Date: Mon, 13 Apr 2020 15:54:57 +0000
From: Al Peres <al.peres@hotmail.com>
Subject: Jim and Francis Part 6

			JIM AND FRANCIS
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			      By Al Peres

			         PART 6
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Chapter 31
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The following days were happy ones. Margarita and Nuria became very close
friends. She had little presents for the girls; she had brought the new
fashion swimming suit called "bikini". The girls received the garments
enthusiastically; however, their older mothers were very reluctant to
accept it. They promised to use it just in lonely beaches or other places
where other persons wore them, nevertheless, Rose Mary seemed not to mind
at all about Nuria wearing it.

The plans were that Margarita and Françoise would remain for six weeks,
departing about the middle of August.  Jim would travel two weeks
later. Charlie would only stay three weeks, then Uncle Carl would come and
Charles would go back to France with Charlie that would fly to the US a
week later to meet his father and grandfather.  Those were the plans, but
it cost a lot to carry out with them. Nevertheless, let's continue without
advancing any event.

The seaside was about half an hour riding the bike from the farm. The group
formed by John, Frankie, the twins and little Francis (Nuria's brother)
went near every day to enjoy the little beach. They were near 12 y/o and
responsible boys. Little Joan spent all the time in the villa while Charlie
remained there. They had become inseparable pals. The gang of boys
descended to the small beach, swam and played as pirates on the caves
completely naked, taking advantage of the privacy. It was really fun for
them in that conservative dictatorship.  Most of the times, Françoise
and Jim joined the group also naked; the girls never had the bikini
out. The younger boys looked astonished at Jim and Francis large dicks,
even when they were wrinkled, and the small patch of hair at the base.

One Saturday only Frankie and John came on the bikes, always as inseparable
mates, the sea seemed more a lake than a sea, it was a marvellous summer
day. About mid-morning, Charles said he would go to pay a visit to Mr
Herman to arrange all relating to Jim. When lunch was served, the service
people left, because Françoise told them they would arrange the
dishes. Only the old guard man remained at his house at the entrance of the
villa premises, so they were alone. They had lunch, cleared the dishes and
ordered everything. Margarita then said:

	"We want to show you something, it was very important for Jim and
me, however, you must promise not to tell anybody. It is not very important
for others but it is for us. My dad and Uncle Carl know it, so it is not a
great secret in the family, anyway. We don't want anybody to know it,
except you. Will you promise?" the boys stared at each other, Charlie
grinned and all answered at unison:

	"Yes, we promise." Then Frankie said:

	"We are like brothers and we'll never tell anybody unless you
authorise us." Jim then said:

	"Please Françoise, go ahead. We have nothing to
fear. Françoise entered his room and came with a hard suitcase; he
opened it and extracted a movie sound projector that he had hired in the
town. From a square box, he took a reel full of film. When he had the
equipment ready, he put on the lights and drew down the windows blinds and
shutters. The boys were excited because they thought it might be a porno
film, however, the presence of Joan and Charlie were reason enough to
discard it. Charlie grinned and said something onto Joan's
ear. Françoise then said:

	"Charlie, please put off the lights." As he did, Françoise
started the machine, after a few seconds the music started like in the
cinema; and a title:

"Martinez-Lambert's wedding. 3rd January 1963."

The boys looked at each other with their mouths agape in disbelief. Now the
music changed to the well-known "Nuptial March" from Mendelssohn. The
camera focussed Charlie's room door. The little boy appeared giving his
hand to his sister Margarita.

	"We are reunited..." (It was a repetition of what it is shown under
another chapter.) The End appeared with some added music and an epilogue:

"End of part one. Part two will take place within some years from now with
the official, but not real, wedding.  Until then, be very happy as we
are. Jim & Margarita.

Charlie put on the lights and watched Frankie and John's eyes wide open
with their mouths agape. They were all astonished; well, not all, all who
had not participated in the event. Jim and Margarita kissed tenderly; Jim
and Françoise dicks were tenting their shorts. Margarita now clearly
addressing to Nuria said:

	"Nuria, do you want to celebrate yours." She doubted a moment,
gazed at Francis blushing as she said:

	"I feel now his wife and he is my young husband. We prefer to wait
a few years to celebrate the real and official wedding together. It won't
be too long, I promise." All laughed, and the boys kissed Margarita with
congratulations. John and Frankie dragged Joan and Charlie to the beach,
their dicks dangling almost erected.  Jim and Margarita excused themselves
and left to their room to repeat a passionate love as two young teenagers
can do. Françoise and Nuria were alone, and after packaging the film
machine, they hugged and kissed. Françoise then said:

	"You said you feel like my wife." The young girl looked into her
boy's blue eyes.

	"Yes. I do since I saw your picture in the booklet." The boy
attracted the girl and kissed her long and tenderly; she noticed the boy
excitement and the hardness of his boyhood pressing against her.

	"Let's go to my room." He dragged her into the bedroom and locked
the door. Francis dropped his shorts and his teenager's cock popped out
hard. The girl looked at it excited but remained still, while her eyes
blurred. Francis looked at her and thought she felt embarrassed or
ashamed. He gently hugged her. "I'm a stupid and..." She stopped him
placing his finger on his lips.

	"No, you aren't stupid. You are the most handsome boy in the world
for me and I love you with all my heart. I have been thinking about this
moment from the moment I saw your picture, and nothing would please me more
than to... to... to make love with you; real love." Françoise astonished
looked into her eyes and kissed her softly.

	"I don't understand, Nuria." The boy felt the wet of her tears on
his chest. Please..."

	"I love you Françoise and my heart is bleeding, but I want to be
honest with you right from the beginning. I don't want any shadow between
us." She paused and Francis allowed her to continue. "Last Christmas after
receiving your parcel... I, I, I seduced John. I was thinking about you
because I wanted to have some experience; he was very surprised when I
asked him to do it to me." The girl paused; however, Françoise pressed
her against his bare chest encouraging her to continue. "We, we, we did it,
not totally, but we did it. I'm so ashamed..." Francis tenderly separated
her and kissed her red young lips.

	"Is that all?" Francis asked. She stared astounded to her boy.

	"I betrayed our love! She near exclaimed. Francis kissed her again.

	"No, Nuria. You didn't. First: you were not engaged with
me. Second: In those days I did the same with a twin girl in my house,
while Jim, your uncle, did the same with her sister; at those moments,
despite my sister and he loved each other, they had not declared their
love. And third: we strongly believe the women have the same rights than
men." The girl could not understand.

	"But, but I'm a girl and you are a boy!"

	"You are a human being, as I am, and Frankie, and Joan..." Nuria
looked at her boy tenderly and started taking off her bikini. Françoise
stopped her.

	"Please forget everything. I'll do it myself." Francis threw the
bikini on a chair and dragged the young girl to his bed. In seconds they
were breathing hard as the boy started exploring his girl. He sucked her
earlobes, armpits, the small breasts, and finally, he did with her
clitoris. The girl shouted in delight as she pushed the blond head to her
cunt arching her hips looking for his hard dick. Both had reached the first
orgasm together. He scooted up and pecked her.

	"Please, Francis, continue. Let's confirm our love."

	"I don't want to hurt you, darling."

	"Don't worry my lovely blond. It will only be once." He smiled and
continued caressing her until he thought they were close to their second
climax. Francis pointed his hard cock to her vagina and pushed; it smoothly
went in a few centimetres, but soon he found her barrier expecting him to
destroy. Glamour went thru his mind and body as he found untouched his love
virginity. He pushed hard and the girl moaned in pain, he immediately
retracted but pushed again even harder than before. She near screamed in
pain as tears blurred her beautiful blue eyes. Now, the boy's large dick
entirely entered to the hilt her, starting to spurt his semen. In seconds,
the pain was replaced by a strong orgasm, as she felt full of her boy
manhood. Francis turned over so the girl was on top of him, her plaits on
his chest. After a few minutes of bliss he kissed her cheeks, murmuring:

	"I adore you, my young little wife." She rose and kissed him
tenderly. "It has been fantastic."

	"Thanks, Francis. You have been very tender. I only felt a quick
sharp pain; afterwards, it has been great." They grinned, and soon their
young bodies were engaged in the third orgasm of the many they would reach
for their lives together. Soon they were asleep in a beautiful
siesta. Almost two hours later they woke up as heard Jim and Margarita
opening their door. After cleaning, they joined them; Margarita and Jim
looked at them tenderly.

	"Was it alright? She asked. Nuria blushed but with her eyes
sparkling answered her friend:

	"Yes. It has been marvellous and fantastic. I never thought it
would be so great. I suppose your brother has a lot to do." They smiled and
together proceeded to the beach to meet the boys.

When the movie ended, the four younger boys dashed away to the large
terrace and down the stairs to the little bay. Up from there, they could
see the clear water and the bottom of the sea. It was a beautiful place and
day that invited to swim. John and Frankie with their dick near erected,
quickly walked to the beach. The four jumped into the crystal water and did
what normal children do in such circumstances: played swam during more than
an hour. When they felt were tired came out, dried with the large towels
and lay under the cave protection, so that their heads were in shadow and
their bodies on the sun. John and Frankie could not stop thinking about the
wedding and what they were doing at those moments. Joan and Charlie were
joking and laughing, but the elder boys' dicks were hard as rocks and some
precum coming from the dickheads, they were very hot and needed a release;
then Charlie said:

	"Look, Joan, what a large dick Frankie and John have!" The view
made their little weenies start to grow.  Joan said:

	"Uncle John, can I touch it? It is huge compared with ours." He
doubted because did not want them to believe they were excited to invite to
touch them. Nevertheless, John thought it would be lovely the feeling of
the little hand around his dick.

	"Well... but only once." Charlie then said:

	"Frankie, can I touch you, too?" Frankie did not doubt and said:

	"Alright Charlie, but cannot tell anyone."

	"Okay." Joan that was near John wrapped his dick and stroked it a
couple of times while his left hands started rubbing his little cock.

	"It is hot, John! What is it the water on your dickhead?"

	"It is precum; that is to lube it when I'm rubbing, so it doesn't
get sore, otherwise, I have to spit saliva on it." Charlie did the same to
Frankie and then they returned to their towels. Charlie then said:

	"Joan, let's compared our dicks." He jumped on top of Joan and sat
on his upper legs; he took in his left hand Joan's dick and stroked it a
couple of times, then put them together. The sensations made the little
boys squirm in delight. Excited by the view, John dragged Frankie and his
towel up a few metres into the cave and jumped on top of Frankie as he
opened his arms around him. Their crotches rubbed against each other up and
down; mouths met passionately and their tongues swirled inside. They were
very hot, so a couple of minutes later were moaning and gasping, their
bodies tensed and groans came from their throats as they reached their dry
orgasms.

