Date: Mon, 13 Apr 2020 15:54:57 +0000 From: Al Peres Subject: Jim and Francis Part 5 JIM AND FRANCIS ================ By Al Peres PART 5 ------------- Chapter 26 --------------- They all were tired after the feast. Once all the guests had left, Francis' father said: "Well children, we have eaten and drunk too much, I would suggest go to the kitchen and have a glass of milk, then time for bed." They agreed, and a few minutes later, all were in their respective rooms. Like every night, Francis and Jim approached Charlie's bed to kiss him goodnights, they coincided with Margarita and all three kissed him. The little boy extended his white arms and hugged all together. Jim and Margarita's faces touched in the hug and they quivered at the touch. "Good night brothers, I'll miss your kisses when I return to the US. I would like to remain here forever." They said nothing because all understood the little boy's feelings at those moments. They tucked him on the bed and left, leaving the doors closed but not locked. Jim and Francis got naked as usual and went under the covers. They looked at each other, Jim hugged Francis and he returned the hug. Then Jim said: "I love you, Francis; I never thought I could love someone as I do to you. It is something special, nothing to do with sex. It is like a strong brotherhood that I have only experienced with my brother Frankie." Francis stared at his lover and caressed his face with the back of his right hand. "I understand you, Jim, because that's what I feel about you. I love these moments and, why not, I love making sex with you; but I cannot imagine myself doing it with somebody else. I'm not attracted to men but I enjoy it with you, we are rare friends." "Yes, we are. We enjoyed our tonight fucking with those girls, the problem is that when we return to school we wouldn't have any girl available, only boys and I don't like to molest boys unless they ask me for it." "I do agree with you, so we must continue as up today." "You should have seen Charlie fucking the little girl! I think she was the one who initiated the adventure, but he complied like a good stallion. I told him to keep this secret amongst us; if he released something to his dad we could see ourselves in troubles with the puritan Americans." "Don't care about that. He won't say anything. I'm concerned because every time he comes it is more difficult the return him to the US. This time will be even worst; he's spending lovely holidays as never before, with experiences not common for a boy of his age..." Both friends started petting each other ending in a 69 position until their young clear creams were spurted into each other mouth. They returned to their original position, cuddled into each other's arms and drifted to sleep. The following days were days of happiness for the four children. Margarita and Jim were deeply in love; however, she was expecting Jim to take the initiative and to declare his to her. That was the custom in those times, especially, for an educated girl as she was. Jim was scared, he did not want to ask his friend's help and did not dare to say to that beautiful blond girl that his heart was bleeding in need to kiss and love her. So the days went thru until the New Year Eve. In that night adults allowed the children to go to bed after the midnight; first, they would have the formal dinner, dressed in their best clothes, after dinner, presents would be distributed and then toasting for the New Year's happiness. Charlie disregarded his clothes and went to Francis' old wardrobe, he chose a dress that Francis had used in his First Holy Communion, representing a prince; he had seen that dress in his mom's album. Francis and Jim wore smoking dresses as they had agreed before, and Margarita the beautiful dress designed by Francis, still nobody had seen it, except herself. When Charlie was dressed, he called his sister. "Margarita, please, can you come and supervise my tie?" "Just a second, I'm almost ready." She shouted from her room. That was the keyword agreed between Charlie and Francis to reunite the lovers since the dress had not bowtie. She entered into Charlie's room at the same time that Jim also entered to help, at the request of Francis. Margarita and Jim met, the Earth stopped moving for them, they watched each other as in their dreams; then looked one another for a few seconds as Charlie and Francis winked grinning. Jim was amazed, instead of those long flaxen plaits; she had her long hair cascading on her shoulders, a velvety festoon prevented to fall on her beautiful face. Instinctively, they launched into each other arms. They kissed and kissed several times and everywhere, and then hugged as Jim caressed the girl's face and blond hair. Both were sobbing softly. Francis and Charlie retreated leaving the couple alone. "I love you, Margarita, I love you with all my heart! I wonder why I have waited so long to tell you. I knew loved you even before I came to France." Francis and Charlie stared at each other amused ad they heard the boy's declaration. Margarita placed her arms around the boy's neck and kissed him desperately. "This is my first real kiss to a boy and I am very proud you are him. I love you, Jim, I have loved you ever since I can remember. You have been in my heart all the time and I was scared that you might not love me. I was terribly scared!" Jim kissed her again on the lips, and then on her palms, placing them around her cheeks. "I love you my beautiful blond." Charlie interrupted them. "Well, anyone would like to arrange my tie?" They looked at the little boy and Margarita said: "But that dress doesn't need a tie! You little rascal!" "Let's go downstairs; dad and Uncle Carl probably are waiting for us." Like in a wedding, first was the little angel followed by the bride giving her hand to her boy, behind Francis was as godfather escorting the happy couple. However, sat on the library and dressed in night smoking, the two adult lovers were savouring a cup of sherry before going into the dining room that for this purpose had been set up with candles and silver cutlery. Carl said: "Charles, have you noticed our Margarita is in love for the first time with that boy?" "Yes, I would need to be blind not seeing it? The question is: does he love her?" "Charles, you are very blind. He is even more in love than she is." "Well, perhaps I'm blind, but if he loves her he knows how to hide it." "Charles, to understand it you should place yourself in his position. He is a poor boy, coming from a poor family and a poor village. He falls in love with a rich girl and feels he is not worthy of that love, he has nothing to offer her. How can he declare his love to a beautiful girl who could have anybody she wanted?" "I thought he was homosexual like Francis is." "You are even blinder than I thought. As usual, you don't see what is happening in this house and around you. Neither Jim nor our son is like we are." "I suppose you have foundations to say that." The man sighed and kissed a peck on his lover's lips. "Of course I have. I watched them a few days ago during the dance. They had already prepared the cottage, there they fucked Lisps' twins during an hour. They called him "stallion." "How do you know that?" He smiled cunningly at his lover. "You should have been a detective instead of a lawyer." Carl laughed and pressed his lover's hand. "Those are the facts, so now what shall we do?" "Nothing, Carl. They are too young and life is very short, however, this society is strange for us or we are strange for them, but we must live in it. If they love each other, I'll warn them, but I'll consent their relationship, especially in these premises. Time will say the last word. I want our daughter's happiness, so, if she is happy loving this boy I have no objection to make. He's an honest, fair and good student; with the time, probably, he will become a successful man. I'm sure of that. What do you think?" "We must be very careful, but I do agree with you. Do you remember when we fell in love? We still were not 12 y/o. Do you think that any hetero couple has been happier than we have been? Probably we are contemplating the father of our grandchildren. So, knowing Margarita's character I prefer to start accepting the problem right from the beginning, rather than to have to rectify later on." They heard the children's laughs coming down the stairs. "What beautiful children we have!" Carl said, I think the problem between Margarita and Jim is over. It is reflecting on their faces. I like it." The big man sighed. "I think so. Let's go to have a family dinner." As soon as they reached down, Margarita left her boy's hand and ran to her father, she hanged from his neck and kissed him, then did the same to Uncle Carl. "You are beautiful Margarita. Where did you get that dress from?" "It's my brother's present." "But we believe all your happiness has nothing to do with your dress," Carl said. Margarita blushed and then, bravely went where the boys were standing, took Jim's hand and dragged him to her father and Uncle Carl's presence. "You are right, dad. He is the origin of my dreams and my happiness. I'm introducing you the boy to whom I love, father." She had not used the word "father" for a long time, and this impressed Charles of her determination. "Well, Jim, what do you have to say?" Jim deeply blushed, nevertheless, he was not scared, he felt Margarita's hand pressing his, encouraging and supporting him. "Sir, I'm a poor boy from a poor family, yet, my love for Margarita at this moment is the richest in the world. I know still is a long way until we become adults, and for most of the people we still are children, nevertheless, I love her, so you did a bad business bringing me here because now it will be very difficult for me to detach from her unless she doesn't love me." The men were astonished of the brave words coming from an almost 14 y/o boy, but they knew it was better to live with the situation rather than to oppose to it. Charles then said: "Jim, you are a brave boy and I'm sure you will be a great man, however, we live in a society where so early loves are not easily accepted, but, as I told you, we are not a common family, so we welcome you into our hearts. I must also add that, please, behave like two good friends outside of these premises or when someone strange is at home in what the expression of your love it refers. Believe me, we are not ashamed of you, but we have to keep forms and be a little bit hypocrite about this until you are a little bit older; then, if you still love each other, it will be a great honour to present you into society." "Thank you very much indeed, Sir. I promise you will not hear any complaint relating to our conduct. You have my word for it." Margarita was crying, she took Jim's face and kissed him on the cheek, and then she said: "Dad, do you think is there any boy like Jim?" His father grinned. "I'm sure that for you, no." "And for me," Francis said. "And for me, too," Charlie added. All hugged and happily went into the dining room. They had dinner served by the boys; after they cleaned the table, all of them went to the library for their Christmas presents. Charles opened a drawer and extracted several parcels folded with colour papers. "Well girl and boys, today is a special day for presents. The first one is for our guest, Jim." The teenager was surprised because he did not expect anything; Margarita pressed his hand encouraging him. He took the little parcel and opened it. It was a wonderful "Rolex" writ's watch. He could not believe it. Francis then said: "I hope you liked it." Jim did not know what to say, he was agape. "Sorry Sir, but I do not deserve this jewel, well... I, I, I never had one and..." Margarita stood and kissed him on the chick, and in a whisper said: "It is for you, my love." Jim blushed as two tears dribbled down his smooth cheeks. "I, I am so surprised..." Thank you very much, it is a beautiful watch, I wonder if I will be able to wear it." "You will. I'm sure Jim, and you have nothing to thank about." Carl said. He sat near Margarita and she helped him to wear it around his left wrist." He then stared at his friend and hugged him. "Thanks, Francis, I know it is your idea." Francis returned the hug. "Believe me; you deserve it and much more." Now Charles extracted three parcels, two similar ones and one different. He then said. "Margarita, my daughter, when I married your mother I wanted all the best for her, in such a way I loved her a lot. She was a great woman and a pretty girl, the same as you are. I gave her all she wanted; yet, she was not very exigent. This is a family jewel that my mother gave me; you can see your mother is wearing it in that oil painting. Now Charlie's father has returned it; he kept it while she was alive. Now it is yours, so you can transmit it to your eldest daughter, if you had one, of course." Margarita opened the old box and took in his hands that valuable jewel, a tiara made in gold with many beautiful stones. She couldn't believe it, her father continued: "Historically it has been transmitted when a girl was on her 13 birthday." Margarita looked at it again and hugged her father and Uncle Carl. "Thanks, Dad, I'll demonstrate I deserve it, however, meanwhile, please keep it in the safe. I'll wear it when I get