-aged woman staring thru
the glasses to the garden.  The girl coughed and the lady turned around;
both looked into each other eyes as measuring their forces. After some
seconds the lady grinned and greeted Helen and Jackie, kissing both on the
cheeks. Helen hated their Aunt, but the education she had received in the
school and mostly on the island from Bernard prevented her to express what
she felt in that moment; wrath was the right word. The lady did not expect
a so grown girl and she squirmed in panic as she watched in front of her
the living picture or her hated late sister in law.

       "You have grown a lot dear, you look like a pretty young woman
and..." Helen interrupted her.

       "Very suitable for your sexual desires, isn't it, aunty?" Soon the
experienced woman learnt that her young niece and nephew were aware of her
activities. She guessed couldn't play with that young girl and his brother
that silently was examining her inch by inch as a ghost.  Helen then
continued: "Don't try to deceive us, Aunt Maria; we have spent time enough
in Cape Town to know about you. Three years as a hostage in a pirate ship,
surrounded by more than fifty cruel men, where I had to watch the rape or
death of children and adults nearly every day, it had built in my heart
such anger, fury and hate more than enough to send you to jail for the rest
of your life." The woman trembled. She knew her niece had now the tools and
the money to do so; her arguments were so convincing... she had never
thought about the suffering of her family. She heard how Helen slowly
continued: "Why did you do that? Why didn't you rescue my brother and me?
You had the money and the means. Why?" Helen near shouted. The lady knew
she had only one card to play in this important play: to say the
truth. After all, she was a Marten and she saw her late brother talking
thru that little evil child. She could never deceive him while he was
alive. She honestly and almost in a whisper answered the girl.

       "It was for money, Rosy; for money. I also wanted to have and
demonstrate all that your father and Uncle Mathews denied me because I was
a woman, and had a sexual deviation as a man." Helen thought that, after
all, she was honest telling the truth. Helen slightly stared at her silent
brother and found understanding and support in Jackie's stare.

       "At least you are honest. Many times I had thought to send you to
one of those horrible houses where the old women die of boredom or to jail;
you deserve that. But your nephew Lazlo and my husband..." The lady heard
that word and near jumped on her seat, but said nothing.  Helen knew what
was in her aunt's mind and continued: "Yes Aunty Maria, I have a husband,
not legally yet, but he will be. He is the most gorgeous, adorable and
fantastic boy that exists in this world. Jackie or Lazlo, as you say, can
confirm it. These two boys and my dad, not my father, to whom we were
obliged to watch hanging from the main mast of Captain Black's ship; they
had convinced me to have mercy on you." The lady sighed relieved. "The same
as I know you have behaved like a witch, I must recognize that you, like
the rest of the family, are very good at business." The lady thought that
was the moment to intervene in her favour.

       "In spite of the war situation with France, I have more than
duplicated our capital..."

       "We know that fact, Aunt Maria. Therefore, we have discussed and
agreed in respect of you..." She paused as the old woman was expecting her
sentence of death. Helen then continued: "1), you have twenty-four hours to
get rid of your lazy girls; but before they leave, they must wash and clean
all the rooms and items they had used. 2), you'll be enclosed in the
"princess house" where the company's documents and office are. We don't
care what you do with your body and your sexual needs. You can keep or
change any girl that you want; however, you must pay her from your own
pocket as any whore." The lady was to say something but she preferred not
to talk until her niece had finished. "And 3), you will continue being in
charge of the Company's business. You will control the men and I will
control you. We'll discuss a fair income for you; after all, apparently,
you must live decently and according to your social status, using the
Company's carriages and facilities in your daily task. If I hear anything
on the contrary, you will be confined in that horrible house or left free
to go where you like, but without a single penny from us. I don't think
you'll be so stupid; after all, you are a Marten. Now, think all about and
tell Mama Villa to enter; I suppose you have brought her with you." The
lady sighed relieved.

       "Thank you Rosy and to you Lazlo; I promise you won't have any
complaint about me.  Yes, I recognize I have those desires, the same as you
and Lazlo surely have, though differently; but we are the only remaining
members of our family and must remain together."

       "We agree with you. The day after tomorrow morning, Lazlo and I will
occupy our old house, so you must demonstrate your efficiency."

       "Thank you." Coldly they kissed on the cheeks and she left the
library. One minute later entered an old and little fatty woman that
directly opened her big arms and hugged Helen and Jackie, with visible
tears trickling down her cheeks.