The little boys Joan and Charlie watched them amused as they imitated the
older boys rubbing their little weenies and their lips glued as in the
movies in an unfinished kiss, enjoying the new sensations, at least for
Joan with their little bodies stick together excited and sweating. Then the
little boys approached and Joan said:

	"John, please suck me as you have done to Uncle Frankie." He did
not expect that; Joan watching his doubts insisted. "Please, please, John."
He said that with so a sweet little voice that he could not think different
but to suck him. Then Charlie asked Frankie:

	"Frankie, please, will you do the same to me?" Frankie doubted to
answer but the little boy insisted: "Please, please Frankie. I love you."
Frankie looked at his best friend as he nodded, he then said:

	"Well... we shouldn't do that, however, you are very special for
us, but must not mention it to anybody and under any circumstance. Is it
clear?" The little boys widened their devil smiles at unison said:

	"We promise!" The elder boys knew what to do in order they kept the
best memory of their best blowjob.  Frankie would follow John's
actions. They kneeled near each little boy. Then John said:

	"Let's go inner into the cave so no one can see us. Joan lay on
your back." He did obediently, his little short and thick weenie pointing
out to the cave's ceiling. He kissed him softly on the lips and felt his
little tongue trying to get into his mouth; he opened it and instinctively
explored their mouths. Some minutes later, the little boys moaned as they
felt the electrical currents emanating from that sensitive part of their
young bodies. They reached the precious weenie and with his lips dragged
back the foreskins introducing their total packs into their mouths. The
young bodies started to writhe in delight, as they could not explain what
was happening to them.  The older boys sucked their dicks until they felt
the little hands on their heads trying to move it away to avoid that
torture of pleasure they were receiving and could not cope with.

"Oh!!! Ahg!!!

The two little boys were moaning, tossing their beautiful heads from one
side to other of the towels near screaming:

"John, plea...se, st... op." Frank, please, st...op."

The experienced boys smiled but continued without minding the boys' laments
until two groans came out from the little boys' throats as they collapsed
exhausted on their back breathing hard and sweating. When they recovered,
the little experienced American said:

	"Wow! It has been wonderful, even better than when I fucked the
girls in France." Little Joan smiled still in a cloud. He said:

	"John, I never thought it was as good." Then he asked Charlie:

	"Have you fucked a girl on the bed? Charlie smiled at him.

	"Yes, on the bed." They did not know what his answer was, because
the warmth of the cave and their tiredness closed their young eyes and
drifted to sleep; the shadow now fully covering them. They woke up sometime
later, probably a couple of hours, because the shadow had advanced a few
metres. They were hearing the shouts and yells of the two young
couples. Francis and Nuria on one side, Jim and Margarita, on the other
were playing, splashing water. They watched them; the little boys ran from
the towels and started swimming.

After some time, John dragged the towel to the sun and lay on it
quietly. Frankie came to his side and lay near him; their noses were almost
touching. He kissed his friend a peck:

	"Let's help the little devils to build up their castle." They stood
and joined the little boys to build a lovely sandcastle; they were so proud
that Charlie came and hugged John with thanks. Later they went upstairs to
the kitchen to help Jim that was preparing supper. Frankie then asked John:

 	"You look very happy. What has happened to this sudden change?"
John grinned.

	"You are the cause of my happiness. Don't you know that?" Frankie
smiled as he answered.

	"I understand, that's why you are unique in the world for me." John
sighed.

Chapter 32
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Charles came back and found all the boys naked and having dinner with the
girls. He put on short trousers and joined them as normal. Then Charlie
asked him whether he could sleepover at Joan's home, he granted it,
however, subjected to Joan's mom approval, they contacted Rose Mary, Joan's
mother was very pleased to get both boys together for a couple of
nights. They were jumping on happiness. Around 7:00 pm Frankie and John
rode their bikes back to the farm; an hour later Charles came driving his
large car with Nuria and the two little boys. John's sister received them
with smiles and open arms.

	"Come on boys! Charlie, take your backpack to Joan's room," Rose
said. She was a wonderful woman keeping her children's rooms tidy and
beautifully decorated. She was special, none of her other three sisters,
even her mother, could compare with her. John liked very much his sister's
house. Both boys went upstairs and when Charlie entered, stopped
astonished.

	"Joan, what a beautiful room you have!"

	"I guess yours must be a lovely one, too. My mom is very special to
me."

	"Joan, my room is probably four times the size of this; however, it
is not ten per cent as beautiful. You are very lucky having a mom like
yours. I would change all my toys, my room and everything I possess for
this one and being with you forever." Rose was outside and overheard the
boys' conversation.

	"Well, Charlie, I'm your friend and my mom is also your mom. You
can stay with me all the time you want. Ask papa Charles and your dad to
stay with me. I would be very happy. Can you imagine how many things we
could do together? It would be great, Charlie." As Joan watched his
friend's eyes blurring, he hugged him. "I'll try to help you. Do you want
me to ask papa Charles for you?"

	"No; I'll do it myself, but I know the answer. Adults have many
arguments, even they don't allow me to remain with my brother and sister
the time I wish, nevertheless, when I reach eighteen everything will
change, and then, if you still are my friend, I'll come to stay with you."

	"I'll always be your friend, no matter if you come here or not."
Joan changed the subject and soon they forgot their conversation. However,
Rose Mary commented to the family, Nuria told it to her lover, and
Françoise told his dad and Margarita. When Charles heard that he said:

	"We must get a solution for this, his dad cannot play with
Charlie's happiness."

	"We agree with you dad, or his dad changes his life pattern about
our brother or we'll do our best to bring him with us. If you daren't to do
it, as soon as we are eighteen, we'll exercise our rights about our
brother."

	"I'd fully back you up, sons. I'll talk seriously to him."

Joan enjoyed Charlie's overnight on the farm. That night when they were
tucked in bed and as soon as Rose closed the door, Joan jumped into
Charlie's bed that gladly received him. They immediately took off their
underwear and hugged. After near an hour of chatting, Charlie suggested:

	"Joan, can we do as we did in the cave? I liked that."

	"Yes, do it." Charlie jumped on top of Joan and started kissing him
all around his beautiful smooth face.  Joan giggled satisfied, their little
dicks erected rubbed against each other's belly. Then he turned over into a
69 position and took into his mouth Joan's weenie. Joan found in front of
him that little sausage and took it eagerly in his mouth. After some
minutes, the little devils were sweating and gasping excitedly. Soon their
young bodies got rigid as they received the blessing of a marvellous dry
orgasm. Charlie slipped to his side, kissed his new friend and drifted to
sleep snuggled into each other's arms.

The weeks went by too quickly; Carl came to relieve Charles and everything
was ready for Charles and Charlie departs for France. It was planned they
would fly to Paris and a few days later, he would take the boy to New York,
where his father would pick him up. However, at the moment to say goodbye
on the farm was too hard.  Charlie was sobbing all the time, however when
he hugged Joan, both little boys started crying loudly, they broke the
heart of all who were present.

	"Please, please, Charlie, don't leave me, please stay with me, my
mom loves you, I love you, and all love you. Why do you need to go? Why?"
All of this mixed with cries and abundant tears in a mixed hug. Charlie
hugged even tighter his new friend.

	"I don't want to go back; I want you and my brothers. Please,
please, papa Charles, leave me here!"  Charles approached the two little
boys and hugged them; he tried to separate them to make easier their
farewell, but it was impossible. He could not bear the gaze of Charlie
pleading not to take him back home in the US. Françoise touched his
father's shoulder.

	"Dad, please, let Jim and I do it, I'll convince them, I'm sure
Joan will help us. They are good boys; however, they are too nervous and
upset now. On the other hand, you could fly directly from Spain to LA, thus
Charlie could stay here a further week, meantime, we can change his mind."
Charles thought for a moment.

	"You are right, son, please try to calm them down, we can leave
them here the weekend." Françoise and Jim approached the boys kneeling
in front of them, immediately Charlie hugged his brother from the neck.

	"Please brother, don't take me back, I want to remain here with you
and Margarita, I don't want to go."  Francis looked into his brother lovely
blue eyes and slowly said.

	"First of all, you are Charles Peter Lambert, not Charlie. You are
a little man; I suppose you haven't forgotten what happened last
Christmas." The boy stopped his sobbing when he heard his brother calling
him as a man, he continued: "Men try not to cry and face things as they
are."

	"But brother, I don't want to meet again the witch; I'm a Norman
and I want to remain in my country with my family; isn't this right? I like
the US and my grandpa but it is only the land where I was born, not my
country."

	"Things are like they are, and we cannot change them, at least
until I am eighteen, then I promise, you will return definitely to France
if you still want that."

	"I will," Charlie said with determination. "I will."

	"Now, you'll stop sobbing and apology papa Charles." Jim then said
to both.

	"Papa Charles will fly directly from here to LA instead to go to
France; therefore you can stay here for a further week with all of us."

	"Is it that true, brother?"

	"Yes, it is."

	"I won't behave like an ill-bred baby. I'm sorry brother." He took
Joan's hand and smiled at him. "I can remain with you for another week,
even stay this weekend sleeping with you; we must apology papa Charles.
Will you come with me, Joan? He's waiting."

	"Yes, just now." The boys ran to Charles, hugged him around his
waist and thanked for letting be together for another week, promising they
would behave as little men, not as babies. They went back to the villa and
immediately Charles set a long-distance call to the US, half an hour later
the call went thru, Patrick, Charlie's dad answered.

	"Hullo, Charles, it is me. How are the children?"

	"Very well, Charlie is on a farm with a friend." He
paused. "Patrick, I want you to listen to me carefully.  There is a serious
problem about Charlie and I want to express you my concern. First of all, I
must tell you that our wish was and still is that Charlie is happy with
you, he needs you, and we believe you need him. However, today has
happened..." Charles related Patrick all about the expressions of Charlie
on the farm. "He broke our hearts and we are not ready to bear that
again. As you can see, unless you change your way of life you will lose
him, and what I'm more concerned about, his brother and sister are clearly
determined to exercise their rights as soon as they reach eighteen, and
before if they can. Patrick, you must realise that Charlie needs love and
not a father who cares only about his material needs, that isn't enough; I
am afraid. How many times have you tucked him in the bed? How many times
did you take him to the school or waited for him on his return? None, I
guess.  Patrick, that child needs you as a father and as a mother; I regret
to tell you are doing none of it. You have entrusted him to the custody of
an old man and a woman that..." Patrick interrupted him.

	"That is a witch." They paused for a few seconds. "Charles, you are
right, and I have just taken a decision, upon your words. First, I must
tell you that I'm a divorced man from this morning. I cannot enter into
details, only we have signed an agreement to keep it into privacy, avoiding
a probable scandal; only a few persons know it. I'm not the girls' father;
even I could have charged her of bigamy. Second, I'm travelling tomorrow to
Washington for a meeting. I have received an offer or proposal to stay in
France for a minimum of five years to resolve some problems. I'm not
authorised to release a single word about it, however, next Wednesday I'll
confirm you; meantime, you can say Charlie he can remain with his brothers
as long as they are in there. Also that he doesn't need to care about
coming to the US, he'll remain in France with me."