married, not before." Jim looked at her and said: "Please, Margarita, wear it tonight until bedtime." She looked at her love tenderly. "Please, dad, place it on my head." Charles did as requested. "My daughter, you look like a princess, very much the same as your mother was." Charlie was impressed with all the compliments and references to his mom. Charles continued: "Charlie has many toys; he and Françoise are the males of the family. The same as the tiara, my father gave me his ring-seal so I transmitted to my sons, nevertheless, I did not expect to have two; therefore, I made a copy of it, so exact that I don't know which the original is." Saying this he gave to Charlie and Francis their respective rings. Of course, the boys could not wear it, but that meant nothing, the present had so a large significance to them... especially for Charlie; he felt considered as a part of his family. He jumped onto Charles' lap and started crying with his curly head on the man's chest. "Please, please, papa Charles, don't send me back to the US; I feel French, a Norman. This is my true family and my own country. I want to be with my brother and my sister and especially with you." He tenderly hugged the child. He was aware of how his feelings were mixed in this little creature. Charles caressed the little boy tenderly and kissed his head. Then he said: "Charlie, this is and always will be your family. We'll stay with you when you request us; however, you also have a father that loves you and two little sisters... Charlie jumped back and as he stood he said: "Yes, I have a dad that always is busy and I can't ask him anything. The babies are my dad's daughters, but not my sisters. Her mother is... I don't like her. She hates me because she wanted my dad when he chose our mother, and I hate her!" He said the last words like spitting them. "Please, please, let me stay here." The boy sank into an armchair and again started to cry. Margarita and Francis went to him and hugged. Then Charles stood and took the boy in his arms. "Charlie, little man, we all love you. I'll see your problem with your dad; however, you are still too young to decide. Besides, Margarita and Françoise will leave for their respective schools. Uncle Carl and I travel continuously, so you would be here alone, too. There at least, you can see your dad and your granddad. I'll talk to him, so you can spend all your holidays in France..." The boy interrupted him. "But I could go to the same school as Jim and Françoise." "That would be a wonderful idea, but that school is one of the best in Europe, and only boys of 11 y/o and over are admitted. In three years, neither Françoise nor Jim will be in that school; however, if when you are going to 12 still want to stay in that school I'll talk your father about it. I'm sure he will accept it. He loves you very much and wants the best for you." "Will you do that for me, papa Charles?" "I will. I promise." "Don't forget that I'm a Lambert, too; I'll never change my surname. Never!" They did not want to argue with the little boy, so Uncle Carl said: "Well, the new year will be here within minutes. Let's have some music." All stood; Carl went to the piano and started playing easy melodies that the boys sang happily. Soon they forgot the previous arguments. Charlie then said: "My dad doesn't know because he didn't ask me and never goes to my school, but I'm part of my school's choir. The Director said I have a nice voice. Tonight I want to sing a pretty song, it is a pray to our mother." All were surprised since they did not know anything related to the boy's school activities. He approached Uncle Carl and said something, he affirmed; then he produced one note on the piano. Carl started playing the entry to the "Ave Maria" from Schubert; the little boy started singing looking at his mother and brothers' oil painting. "Ave Maria gratia plena..." It seemed an angel singing from heaven. The beautiful voice spread thru the house as they were transported far away. Tears appeared, especially on the brothers' cheeks, and when the little boy finished with last musical note, the brothers embraced in a mutual hug of love, the rest joined them as they congratulated the little boy for his beautiful performance. That was a key moment that would mark the brothers' lives forever; they had never felt so close and united until that moment. Margarita felt her heart touched and she forgot her previous hate to her mother, she realised that the little blond was also suffering her absence when he more needed his mother. Without leaving her little brother she said: "Charlie, I'm sure she is watching and hearing us, she wants us to love each other and never be separated as brothers. We must do all we can to never fight or envy one another and help each other during our lives, that's what she would do." Charlie embraced his brothers and said: "Please Uncle Carl, play something that mom would approve tonight." They laughed and Carl again started playing the piano until midnight when the New Year entered. They all kissed and hugged wishing all the best for the New Year. The adults got ready to leave to continue the feast in the large town, and the boys went upstairs to bed. They cleaned their teeth and wore their pyjamas. Charlie went under the covers as his brothers and Jim joined around the bed to kiss him goodnights. He extended his little arms and hugged them saying near in a murmur: "Thanks, mom for giving me so good brothers." They kissed him and put off the lights. Chapter 27 -------------- Jim then said: "Tonight in Spain, children are allowed to remain awaked celebrating the New Year until they are very tired, so they ask for going to bed, normally very late, even they are allowed to drink a little bit of alcohol." Francis and her sister looked at each other, she asked: "Will they be now there at your home?" "Most likely they are at the farm with my brother, John and the rest of the large family." "What's about if you call them? Probably, it will take some time the call to get thru, but we are not hurried, are we, Françoise?" "Of course not. Let's put the international call." Jim them objected: "But that will cost a lot of money and..." Margarita watched Jim's apprehension; she pressed his hand and said: "Don't worry about the cost, dad will gladly pay it." Francis went outside the room and dialled international operator from the upstairs phone extension and put the call thru; the operator told him that there was about an hour delay with Spain. Jim went to his room, but Margarita dragged him to hers. When they entered, she looked at him and they kissed tenderly. "I adore you, Jim." Jim looked at those beautiful blue eyes and started kissing her freckles and nose, and then he kissed her passionately. "I adore you, too, my sweetheart." He knew right from the beginning she was an inexperienced girl and that even increased his love for her. They sat on the large couch and he started nibbling her passionately, her neck, her chin, her eyes, and finally her lovely red young lips. He parted her teeth with his tongue; she resisted the intruder for a moment and then welcomed it. Their tongues met swirled inside and she started to moan, breathing and gasping. Jim put his right hand on her little breasts, only separated by the thing cotton fabric of her nightdress. Jim knew that she and he were near an orgasm, probably her first one touching a male. She introduced her right arm under Jim's loose pyjama and rubbed his back, while her left one was caressing his curly black hair on his neck. Jim felt his dick nearly to explode as he noticed Margarita spasm and she pressed him against her with a loud moan. Jim also knew how important was that she felt loved when that first feeling of regret felt after her orgasm. He pressed her against his chest, his mouth near her right ear telling her soothing words. "I love you, Margarita, my sweetheart, my beautiful angel." She felt that feeling of regret and shame, but surprisingly she felt secure and loved; she thought had nothing to regret or to be ashamed of, so after a few minutes it was fading out until it disappeared from her mind, then, tenderly she separated from his love and kissed him. "I love you Jim; I never thought it was so wonderful to be loved by a boy, especially by you." He attracted her to his chest and kissed her on the hair caressing it tenderly. "Margarita, you are special, nothing can be compared with you. I love those little freckles, that lovely nose and those marvellous lips." "Only those parts?" She teased him. He then started nibbling again her on the neck, licking and kissing her ears, and then her breasts, her hands...He was mad about her. "I like every single centimetre of you, my beautiful young lady." She looked at him on the eyes softly. "Jim, it seems I know you since a very long time. I don't feel shy or ashamed with you. Do you feel the same about me?" "Yes, I do. I was looking for you since I can remember. I knew that sometime, somewhere I would find my girl, and I have found her." They were again excited, and from the tenderness of their love, they passed to passionate kisses and foodlessness. Jim unbuttoned her blouse and placed his hand on the still childish breasts; he kneaded gently the right one that was erect and hard with excitement. The girl trembled when he touched those sensible parts of her body, never before she had been touched. Jim tenderly left their French kissing and bent, starting licking and sucking her little nipples. Margarita squirmed and moaned in pleasure; she wanted to be an active part, so she slid her left hand down touching the tent formed by Jim's erected cock. Jim wriggled at her touch; Margarita slid her hand under Jim loose pyjama and then under his tight underwear dragging it down and freeing his dick. She was shocked to find such wetness in there, most of it because of his previous orgasm and the precum he was continuously producing. She cupped its head rubbing down the foreskin. Jim moaned loudly at her touch, so she knew he was enjoying her touches. She slid her hand down until she got the boy's ball pack. Jim then took her hand and motioned her to rub his cock up/down. Those touches took him near his climax; he started breathing heavily gasping for air. He thought for a moment that he had to put her at the edge of her pleasure. Jim, without leaving his sucking slid his right hand under her panties and put his palm over the moist cunt, rubbing it up/down. She twisted her body at the new sensations; her body responded with spasms leaving her kisses, her mouth now on Jim's shoulder gasping with loud moans. Instinctively she increased the pace of her strokes to Jim's hard cock. Soon Jim could not resist anymore, he dragged her to his chest, stopped breathing and started to squirt his seed on Margarita's hand that was covering his gland. Jim increased his rubbing on the girl's slippery vagina, especially touching her clitoris, she reached her peak at the same time; however, it was much more intense than the previous one, she could not resist it and bitted him on the shoulder. Jim screamed in a mix of pain and pleasure. He dragged her tightly and their breaths compassed. They remained quiet for a few minutes involved in the bliss of their mutual love and thoughts. Jim then, tenderly, separated her and started kissing her forehead, her eyes, her freckles and finally her lips. In a whisper, she said: "Please, don't stop, darling." He continued pecking her around the face. After some moments, Jim suggested. "I think we must get rid of our mess." She still had her hand around the now limp cock, she smiled. "It seems your... thing wants to rest." "Yes. But it doesn't sleep for a long time. You'll be surprised how active it is." She grinned and extracted her hand impregnated with her boy's juices. As soon as her hand appeared, Jim licked and sucked her fingers, she was amused and surprised. "Isn't that gross?" "Oh no, it is my fluid and your hand, I love both." "How does it taste?" "Well not bad, different from anything." He looked at her and asked: "Do you want to try?" "Why not, it is yours and I love anything from you." He grinned." She slurped one of her fingers and grimaced. "Not bad, a little salty and rare." She returned the kiss still with the flavour of his semen on her lips. "We better clean ourselves and get rid of our dirty clothes." She smiled as Jim stood and went into the bathroom. He undressed and had a quick shower. She wanted to be with him in there naked and start again their love play; however, she understood things should go gradually. When he returned, she also cleaned and soon they were again sat down on the sofa. He knew he would not be able to resist a new invitation and probably on the bed, so he stood up saying: "I think we must sleep." She gripped his hand and hugged him. "Jim, you can sleep in my bed with me, if you want it." He stared on her eyes and kissed them. "Margarita, I would love it but we are very young and sometimes it is very difficult to control ourselves." She understood and mentally thanked him for his efforts not going too far. She knew would not be able to resist in the bed with him without going too far; she could regret it later on. "I love you every moment more, Jim. I know how hard must be for you as it is for me, but I