       "Oh, my children! My dear children! I prayed our Lord many times for
your return. That witch..." Helen and Jackie returned the hug, and then
tenderly Helen told the woman:

       "Please Mama Villa, sit down. You don't need to worry about her
anymore; now everything is over. We are back and safe. I have taken some
decisions." She explained all about her aunt seclusion and the rest of the
servants and girls. "You are now the boss in there.  We may need to hire a
couple of discreet good girls or women from the village to help you, if
possible, from your own family. We'll only be my brother and me; and..."
She added in a murmur into the woman's ears: "most of the nights some
beautiful boys: my future husband and Lazlo's lover." The woman opened her
big black eyes and grinned broadly.

       "I suppose he must be a handsome boy, you are a clever and rich
girl; however, isn't too soon that you start..." Helen grinned and hugged
that good-hearted woman that had been their wet-nurse in the past.

       "No mama. The day after tomorrow I'll explain to you about what we
have gone thru during these five years. We have been alone on an isolated
island for almost two years. Can you realise what a naked boy and a girl
could do in those circumstances?" The woman laughed loudly.

       "Yes, I understand, because I would have done the same myself in
your place." She stood and argued: "I must go. I have many things to do
before you come. I'll put to work all of those lazy and gluttonous women."
They hugged and kissed again and the lady left singing in a murmur an old
Spanish song. Helen then dragged her brother to her.

       "It is drizzling and I want to ask dad's father to authorise us to
read his books."

       "I think Jeremy has the same idea." Jackie helped John in his
chores, set the fire in the library's fireplace and soon both boys were
engulfed in reading following Bernard's instructions.  Jackie read
literature books and Jeremy medicine and botany ones. They spent the whole
day in there, while Bernard accompanied his father in a countryside tour to
see his sick people, as every Friday did. Helen spent the day with
Bernard's mother telling her all about her stay on the island and in the
pirate's ship. After lunch, John came to feed the fire and Jackie went to
help him. As soon as they were in the firewood store they looked into each
other eyes and John hugged Jackie tenderly.

       "I like you, Jackie. I have spent the night thinking about you; I
can't take you out from my mind." The beautiful and young Aztecan rubbed
John's back.

       "I like you, too; John. In the yacht, I had the feeling that I was
going to meet my other half and I think I have found it, at least by now,
you. We'll talk tomorrow. You better do your chores early morning because
we'll ask dad to allow you and Jeremy to come to help us to settle down in
the house and stay there overnight."

       "Do you really want me to spend the night with you?" Jackie grinned
slyly.

       "Yes, unless you don't want it." John pressed Jackie's hands as he
felt his dick getting hard.

       "Are you mad?" They kissed softly a long and wet kiss. "We better go
back, I don't want they get mad on me." They spent the rest of the night
talking and making plans for the future.

Chapter 28
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The following morning both boys went again to the library and around
midday, a carriage came to pick them up. Their aunty had demonstrated her
efficiency in finishing her task some hours before the target time. The
luggage was loaded and permission granted to spend the weekend together in
Helen's large house. John would join them after he finished his
chores. Mama Villa, her husband as the gardener, and two young girls
received them. They found no trace of their Aunt's crew or the girls. Helen
kissed Mama Villa and her husband and greeted the new girls.  She
introduced Jeremy to them and he politely kissed Mama Villa on the cheeks
and shook hands with the others. Helen took Jeremy's hand and showed the
house. It was very similar to Sir Northfield's. Her memories came back to
her and could not stop her tears dribbling down her smooth cheeks,
especially when she went into the large bedroom where she had been
conceived more than thirteen years ago.

There was a large bed with a canopy covering it, luxury chairs,
nightstands, thick carpets and a large fireplace that had been alighted to
warm up the room. It had large windows facing the garden with thick heavy
green curtains. Everything was as she remembered, but smaller. She opened a
small door placed on the left hand and entered another large room with two
twin smaller beds with toys spread nearly in all seats. Jackie then bent
over and picked up a brown teddy-bear, kissed it, and with care, he placed
it on the left bed under the covers. Helen looked at his brother and
dragged him to her; she noticed Jackie's eyes were blurred.

       "That was his favourite toy," Helen said. Jackie wiped out his
tears.

       "I'll keep it for your first baby, sister. I'm too old for a teddy
bear." Jeremy placed his strong arms around the brother and sister
shoulders pressing against him. Then continued visiting and exploring the
big house. In a moment they were looking into the garden Jeremy said:

       "It is more than enough for five children; not matter whether they
are boys or girls."  Helen placed her arms around Jeremy's neck and dragged
his face softly to her.