	"Patrick, this is great news; but what's about your father? He
loves Charlie, too."

	"He is retired and can afford to come to France whenever he wishes
and stay as long as he wants with us."

	"In that case, I would prefer you to tell it directly to your son,
you need to regain his heart; it wouldn't be difficult, because he's the
sweetest creature I ever met."

	"Charles, I know you all love him and that fills my heart with pain
because I dismissed him for so long time.

	"It isn't yet too late, Patrick. Think about it. A long time ago,
when Margarita left us, I decided to be a mother and a father for my
children. Up to now, it has been the best decision I ever took in my life."

	"Thanks again, Charles. Give a kiss to the family. I'll call you as
I said."

	"Goodbye, then."

This is how a new time started for the family. As a premonition, when Joan
and Charlie cuddled in the bed, Charlie looked into Joan's eyes, they were
very close, near rubbing their dug noses.

	"Joan, you are a very pretty boy. Didn't they mention it to you?"

	"Well... my mom yes; but moms always say things like this about
their sons."

	"I know, but you are very pretty." Charlie instinctively approached
his face and kissed Joan on the lips a very long and tender kiss. Joan
grinned at his friend and hugged him very tightly.

	"Charlie, I will always be your best friend. Will you be my friend,
too?"

	"I promise I will. Besides, when I grow I'll tell papa Charles to
bring you into the school where Jim and Françoise are now. I'll be there
waiting for you. Will you come with me?"

	"Yes; I'll convince my mom and dad, sure they will take me there."

	"Please, don't tell anybody... but I love you." Joan, with a sigh,
answered:

	"I love you too, Charlie, but don't tell anybody, too. I like being
with you." Charlie dragged Joan to him and hugged him. They felt how their
little dicks were erected and rubbing against each other crotch;
impulsively they started moving up and down as their pleasure
increased. Soon the bed complained as they were moving faster and faster,
their lips glued in a permanent kiss. They needed to breathe, so separated
until that wonderful feeling came into their loins, then to their little
sticks. They got rigid as a spasm went thru their young bodies and with a
muffled moan. They remained quiet, gasping for air. When recovered, Charlie
said:

	"It has been very nice, Joan." He planted a tender peck on his
friend's red lips.

	"Yes indeed, Charlie. When you depart the next day, I won't be
there, because I'll start crying again and we have promised not to do so."

	"Don't worry. Tonight is as if we say our farewell. Goodnights
pretty Joan."

	"Good nights, marvellous Charlie. I like you."

	"I like you, too." A silent sob started on both boys, they hugged
gently again and cuddled into each other arms. One minute later, they were
hard asleep.

Charles talked to his sons about the news, taking care Charlie could not
hear them. On Wednesday, Patrick, Charlie's physical father, called.

	"Charles, everything is ready. I'm flying tomorrow to Paris with my
father, I'll meet you at the airport. Is Charlie there?"

	"No, he is on the beach with his friend and brothers, I'll call
him, he will be here in a couple of minutes.  He is a healthy boy,
Patrick. Hold on." Charles called the boy and he ran the steep stairs like
a bird. When he got there and recovered his breath, he took the receiver.

	"Yes dad, I'm happy you called. I was at the beach playing with my
friend Joan. We are best friends."

	"I'm glad that you are happy."

	"Yes dad, I'm very happy; but... I would like not to return home,
though I miss you and grandpa."

	"Charlie, I have good news for you." At this point all boys were
surrounding Charlie, except Joan, expecting to see his reaction to the news
that they already knew. "You don't need to come; you can stay there until
your brother and sister return." That changed the little boy's face, he
opened wide his eyes and as a happy expression went thru his sparkling
eyes. "Charlie, are you there?"

	"Dad, I, I, can't speak. Did you say I can remain here with my
sister, my brother and my friend?"

	"Yes, that's what I said, unless you want to see me and grandpa
because we are flying tomorrow to Paris, where you and I will remain at
least for the next five years." Again, Charlie lost his voice and started
to cry. Charles took the phone until the boy recovered from his
astonishment.

	"Patrick, it is me. Charlie is sobbing with the emotion, he is near
ready."

	"Sorry dad, I couldn't help. Do you mean we are going to live in
Paris?"

	"Yes, that's what I meant, so I must look for a house and school
for you."

	"But, but, what about..."

	"The witch?"  e
	"Sorry, dad; yes."

	"She is not my wife any longer, neither the girls your sisters. I
can't explain you this by phone, son; but I'll do when we meet."

	"Dad, I want to return just now. I want to give you the greatest
hug you ever received." This time was the father who experienced a bump in
his throat, he could not help it. He thought he had lost his son, but
still, he loved him and they could restart their lost lives, interrupted
when he got married. "Are you there, dad?"

	"Yes, son. I'm here."

	"Dad, I'll return with papa Charles next Saturday. Will you be at
the airport?"

	"Of course, son. I will."

	"Jolly good. Dad, do you have a hotel?"

	"Not yet. I must speak to my friends in Paris; they are arranging
my travel problems. Why?"

	"Please tell them to reserve at Champs Elysees Hotel, room number
one, if possible."

	"Have you been in there?"

	"No. It Papa Charles' hotel and Jim and Françoise said it is a
beautiful place to stay. Ask Mr Jenkins, the manager; tell him that you are
being recommended by Charlie Peter Lambert; he'll surely attend you."
Patrick smiled at his son's word and the same did Charles."

	"I'll do, son. I'm sure your recommendation will be more than
enough."

	"Dad, I send you a great kiss and another one for grandpa. Please,
tell him I miss him." Charlie handed the phone to Charles, who continued
talking with Charlie's father. As soon as the little boy left the phone, he
went to his sister and hugged her, then Françoise and Jim. "From now on,
we'll always be together, never to be separate again. I couldn't live
without my true family." He was again sobbing, but this time of joy. Joan
was the only one that was sad. He was sat down on a corner with his little
shrank dick between his brown tanned legs.  Charlie watched him, and
gripping his hand, dragged his friend into his room, closing the door. They
hugged and Charlie kissed Joan on the lips; both started to sob in silence.

	"I'm sorry, Charlie. I promise not to cry, but I will miss you a
lot."

	"Me too, Joan, but now I won't be so far away, only in France and
together with Jim. Probably, I'll come more often to the villa and the next
summer we'll be together for six weeks or even longer. We'll continue
exploring the cave and do many things together. Please, be content,
otherwise, I'll start sobbing like you. I would like to see you
cheerful. Will you? Please." Joan looked into his friend blue eyes; he
dragged his body to his and hugged him tenderly, now smiling. Joan then
stammering said:

	"Charlie, I think I won't stand, my knees are, are very weak,"
Charlie smirked, stood, and took Joan to the bed. They were exhausted and
tired of swimming. Charlie lay in front of his friend, head to head, nose
to nose. A soft kiss sealed their early love.

	"It was very, very nice, Joan.

	"Yes, very nice indeed, Charlie, I'll never forget you."

	"Me too. We'll be best friends forever, Joan." I promise you. Do
you promise to be my best friend forever, Joan?"

	"Yes, I promise." But Charlie, please don't forget me."

	"I'll never forget you. Never! "

	"Yes, now I am content, that's what matters." Hand in hand, they
went to reunite with the rest.

The few days went by quickly and Charlie left the villa with Charles to
Paris. He did not go again to the farm because he feared he could not say
goodbye to Joan without sobbing again; Joan also did not come to the villa
afterwards.

Chapter 33
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The two couples plus Carl remained in the villa, John, Frankie, Francis and
the twins rode every day to the beach, enjoying their company and having
fun; the couples loving each other and having love in all senses; they
enjoyed their youth making love every night in silence until their bodies
were exhausted.

Carl closed the air tickets; they had planned to fly on Sunday to Paris and
then by bus to Orleans, however, there was no flight on Sunday, so they
reserved for Saturday. Jim would directly go to the school whereas Jim and
Margarita would do to Cherbourg in Normandy. Jim and his young wife thought
it would have been very hard to say goodbye again. The previous Thursday to
their departure, during breakfast, Carl said he would spend 24 hours with
Mr Herman since they had to finish some businesses regarding Mr Herman's
properties in France, besides, he thought the couples would need the night
for themselves and Friday for their farewells.  Soon, after his departure,
John, Frankie and Francis arrived on the bikes. It was a hot August day and
all decided to be naked, including the girls, while they were inside the
house; needn't say the young boys with their eyes glued on the girls and
their dicks hard as rocks, so the three went to the beach and released
their hardness by sucking each other to orgasm; however, the best was
prepared for lunchtime.

Jim prepared the best meal he knew and as desserts a large tart. The girls
laughed as the young boys did not know what was next. When they finished
the main course, Margarita and Nuria brought the large pie. Jim and
Françoise extended a few large towels on the floor. Jim then said:

	"Now boys we are going to eat you as sweet." Perplexed, Frankie
looked at John and John to Francis the two couples smiling. Jim took a
large portion of tart and started spreading it on John's, chest, tummy,
butt, dick, buttocks, balls and upper thighs. Françoise did the same on
Frankie and the girls on Francis. The boys were harder than ever, their
dicks spilling precum, except Francis's. Jim started licking John's face
and taking a large portion of tart from his chest he kissed him, their
tongues savouring the sweetness of the tart and their saliva. Jim was hard,
too, but they had prohibited the boys to touch themselves. The younger boys
were very excited, moaning and wanting a release, especially little
Francis, while his sister and Margarita were doing an excellent job, each
one on a different side. When Jim and Françoise reached the boys'
buttocks, parted them and tried to push his tongue into their butt's
hole. John could not resist anymore, his knees buckled but Jim held him as
the poor boy screamed in delight, followed by Frankie and little Francis
that had never experienced being sucked by a girl before; besides, he was
allowed to massage Margarita's lovely tits. The couple did not stop there;
they continued sucking, nibbling and licking the younger boys, but for
their astonishment, the elder boys and girls relieved on each boy; so,
after a few minutes with Francis the girl went to John, and then to
Frankie.  This was too much for them; John as soon he watched Margarita
mouth on his cock he could not stop but took her head and kissed the girl
passionately. After a long kiss, she resumed her sucking and in seconds he
had his second orgasm. The boys near exhausted and breathing hard lay on
the towels; nevertheless, the couple had no mercy on them; they continue
their jobs until a third dry orgasm hit the boys, and their cocks got
droop. Then they stood and kissed the boys a peck. Margarita then said:

	This has been our present for you because you are our best
friends. Now please, go to the beach, we have some business to do." They
grinned in complicity and ran down to the fresh cave. They were tired and
their cock satisfied, so, soon were asleep with a beautiful smile on their
faces.