want you to know that I'll never reject you on anything. I have hundreds of questions to make you, but I guess we'll have time enough during the next days. "I know that, my sweetheart. I like too much your eyes, your nose, your beautiful freckles..." He was kissing her after every word until they locked their lips again. Soon he felt his dick hard and she noted it now that he had not any underwear to conceal it. "Your better go, otherwise we won't stop." "You are right, darling. Have happy dreams." They pressed their bodies against each other and he left thru Charlie' doors; the little boy was hard asleep and did not notice their presence. They kissed again as he opened his door. He watched Francis on the bed reading a book. When she was returning to her room the phone rang, all three went outside and Francis took the receiver. "It is your call. Jim started speaking in Spanish and Margarita could see her adored boy's blurred eyes as he spoke. She hugged him tenderly from behind reassuring him, they tried to leave him alone but Jim placed his left arm around her waist and retained her, motioning Francis to stay with them. He talked with his parents and with the rest of the family, though after some time a bump formed in his throat and he had to cut off the line with some excuses. Then they returned to their respective rooms. Jim approached the bed, undressed, and stark naked, as usual, jumped onto the bed near his friend. Francis left the book on the nightstand and smiled at his friend; both were facing each other on their elbows. Jim dragged his friend's face and kissed him softly on the lips. "Francis, I'll never thank you enough for bringing me to your home, at this moment, probably I'm one of the happiest boys in the world." "I'm sure you are. Did you both have a good time?" "Yes, we had." "It has taken near two hours and... did you f..." Jim put his finger on his friend's lips, preventing him to pronounce the word. "Francis, please, never use that word with her; you are my lover, my friend and my brother, I don't love you less than I love her, however, in a different way. We can use that word for a whore or an occasional girl, but not with Margarita, she is above everything, in a different stage and cannot be compared, nevertheless, you know I don't have any secret with you, so my answer is NO. We enjoyed two lovely moments but she is new on it and I must take all the necessary actions so she learns and enjoys rather than hates it, as many women do. That was advice from my dad and he knows a lot about it." "Jim, you will never guess how happy I am hearing from you. My sister is half of my life and I'm sure, with the time, I'll sit your children on my lap. She is very special and has the strength that I lack. She is similar to our mother. She'll worship you if you continue being as you have been up today and I have no doubt you will. However, if you betray her, she would become herself into a tigress." Jim smiled and hugged his friend. "I know that. I'm very much the same as she is. I suppose you are missing something." Francis smirked at his friend. "Yes, you know it but perhaps you are a little tired to..." Jim jumped on top of his friend and started stroking Francis´ hard cock; soon he could not stop his need and his dick spurted his small load of semen between both bodies. Jim them turned into a 69 position and the two lovers sucked each other, as many times had done before. Soon they reached the point of no return with a sweet release. They cuddled into each other arms and drifted to sleep. The following day, 1st of January 1963, was an unusually bright day, chilly but the sun shone brightly. Jim got up for a pee and he looked at his new watch, it was nearly 10:00 am. He opened Charlie door and could contemplate the beautiful angel, apparently asleep; he bent over and kissed him on the silky blond hair; the little devil grinned and extending his arms dragged Jim to him and kissed him on the cheeks. "Good morning brother, Happy New Year! "The same to you." The boy snuggled himself and continued sleeping. Jim opened the door communicating with Margarita's room and entering he closed it behind. He was wearing only his pyjama's trousers and underwear, so he was bare-chested. He started watching that beautiful head with all her straw hair scrambled over the pillow. He lay near her on his right elbow and started stroking her hair softly; then he could not help and kissed her on the forehead. She had felt his presence but did not move when felt his tender lips on her, she extended her arms dragged him to his face kissing him on the lips. "You little imp did not sleep." He returned the caresses; she then stroked his bared chest enjoying the touch. "Your chest is cold, come in under the cover." He doubted but she insisted. "Please, and take rid of your trousers." He wide opened his eyes. "Margarita, are you sure?" "Yes, I am. Come on, I don't want you to get a cold." He did not doubt a second, and getting rid of his trousers went under the warm covers, snuggling up against Margarita. He looked into those blue skies and kissed her passionately. She, in a move, opened her upper part of her pyjama giving Jim access to her body, except her private that was covered with her panties. Jim could not resist the proximity, his dick was hard as a rock; he felt her hand on it as he started licking and sucking her little breasts. She moaned in pleasure as he continued fondling and licking her chest. Instinctively, she took her boy's dick and placed it on her vagina, only separated by the fine silk fabric. Jim pushed and Margarita groaned loudly and raised her hips. A couple of minutes later both reached their high climax. Margarita felt Jim's warm little load on her. They were gasping heavily, their young faces pink with excitement and the warmth of their bodies. They kissed tenderly several times until recovered the normal breath. They remained quiet, enjoying the bliss after their orgasms; after a few minutes Jim said: "We must be very careful, my angel, I don't want to break my vow." She watched her boy and pecked him. "I love you, Jim, I would like..." He interrupted her because he knew what she was intended to say. "Yes, you would like to have breakfast. I must get up and get it ready for you." She smiled at him because she knew Jim was aware this was not what she wanted, however, she thought it was not a good idea to force him. They would have time. Jim prepared breakfast in the kitchen and woke up all the other three. "It is almost 11:00, lazy people. Come on, it is a lovely and sunny day!" Charlie jumped up from the bed imitated by Francis and Margarita; everyone went for a quick shower. They made their beds and fully dressed enjoyed the breakfast. "What kind of butter did you put on my toast, brother?" Charlie asked. "It is not butter or marmalade, but fine virgin olive oil and honey." "It is wonderful; I'll tell it to my grandpa." "Why not your stepmother? Francis asked: "She is my dad's wife, not any sort of my mother." They looked one another and one by one kissed and hugged the little boy, reassuring him, they would protect and love him. They finished breakfast, cleaned the dishes and went out to the annexe to pick their bikes up. They met Mrs Moirés and her husband and they gladly greeted her. Margarita told her where they were going and that would return for lunchtime. They rode the deserted road to the village and then turned on the right to the beach. It was chilly and went thru meadows, spotting some lazy cattle pasturing. The sea was in calm and inviting to walk or lie in the dunes. Charlie started running, playing and wrestling with his brother. Francis let him win, except on a moment he pinned him down on the yellow sand and looking at his brother beautiful face, he felt a wave of love and need to protect his little brother. He hugged him very tight to his chest. "Charlie, I love you and I want you to know that we'll always be with you when you need us. Please don't ever hesitate to ask for our help and never forget this." The beautiful boy looked at his brother's eyes as two tears came out from his. "I know it, brother. I never felt so loved, protected and cared since mom's passed away. It is hard to return. I would like to be with you all the time." They hugged again, the boy then continued: "Next summer I'll tell my dad to bring me here because I want to be near Jim. He loves Margarita, doesn't he?" "Yes he does a lot, I believe. Now let's run again." They started running and playing, however, as they might get wet, got rid of their shoes, socks and trousers, being only on their underwear and resumed their play. Margarita and Jim were lying on the grass smiling watching them. Jim was to imitate them but Margarita retained him and kissed him on the lips: "Jim, I want to resume this morning's conversation." Jim looked at his loved girl on the eyes and kissed her freckles. "Yes..." She got serious and said bluntly. "Jim, I love you and I would like to consummate our love." As Jim was to answer her, she placed her finger on his lips and continued: "I know your objections, we are very young and an accident may happen." "My beautiful blonde, for me, there is nothing more important than to please you and that is my maximum goal; nevertheless, you are asking me something impossible right now." "Why, Jim? Don't you love me enough?" He trembled and his voice sounded husky. "There is, and never will be anybody to whom I love as I love you, and because of that, I can't do it. You aren't an occasional girl or... You are the future mother of our children. For me, you are millions of times more precious than your tiara, and as a beautiful jewel, I must keep you safe." When she heard him referring her as the mother of their children, she could not help and kissed tenderly him. "I know your reasons, Jim, but I have others. I want you to be the first and teach me. I want both of us to become like one body and one soul. I don't want to leave it for a later time. We never know what can happen to one of us, an accident...I don't know." He hugged her again and retained her against his chest. "Please, please, never speak like that because nothing will happen to us. We'll live for a long time and we'll see our children growing up and, even, have grandchildren as beautiful as Charlie is, lovely blond Norman children with your freckles." They pressed each other bodies as she laid her head on the boy's shoulder, their hands entwined. Then Margarita said: "I want a black-haired one with your beautiful unblemished white Latin skin." They smiled happily. "But I want to start soon and enjoy our youth. My mother wasn't happy and when she was planning to reunite our family with my brother, she was killed. Sure did not take into consideration that possibility." "Margarita, that was an accident. On the other hand, I cannot betray the confidence that your father has placed on me. What kind of person would he think am I? Furthermore, I have dreamed a lot with that moment, you and me together doing it for the first time. It must be in a nice and especially quiet place where you cannot expect someone knocking on the door. It must be a gentle, loving and long night to enjoy. It will be our first real love night that we'll remember during our lives, don't you realise that?" She did not want to argue, at least things were clarifying and she knew what to do. She said nothing, kissed him tenderly. "I love you, Jim, with all my heart. Let's join my brothers." Chapter 28 -------------- They ran and played with them. As Jim started playing with Charlie, Francis approached his dear sister; placed his arm around her waist and she did the same to him, as they always did since they could remember. "You don't look very happy, sister. Anything...? She referred him her conversation with Jim. "He has strong principles, sister; you should be proud of that." "You well know I'm very proud of him and I'll never change an instant with him for all the gold of the world, even if he doesn't want it, I will accept it and wait; however, brother, life is very short and I want to enjoy every minute of it near him. Please Françoise, help me. It is not a caprice; I love him too much." Francis watched his sister's blurred eyes as two tears dribbled down her smooth cheeks; he could not help but love his half-life. "I'll see what I can do, sister." "Thanks, brother." She called him "brother", she rarely did this. The boys dressed and rode back home. On their way back, Margarita joined Charlie, and Francis rode near Jim. He was thinking about their conversation and he wanted his best friend to know about it and have his advice. "Francis, I want to talk to you, it is a serious matter." Francis appeared as surprised. "Is it anything wrong with your family, Jim?" "Oh no; I suppose they continue to be well. It is something about Margarita and me." "You are getting me scared. What's up?" Jim without looking at him said: "I'll tell you after lunch. It is not the moment now." "Alright, I'll see the moment when no one can interrupt us." "Thank you, Francis." Francis' dad and Uncle Carl got up late, so they missed breakfast and altogether had lunch. Margarita looked a little bit sad, nevertheless, she responded when Jim pressed her hand under the table. Charlie and Margarita went upstairs, Francis