       "Which will their names be my husband?" She asked with a little
joke. He said seriously:

       "At least there will be a Helen and a Jeremy, and probably a
Bernard." She placed her left arm around her future husband's waist as he
did the same with his right one on her shoulders; then they went downstairs
to meet Mama Villa. Jackie then ran to her and said:

       "Today is a really special day. I'll cook lunch and dinner." Mama
Villa looked at Helen shocked.

       "Mama Villa, put someone to help him, he is an excellent cook; at
least that was what the Governor of Cape Town said."

       "I'll help him myself, daughter. Your uncle Mathews used to cook
very well, so that's coming from the family, like many other things." They
grinned because Mama Villa had noticed the manners in Jackie behaviour and
had guessed the boy did not like girls in his bed. Lunch and dinner were
super and Helen invited the woman to join them in that special event; she
rejected the idea, but Jeremy insisted and finally the old woman and her
husband accepted to dine with them. When they finished and all the dishes
were clean, they went into the large living room close to the fireplace
where a large piece of wood was burning.

Mama Villa had prepared a special cocktail to drink as she used to take
when she was living in Puerto Rico. It was a mix of fruit juices and a very
small portion of rum. That raised the spirits and for the first time since
Mama Villa left her country, after the death of her family; she sat on the
piano and played some old tunes. Jeremy joined her and Helen brought her
flute. The boy sang with his educated and now light tenor voice, a few
marvellous songs that all applauded.  Time for bed came; Mama Villa and her
husband stood and walked up to the little house near the main one. When she
was near the main door and was kissing Helen good nights, in a very low
voice she whispered:

       "We used that drink for the brides on their first night. I hope it
works." Helen grinned.  They left after locking the door. Jeremy and Jackie
took an oil lamp each and entered their respective rooms. Grinning they
said good nights and closed the doors. Jeremy lighted two other lamps so
the large room showed beautiful alighted. He added more wood to the fire
while Helen drew the heavy curtains. They met in the centre of the large
and cosy bedroom; they looked into each other eyes and both hugged, their
lips joined in a long and passionate kiss.

       "I love you my beautiful red-queen; this is our real wedding night."
He started to undress, but Helen stopped him.

       "That's my privilege; don't be hurry my young husband, we have all
night, besides don't care about the rabbit jump; I have been taking the
herbs since the last menstruation." Jeremy grinned and kissed her again.

       "I'm very hot, my little wise red-queen."

       "I know it because I am the same." She slowly went on undressing him
and tossing the garments on the chair. The last item was his baggy
underwear, and when he stepped out of it, his pole was hard and pouring
precum. He took her in his strong arms and dropped the young girl on the
large bed.

       "Now this is my privilege, too." When they were naked, Jeremy
straddled her, their mouths met and their tongues swirled inside, the
saliva mixing as one. Jeremy was too hot and his young body was asking for
relief, so he slipped down to her lovely cunt and took between his lips the
erected clit. She moaned in pleasure as Jeremy introduced his tongue into
her vagina. She hardly could say:

       "Please, Jer... Jeri, let me suck you." He grinned and changed into
a 69 position and Helen eagerly took his lover five inches thick cock into
her mouth. They did not need much time to get their first orgasm of the
night. Their bodies tensed and their breaths stopped. She freely screamed
and Jeremy groaned as he spurted his small load of semen into her
mouth. She swallowed happily without letting a single drop was wasted. He
turned around to their original position and their mouths joined again
savouring Jeremy's cream.

Until here the same scene was being performed in the adjacent room between
John and Jackie, of course with light variants on respect of the sex. John
caressed and caressed his new boy.  Only a couple of days before he could
not have imagined what would happen to him, it seemed a dream and he told
this to his lover.

       "Lazlo, I never thought I would have such a beautiful and gorgeous
living being like you with me. I have always been the target of jokes and
mocks from those who knew I was homosexual, except Jeremy, his father and
grandfather; and, of course, Jack". Jackie attracted his friend face to him
and they kissed once more tenderly.

       "From now on you won't need to care about it; they may suspect it,
but that's all." He grinned and kissed the beautiful brown boy.

       "I want you to fuck me first, Jackie. It is almost four years now
since Jack did it to me and I suppose my butt is a little bit tight, but I
want you to open and enjoy it as a virgin one."  They laughed quietly. "You
have started drooling precum; it is not much but you have done it.  That
means you are approaching puberty; however, you are devoid of any hair,
like a girl, but prettier."

       "Because that is what I want to be for you to enjoy, John."

       "But now I want you to be my husband. Please, Jackie, fuck me."

       "Alright. Lye on your back and raise your legs to your chest." He
took a bottle of olive oil and spread some on John's crack. He had not much
hair in spite of being sixteen y/o. He wrapped in his left hand John's hard
cock and jerked it slowly while he introduced his forefinger into his anus,
spreading the oil in it. John moaned loudly as Jackie touched his
prostate. "Do you like that?"