The couples went to their respective rooms and enjoyed their retained sex
and love, then went into a lovely slumber until a couple of hours
later. Around 7:00 pm the boys took their bikes and returned home,
commenting on the secret adventure, knowing they could never release a word
of it, but to keep for their enjoyment.

The night came, and after heaving dinner, Françoise and Jim took a
portion of the tart remnant and went to their respective rooms doing what
they had made to the boys and what they did in Paris. The girls enjoyed
being sucked and licked by their respective lovers, and then fucked until
their bodies were worn out, and drifted to sleep.

The following morning they resumed their lovemaking until Carl
returned. After lunch, Carl gave a lift to the couple to the farm and the
village. That was the hard moment, especially for Françoise and
Nuria. They were allowed to be a few minutes in her room to say
goodbye. Hugged and kissed tenderly with many tears rolling down their
cheeks. However, they were young and strong and understood their love
needed sacrifices.  Françoise said goodbye to everybody and went into
the car with Margarita, returning to the villa. The following morning,
Saturday, they picked Jim up and went to the airport.

When Carl approached Air France's counter to check-in, the stewardess said
due to an emergency of a grave sick girl, one of them had to travel via
Barcelona since an ambulance was waiting at Paris Airport to pick the girl
up. After some discussions, Jim chose to be him the person to fly via
Barcelona. Françoise and Margarita wanted to be with him but finally, he
convinced them. He travelled under the care of the crews until he was
safely delivered to Mr Jenkins, to whom Carl had phoned before his
departure, so he took him to the school bus.

After thanking Mr Jenkins for all his attentions, in silence, Jim,
engrossed in his thoughts, boarded the school bus with a few early boys
that had come from far towns or even countries, amongst them Raphael. They
looked to each other and both friends hugged and grinned. Jim then said:

	"I didn't know how difficult was to say goodbye to a girl. I'll
miss her very much."

	"I know it. I have left Paul there. He won't come here again. It
has been a wonderful summer; however, we must face reality and attend the
hard work we have ahead." They continued chatting and soon the small buss
entered the school. They went to their room, but things now were different,
they did not kiss or hug as they used to do before. Margarita's touches and
kisses were too fresh in his young mind. Suddenly the door opened and two
grown and tanned 12 y/o boys entered and hugged Jim. He was happy to see
Christian and Noah, so he hugged them back.

	"Jim, you are so tall and tanned! Are your dicks the same? What
about Francis?" Noah asked.

	"More than you can think and also tanned. Francis has continued to
Normandy, he'll be here next Monday."

	"We had very short speedos but still you can see the white stripes
on our butts. However, we have good news for you. Come on, Christian! Tell
him." Christian looked at his adored friend and blushed.

	"Well... well we both have started to shoot." Jim left what he was
doing and hugged the young boys with emotion.

	"You are now little men! Aren't you?" Proudly Noah answered.

	"Yes. We started only with a week difference. But still, there is
more good news. We have fucked two girls! Christian blushed and added:

	"They fucked us!" Jim expressed amusement.

	"It was great, wasn't it Christian? We did it with two girls,
friends of ours during our birthday party. They are thirteen and had lovely
melons on their chest."

	"Yes it was a marvellous night but Noah was too excited on top of
his girl," Christian said a little bit resented and jealousy.

	"You enjoyed it, too." Noah approached his friend and kissed him on
the lips. "You know I love you more than any girl." Christian sighed and
kissed back his friend and lover.

	"Were they virgin, Noah? Jim asked.

	"I don't know. My dick went into them very easy and neither of them
claimed any pain, as you explained to us."

	"Sure they were experienced girls, it was not the first time they
fucked a boy," Jim added. "Well boys, let go for dinner. I am starved."
Then Noah added:

	"Jim, can we come tonight to have some fun?"

	"Not tonight, friends, I'm tired and need to rest. Probably I'll be
better tomorrow; if not, we have many days to come." All three stood and
went to dine. Around 9:00 pm he received Margarita's call, both ended with
their hearts broken, so he went to sleep. The following morning he woke up
with some knocks on his door, the young boys and Raphael entered while he
cleaned himself and dressed for breakfast. Noah's sight was glued to Jim's
large dick, near as an adult's. After breakfast they went to the swimming
pool; discarding going to the mass. After lunch the young boys and Jim
walked to his room, as he lay on the bed with his hands under his head,
Noah said:

	"Jim, we... we want to ask you a favour." Christian blushed because
it has been his idea, but as usual, he was not brave enough to ask the
elder boy, but after some seconds, he decided to make an effort and try to
get rid of his shyness; so he interrupted his friend.

	"Jim, since the incident, I have wanted you to fuck me." Noah
looked at his friend astonished, and then he added.

	"And me, too." Noah grinned satisfied as his lover supported
him. Jim looked at them, stood and sat down on the large couch; he motioned
the boys to sit near him and with some doubt, he answered:

	"Please sit down here. Noah, Christian. We like you like our best
friends and I think Francis would say the same. I must say, you both have
lovely butts to fuck and I'm very proud you asked me; however, my penis has
grown a lot lately; it is almost the double of yours in girth and length; I
am sure I would hurt you, even you may bleed. Are you aware of this?" Noah
eagerly said:

	"I don't mind. For the summer Christian has fucked me many times
and I think I can have your cock into my butt. I want to have that
experience before it is too late. I wouldn't ask anyone because I don't
want anyone fucking me, except you or Noah." Jim seeing the young boy's
determination, said:

	Alright, tonight we can try. The school is near empty, so they
won't notice you are sleeping in my room."  The young boys smiled and
hugged Jim very tightly.

	"Thanks, Jim. We expect to have real good fun tonight." They left
for their room and after dinner all three went into Jim's room, locking the
door. In seconds they were naked and cocks getting hard. Jim also was
excited and when his clothes were tossed on the couch Noah gripped his hard
boyhood and gave a few strokes.

	"It is huge, Jim."

	"I told you about its size. Then addressing to Christian he asked:
"How would you like it, Christian." The boy blushed a little bit.

	"I don't mind, as long as you put your tool into me." Jim went to
his nightstand and rummaged in it until he found what he was looking for: a
tube of vaseline.

	"Christian, place yourself in four legs, but with your head down on
your folded arms, so that your butt is showing up to me." They did, but at
the end of their experience the younger boys were tired and a little bit
disappointed; Christian and Noah felt a great tenderness when Jim did and
found out their experiences with the girls had been paramount. They
thoughts Jim was right, they would miss the girls rather than the boys,
except between themselves. Jim watched them and guessed their
thoughts. Tenderly he hugged them.

	"I told you both that the puberty might change your minds. Was I
right?" The young boys stared at each other and hugged Jim in silence. Then
Christian explained to him.

	"We felt something during our stay, but we needed confirmation and
nobody better than you to do it.  Thanks, Jim; we'll never forget
this. Yet, I love too much this Jew boy and..." He could not end his
sentence.  Noah glued his lips on Christian's and the three went into a
great embrace.

	"After all, we may have our surnames will continue; my Christian
will always be in my heart for the rest of my life as a lover or brother."
Soon they drifted to sleep thinking about the new stages that their lives
would produce.

Chapter 34
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Charlie and papa Charles had flown directly to Paris; after landing,
crossing customs and police control, he saw his dad and grandpa thru the
window wall. He ran and jumped into his dad's arms in a very tight and
genuine embrace.

	"My little angel, my loved son! How I have missed you, little
devil!"

	"Daddy, I have missed you, too." He left his dad's arms and hugged
his grandpa.

	"How are you, grandpa? How is your knee?" The old man smirked,
hugged and kissed his grandchild.

	"Watching you, all my pains have vanished, my son." Charles came
and met both men. They greeted and left the airport's building. They
boarded Charles' car that was waiting for him and after loading the
luggage, Charles and Patrick sat down on the rear seat and Charlie on his
grandpa's lap on the front seat, near the driver. Then Charles said:

	"Patrick, I want you to listen to me carefully, though I'm going to
repeat to you what I said by phone." He paused. "Right from the beginning,
I must tell you that my aim is that you live with your son and rebuild your
lives together. It has been a very difficult time for the little boy. I
won't be able to go again thru the expression of Charlie's pain not wanting
to return to your country. Perhaps, you feel it is unfair from him, but you
must realise he's only nine y/o and hasn't made anything, except to suffer
from the time his mother disappeared. You were engulfed in your business,
leaving him to the care of a nurse and an old and sick man, to whom he
adores.  Then trying to amend the problem, you looked for a wife that might
help him to forget his mother; but she, instead of loving and caring him,
she hurt him psychologically with strong words, and finally physically,
making him bleed his broken lips. I must tell you that if this circumstance
had been known by my children at that moment, I would have been forced to
retrieve his custody from you, returning the little boy to France."

Patrick opened his eyes in disbelief; he thought that was between his
father and himself. Charles then continued:

	"Fortunately I knew it three weeks after this happened; my anger
was so great that I was tempted to call the US judicial authorities and to
carry on according to what we signed when his mother passed away.  However,
I thought that decision must be taken with a cold head. I waited and I
learnt the boy was living with your father. Nevertheless, the worst was to
come. When Charlie came for Christmas, he told his brother and sister what
your wife made him. Fortunately, I was taking the plane within a few
minutes and they thought it was neither the time nor the place to talk
about the problem. A month later, my sons told me that I had to bring his
brother with them, otherwise, they were determined to talk to the French
authorities about the subject; and believe me, they are more than capable
to do it, especially my daughter. I convinced them not to take any step
since I wanted to talk to you as soon as summer came. In summary Patrick, I
promised my sons that Charlie would never be taken to your country or any
other one against his will; that's a firm resolution. We are giving you a
second opportunity, Charlie needs you and you need him, it is not too late
and he loves you; yet, you must recover his love. In any case, you must
think that we all want the best for him. He is a child and has the right to
be happy and to put an end to his lonely life. You must decide to act as a
father and a mother with your son, and love him as he deserves; otherwise,
we'll exercise our rights and I'll do what you should have done. You must
decide, but remember, we have all the rights and you have nothing." Patrick
kept silence for a few seconds, and then said:

	"Charles, I must recognize you have been very patient with me; even
my father was ready to tell you, despite those actions would have broken
his heart, because he dearly loves his grandchild, therefore, I assume all
my responsibility and I promise you, I'll be his father and mother from
today on. I must strongly thank you and your sons for what you have done. I
understand them, they love his brother as much as I do. You have my word
that you will never have any complaint about this, and if you have, I
wouldn't make any objection you retrieving his custody from me."

He offered his hand and both men shook them in a formal compromise. They
arrived at the hotel; Charles introduced them to the manager, leaving the
group with a kiss to Charlie, promising to see him the next morning before
his departure to Normandy. Patrick's father took the lift, however, Charlie
and his father went thru the carpeted stairs, at the mid of them, Charlie
extended his arms to his father, Patrick raised the boy to his chest and
both hugged very tightly; Charlie wrapped his naked tanned legs around his
father waist, the little boy murmured on his father's ear:

	"I love you, daddy, please don't leave me again." The man's eyes
blurred though the little boy could not see. He hugged even tighter his son
and murmured back.