and Jim into the library while his father had a cup of coffee. They sat down on the leather sofa facing Francis' mother oil painting. "Well Jim, what's the problem." Jim did not know how to start speaking to his best friend. "Francis, Margarita and I have had a conversation and her..." Francis looked surprised because he thought his sister had not told him all the truth. "Did you have any hard time?" "Oh no, you know we love each other a lot, and this is where the big problem lies." Francis smiled because he watched his friend doubting and embarrassed for the first time. "I can't see any problem in the fact that you love one another, even my dad has approved your relationship." "That's part of the problem. She... she... asked me to consummate our love right now, you know, to become a wife and husband and..." Francis sighed. "I still can't see the problem, Jim, my brother." Jim near shouted when he said: "Don't you see any problem? She is your sister!" Francis smiled again. He placed his arm on his friend shoulders and tenderly said: "Jim, I can't see any problem because you are who you are. I would be very worried if it was another person, but I know positively you love her and she loves you, so it is reduced to start enjoying your relationship with some time in advance, that's all; most boys do without loving each other." "Francis, that's animal behaviour. And what's about your dad? I gave him my promise to look after her; and what am I going to do? I'll betray his confidence on me!" "Jim, you have not broken your promise because I'm sure you will take care of her. On the other hand, probably my dad is assuming you have had already intercourse together." "Francis, I don't know you!" Jim looked astonished; however, Francis placed his hand on Jim's and slowly said: "Look, Jim, take it easy. My dad is not common; he had a sexual relationship with Uncle Carl since they were 11 y/o. They have enjoyed their company and their lives together. They are very happy and I believe we should enjoy ours every minute, whenever we are free and not forced by anyone. Youth is a blessing time and we have to make the best of it." The boy thought about his best's friend words, and after a few minutes of silence he said: "Well... perhaps he is right. But what she is asking me is not a problem of one or two hours, as we did with the twins. I have been well trained by my dad, but even that, I'm inexperienced and may hurt her. I had planned to spend that in a quiet and nice place where no one can disturb us, as we did in Paris. I don't want anyone knocking on our door when... you know." "That's not any problem, Jim. We can go to Paris if that is your concern, yet, I would suggest you ask her about it; but please, relax and accept this as it is." Jim looked into his friend's beautiful blue eyes. "Francis, I love Margarita with all my heart, if you think we are right doing it I'll be the happiest person in the world, however, still I'm concerned. If we start making love it will be very difficult to stop us and that implies a problem, she may get pregnant too early." "You are right, Jim, but that should be assumed by her, she knows a lot about that problem, believe me, she is not naïve despite being in a nuns' school. Mrs Moirés has been as a mother for us since my mom left us, especially for her; she has lived in difficult times and knows life better than we do. She wouldn't encourage her to do it, but I'm sure she wouldn't oppose it." Jim looked again into his friend and lover's eyes and hugged him very tightly. Jim surrendered before his friend's words. "I'll do whatever she likes. My problem is I can't deny her anything. Please help us, brother, will you?" "Yes, I will. Now go to her room and kiss her. You need it." Jim then hugged his friend gently." "Don't worry; I have enough love for you and her." "I count on it." Jim jumped and ran to his room. He opened Charlie' door and could see him engulfed in a play with many toys, he ruffled the little blond boy hair and he hugged Jim back tenderly. He opened the other door and silently entered in Margarita's room, closing the door behind. She was on the bed lying on her belly with her blond hair spread on the pillow. She was wearing a red pullover and Scottish skirt that covered her legs down to her rounded and childish calves. Jim was tempted to rub those smooth legs; he could observe the little spasms on her body as she was sobbing. He kneeled beside her on the bed and started tenderly kissing on her freckles under her right eye; she turned her lovely oval face and looked into her boy's deep black eyes. Before she could say anything and without knowing Jim's decision, she extended her arms to him and dragged his face to her. "Why do I love you so much, my sweet boy?" "Only for one reason, my heart is entirely yours. I'm the most fortunate boy of the world; but the silliest ass, too. I don't know why I did not realise how much we love each other and this love needs a confirmation that I'm ready to provide you if you want it." She was dumbfounded; she could not believe what she was hearing. "Are you sure, my boy?" "Yes, mom petit Coeur." That was the first time he called her the name her mother used to do to her children. "Jim I love you." She dragged him to her, kissed, and kissed him around her smooth face. "Francis will help us; however I need you to answer me a couple of questions." "Shoot them, my handsome boy." She again pecked him tenderly in all his face, naming then as she was kissing him. "I'm so happy..." He sat on the bed near her and extended his right arm around the girl's shoulders. He looked into her blue eyes tenderly. "Margarita, I have dreamt with that moment many times, but I always thought that we must be in a quiet place and nice surrounding where nobody could disturb us. It must be a night to keep in our memory for the rest of our lives, especially for you." "And not for you?" "Yes, for me too; but you may get hurt." "I'm sure I won't. You are so tender, so lovingly; I can't imagine you hurting me." "Darling, you are a virgin and I must get rid of your virginity. Are you ready to accept it?" "Yes, I am. We are of the same age; we are not disproportioned, therefore it won't be a major problem. There are thousands of young girls, even younger than me, that every year are raped by men, or simply they make intercourse and have not any problem." She took Jim's hands in hers, as she continued: "In what the place is concerned, please look this room, I was born in that bed, and I played with my brother on it when my mother was here. I expect to conceive my first child and bring him or her to life on it." Jim could not wait. He felt a wave of love thru his entire soul and dragged her to his chest, rubbing her hair and hugging her very tightly. "Those are beautiful thoughts, Margarita." When they released their mutual hug she added: "It'll be very quiet and with no one disturbing us. Dad and Uncle Carl are travelling to the US for some business and have advanced their departure to take Charlie with them. The 3rd of January will be our day and our honeymoon will last until the 6th when we return to school." Jim got sad as she named her dad. "What's the matter with you, darling?" "I'm worried about your dad and Uncle Carl. I feel I'll be disloyal to his confidence in me." "Jim, my dad loves me and wants the best for me. If that is your concern, will you be more comfortable if I tell him?" Jim wide opened his eyes in amazement. "Would you dare to do that?" "Why not? He's my father. Wouldn't you do with your dad?" "Well... I guess so but I'm a man and..." "Your have always defended women, are you thinking now otherwise?" "Of course not; but you have to agree with me this isn't normal in our society." "You are right, but thanks god my family isn't a normal one." They laughed. At that moment, Charlie entered followed by Francis. All four sat down on the sofa and Francis said: "Well Charlie, we are going to celebrate a wedding and you are going to be the Judge's assistant." The child opened wide his lovely blue eyes astonished." "Wedding...! Judge's assistance...! What are you talking about, brother?" "You must keep it as a family's secret. Margarita and Jim will marry on the morning of your departure's day. I'll act as Judge, so you must wear your best dress as we'll do; however, before that, you must get a few roses from the greenhouse to make a bouquet for the bride." The little boy smiled wickedly. "I like that job as I like you all." He hugged his brothers. "Margarita, will you do me a favour?" "Of course, my little brother. Anything that you may ask me is already granted." "Since you are getting married, sooner or later you will have a baby boy. Am I right?" "I expect so. Why?" Margarita said. "I don't mind the time, but when that happens I'll be his godfather and he must be named Charles, like me." "It's decided," Jim said. They all hugged and jumped on the bed happily. Time elapsed very quickly and the 3rd of January arrived. Charlie was happy but he got sad when he realised that this day was a fateful one for him, the day he had to leave his family and return to the US with his other family. He loved his dad and especially his granddad; however, he hated his stepmother. That morning after breakfast, they went to their rooms to get ready. Francis had set out a super-eight film camera, lights, a record-player and a tape-recorder. He asked his father permission to use her mother oil painting as background, he did not say what type of pictures, and however, since it was Charlie's last few hours, he made no objections. Around 11:00 am they were ready. The Mendelssohn nuptial march started to sound and Francis focussed his camera to Charlie' room door. The little boy appeared giving the hand to his sister. He looked like a beautiful prince who had come from a fairy-tale. He had chosen his brother's dress used in a theatre school play. Francis loved that dress; it represented St. Jacques' Middle Age Military Knight. It was white with a large red cross on the chest, golden epaulettes on the shoulders and a gold cordon from his left shoulder to his chest. Margarita surprised everybody, she appeared dressed in a beautiful white embroidered long dress; it contracted against her blond long hair and blue eyes. She also was wearing the family tiara parting her lovely yellow hair, which freely cascaded on her shoulders. On her hand, she was carrying a little bouquet of 5 roses cut by Charlie that morning, three yellow and two dark- red; she looked right as a fairy-lady; Jim sighed at the magnificent view. He was wearing the same dress he did on the New Year's Eve. Jim felt the need to advance and kiss her right there. Francis was dressed in black smoking. Charlie smiled satisfied as he entered into the room, nevertheless, he did not expect his mom's painting presiding the event. He sighed. He then placed his sister hand on Jim's that smiled at him. Francis fixed the camera that was on a tripod and went into the scene slowing the music; he then said: "We are reunited here, in front of our mother, to marry Margarita and Jim. I am assisted by my little brother Charles Peter Lambert as the principal witness." Charlie smiled and could not resist the temptation to kiss his brother. "Let's continue. Margarita and Jim, Jim and Margarita, have you come freely without any objection of anyone obliging you, to this act?" "Yes, we have." They answered at unison. "Do you love one another?" They stared into each other eyes, pressed their hands, and very loudly said: "Yes, we do." "James Martinez, from Spain, I am Françoise Lambert, your friend, acting as the older Judge: Do you accept Margarita Lambert, from Normandy, as you wife as long as you live, caring your children, loving them as we have been loved?" "Yes, I do, with all my heart." Then Charlie said: "Margarita Lambert, from Normandy, I am your brother Charles Peter Lambert, acting as the younger Judge and special witness: do you accept James Martinez from Spain, as your husband as long as you live, caring your children, loving them as we have been loved by our mother?" This added word blurred the girl's beautiful eyes and hugged her little brother tightly saying: "Yes, I do with all my heart and soul." Then Francis said: "Please Charlie, the rings:" Jim and Margarita looked at each other astonished. Francis added: "Sorry they are silver ones, we had no more money, I borrowed from Charlie that at the same time he borrowed from Uncle Carl; we gave all of our savings for the Spanish children." Charlie searched into his pocket and gave them the rings. "Now Margarita and Jim, Jim and Margarita; once you have crossed your rings and promised eternal love..." Then Charlie continued: "We, like Judges and your brothers, we declare you wife and husband, husband and wife for the rest of your lives. Moreover, we also accept the compromise to look after you and your children even your grandchildren, if it is necessary, for our lives." "The same we will with yours." The couple said at unison. "Congratulations!!! You can kiss the bride, Jim." They kissed gently in a long kiss. Then Francis kissed Jim and Margarita. Charlie jumped on their arms and both kissed and hugged him many times. Those moments were the expression of effusion and deep affection. In that instant