       "Oh yes, you are so, so good. Please, don't stop now." Jackie
extracted his finger, kneeled in front of his friend and pushed his dick
into him in a single thrust. As all the Marten, Jackie was well endowed for
his age, and now he was about four and a half inches; almost as John was,
in spite of being near three years younger than he was. He pushed hard and
John felt a sharp pain as the first time when Jack did to him.

       "Is it alright, John?"

       "Yes, go ahead. I told you that I'm like a virgin." They smiled and
Jackie started thrusting his hard cock into his friend's butt. John had
never been as hard as now. Jackie fucked him; first slowly and then
increasing the pace of his thrusts. In a few minutes, both boys were
sweating and breathing heavily. John then screamed in pleasure without
mattering whether someone could hear him or not. Without touching himself
he shot his load, so hard that the first shot reached his upper lip; the
second his chin, and after that, it decreased the force.  Jackie watching
that, he made a final thrust as he reached the point of no return in his
climax.  He fell on top of John's chest breathing hard. He felt John's
hands kneading his butt cheeks and his back. John had his mouth near
Jackie's ears. "I love you, my beautiful Lazlo." Jackie still recovering
his breath raised his head and their mouth met in a long and tender kiss.

       "I do to you, too, John. I'm very happy about meeting you here." He
rested his head on top of his new lover and John continued caressing him
everywhere; he loved that smooth baby skin.

       "I hope you never change this marvellous skin, Jackie. It is so
beautiful to touch it..."  Jackie grinned and rubbed John's chest,
spreading his semen. After a few minutes, Jackie raised himself; his dick
had come out from John.

       "John, I want you to do it to me now; I want to feel your large dick
in me. Please fuck me hard."

       "Did Jeremy fuck you?"

       "Yes. Last time in Cape Town; after that, he preferred my
sister. They really have a crutch on each other."

       "Yes. I loved Jeremy right from the moment I saw him on board, but
he kindly said that he was my friend and that he would always be, but his
only love was his father."

       "But Bernard never fucked Jeremy. I know he adored his son as such,
even during the time they spent alone on the island before my sister
arrived. He fucked me during the trip because I asked him; he is absolutely
straight. I know that he and Carla's husband were fucking young women
nearly every night, and I suppose he is doing the same here now." He
paused.  "You cannot imagine how wonderful the people on CP are, even the
Governor..."

       "I don't mind what they did; now I have you, Jackie, and I would
like not to share you with anybody else." Jackie looked into his new
lover's eyes and rubbed his face softly without saying a single word. But
he thought he would never be devoted to only one person. He knew he could
not make that promise right then; he wanted to fuck and be fucked, time
would say the last word.

       "Please John; fuck me now hard; I see you have already
recovered. You don't need to put any oil on your dick; your precum and
semen will be enough." He smiled. As they were on the comfortable bed,
Jackie turned over showing his butt to John; he raised his right leg and
John pulled his dick into him from the rear. It was a long time since John
had fucked anyone; the last time when he was twelve and did it to Jack; he
had never done it to a beautiful boy, let alone like Jackie. He remembered
how Jack had made out to him; they changed position after a few minutes
until they reached that great moment of pleasure and exploded into Jackie's
guts.  Both exhausted for the moment, drifted to sleep. The following
morning they would resume their lovemaking and the same in the future
months and years. That what they thought, however, the Aztecan boy was not
so sure; he had different plans.

Jeremy looked into his future wife's eyes, put his hands around his adored
face and started tenderly petting her.

       "I would like to know why I love you so much, pretty red-queen." She
sighed and kissed him tenderly back. She noticed he was hard again but she
thought they had all night to enjoy their real first night. She thought on
the nights they had spent on the beach, they would never be able to forget!
"What are you thinking about, darling?" Jeremy asked.

       "I'm thinking about how lucky I am to have you, Jeremy. This is our
first real comfortable night, in a real bed and without caring for
anything, only compared to those nights that we spent in the tent or under
the moonlight on the island. It seems now so far..." The boy sighed.

       "Only a few months have elapsed since then, but you can believe me,
darling, I don't miss it because you are near me. I would never get
separated from you. I would die if..." Helen sealed her boy's lips with a
hard kiss.

       "Forget about that and let's see only the present; the future will
come with good and bad moments, but we'll be together to face them." She
dragged his face to her and they locked again their bodies passionately.

       "I'll put now all my experience on you; I want you to scream of
pleasure." She smirked satisfactorily.