	"I adore you, my son. Don't worry; I'll never leave you
again. We'll always be together." He felt his son's lips on his neck as he
kissed him. He separated a moment from his father and looked into his eyes.

	"Dad, do you mind that I'm named Charles Peter Lambert?" That was a
crucial moment in their lives.  The man recognized that he would have liked
the boy had his surname, but time would decide. He was certain that the boy
would never accept it, let alone now in France, he had lost this
opportunity as he did with the boy's mother; he had the same temper as
hers.

	"No Charlie. I don't mind at all. I love you and not a name. You
can be named Napoleon, Charles the Great, or whatever you like; I would
continue loving you the same." Charlie hugged again his dad.

	"I love you dad; I love you very much."

	"I love you, too, my beautiful son." Patrick thought for a moment
that he had recovered his son; he felt very, very happy; he would remember
those stairs during the rest of his life. They arrived at their suite and
he dropped his son on the floor. His father told them he would have a nap
and later would join them for a walk, so father and son could be alone for
the first time since a long time.

	"Dad, I think I'm going to have a shower. Will you take me to
Normandy when my sister and brother come within two weeks?"

	"Of course, I will. We'll spend a full weekend there. I want to see
them. I have been told they have grown a lot and that they are scholar game
champions."

	"Oh yes!" The little boy sighed with pride. "They are very popular
in school. Jim and Françoise are the best swimmers. Some coaches said
they are too good for their ages. I'll talk to you about all of them
later." He went to the bathroom, left the door open and had a comfortable
shower; he dried and came out nude where his father was.

	"Dad, where are the underwear?" Patrick looked at his beautiful son
and could not help but to admire the perfection of that little and tanned
body, his son. He thought he would have been a perfect model to copy for a
sculpture in the Renaissance or ancient Greece times.

	"They are on the second drawer on your wardrobe. But Charlie, you
are naked! The boy grinned.

	"Oh yes, I am. But we are alone without any stranger here. Do you
feel embarrassed?" Patrick smiled, extended his arms and Charlie dropped
into them. Patrick rubbed his son smooth skin.

	"Of course not. I feel jealous that someone could steal my son from
me, watching how beautiful he is."  Charlie grinned proudly and kissed his
dad a peck. He then picked up brief new underwear and put it on. "It seems
this is not the first time that you are naked because you have a lovely tan
on all over your body. I can't see the normal white stripe of your
swimsuit."

	"Well, Papa Charles bought a wonderful villa in Spain within a
secluded private beach, it has a large cave and the beach is bordered by
large rocks, so it is near impossible to access it by land, only from the
house or sea. The previous owner built a stair that goes from the terrace
down to the beach. We asked papa Charles whether we could be nude on the
beach and in the house. He told us there was not any problem whenever there
were no strangers at home; so we swam freely naked."

	"What's about the girls. Did they also stay naked?"

	"Oh, no! They always swam or took the sun with the bikini on.

	"And what's about the adults?"

	"Papa Charles doesn't receive many visits; only an old man called
Mr Hermann; in that case, we remained with our swimsuits on."

	"Does papa Charles swims naked too?"

	"He swims neither naked nor dressed. He said he has very sensitive
skin and he cannot bear the sun.  He spent the time reading sat on the
terrace or working in his office."

	"I would like to swim naked. I have done it a few times when I was
alone. I went into the water and took off my cloth. It is a marvellous
sensation of freedom."

	"Yes, dad. You cannot imagine how wonderful is to play in the sand
or swim without nothing on your body. Next summer we'll enjoy that
together. Will you come, dad?"

	"Well, I don't know yet; it is a year ahead and I think I will be
busy." Then Patrick changed the subject. "I suppose you have friends, apart
from your brother and sister."

	"A lot; though all of them from Jim's family. They are the most
wonderful people you can imagine. I'll describe them to you." Patrick was a
well-organized man, so he interrupted his son, took a large notebook and a
pen and started making a family tree chart with Charlie explanations, so he
could follow him in his explanations.

	"It is a large family; now tell me the relationships amongst them."

	"Well, you must promise me you won't tell anybody." Patrick grinned
at his son:

	"I promise," Patrick said grinning.

	"Well, Jim is my sister Margarita's boyfriend. They love each other
a lot. Nuria is my brother's girlfriend.  Manuel and Louis are like twins,
but in fact, they are double cousins, though they have the same surnames;
In Spain, everybody has two surnames, the first from his father and de
second from his mother. Frankie and John are so close that no brother could
be more than they are. They were born on the same day and year, only an
hour difference and share everything. Alternatively, they sleepover on each
home every weekend and both will go to a boarding school in September.

	"They look like a good family." The man paused. "And what's about
you?" The child paused for a moment, he sighed and answered his father
slowly, like a pray:

	"Me, well... Joan is my best friend; he is... he is so good, so
great, so sweet and so wonderful... We love each other, dad. Unlike his
brother Francis, who is the prettiest of all, he's a normal boy; though I
find him very pretty. We would like to be together the whole time, I miss
him very much, daddy." Patrick smiled.

	"It seems you have a crutch on him."

	"Well, perhaps we both are in the same situation. I promise him I
would never forget him and when he gets older, let say, 11, I'll ask Papa
Charles to sponsor him and come to St. Mary's, as Jim is. Then we'll be
together forever."

	"But don't forget that you are a very pretty boy, too."

	"Well, I don't know, that was what Joan said to me. His mom said
that we were the prettiest angels of heaven."

	"I think she was right." He took his son and hugged him.

	"Do you know, dad? Joan's family is a very lucky one. His mom is
the best mom I have known, after mine. She was so tender with me that when
she hugged and kissed my cheeks I thought in mom and I could help but
sob. They have a tiny house if compared with ours; but it is so beautiful,
so clean and tidy... It seems a dolly house. I liked sleeping over
there. Besides, she has the most beautiful children on the farm. Nuria is
more o less as Margarita, I would say prettier than my sister is; Francis,
that is 11 y/o, is a lovely blond, with deep blue eyes and silky hair. Then
Joan..." He paused as to his memory came the last day together, he felt his
little weenie starting to grow. He murmured as for himself: "My little
Joan..." His dad interrupted him:

	"What did you say?"

	"I was talking about Joan's family dad; he is not blonde, as his
brother and sister, but black-haired. He has large black eyes and the
largest eyes lashes I ever saw; the same as Jim has." Charlie continued
describing his impressions about the rest of the family, so his dad got a
general idea of each person he had met during those unforgettable holidays.

The following day his grandpa left for US promising he would come back very
soon. They went for a long walk around the Champs Elysees. After returning
to the hotel, Charlie had a shower and when he came out naked to dress, he
watched his father reading a paper. He took the paper from his dad's hand
and sat on his lap. He gave a peck to his progenitor and the man responded
with a hug, leaving the paper on the small table near the couch.

	"What are you reading, dad?"

	"Well I had just started having a look into the applicant's
profiles; the embassy's people selected ten with the best curriculums for
me to choose my secretary-assistant. I'll continue when I shower; I must
interview them tomorrow morning." He stood up and went to the
bathroom. Charlie then asked:

	"Dad, may I have a look into them?"

	"Why not? Perhaps you have a better intuition after all." Charlie
started reading the names and especially looking at the photos attached to
each application. Most of them were young and beautiful women, except two;
one, an old woman and another one, as his father's age; the photo surprised
him.

	"Dad, why have you put mom's picture on one of these applications?"
Patrick had left the door ajar just to keep talking to his son.

	"What are you talking about, son? I haven't modified any of those
documents. They have been selected by the Embassy labour's manager amongst
two hundred. I only gave them the characteristics of the candidates that I
needed. That's all."

	"Dad, this is mom's picture, I wonder why is on here, but I have
seen it many times. I'm not wrong."  Patrick came out naked and drying
himself. He held the application and had a look into it. A shiver went thru
his spine.

	"It is true, son! This woman looks like a lot to her. I'll see her
tomorrow, most likely she is not as in the picture." With that, they ended
the conversation. The following day he asked the ambassador's staff to
interview the rest of candidates; he would only see that woman in his
office. When she entered, Patrick got white for a moment, as if had seen a
ghost. The woman noticed the man's reaction and asked:

	"Excuse me sir, but are you alright?" He made a tremendous effort
to behave as he recovered and started talking to her.

	"Yes, I am. Sorry, Mrs Martin. I have had some problems with my
stomach lately, especially last night," Patrick lied.

	"I thought you were to faint." The woman said with a
smile. Apparently, Patrick was looking into the application; however, he
was examining her with a professional intensity.

	"Well... Mrs Martin, it seems you have all the requirements that we
are looking for, nevertheless, I must make you a few questions, if you
don't mind." She kept silence, so Patrick continued. "One of them is: why
are you requesting so low wages? According to your qualifications, you
deserve more; we believe our employees must work hard, but also well paid."
The woman doubted for a moment and answered:

	"Please consider this as a minimum; but to be honest, I have to say
that I need the job. I'm a widow with a 10 y/o daughter and the times are
not running very well, at least for me." Patrick tried not to compare, but
her voice and the way she spoke was very similar to his son's mother; even
the name was the same: Margarita. She had something that his son's mother
lacked, she was kind, sweet, and as per her background, she had had a high
education. His son's mother was also kind and professional, but she was
cold, except that day when she knew she was expecting a baby. He could not
forget those instants!

	"You are a widow but I suppose you have more family: fathers,
brothers, etc. I'm sorry perhaps you don't want to answer personal
questions. You can ignore them if..."

	"I don't mind to reply to you. Unfortunately, I don't have any. My
husband died three years ago. My parents, along with my only sister, died
in a rail accident many years ago; since then, I lived with a foster
family, my husband's parents, until we married." He made more questions
relating to the job, conditions, etc.

	"Well Mrs Martin, the job is yours, subject to a month trial where
you have to demonstrate your qualifications and preparation. Your salary
will be doubled from what you stated. If you prove to be what we expect
from you, the salary would be increased by 50% more after the trial is
completed. However, this will imply a full dedication to us and not to mix
with other jobs. You will be required to travel with me to some foreign
countries, mostly within Europe and probably to the US; therefore you must
get your passport.

	"It will be alright for me, nevertheless, I want you to know that
I'm not very fond of planes; well, to be honest, I have never flown. She
felt the man's gaze on her and she squirmed. She had not had this sensation
for a long time. After her husband's death, she had been approached many
times by young and old men, yet she never felt anything; now it was
different.

	"Mrs Martin, I want to ask you for a personal favour, perhaps you
can help me." He smiled at her and the lady seemed to say, "Be careful man,
I am not that kind of woman." He got the message and blushed, though he had
no such intentions.