a voice came from downstairs from their father: "Boys and girl, let's have lunch; we are leaving in one hour after we finish. Please get ready." They continued kissing and hugging for a few minutes; nevertheless, did not want their father to call them again. They undressed and change into casual clothes. Charlie neatly folded his dress and put it into his little suitcase to carry to the US. "I'll tell my dad this will be my dress for my first holy communion next May." They had lunch and half an hour later boarded a taxi and the house's large car driven by Bernard, their chauffeur. Margarita asked her dad to share the taxi with him, she needed to talk to him; the boys and uncle Carl travelled in the large car. When they were ready to depart, Charlie ran into the house and entering the kitchen he jumped into Mrs Moirés arms to say goodbye. She kissed him as few tears appeared in her old eyes. "You couldn't resemble more to your mom, darling. When I see any of you it presents your mother in front of me." "Did you love her, Mom Moirés?" "Yes, son. I loved her very much as I love you all three." She hugged the little boy. "Now be a good boy, your brothers are waiting for you." "Goodbye, Mom Moirés." "Goodbye, my little child." Charlie ran outside, entering the large car's rear seat, between his brother and Jim; starting the two hours drive to Paris Airport. Margarita sat near her dad in silence watching her homeland as it was passing by. After fifteen minutes, she stared at her father that tenderly was looking at his loved daughter. She extended her arms and hugged him. Without any inhibition, she sat on his lap and kissed him. She had not had any problem during her short life of staying naked in front of her father. Since their mother deserted them, he looked after his children, bathed and snuggled them every night, even shared the brothers' pray when they were little, always including their mother in them. She separated from her father and looked at him. He was a middle-aged man, light brown hair that was blond when he was a child, elegantly and neatly dressed. He was a real handsome man, she thought, it was not strange that her mom fell in love with him despite knowing she would never have corresponded. "Dad, you are a very handsome man and I'm very proud of having you as my father; I think I could not have anyone better than you." The man smiled and caressed his daughter's long yellow locks from her lovely face. "Margarita, I'm even prouder than you of my three children, I only hope that, when you have your children, they say you what I'm hearing now; that's enough to fulfil all my expectations and compensate my efforts and sacrifices. My only goal thru my whole life has been to make happy my children and that will continue until I disappear. "Thanks, Dad, we love you more than any other child could love their parents." She hugged her dad again and remained for a few minutes with her head on his chest; as she used to do when she was a little girl. Then she separated from him and staring into his blue eyes she said: "Dad, I have something serious to ask or explain you." He kept silence giving the girl time to order her thoughts. "Dad, you know I love Jim, so this has implied many new things for me, especially... in sex." He glanced into his daughter's eyes looking for confirmation about what he had feared during the last few days. "Dad, with the help of my brother, I have seduced Jim." "Seduced, about what, Margarita?" "Well... I asked him to consummate our love." "You mean to have full intercourse?" "Yes. However, he bluntly refused when I proposed it the first time. He said that it would have been wonderful and he was looking forward to the day we marry to do it, but now he loved me too much to carry on with my proposal, and besides that, he had given his word to you and will never break it. I expressed many arguments but he rejected the idea, saying that I was not an occasional girl for him and he expected me to be his children's mother someday. When he said that, I could not insist as a bump formed in my throat. He hugged me and we kissed with many tears. I love him too much, dad, and I know he worships me; he is so honest..." "Yes, he is a good boy; anyone in his circumstances wouldn't have doubted a minute, that's the greatness of his soul, unfortunately, there are not many like him, probably his youth helps in this. But you said you seduced him!" "Yes. I requested Françoise's help. He had a long talk with him; I don't know what he explained to him, but I suppose he exposed that life is very short and an accident or something could end with our lives, as it happened to my mother, and he believed you would approve it. In summary, he reluctantly accepted. This morning we have celebrated our wedding where we have promised eternal love to each other. It has been so beautiful and we were so happy... Charlie and Françoise acted as witnesses and Judges." She smiled as she continued: "Charlie said that our first son will be his godson and must be named Charles." The man hugged his daughter very tight and said: "I understand Jim. You haven't been very fair to him. He has his principles, most of them based on the love he professes you, he probably has thought he may lose you if he doesn't accept your proposal." "Dad, he's sure of my love, when I realised what we have done, I told him I will never break our love, even if he does not accept it. I was in tear because I regretted my abuse to break his will." The girl started sobbing. The man patted his daughter. "I, I, I want you to tell him that you agree, otherwise I'll feel miserable; however, I won't do that if you don't want to, dad. I'll give him some excuses to postpone our project. I know my heart would bleed, but I'm ready to accept it." "Margarita, that's over now. Forget what you have done and look ahead. You have matured too soon, especially in your heart; however, that could imply some physical problems, do you realise that?" "Yes, dad. I had that in my mind, but he is as younger as I am, we are proportionally equal. On the other hand, there are thousands of girls every year are raped or had intercourse with men without any problems. I don't think we would have any." "I know you have thought about everything; nevertheless, I'll call Dr Janet in case you need him." Margarita looked at her dad with love. "Dad, do you approve it?" He smiled at his daughter. "Yes I do... but do you think I have any other alternative?" I prefer you to do it now with Jim, to whom I know and appreciate that later with someone I don't know. In any case, I'm a lucky man. He thought. Then added: "Nevertheless, you must promise me, to tell the truth, if something wrong happens." His daughter guessed his thoughts. "Dad, I'll never do it with another person except with Jim." The man grinned; he knew life was not as simple as his clever daughter thought, however, why not gives a chance to their young hearts? Perhaps he might be wrong, why not they enjoy their lives; in fact, he did with Carl since they were 11 y/o. "My daughter, life will teach you, though I'm betting for your start as I did, women are not the same as men. You and Jim must be careful about pregnancy; now you are under treatment to adjust your menstruation, so you don't need to care about. When I return we'll talk about the future. "Don't worry dad, we'll give you a grandchild in due course." They hugged and she remained in his dad's lap until they were almost approaching the airport. Chapter 29 --------------- Charlie sat between Jim and Francis asking him for every detail regarding the countryside and towns they were crossing; soon he was tired. As the seat was large, he lay on his tummy resting his head and chest on his brother's lap, his crotch and upper legs on the seat and his legs on Jim's lap. With his feet, he got rid of his shoes. Francis started rubbing his brother smooth right cheek, pecking him and enjoying the silky touch of his curly blond hair; that was the only difference between the brothers, Francis and Margarita had lank hair. Charlie liked being dressed in the French fashion, so he was wearing cotton short underwear, not boxers, white shirt, woollen pullover, short trousers down to a few centimetres over his knees and thick woollen socks, so his knees and back knees were exposed. Jim was thinking about Margarita and he instinctively dragged the little boy socks down to his ankles; he saw those rounded, smooth and beautiful calves, starting to rub them up and down. The little boy felt it so good that he spurred as a little kitten, closing his eyes. Jim continued massaging the boy's calves, and then back knees kissing them from time to time. His hand slid under the boy trousers squeezing his thighs until he reached his underwear. Jim found his little dick was hard inside his pants, he felt embarrassed but the little boy was enjoying his touches, so he continued. Due to the car's movements and the caresses he was receiving, Charlie' weenie got very hard; he slid his left hand under his belly, palm up, and started thumping the seat; first, slowly but as his lust was rising he increased the pace fucking his hand palm. Jim looked at Francis and both smiled, so he continued stimulating the little boy rubbing his legs. Engulfed in his pleasure the blond boy increased the pace of his throbs to the seat; after 15 minutes he was mad fucking his hand, soon he reached the point of no return. He was moaning and gasping, noises muffled by the car roar. His little beautiful face was red as he reached his dry orgasm, stopped breathing and then he collapsed on the seat exhausted with a smile on his face. A few minutes later, Jim dragged his socks up as the little imp turned around facing his brother. Francis grinned at him. "Was it good, brother?" He looked at him, extended his little arms to both and kissed them. With a slow voice that the driver could not hear, he said: "It has been very good, as good as when I fucked the girls at home." "Be careful not to do it when you are in the US and someone is around." "I hate them all, except for my dad and grandpa." Francis then said: "They are your family, too." "Not that fucking bitch witch." "Charlie!" Francis said reprimanding the little boy for the strong words. "Where did you learn those words?" "I'm sorry, brother." The boy apologised. "I know they are gross words that I heard a boy saying in the park." The little boy started silently sobbing as he continued: "She is a real witch; I did not like her right from the beginning, she hated mom and now hates me. When they returned from their honeymoon, I was very happy to see my dad, I kissed him many times but then he said I should also kiss my new mother. I said she was not my mom, she was his wife and I would not kiss her. She hated me since that moment even more. Two years ago, while we were having breakfast, she tried to offend Normans, I argued that Norman troops defeated English's on 1066 in the Battle of Hastings; as she is an English descendant, she called me a bastard and I, in return, called her fucking witch. She stroked me on the face and I bled; I ran to the school and in the way, I cleaned the blood, however, teachers asked me about my broken lip, I did not say she had caused it, so they sent me to the school's infirmary; the MD said it wasn't grave since it was inside, so he took note about it. When I finished school I went to my grandpa's home, my lower lip was inflamed. He was very upset, he immediately phoned to the school, but they reported I came already injured in the morning. He tried to get the truth from me but I resisted. I cannot cheat him when he looks into my eyes, as he did so, I told him what had happened in the morning. He was very upset, so he phoned home and told the witch many gross words; I heard them from my room. My dad came and called me, I started crying and told him I would apology her if necessary, but I wouldn't return. He did not force me, I returned to my room, but I left the door ajar to hear what they said. My grandpa was very brave, he told dad that I will never return; my dad argued he was my father, then my grandpa threatened him he would phone to France. I don't know why, but my dad stammered saying it was okay. I have never returned home and kiss the witch." Jim and Francis smiled. "Charlie, I know why your dad didn't insist. I shouldn't tell you, but you are my brother and we have not secrets. He opened wide his lovely blue eyes. "How could you know...?" "When you were born mom still was Mrs Lambert, so she registered you in the US and in the French Consulate with that name, so you are also registered in Cherbourg, not far from our home; that means you also are a French citizen. She had planned to change it when she married your dad, however, she couldn't. Your dad loved you and he wanted you as his real son, however, he had not any proof of him being your real father, that's called 'paternity'. Moreover, when we went to the Judge, after mom's funeral, our resemblance was so evident that the Judge assumed we had the same father and mother. Your dad insisted and papa Charles saw that he and your grandpa were suffering, so they reached an agreement: you would stay with him, but during holidays we would be together, once you have eighteen you should decide on your status." "What do you