       "Go ahead, my lion!" He smiled. Jeremy place himself near her and
started licking and biting her earlobes; she could not resist the great
ticklish sensation of his tongue touching her.  Her nipples got harder than
ever as he nibbled on her neck and she squirmed. Jeremy wanted to explore
her entirely and then to fuck his girl, but he felt too hot, his dick was
drooling precum and jerking with every heartbeat; he resisted the
temptation of entering her. He raised her arms and started licking her
armpits; she giggled as she could not resist the ticklish and pleasure
feelings. Her body started to tremble; she put one of her hands on top of
Jeremy's head caressing his brown curly short hair and the other on his
lover hard cock; now Jeremy was the one to squirm. His body writhed and he
knew he would not reach his goal. Both were now breathing hard; he
straddled her and took one of her nipples into his mouth. That was enough
for her; she yelled and pleaded in a faltering voice:

       "Please, please Jeremy..." She was now rubbing his back and his butt
cheeks encouraging him to fuck her hard. He knew he had a long night ahead
and many days to do whatsoever he and she liked, therefore he went on top
of that beautiful white body and his dick did not need to be guided. It
entered smoothly into her vagina to the hilt; the dickhead touching her
uterus; it matched perfectly into her as if Mother Nature had done it
especially for her. A spasm went thru her body and she groaned in
pleasure. They did not need much time to reach their climaxes. Helen
stretched out her leg as her tongue went into Jeremy's mouth trying to
compensate his meat into her. At those moments they were irrational animals
lost in their lust.  Jeremy reached the point of no return, he broke the
kiss and groaned pushing his crotch against hers and started spurting his
small load of clear semen into her adored girl. Helen felt his future
husband move as she also got her climax with a difference of a few
seconds. They turned over so that Helen was now on top of him. She thought
ought to forgive her aunt, because if she had rescued her probably she
would be now in a school in Switzerland or somewhere else with stupid girls
ignoring all about her adored Jeremy. They remained for a few minutes quiet
until they recovered, still Jeremy dick into her and near hard.

       "Sorry my little queen, I couldn't stop going into you. You are so
pretty and so good that my body did not obey me." She smiled tenderly and
for a reply glued her lips on his as she caressed his hair and back.

       "You did it perfectly because I couldn't wait anymore. It is so
fucking good..." He grinned but warned her.

       "I'll put some soap into that marvellous mouth; I guess you learnt
that while you stayed in the pirate's boat."

       "Yes, I did. Do you know something, my handsome boy? If I hadn't
been in that vessel you could not have rescued me, and as a consequence, we
would not be here now." She started moving up and down so that Jeremy's
cock again started to get hard into her. "Therefore I'm thinking to forgive
my Aunt for her sins, but keeping her in the princess' house." He attracted
her to him and hugged that adorable body very hard.

       "I do applaud your decision. I'm sure dad will be glad hearing that
from you."

       "Why?

       "He told me once that he used to be a close friend of your family,
especially of your Aunt, but he knew she was a lesbian, so they were just
friends. Probably she is ashamed enough and doesn't want to see him, but
I'm sure she would like it."

       "We'll still keep her suffering, but only for a couple of weeks
until granddad invites her to the celebration of our return. The Admiralty
will release to the press the entire story of our adventure, so within a
few days, we'll be the main subjects in the newspapers. She doesn't know
you, yet, so this will be a good moment for reconciliation."

Jeremy then lapped his lovely girl's nipples and turned her on her
back. Without any word, he scooted down near her feet and took her small
group of toes into his mouth. She was taken aback because she did not
expect that action, but felt as an electric jolt went thru her rounded leg
to her groins. She was astonished and couldn't imagine that. He took the
other foot and did the same; then spread her legs and went up licking her
knees, then her silky thighs; her breathing again quickened, especially
when he reached her upper thighs. Then turned her on four legs and did the
same with her butt crack. She again pleaded Jeremy to fuck her, but this
time he knew they were not in so an urgency. He licked her anus' ring
trying to enter her with his tongue. She thought that was weird but it
demonstrated how much Jeremy loved her. Then he laid her again on her back
and started licking her navel; finally, after a quick suck to her hard
young breasts, he scooted down and put into his mouth that lovely and
sensible part of his girl: her clit. She yelled in delight while rubbed and
caressed Jeremy's body. She pulled him up to her and their mouth glued
again. His dick was looking for her little warm cavern and soon they
coupled in the most wonderful moment of their lives. This time it took
longer, but the same as previous and many times in the future. They reached
that great moment in which they saw their particular rainbows as they
achieved their climaxes. Exhausted and tired he dragged the covers over
them and in seconds they were hard asleep.

End of Part 5