	"Please, tell me and I'll see whether I can help you or not."

	"We are new here and want to settle down. First I would like to buy
or hire a house for my son, his nanny and myself. I would prefer the
outside of the city where we can enjoy the quietness, and a school for my 9
y/o son." She thought for a moment, and then said:

	"I live in the outskirt of Paris, well connected by underground
rail. There is a good English school for boys and girls where he could
study, either in French or English." She paused expecting the man to say
something. She continued: "A few blocks away from my house, there is a
house on sale, I like the owner and I must tell you that if I had money
enough, I would buy it for me. Perhaps it is even larger for your needs,
but it is a beautiful house surrounded by a garden and trees."

	"If you like it, surely it will be good for us. Do you mind to
accompany us? We can pick my son up at the hotel." He smiled at her and she
smiled back to the man.

	"It'll be a pleasure. I'll phone my daughter." He stood and
prepared to leave.

	"We'll walk to the hotel; it is not far from here." They left the
Embassy and soon they reached the hotel.  "Please sit in the lounge and
take something while I advise my son; I'll order the waiter to serve you
what you like while I'm upstairs.

	"Well, it isn't necessary..."

	"I insist." He called a waiter from the bar and ordered to serve
the lady what she wished, to charge suite number one." Then he went to his
room. Charlie received his dad with a kiss.

	"Now young man we are going to see a house, if it fits us, I'll buy
it, it is near our lady's."

Chapter 35
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       "Dad, how is she? Is she pretty? Charlie asked his father.

       "I would say she is very pretty, kind and very educated. I think
you'll like her. Since you are ready, you better go downstairs, meet and
entertain her. I must make some phone calls. She is in the lounge sat in
one corner, near the window; the place you like to sit." Charlie smiled and
got ready. He was excited to see that lady that resembled his mom. He was
dressed as a French little boy in summer; a cream shirt, white cotton
shorts over his knees and white leather sandals. It was warm; too warm for
the Parisians, still was August. He entered the lounge and watched the
blond woman that was with her face looking at the garden. The boy politely
said:

       "Excuse Madame, I'm Charles Peter Lambert, Mr McLain's..." The blond
woman turned her head; she was astonished to see the little boy. It was the
face stained with blood she had seen many times in her dreams!  In a couple
of seconds, she opened her arms inviting the boy to kiss her, as it is
traditional in France with little children. Charlie was paralysed; he
stared at her blue eyes as tears started dribbling down his smooth face.
Suddenly he dropped himself into the woman arms crying with hard sobs.

       "Mammy, mammy, you have returned!!! You weren't dead!!! Francoise
and Margarita are wrong!!!  Please, please, don't leave me again!!!"
Charlie cried on the woman's arms, his head on her neck. "I have missed you
a lot!!!!" Charlie kissed the woman and she noted a bump in her throat with
emotion as she started to caress the little boy's curly blond +hair. She
was trying to calm the boy, she could not help saying:

       "Mon petit Cœur." Charlie, instead of calming, increased his
sobs. She noted the boy's spasm as he cried.
       "Mammy, mammy, I love you, I missed you!!! Please, don't leave me
again!!!" He repeated. The woman was confused; obviously, that little soul
had confused her with his mother. However, who could be to be confused? Her
brains were a whirl working fast, in seconds she reached the conclusion: to
confuse her with his mother must be identical to herself, and only a person
had been as she was, her twin sister. Apparently, she had died in a rail
crash in 1940. Was it possible she had not been killed? Her foster father
had told her he never saw the corpse; he was not brave enough and he had
signaled the corpse of another dead girl with the same dress. She tenderly
kissed the little boy's blond head as separated from her telling the boy
soothing words. She cleaned her tears and Charlie's face. Looking into
those beautiful blue eyes, she saw her loved sister on them.  Very slow,
she said:

       "Charles, please, take it ease. I, I, I am not your mom, but almost
her, and I'll never leave you." The boy astonished separated from the
woman, still sobbing."

       "It is not possible, mammy. What has happened to you that you cannot
remember me? You have forgotten me!" She then hugged the little boy to her
chest. Then softly she added:

       "No my son; I had also a boy that passed away eight years ago, today
he would be 11."

       "But you called me "Mon petit Coeur" and only mom did it!" The woman
caressed the boy's face very gently.

       "Charles, son, my father and my twin sister used to call me like
that. There must be an explanation, most likely she was not dead, as I
believed. You said she's dead. When did this happen?"

       "I was five; we were in the US and she had a road accident, besides,
your name is Margarita, the same as my mom. Two sisters cannot be named the
same." The boy insisted sobbing.

       "No, son. My sister's name was Jeanette, not Margarita. My daughter
has the same name because of her." Charlie was now more calmed and talking
with her. She then added: "I suppose you have grandpas, where are they?"

       "I only have one, from my dad; mom had no parents, she grew in an
orphan..."

       "Orphanage." The woman pointed out.

       "Yes. Papa Charles married her when she left it."

       "Where is that orphanage?"

       "I don't know, somewhere in Normandy." The woman eyes lighted as
tears returned to her eyes."

       "Sorry little Charles, I'm too emotional and I can't think
correctly. I'm from Normandy, too. We lived there with our parents; my
father was a senior locomotive driver. When we were 7, we were travelling
to Paris, there was a rail crash, more than 120 persons died and many were
wounded, among them, my parents and my twin sister. Later on, I found out
her corpse never was clearly identified, but confused with another girl
that is buried with my parents. I have known it only a few years ago. I
must discover what happened to her, there is a great possibility that your
mom was my sister, otherwise, you wouldn't have confused yourself; besides,
I saw her face covered with blood in the accident many times afterwards in
my dreams. It is identical to yours." She kissed Charlie as he hugged
her. She then continued: "Charles, you must find out the name of the
orphanage, but please, this must be a secret between you and me. You cannot
ask it to your dad." Charles thought for a moment:

       "I'll ask my sister Margarita" The woman wide opened her eyes.

       "But, do you have a sister?"

       "Yes, and a brother; they are almost 14 y/o and their father is papa
Charles, not my dad."

       "Oh! Almighty God! And where are they?"

       "They are in Spain on holidays; papa Charles bought a villa there, I
just came a week ago from there. I'll phone them."

       "Good boy! How is Margarita?"

       "Well... everybody says that the three of us are like three water
drops of different size. Françoise is the most marvelous boy in the
world. I love them a lot." She then murmured:

       "Probably I have been living not far from my adored sister for more
than 25 years without knowing her existence. Charlie, your dad is coming
down; I have many questions to make you, but now we must keep silent.
Please be careful."

       "Aunty, will you love me?" She hugged and kissed Charlie several
times."

       "Charlie, I would love you even if you weren't my nephew, but my
heart is telling me that I'm not wrong."

       "Wait and see Margarita and Françoise, you will be astonished how
good they are. Françoise is a swimming champion in the school, and
Margarita is the cleverest girl I ever met."

       "Your mom was very, very intelligent, too. Now shut up, your dad is
coming. I'll give you my phone number." She slid a paper slip into the
boy's pocket. Patrick came down and noticed the connection between his son
and the woman; he did not say anything. The car was waiting for them;
Patrick drove until they reached the attractive and quiet zone. Margarita
motioned him to stop in front of an old villa; they descended from the car
close to a large fenced house with a few small trees in the garden. She
rang the bell and immediately an old man came to open the tall iron-gate.

       "Glad to see you, Mrs Martin. Can I help you?"

       "Glad to see you, Mr Bernard. I'm bringing a client for Mr Marat."
The man smiled leading them to the house. He introduced the couple and the
boy to the owner of the house, an old and elegant man over his
seventies. He spoke correct English. They discussed buying the house and
the cost. He showed the house to Patrick who found it interesting and was
ready to buy it without discussing anything regarding the cost. He thought
it was a bargain; yet, it needed a lot of work to restore it, introducing
new items in the kitchen and renewing electric and plumb installations. The
old man then said:

       "Mr McLain, I love this house. I was an architect and built it when
I was young. My wife designed it. We planned to have six children, so we
bought furniture and everything with this aim. Unfortunately, she died when
my son was a teenager, after a long sickness. My son told me not to sell
the house because he would fill it with children if he were not killed
during the war; however, he was a pilot in the RAF and was shot down and
killed by the Nazis. He was my only family, so I lost any interest in
continuing working. Bernard and I stay in this house, consuming all my
patrimony. Now we are too old and want to end our lives in a residence; the
house is too old and needed for repairs that I cannot afford." Patrick
stared at the man with sympathy who was near to break of emotion.

       "Mr Marat, I'll buy the house at the cost you say; however, I would
like to ask you and Mr Bernard for a favour: You love this house,
therefore, there are not any more suitable persons to carry out its
restoration. I'll pay you a salary, if necessary." The old men exchanged a
look and could be seen their satisfaction and emotion.

       "Mr McLain, we'll gladly do the job, and I promise you'll be more
than satisfied when we finish our work."  They went to a Notary's office
and signed the related documents. Mr Marat took the phone and started
making calls to old friends. It seemed they had recovered ten years of
their lives. While they were at the Notary, Margarita took Charlie to her
house that was right a block down on the opposite side. As they entered the
house, a girl came downstairs to hug and kiss her mom. She glanced at
Charlie and without any introduction, she hugged and kissed him. Charlie
was astonished for the similarity of the girl to his sister Margarita;
however, she was not gold blond as his sister's, but light brown-haired.

       "Jeanette, this is Charlie Lambert, the son of my boss. They have
bought the "funny house", so probably you'll be with him at the school next
September." The girl looked into Charlie's eyes and she knew he was not a
stranger for her.

       "Mom, it seems to me that I have known him all my life." Charlie
smiled.

       "That's the sensation that I have," Charlie said. He knew she
probably was his cousin, nevertheless, he could say nothing until his Aunty
authorises him. She showed Charlie the house and then went to meet Mr Marat
that had come back from the Notary's office. Mr Marat then said:

       "Next Monday an army of workers will start packaging the household
goods; the furniture and the house will be restored as new."

Margarita introduced his daughter to Patrick, and after kissing the girl,
the man took Margarita and the children apart, and then said:

       "We must celebrate this. Would you accept to have lunch with us?"
Margarita was to say no, however, Charlie's eyes told her to accept. She
doubted for a moment:

       "Well children, what do you think?" They at unison said:

       "Please, please, say yes!"

       "Okay. Let's go." Patrick smiled at her and she must hide her
redness as an adolescent. She asked herself what was happening to
her. Since her husband died, she had had many contacts with men, she had
received a few proposals, and however, she never felt anything. Patrick
also was thinking about her. He had had many women in his life, including
his son's mother; never he felt so attracted to anyone, yet, this beautiful
blonde and her kindness were making him think. They went to the restaurant;
it was a very warm day and the children asked to swim; they hired swimsuits
and jumped into the restaurant's pool while they had an aperitif.  The
contrast between the two young bodies was evident.