mean with my status?" "Well, it means your situation. When you reach that age, you must decide whether you want to keep your current surname, a mixed one or take that of your dad's. Nevertheless, the Judge stressed and warned clearly to him, that mistreatment to you by himself or his future wife would automatically mean your return to your own family, us." " I did not know that. I could blackmail my dad, but I love him and I would never do that, let alone to my grandpa; here the only problem is the witch, and now it is solved." "Yes, we love you, brother, but after all, they are also your family and love you, too." The boy stood and hugged his brother tightly. A few minutes later, they arrived at the airport international terminal. After Charles checked in, they all went to the cafeteria and had something to drink. Half an hour later, the loudspeakers announced their flight departure. To say goodbye was very hard, with many tears on both sides. Carl took the boy's hand and proceeded to the gate. Charles hugged his son and his daughter; then hugged Jim and in a low voice he said: "Jim, please, take care of her and be tender." Jim, at those moments, did not realise what Charles was referring to, as he automatically said: "Don't worry sir, I'll look after her." However, as he separated from the man he understood his words and deeply blushed embarrassed, bending his head ashamed. "Sorry sir, I...I..." The man stared at him, and raising his chin, added: "Don't worry, son. Do your best..." Without waiting for Jim's answer, he went into the accessing passage. All three went to the terrace, and in a few minutes they watched Charlie walking to the plane, waiving his little hand to his family. The plane took off and they watched as it disappeared in the skies. Jim took Margarita's and Francis' hands and, without pronouncing a single word, boarded the car and all three returned home. Midway between, they stopped for dinner, now more relaxed, starting to speak about the school. They invited their driver and advised him he had to pick them up on the 6th of January after lunch to transport them to their respective schools. It was near 10:00 pm. when they arrived home. They closed the main door and went upstairs. All three knew what was next, so Francis said good nights and entered his room; Margarita and Jim proceeded to hers' and locked the door, then Jim unlocked it again and said: "Come to me darling, we have to do things properly." She joined Jim outside the room, he kissed her on the lips passionately; suddenly he lifted her in his strong arms and entered the room, closing the door with his leg; then he laid her on the bed. She was wearing that nice Scottish skirt, he then said: "Please, turn over on your tummy; I want to enjoy those lovely calves." She did quickly; he took her shoes and socks away and started massaging her rounded childish flesh. As he advanced rubbing her thighs, she moaned excitedly. "Jim, I want to undress you." He stopped and stood in front of her. She started undressing him, giving a kiss for every garment she took off. He could not wait and at the same time, he started undressing her. He took her blouse off and found her lovely little bra. He removed it carefully, and when he saw those little breasts pointing out to him, he slowed down his head and took one in his mouth, starting gently massaging the other one with his hand. At the same time, she opened his fly and dragged down his trousers and underwear to his ankles; Jim stepped out and now they watched each other naked, except Margarita still was keeping her panties. He also removed them and laid her on the bed on her back. They caressed tenderly for about five minutes, then, the passion overtook their young bodies; their saliva mixing and tongues swirling inside their mouths. Margarita felt Jim's cock on her wet pussy and moaned. They had not made love since the previous night, so their young bodies now freely rubbing against each other soon reached a lovely quick orgasm. They had their legs crossed and Margarita felt the warmth of Jim's semen on her belly. When they recovered their breaths, he looked into those beautiful blue eyes and pecked them. "I love you, Margarita. I couldn't wait to start." "Me too, my love." Before he could add anything, she tenderly added: "I told dad all about our marriage, so you don't need to care about." "Sorry my little wife if I was rough with you, but all I wanted was, to be honest to everyone. Your family has been very truthful and good to me, besides, I care you too much to hurt you or them, so you placed me in a difficult situation." "That's what dad said." They kissed again. Jim's cock was very hard and now he thought to put in practice what his dad had taught him. He started licking and sucking her ear lobes; she moaned and contracted her body when she felt his tongue, she could not help but giggle with the ticklish pleasure she felt. She reached Jim's cock and started exploring him, rubbing his chest and back. Jim continued his job, now her neck and chin. He raised her arms and put his tongue inside her armpits, she felt the same sensation than with her ears, he then came down to her beautiful little hard breasts. He put into his mouth her right nipple while he kneaded softly her left one. She squirmed in delight moaning in pleasure; Jim licked her tummy sucking all his previous semen. Margarita wanted badly he continued to her pussy and as he guessed, he scooted down between her legs, she instinctively spread them giving him better access. Her hands were caressing Jim's hair and she was murmuring, "I love you, I love you." Jim had never sucked a pussy, let alone a clitoris; however, he knew that was a very sensitive part of her; he put his lips on the little hard almond and sucked it with care. Margarita screamed with the enjoyment it produced. Jim introduced his tongue inside her vagina and she yelled with the pleasure that ran thru her young body. "Jim, Jim, please, please, fill me with your thing!" She was close to her orgasm, so Jim stopped sucking her vagina, instead, he scooted up and placed his dick at the entrance of her virgin premise. He pushed a little and his dick went smoothly into her, however, it found her untouched hymen and Margarita moaned in pain when he tried to force it; he then continued slowly fucking her, but taking care not to force it. He put again one of her nipples into his mouth, as she began to quiver in delight; Jim thought she was very close to her climax. He then pushed hard his cock into her. He retrieved again and continued fucking her without passing the point. She was now moaning in pleasure and gasping, the previous pain had subsided; Jim noticed Margarita's body spasm and how it got rigid, raising her hips trying to meet his dick, he then pushed again harder. She screamed, but he felt how his cock went all the way inside her. The girl felt the sharp pain mixed with great pleasure that overwhelmed her entire body as she reached the peak of her orgasm. She placed her hands on Jim's back and her legs gripping his butt pushing his cock into her. Jim retrieved a little and went again inside her. He reached his climax and started spurting his small load into his future wife. He felt the lovely warmth of her cave, the softness and delight. As Jim stopped fucking her, the pain disappeared being replaced by a wonderful sensation of being filled with his soul. They were sweating and gasping; Jim slid to his right side but with his dick inside her. He started kissing her softly and tenderly on her face and especially on those freckles he loved so much. She had a beautiful smile of happiness on her childish face. He took her locks away and kissed her again. "I love you, Margarita. I love you very much." She giggled and kissed him back. "I know how tender and careful you have been. I expected more pain; it has not been as many older girls told me in the school as they did it the first time, probably due to their boys did not love them enough nor had enough experience. I wonder if I have bled." Jim then laid her on her back; they looked the towel she had placed underneath and they could observe only a little red spot. "Thanks, my little husband." He looked into her eyes and kissed her again. "I had no experience, only what my dad told me, the rest has been done by Mother Nature. Now it is over and the time to enjoy it." He tenderly caressed her, but now passionately, his dick was hard as a rock again. "Jim... please, please, fuck me, I can't wait." He was surprised to hear that unusual word on her and he smiled. They were much closed to their respective climaxes. He raised himself and went inside her to the hilt in a single thrust. He fucked his little wife hard and desperately. After a while, their bodies stopped breathing and hugged very, very tight; he pushed down his crotch and she did the same up. She screamed so loudly that she thought Francis had heard them. He went to his side, still gasping, and started kissing her; their legs crossed and cuddled in a lovingly embrace. After some minutes of relaxing, Margarita looked at her young husband. "I love you, Jim, you will never realise how much I love you." "I know mi little wife because I do the same to you." They kissed gently remaining in silence in the bliss of their sexual releases, after a few minutes engulfed in their thoughts, Margarita caressed Jim's hair and said: "I would like to have a baby with your eyes and hair. We are fed up of so many blondes; I would prefer a child with black eyes and hair. Jim kissed her gently. "Nevertheless, in Spain on the contrary, we like a lot the blond people; little Francis would pass easily for your brother, he is a beautiful 10 y/o child; in fact, my elder brother has three lovely children, he is very fortunate. Nuria, his eldest daughter, now 12 y/o, is more or less like you are; she's the prettiest girl on the farm and the most clever and independent. I like her. She also has a few freckles on her nose." "Is she blonde?" "Not as much as you are. She has light brown hair, almost blonde and blue eyes, like you." Jim explained the complexity of his family and how he knew his elder brother. "Dad's preferences are for Joan, he is so affectionate to him... He guessed dad was something of his, even before his father told him; he used to run to him whenever he saw dad on the farm. "I would like to have a large family, Jim. I think I'll enjoy knowing yours." "I hope sometime you may have the opportunity to know all of them. Françoise knows my dad and he carried the best impression about him." Staring into his love's eyes, he giggled and asked her: "How many children would you like to have, my sweetheart?" "Three is a good number, but I wouldn't mind rising between three and five." "Are you serious? Children make me mad, but they also cause problems, especially when they grow up." "I know that. In fact, now we are causing problems for our families, but life is like this. If we accept it, problems will minimise." "Life sometimes can be very hard and cruel; I know it by my experience." He related her all their problems in the past and the help from John's father." "A good friend can be even better than a brother." "You can bet for it." He added kissing her tenderly as he continued: "Frankie and John are even more like brothers than friends. I would say even more than that." "What do you mean?" "Yes, they are friends and lovers. Frankie is a pretty boy and John has a crutch on him. On the other hand, Frankie deeply loves his friend, he worships him. John is the kind of boy that doesn't look pretty, but handsome. All girls want to be near him, you wouldn't be sad near him. They are allowed to sleep over alternatively in his home and mine. They also include in their sexual plays little Francis that is very close to them. They were born on the same day with one hour difference." "Does your family know about this relationship and with little Francis?" "Yes, both families know the facts; however, they don't dare to separate them. They are the cleverest boys in the school. Dad has carried out some tests on them to apply for scholarships next May. Dad told me he was amazed by the results; that means they will continue together in a boarding school from next September. I don't think they know about little Francis." Margarita felt how Jim's cock was getting harder as she started moving her crotch. Jim moaned in pleasure, and taking her face between his hands, he kissed her passionately. "I want to lead our play this time. Don't touch yourself." She smiled wickedly. She raised herself and Jim's cock reluctantly left the wonderful and warm cave. More or less she repeated what Jim had made to her before until they reached that beautiful moment of their climaxes. Then Margarita raised herself and dragged the bed covers on them; she slid to her left side, their legs crossed, so Jim's dick remained inside her. A minute later, they were hard asleep. Jim woke up urged by his bladder's pressure; it was close to dawn. After peeing, he watched his beautiful girl and could not help desiring her again. His dick started to grow; he lay behind her taking care not to wake her up, and then pushed his dick between her legs. Margarita near asleep felt the pressure and instinctively raised her left leg, allowing Jim to enter her from behind; he started fucking her delicious body, kissing her back. A few minutes of ecstasies ended again in a common wonderful orgasm. They continued sleeping as they were. The stream of sunlight entering thru the white curtains awaked Margarita up. She watched her adored and handsome boy. Despite the boy's youth, there was not a single gram of fat in his body; she could observe his strong chest muscles formed by the school swimming exercises, but what she loved more, were his long eyelashes now that his eyes were closed in a peaceful sleep. She uncovered him to watch more carefully his dick. It was not erected, however, it remained to point up to the ceiling; she dragged down the foreskin a little, uncovering its purple head and the pee slit. She introduced the tip of her tongue and noticed the salty flavour of his juice still there. As Jim in his dream felt that lovely sensation, his dick started to grow. Margarita loved that piece of boy flesh that had been so tender to her, so she put it into her mouth and started sucking. Jim woke up and looking at his little wife he dragged her to his chest and kissed tenderly, then he turned over on top of her and entered her to the hilt. They moaned in pleasure until their young bodies again reached their mutual orgasms in an explosion of affection. They drifted to sleep again cuddled as a single body and soul. They waked up by soft knocks on the door. Francis entered carrying a large tray with covered plates, a jug of coffee, another with milk, toasts and marmalade. He placed it on the table as he smiled at the couple. "I suppose you need to replace your energies. Come on it is 10:30, you will have time enough for..." Jim and Margarita blushed but he approached his sister and kissed her on the forehead. "Good morning, sister; good morning brother." He hugged Jim tenderly and then left the room thru the little Charlie room's door. Jim had noticed the tent on Francis' pyjama; obviously, he had felt on his nostrils the smell of sex in that room. Jim then said: "I must give a tip to our beautiful waiter." When Jim returned they went to their bathroom to have a good shower; they needed it after that night of sex. Jim set the water temperature and both went under the showerhead. He could not resist the temptation of hugging and kissing his Margarita when he saw her with her wet hair cascading over her beautiful shoulders. Their mouths met and soon his dick was asking for attention but he thought better to leave for later on. They soaped and rinsed each other, got dressed and went downstairs with Francis. She made a phone call and after finishing, gladly approached her brother. "I have good news for you, brother." "What is it? She looked at his brother grinning: "I have invited the twins for a sleepover here." Jim blushed but Francis opened his eyes in disbelief. She then continued: "They are in the village with their grandma." Now she looked at Jim that blushed again. "However, only one will come today. As good twins, the other will come tomorrow. They have to attend their old grandma. I have promised them that we will go to pick her up with our bikes, so get ready both of you." They looked at each other, Jim was a little bit embarrassed. She took Jim by the arm, kissed him and added: "Now my little husband, could you tell me what both of you did to those poor girls that they have accepted immediately?" "Poor?" He argued. "They can be anything, except that." "I want you to tell me what..." He then got serious. "My beautiful little wife, do you want to know the truth?" "Yes. And from now on, even if that hurts us, I think we should always say the truth to each other." "I do agree with you. Francis and I fucked those girls that night, both of them." "You are too rude, darling. You should take care of your words. Why not saying you made love." "Margarita, to make love you must care about that person, if you prefer, I could say intercourse, and nevertheless, the exact word is that. They were occasional girls and we were occasional boys to satisfy our needs and their lust." They spent the rest of their holidays enjoying their short honeymoon, and Francis giving pleasure the twins; these loved their stallion, as they named him. During those long nights, in the bliss after their lovemaking, the near fourteen-year-old couple opened their young hearts to each other. Jim explained to his little wife how he grew to worship his parents, and above all, loving his younger brother. How he discovered he had a half brother and a family. How his father looked after Tomas, who grew when his father was young and they enjoyed their mutual company, hiking and climbing mountains and teaching him everything as he did to himself. Tomas told him how great his dad had been; at those moments, he had envied him, because he did not see his father when he was young, as he would have liked. Also, he told her about the bad starving times and the fight in the streets to survive. Margarita liked those confidences and she told him about her loneliness and the love from his father and Uncle Carl after their mother deserted them. However, that was compensated by her brother's affection and later with Charlie's arrival into their lives. Notwithstanding, the day of departure came. After having lunch, they boarded the car and started their return to their schools. After some days of enjoyment, those were very sad moments. They promised each other their love and not to betray it. When they arrived near Margarita's school, Francis ordered the driver to stop the car, he invited the man to a coffee while the lovers said goodbye to each other. They drove the car curtains and hugged; sobbed in silence and kissed tenderly. "I love you, Margarita." She looked into those beautiful eyes and then with her hands she wiped her boy's tears. "I love you, my husband." They wiped their tears. "I must go; otherwise you'll be late in Orleans." They kissed softly as Francis and the driver were approaching. He understood the girl and boy feelings and felt sorry for them. The car drove half a kilometre and stopped in front of the school's main gate. Surprisingly the twins were waiting for her; one took the suitcase. Margarita kissed his brother and Jim on the cheek as she said: "I love you, be strong, darling." Jim bent his head, so the twins could not see his tears. One of the twins put her arm around Margarita's shoulder and entered the school. The car resumed his long journey to Orleans with the two sad boys in it. Chapter 30 --------------- When they arrived in the school, Jim found a letter from his parents on his nightstand; they explained all about the money and what it had meant for many people in need; especially, after the terrible flu epidemic. John and Frankie included a very long letter explaining him all about the clothes and how beautiful all boys were, the girls envied them, except Nuria that tore the page with Françoise picture. However, sad weeks came in the school, especially for Jim who missed his adorable little wife and the nights they spent together, making plans for their future. Nevertheless, he was a disciplined person and knew he had to respond to the confidence entrusted on him by Charles and Mr Herman. Every Sunday night, while Francis received a call from his dad, he also received one from Margarita. She was a brave girl and encouraged him to face reality. They could have some short holidays or weekend in Paris, but they agreed it might have a boomerang effect, so they discarded the idea and concentrated on their works. Jim's qualifications even increased. He spent many free hours in the School kitchen, helping and learning. When he was there, between foods and saucepans all his sadness disappeared. They could not but to appreciate the boy's strength and dedication, the Chef ended loving Jim as the son he never had. Jim responded in the same way and came very close to his boss. Saturday afternoons were dedicated to the enjoyment with the rascals Christian and Noah, as well as his old friends Patrick and Paul and their pranks. Sometimes Raphael and Noel joined them so they had formed a gang. Noah made them laugh with his imitations and mockeries about everybody, especially, about public persons. The presidential elections took place just a week before Easter and the current President was re-elected for another seven years, however, with not a very large margin. Easter came and everybody left the school for a week. They went to Normandy and Jim and Margarita met. After greeting and hugging everybody, she took Jim's hand and dragged him to her room. When they entered, for a few seconds stared into her boy's eyes and without any word they kissed passionately. She dragged her young husband to the bed and in seconds they were naked starting making passionate love with tears of joy. "I love you, my husband. I have missed you so, so much...! Jim could not say anything he was caressing every part of his young wife. She guided his hard cock into her and made passionate love; their orgasms arrived in one minute; so they continued until a new climax hit their bodies. Now a little bit more relaxed, they started petting each other tenderly. Those moments were their favourite moments. "You will never know how much I have missed you. "I guess because I missed you, too." She then added: "We have something to do, and we cannot forget my brother. Take a shower while I make a phone call." Jim was to ask his girl, but he did not mind, he was only interested in her, tonight and for the whole week that they would be together. Margarita had arranged and invited the twins to spend alternatively some days with them. One arrived in the evening to console Francis. Needn't say he applauded his sister's arrangements. Apparently, the twin would sleep in Margarita's room, but during the night, Jim would get with his wife and the twin with Francis. So that was a memorable Easter for the five of them. Besides, took the chance to celebrate their fourteen birthday, though with a week in advance. Jim made a special dinner and they danced with Uncle Carl at the piano. They rode on the bikes thru the meadows until they reached the seaside; they sat on a hilly dune overlooking the sea; Francis joined them while the twin went to the town to replace her sister in the care of their grandmother and Francis' bed. "Brother, I suppose you had a good time with the twins." Francis smiled slyly. "Yes; we have spent a lovely night; they are as professionals." Margarita blushed as she pressed Jim's hand. He smiled. "I miss Charlie. We are so accustomed to seeing him around here..." Jim said. "Yes, he is a wonderful little boy..." Suddenly Francis' expression hardened as he recalled what the little boy had said about his stepmother. "We must do something for Charlie, even if necessary to threaten his father." Margarita got sad. "Yes, we must talk to dad. We cannot consent on those adults' behaviour about our little brother. I'll talk to dad." Jim then said: "Summer is around the corner; only three months, then he'll be here and all together will go to Spain. I would suggest you not to take any action to this respect, except telling your father. He must know what is going on with Charlie; in any case, he is responsible for the boy's welfare because he is his father." Margarita looked at his brother, then to Jim. "I think you are right, three months is nothing. Do you agree, Françoise? Yes, I do; however, before we return the school we'll talk dad. They did, explaining what the little boy had said to them. Margarita and Francis were very upset and ready to talk to the American authorities. Their father promised to take the initiative before the boy's physical father. Summer came and with it, the end of the school. Firstly, they returned home and from there Francis suggested going to Spain by train. Margarita argued: "It is a long way and I hate trains. You and Jim can go together with light luggage, so you can enjoy the trip." Francis' eyes sparkled. "Don't you mind, sister?" She stared at his boy and answered: "To be honest I would like Jim with me; however, we'll have six weeks in sunny Spain to enjoy." Francis kissed his sister. Separately they shipped the heavy luggage and a couple of days later boarded the train in Cherbourg. The two young boys enjoyed the trip. Jim eagerly wanted to arrive after nine months without seeing his family. Jim and Françoise had announced their arrival day to the city main station, as the train slowed down into the platform they saw the six boys dressed in the new summer clothes that had been sent in Christmas from Paris. Jim's heartbeat hard into his chest as he recognized Manuel and Louis dressed the same, as twins. Besides the rest, little Joan, John and Frankie, his brother and finally the beautiful Francis near his parents, Frank and Margaret. All gathered there and as the train entered, they started waving their hands as Jim's eyes blurred. The boys ran to the wagon as they descended with a backpack on their hands. They wouldn't have recognized each other if had seen alone in a street. "All are so changed and grown... I suppose it is the same to us." Jim thought. He was much taller, a wide chest and long arms of a teenager. His skin was very white compared with those boys; he had not taken real sun in nine months. Françoise