       "You have a nice tan. Where did you get it?" The girl asked the boy.

       "I just have come from Spain." Then, approaching her where nobody
could hear, he added: "I have the same tan all over my body." She blushed,
thinking about the boy being nude, and grinned.

       "Did you swim naked?"

       "Yes, we did all except the girls. But please, don't say it to
anyone." She smiled in complicity. At that moment, Margarita called them
for lunch. They dried, dressed, and sat in a different table since there
were only two available, each for two persons.

       "I need to go to the toilette," Charlie said standing. He crossed
with the waiter who came to take the order; the young man approached the
girl and asked about her order. She ordered and then the waiter said:

       "What's about your brother?"

       "He is not my brother." The waiter looked at her perplexed:

       "No one would say that. He must be a very close parent of yours
because you two look like as two drops of water; except he's blond and you
light brown-haired." She quickly thought.

       "Well, yes, we are cousins. He will have the same as me." She felt
very proud to say that. She would be very happy to have this boy as his
cousin. "How I would brag in the school in front of the other girls having
so beautiful cousin!" She thought as she sighed. They had lunch and after
another couple of hours in the swimming pool, they ended the lovely day
returning home, stopping at the school to register Charlie as a new
student.  Classes would start in two weeks. Patrick thanked Margarita for
the great day they had enjoyed together.  Charlie kissed Jeanette goodbye
and then Margarita, but in a low whisper he said:

       "Thanks, mamá, for the lovely day. I love you." They kissed on
the cheeks and she grinned at him. The connexion had been established. They
went to the hotel and after showering, Charlie asked permission to his dad
to call to Spain. As he was authorised he placed the international call for
an hour later, to get thru when his dad was not there, he had to continue
with the secrecy. Patrick excused himself telling his son that he had to go
to the embassy for some business. Five minutes later he received the call
and spoke with Francis, and Margarita, unfortunately, Joan wasn't
there. "Please tell I miss him a lot." He obtained the address and as soon
as he finished talking, he dialled his "mama's" number and told her. Then
he put on the TV and relaxed. A few minutes later, he was within a lovely
slumber. Meanwhile, his aunty Margarita was getting ready for her journey
of next day to Normandy. She told her daughter it was a business trip,
however, the girl did not believe her but she did not argue. Margarita sat
on the train's wagon, she was alone and started to reel back those instants
of the train's accident; the corpses lying on the floor, some pleading
help, others did not move. Probably he saw his dear sister's body covered
by blood before some strong hands lifted her from the horrible scene,
Mother Nature did the rest to protect her young mind and the same did for
her sister, now she was sure of that. In her dreams, she did not see the
boy, but her adored Jeanette's face. She could not stop two hot tears
rolled down on her cheeks.

It was around 10:00 am when Margarita knocked on the large door. A young
nun opened the orphanage's gate.  Margarita heard the children's yells as
they were playing in the background. Her heart bled thinking about her
sister. The nun wide opened her eyes, and stammering asked:

       "Can, can I help you, Madame?"

       "Yes, please. I would like to see Mother Superior." The young nun
without asking her name said:

       "Sure. Please enter and sit down." She left her at the Superior's
office and near ran to advise her boss that was instructing some orders to
another nun.

       "Reverend Mother, you, you, have a visit."

       "Who is it, daughter? It is not visiting time." The old woman
watched the anxiety in the nun's young face.

       "Well, she is, she is... the lady that used to come to see you and
Sister Dolores." The old woman looking patiently said:

       "Are you mad? Or have you seen a ghost?"

       "Sorry Reverend Mother, it is her, or at least, someone like her."
The old woman went to his office, opened the door as Margarita turned
around from the window. The old nun stopped in the middle of the room, she
pressed the cross hanging from her neck with her right hand.

       "Jesus Christ, it can't be!" Margarita approached the old woman,
took her hand and with tears, she kissed it.

       "Yes Reverend Mother, you are right, I'm Margarita, but not the one
you are thinking about. She was my twin sister, her name was Jeanette."

       "God bless you, my daughter. Now I understand why the young were so
surprised. You are so alike that no one could distinguish one from
another. She never told us she had a sister or any family.

       "Reverend Mother, I have just come to rebuild her name and to find
out about her. Apparently, we have been living 150 kilometres far from each
other during the past 25 years without knowing we existed. The old nun
encouraged her to continue. I'll start right from the beginning, and then
you can ask me any question. I want to describe a whole picture of our
lives and I would want you to complete your part."

       "Margarita, this is a very unusual moment when we find out the total
life of one of our children. I thank you in advance. We'll need some
coffee." She rang a small bell and the young nun appeared. "Please prepare
some coffee and tell Sister Dolores not to go anywhere, I'll need her
within a few minutes. Please, proceed."  Margarita after a pause started:

       "We lived with our parents not far from here. My dad was the best of
fathers, always ready to please us.  He was a senior locomotive driver and
every day he drove to Paris and back again. My sister and I were waiting
for him to come back and we used to run to hug and kiss him. He was very
happy with us and used to say he had the most beautiful girls on the world,
he would not want any more children; well that was because mom, after our
birth, could not conceive more babies. SCNF organized a trip to Paris once
a year for employees and their families. After our 9th birthday, he took us
to Paris to see many monuments, especially the zoo. During the trip, he
took us to the locomotive and his assistant showed us everything: That was
not his normal subordinate; he was a young man acting as a replacement
since the real one, our neighbour, his 10 y/o son was sick and remained at
home. We spent a great day the family together; however, when we were
returning, around fifty kilometres from here, took place that terrible rail
crash; more than 120 people reported being dead, many of them children and
a lot wounded. I can't exactly remember what happened and what caused the
accident. Two days later, I found myself on a bed near unconscious. In
front of me was our neighbour's wife tenderly kissing and caring me. I was
asking for my mom and my sister. I can perfectly remember how she gently
hugged me, her tears rolling on her cheeks. I guessed the worst. She told
me all my family was in heaven with the little Jesus and the Virgin Maria."
Margarita paused as those sad memories came to her again.

Chapter 36
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       "I don't want to extend of how I suffered and missed them, however,
children tend to recover faster than adults, besides, and she thanked God
for her child had been sick that day." Margarita tears rolled down her
cheeks as she was expressing her thoughts. "The time went by, we grew and I
married her son. We had twins, a boy and a girl; my son was always sick
mostly like his father and died when he was 2 y/o. My daughter, a very
healthy girl, is 11 y/o today. My mother in law was a brave and healthy
woman, on the contrary of her husband, that was a weak and fainthearted man
in all senses. He recognized my family corpses and I was put under their
custody and care until a parent could claim me since no one came, I
remained with them. When my foster father was very sick, he told me he
recognized my dad and my mother's corpses clearly, nevertheless, when he
was requested to identify my sister, had not the strength to see one by one
the many children dead bodies, he pointed out to a blond girl of our age
with long plaits and a red and white dress. I hated that man at that moment
because I had lost the opportunity to find my sister."

       "Why? Perhaps he was right after all."

       "No, he wasn't. I assumed probably she was dead, but that was not
her corpse. Only a couple weeks before the accident, she asked mom to cut
off her plaits because our neighbour's son annoyed her pulling from them;
yet, he always was very kind to me. Besides, my mother had prepared two
lovely white and green dresses for this event, adorned with pink flowers at
the top." Margarita paused for a moment as she extracted from her handbag
an old black and white picture and showed to the nun as she continued. "A
couple of weeks later we received this picture taken by a photographer in
front of the tiger's cage. As you can see, Jeanette had no plaits." She
paused and took a sip from her coffee.

	"I ignored how my husband could call us apart; he told me later
that he could not see any difference but something told him who I was. He
died three years ago after a long sickness he got during the war fighting
as a messenger boy within the Résistance. The SCNF took care of my
education and when I was 21, I received the money for my dead family. I
bought a house in the outskirt of Paris where I live. A few weeks ago I
applied for a job within the American Embassy, after the interview..." She
related the encounter with Charlie. That's all. She paused while the nun
was thinking, then she added: "Please, Reverend Mother, why did you name
her Margarita?" The old woman thought for a moment, sipped some coffee and
said:

       "Let me complete your story. Two days later, after the fatal
accident, a military vehicle stopped at our door, and an officer delivered
us a little blond girl with short and curly hair, still, we could see dry
blood on her dirty dress and her forehead, but she was not seriously
injured. They had found her wandering on the road. It was pre-war times and
the military man did not explain where he picked the girl up, he only said
he thought would be a consequence of a road accident; he hurried and left
us. We asked her about her name and who her family was, however, we
couldn't get any answer from her; she looked absent-minded. We bathed and
dressed her in a fresh dress, she could not even eat, and we had to feed
her like a baby. Our doctor, a bad believer but a good physician, said that
probably she had been exposed to a great shock and that she would recover
within some time, however, there was a remote possibility she never could
get her memory back. That was nothing abnormal, especially in children, but
Nature's tool to recover a body that otherwise would be lost if she
continued thinking about the terrible shock." The nun paused and continued.

       "He was right. A month later, she started showing signs of
recovery. She never asked for food or spoke, though she could handle the
spoon and eats with it. One day she was sat on the yard and a little girl
of 5 called another girl as Margarita, she moved her head, then the sister
in charge of the little children made the little girl approach her and
called Margarita. She did and she smiled at her and offered her hand. From
that moment, a fast recovery started, and after a month, she was absolutely
a new person, yet she couldn't remember anything before the little girl
called her. However, what convinced us was a little golden cross she had
hanging from her neck, there was written the same name." Margarita sighed
and she felt a blur on her yes.

       "Do you still keep that cross?"

       "No. During the war, a German officer came and asked for all the
valuable objects that we had even sacred ones." Margarita then extracted
from her handbag a little golden cross with the name of Jeanette. She
showed it to the nun.

       "Was it the same as this one?" The nun took it into her hands and
kissed the sacred object.

       "Yes, it was absolutely the same, but with the name Margarita on the
back of it."

       "Our mother bought them and took to the church to be blessed by the
priest. In the school, they had difficulties to call us apart if we were
dressed the same, especially when we made pranks, so they asked for a
solution. However, we traded the crosses many times for fun; the last time
was a little before she cut her hair."

The old nun rang the little bell and asked to call Sister Dolores: "She is
the little girl that became the closest friend of your sister." Someone
knocked on the door and the old woman said: "Please, come in, Sister
Dolores."  Margarita stood and as the new nun saw her, she materially
dropped in Margarita's arms.

       "Margarita! Margarita! How are you? We were told you..." She reacted
and slowly separated from her, deeply blushing. "I'm... sorry, you can't
be..." Margarita tenderly hugged the nun and smiled at her.