descended behind him; he was as tall as Jim was and with the same physical features. Jim with tears hugged and kissed his mother, meantime Frank did the same with Françoise since he was the only one who knew him. Then Jim hugged his dad while Margaret did the same to Françoise on the cheeks. Jim hugged his brother Frankie, John and the beautiful Francis. Little Joan was near but a little bit shy because he did not know what to do; he had not recognized his uncle. Jim looked at him in the eyes, kneeled, and opened his arms for him. Little Joan jumped into his strong chest and Jim raised him. Little Joan said: "I did not recognize you, you are so changed..." He then kissed his uncle on the lips saying: "I like you, Uncle Jim." Jim kissed him and rubbed his back. Then he went to the twins that both at the same time hugged him making a heap. Still, with Joan in his arms, Jim said: "Francis, let me introduce you the rest of my great family." He started from Frankie, but Françoise stopped him, he looked to the other boy near Frankie with a nice tuft on his forehead and an open smile: "You don't need it; you are John." The boy blushed being recognized, he kissed him on the cheeks, and then, looking at the twins he said: "Manuel and Louis, am I right." The twins grinned and kissed him. Then he took little Joan from Frank arms and kissed the little star that was feeling the centre of the scene. Then he looked at the young blond with blue eyes that was near his grandpa: "You must be Francis." Little Francis blushed as Françoise continued: "Jim is right; you look much alike of any boy in Normandy." He hugged the young boy tenderly. Jim then said: "My God! You boys are so changed, so tall, so beautiful..." His mom then hugged again her son. Then little Francis said: "Wait and see the rest on the farm, especially my sister Nuria." Joan then said: "Uncle Jim, she's so beautiful that boys in the school always tell her she is very cool, but you know, she smiles everybody and thanks. She is cool, I can tell you." Jim hugged his father's favourite grandson. "I'm sure she is. She is very popular and not shy at all." Jim placed his arms around his parents' shoulder and started talking about the incidents on the journey and why they did not come by air. They picked the luggage up and boarded the train to the village in platform five. The wagon looked like a school party with so many well-dressed boys. A boy entered in the wagon and after a minute, he approached Jim, they looked each other into the eyes and then hugged very tightly. "Robert! Robert! My friend. You are so changed. How's your grandmother?" "The same you, I am fourteen. I can tell you that I wouldn't have recognized you if I had not seen Frankie and your parents with you." Grandma? Unfortunately, she passed away during the flu epidemic last year." Jim then introduced Françoise to him, however as he did not speak French, Françoise said a few words in Spanish as he did with to the rest of the boys. Jim clarified to Françoise that, since he left for Orleans, most of the boys and girls in the family started learning French with more or less success, the best to speak it in the short time, was Nuria, and even better since she tore out a page from the booklet sent within the clothes package with Françoise's picture. They stopped in the village at Jim's home; except Jim and Françoise, all the boys took their bikes and flew to the farm. Jim and Françoise arrived in their little car a couple of hours later, dressed with the new clothes extracted from Jim's parcel. That was a wonderful evening, all family around them together, however, the most emotional part was when Jim hugged his elder brother and introduced him to Françoise and Nuria, his elder daughter. Françoise looked into her blue eyes, and watching her near blond long plaits to her shoulders, he kissed her on the cheeks. They felt an electrical shock thru their bodies and both blushed. As she told John later, she did not expect so a handsome boy like Françoise, so tall and so muscular. Françoise said more or less the same to Jim. Sometime later, he commented to Jim: "She was very similar to an old picture of my mom when she was thirteen and was in the orphanage. I fell in love and I knew she was the girl of my life." With Mr Hermann's help, Françoise's father had bought a large villa near the seaside, it was one of the best investments he ever did. The large house was placed on top of a small sea cliff, surrounded by a pine trees forest that reached up to the sea. On the bottom, there was a small sandy beach only accessible from the house, since there were large sharp boulders on each side of the beach. Thousands of years ago the sea had built a cave of approximately ten metres high, twenty wide and about fifty depth. In the old times the sea entered the cavern, however, now only in case of rough seas the waves entered half of it; normally the maximum was the entrance of the cave with high tide. The previous owner had built long stairs starting from a terrace in front of the house to the beach. Charles also had bought a large portion of land to the left and right sides of the house, duly fenced to keep privacy. From the terrace in the back of the house, you could see: to the right, the high mountains of a next cape, and the left, after a couple of kilometres, a large white sand beach and the small town. Looking to the south you could only see the blue Mediterranean Sea waters and vessels sailing on it. It was and still is a paradise. Today there are many villas built near the house, but still, this is the only one with direct access to the beach. A week later, after Françoise and Jim's arrival, Charles, Charlie and Margarita arrived. Frankie, his parents, Jim and Françoise went to the city's airport to receive them. After crossing customs and police checkpoint and thru the glass wall, Margarita and Charlie saw the family in the main hall. Margarita excited advised his dad: "Dad, we have seen Françoise and Jim outside. While you pick up the luggage we'll meet them." "Alright, I'll join you as soon as I collect all suitcases." Hand in hand, Charlie and Margarita flew to where the family was waiting for them. They ran; Margarita launched herself into her young husband arms hugging and kissing him passionately on the lips without any inhibition, no mattering whether their parents and public were there. Charlie jumped into his brother's arms with tears on his beautiful eyes. He kissed his little brother and calmed him. "I love you, big bro. I was anxious to see you again." Margarita blushed when she saw the adults and the handsome young boy looking at her. Without waiting for her being introduced, she hugged and kissed tenderly Margaret, Jim's mother. "I am very happy to know you Margaret; you are as beautiful as your son told me." Then addressing to Frank she could see an old man but still very handsome and strong. She hugged and kissed him on the cheeks. "Frank you must feel very proud of having so lovely sons." While she was hugging her future family Charlie separated from his brother: "I suppose this boy is Frankie, am I right." "You are right, Charlie," Frankie said, hugging and kissing the boy on the cheeks, as it is traditional in France and Spain. Margarita touched Frankie on the shoulder, he turned around and Margarita kissed him on the cheeks. "Your brother did not lie when he told me you were the most handsome of the family." Frankie deeply blushed. Charles arrived followed by a porter with the suitcases that he delivered to the driver. After introducing each other, they went to the airport parking. As they were walking, Margarita had his left arm around Jim's hip and was talking to Margaret and Frank that was at her right side: "Tell me, Margaret: What did you do to get so beautiful sons?" Margaret grinned proudly and answered. "I did only two things:" She stared at her husband and continued: "I chose a handsome husband and a lot of love. Mother Nature did the rest." Margarita grinned and kissed on the cheek her future mother in law. Then Charles said: "Frank, I must take your elder son with me to the villa, otherwise, my daughter would kill me, unless she goes with you." "I think you need to rest. I'll see you in my village this afternoon. On the other hand, we must be prepared to share our son with someone to whom he loves. It is Mother Nature's, Charles." Margarita then said: "Dad I want to know the rest of Jim's family. You can have a rest, but as soon as I have a shower I want to go to the village and then to the farm." "Me, too." Charlie said." Françoise ruffled his brother's curly hair and argued: "What about me? "Alright. You can go, but I want you back before nightfall. I'll see you tomorrow then, Frank." Frankie and his parents went to their home and the rest to the villa. As soon as Frankie got into his house, took his bike and flew to the farm spreading the news. All girls, boys and adults were near him listening to how he described Jim's girlfriend and her little brother. "She is beautiful, however..." He stopped for some seconds and glancing at Nuria, he continued: "Nuria is still prettier than Margarita, at least for me." The young blonde blushed and proudly kissed her younger uncle. "Thanks, Frankie, you are very polite." When will they come?" "During the afternoon, I guess, because now it is time for lunch." "In that case, little brother, you stay here with us." Nuria's father said. Then John argued: "Rose, what's about me?" Nuria's mother hugged her youngest brother saying: "You are the prince of this house, little brother, and you know that, don't you?" After lunch and when the sun heat was lessening, a large car appeared at the entry of the main gate and proceeded to the farmhouses. Françoise descended followed by a lovely blond girl a little bit shorter than Jim, with gracious freckles under her eyes. Immediately, a lovely curly blond-haired boy of about 9 y/o and Jim came out from the car. All went to greet Rose, Jim elder brother's wife, mother of Nuria, little Francis and Joan. Boys and girl ran out and John was the first to meet them. Margarita looked at him and said: "I suppose you are John." "You are right. Welcome home, Margarita." She kissed the boy then hugged and kissed little Francis. Little Joan had already arrived and looked at him. "You must be the most precious boy in the world: Joan." Joan did not understand her because he could not speak French, yet he guessed what she was telling him. Margarita then said: "I'm introducing you my little brother Charlie, he is almost nine. Jim translated for her and then Joan said: "The same as I am. Come on Charlie; I'll show you the farm." Charlie clearly understood his new friend as a natural thing he answered in a mix of Spanish and English: "Please, but first I would like to know your mom." Everybody looked at each other astonished, and then Francis asked: "Charlie, where did you learn to speak Spanish?" "Spanish? I don't know. I have many friends in the school from Cuba, Mexico and Puerto Rico, and we always speak like this when we play." And as nothing, he took little Joan's hand and went into his house. Rose saw the little couple coming followed by all the rest. She near kneeled to be at the boys' level; then Joan said: "Charlie, this is my mom. I love her a lot." The little boy looked into the woman's eyes and politely he extended his little arm saying in his Spanish: "How do you do Mrs..." He did not know her surname. Nuria's mom loved her children probably like any other mother; however, she had something that any child immediately detected: love. None of her other sisters, even her mother, had that quality. She, instead of taking the little boy's hand took him in her arms and raised him, kissing his lovely cheeks and hair. "You, my little prince, don't need to use any polite protocol with me. Please treat me as you would do to your mom." Charlie blue eyes blurred and hugged Rose Mary hard and started kissing her. She took him into the house while the rest were astonished and continued the introduction of each other. Rose Mary took Charlie to the sofa and sat him on his lap with Joan on his back. "Please, my little prince, don't cry, that breaks my heart." After a couple of minutes, she tenderly separated him, dried his tears and kissed him again. Françoise approached to Rose Mary. "Rose Mary, our mother used to call us little prince or princess, to Margarita." The older boy and girl were with a blur on their eyes watching their brother." "I understand." Then looking at the little boy she said: "While you are here, I'll be very proud if you call me mom, mom Rose or whatever you like. We all love you, Charlie." "Do you love me?" The boy said in his innocent voice. "Yes, I do. I adore any child, but you are special because you have come from a far country." "Then, can I call you mom?" Little Joan answered for her. "Yes, you can; and since she is our mom we are brothers. Aren't we, Françoise?" "Yes, you are." Charlie hugged Françoise and Joan. "Then brother, please show me the farm." He took little Joan's hand and they ran outside to see the farm and be introduced to the rest of the family. He immediately connected with everybody because he could speak their language while Françoise and Margarita needed Jim or someone as an interpreter. End of Part 5