       "Sorry Sister Dolores, but I'm Margarita Martin, née Valois. The
person you loved was my twin sister Jeanette. I hope I'll enjoy your
friendship, too." The nun blushed again.

       "We loved each other as two sisters can, though she was a little bit
older than I was. We were mutual confidants until she stopped coming." She
referred to how they played and enjoyed their childhood until Jeanette
decided to get married and she professed to be a nun. "She came every year
once or twice to see us; she always showed me the pictures of her children,
even when she was in America brought me her last child's.  No one knew it,
except me.

       "Why did she go to America abandoning two beautiful children here in
France? I can't believe it. I would have never done a thing like that." The
young nun bent her head, and near in whispers, she said:

       "I know the circumstances, but I'm afraid I cannot tell you. I
suppose her husband would. It is something private. The only thing I can
say to you is that her husband, Mr Charles Lambert, is a great gentleman,
she deeply loved him. He is an elegant and handsome man." She blushed as
she said that in front of her Superior.  "God bless him; he had made many
contributions to this house, especially after he married your sister."

       "And before, too." The old nun pointed out.

       "Do you mean the famous lawyer?"

       "Yes." The old nun confirmed; she then added: "Margarita, since you
are here, if you don't mind, I'll call the Judge so he writes down your
manifestations and we can close you sister's dossier." She nodded. She made
a phone call and a few minutes later an old man and his secretary
arrived. He heard again the story and took the cross and the picture, which
were photographed again. They raised a long report that was signed by all
presents as witnesses, he then said:

       "Mr Lambert will be called to testify the new events." Margarita
thought in the implications and told the Judge:

       Please, Sir, I would suggest you wait some time doing this, let's
say 3 or 4 weeks. I still don't know my family and I would like to tell
them myself."

       "It is fair enough. Don't worry, we have much to do; so, even not
postponing it, it will take a minimum of three weeks, meantime, we'll keep
the subject "sub judice" so nobody can release a word of it." Margarita
thanked for the favour. When they finished, the nuns invited her for lunch,
however, she declined the invitation arguing she had to take the 4:00 pm
train back to Paris. She hugged all of them and promised to come back with
the outcome of all. It was dark when she arrived home; Jeanette hugged and
kissed her mother.

       "Mom, you must be tired. Charlie has called three times, but he
didn't tell me anything; he wanted to speak to you." Margarita dragged her
daughter to the little comfortable sofa, looked into her lovely blue eyes
as two tears came down her cheeks. "Mom, why are you crying? Is it anything
wrong?"

       "Jeanette, Charlie is your cousin, son of my sister Jeanette." She
opened her blue eyes in disbelief.

       "Mom, but you have told me many times that she died in the rail
crash. How can it be possible?"

       "She didn't die. Apparently..." She told the story she had heard
during the day in the orphanage.

       "Mom, I must tell you that I guessed something. When we were having
lunch, the waiter confused Charlie as my brother; he said we were as two
drops of water of different sex, age and hair." Margarita hugged her
daughter again.

       "We had a family, though we thought we were alone. Now I want you to
keep your mouth shut, except with Charlie, until I speak with your uncle
Charles Lambert and your cousins Margarita and Françoise." The little
girls opened her lovely mouth astonished.

       "Do I have more cousins apart from Charlie?

       "Yes, a girl named Margarita and a boy named Françoise. They are
twins. That's what Charlie told me."

       "I can't believe it!" The girl said amazed. "When will you talk to
them, mom?"

       "I'll do as soon as the circumstances allow it. I need some time to
order my thoughts. I would like to give them a surprise, but I must first
speak to their father."

Charlie was in the hotel nervous and excited waiting to have a chance to
call his mom Margarita, as he called her for himself. His dad entered in
the shower and he dialled the number. Jeanette took the phone.

       "It is me, Charlie. Jeanette. Can I..." Before he could finish, she
added:

       "I'm glad to hear you Cousin Charles; a great hug for you." Charlie
stopped breathing as his eyes blurred.

       "Is mom there?" Before he could end the sentence he heard:

       "Charlie, son! I was right; but please, please, don't say it to
anybody. We can't speak until I do with your papa Charles." He recovered
and only could say:

       "I love you, mom. Please don't leave me again!"

       "I'll never leave you, Charlie; even if have to fight against the
whole world." Margarita could hear Charlie's sobs. She kept silent for some
moments and then added: "Charlie, we love you. Soon all this will be over
and we'll be together. A great hug and kiss, my son."

       "I love you, mom." He held down the phone as his dad was coming out
from the bathroom. He went to his bedroom and started rummaging on the
drawers as looking for something, while he recovered, so his father could
not see his red eyes.

The following Monday, Margarita started working for Patrick, and Charlie
attended a summer school while his dad was at work, mostly to spend his
free time and to improve his Spanish as well. It was established for
children of the diplomatic people that have different school systems. Every
day that Margarita worked near Patrick, her feelings became stronger about
him, definitely, she admitted she had started loving the man. She now
realised that what she had felt for her husband had been compassion and
friendship, however, now she was experiencing something new and different
from what she had felt before. The same was happening to Patrick. He had
known many women, including the mother of his son, however, he had tried to
love her, but she always refused him. Many times, she told him he was a
good friend, but nothing else. Her pregnancy and her son had been an
accident, a blessed accident, as she used to call it.

On Friday, as soon as they finished work, picked Charlie up from the hotel
and the three went to inspect the work at the house. While they were
talking to Mr Marat and Bernard, Charlie went to meet his cousin Jeanette.
She was waiting for him into the house. The girl hugged and kissed him on
the lips. It was a quick kiss, but Charlie felt how his little dick started
to grow and he blushed.

       "I like you, Cousin Charlie."

       "I like you, too, Jeanette." Hand in hand they sat on the sofa and
she told him all about her mother's trip to Normandy. "I would like to see
grandpa and grandma's grave. As soon as everything is clarified, I'll
propose Françoise and Margarita to go there. Will you come with us?" The
little young girl smiled.

       "I'll go with you to the end of the world." They laughed happily. At
that instant Margarita entered, hugging and kissing the children. They
remained for a long minute all three wrapped in a mutual hug. Then she
kissed again her boy and her girl.

       "Charlie, I suppose Jeanette has told you everything. So it is
essential not to release a single word to anybody."

       "But what shall I say to my friends in the school when they see me
and Charlie together?" The girl protested.

       "I hope to have everything solved in two weeks. It is time for
school to start."

       "All girls will envy me when they see me with a so beautiful
cousin." Margarita grinned and hugged again her family; her daughter was as
much as her late sister Jeanette, except for her hair. Charlie then added:

       "Anyone hasn't told you are a pretty girl, cousin?" They laughed
again. Thru the window he watched his father coming. They changed to as
normal friends. Patrick greeted Jeanette and kissed her on the cheeks.

       "I had planned something for the next Friday, however, papa Charles
had told me that Françoise and Margarita will arrive in the evening and
we must go to receive them to the airport. Then we'll proceed to Normandy
to spend the weekend there. On Monday they are returning to school, so Mrs
Martin will be alone to deal with the house restoration.

       "It will be a short time," Charlie complained.

       "Yes, I know, but they had spent the total of their holidays in
Spain. The school will start on Monday and they must be there." Margarita
and the children gazed each other, but they understood they could do
nothing.  Time would come to regain the lost days.

They returned to the hotel, and while Charlie was showering, Patrick
extracted a yellow envelope from inside his jacket and started to read a
secret report about Margarita's trip. Every step had been followed and
written down, along with some pictures; however, it did not clarify the
Judge's presence in the orphanage. That would come during the next week. It
was normal this type on investigation about a new employee committed to
serious and secret activity. He had found his son extremely happy but
nothing could justify such happiness, except the friendship with the little
girl. He had asked Charlie, but he only said, "I am happy. That's all."

The week went by, and on Thursday Patrick received the rest of the report;
the Service had bribed a Judge's employee to get the information. Now he
understood and it was explained his son's happiness, but his problem was he
could not participate in that happiness, on the contrary, he could not
disclose his information. On the other hand, he was really in love with
that efficient, beautiful and kind woman, he felt the need for an approach
to her. That afternoon during the work he said:

       "Mrs Martin, I must say you are fully complying with our
expectations about you..."

       "Thanks, Mr McLain..." She smiled at him. He blushed like a
teenager.

       "If you don't mind, whenever no strange person is around, I would
like you to forget to call me Mr." She grinned at him and said:

       "Alright, Patrick. I think that'll make easier our work. That has
nothing to do with respect for each other."  That day, during the midday
break, she made a phone call to Charles Lambert, asking him for a meeting
in his hotel the following week. He agreed and it was fixed for Wednesday
morning around noon. Charles was surprised as he ignored everything about
her; he had accepted to meet the woman because she told him she was working
for Patrick. "I'll call him, besides doing my proper investigation," he
thought. That evening Charles phoned Patrick, while Charlie was having a
shower.

       "Patrick, I have received a call from your assistant, asking me for
a meeting. I have accepted based upon the fact she knows you. How is she
like?"

       "You have done well accepting her request, you'll be surprised, so I
prefer not to tell you how she looks like, only that she is a very
intelligent and a beautiful woman. She is a widow; her husband's name was
Lionel Martin who died three years ago. She looks like a brave and
efficient woman."

       "Alright, I'll transmit you the outcome of our meeting." Patrick
ended the call as he thought: "My dear friend, you are going to be highly
surprised." Charles made a second call, and the one who answered him
promised to come back with information before the week ended or next Monday
the longest.

       Friday came and all together went to the airport to receive
Françoise and Margarita. As usual, Charlie ran and hugged his brother
and sister, kissing Uncle Carl.

       "You don't look very happy, brother." Francis looked at him and
dragged him to his chest, murmuring on his ears.

       "My heart's broken; I have left my little wife in Spain and won't
see her for a few months. However, you look very content."

       "I have my reasons, not only because I see you, but for something
else that I can't tell you right now."

       "You, my little brother, cannot say it to me? I can't believe
it. Have you fucked some other girl?" Charlie blushed to remember those
events and broadly smiled."

       "No, it is nothing like that, it is much, much more important than
that." Françoise got serious.

       "Charlie, what is it so serious? He looked at his brother and got
serious, too.

       "I'm sorry brother, but I can't tell you it by now." Françoise
understood he could not force his little brother, "he must have a powerful
reason for that," he thought. They proceeded to Normandy, as soon as they
arrived, the three went to hug and kiss the old lady to whom they loved as
their second mother. The evening was exciting as the brothers played and
ran thru the garden and the house.

Still, there was light, so they took the bikes and rode them enjoying their
home and being together. It was a clear evening and a beautiful sunset
started; the three brothers stopped the bikes and sat on a little hill, not
far from the house. They contemplated the view with ecstasies, Charlie in
the middle wrapped by his brother's arms. He looked at them and murmured as
a pray.

       "There is nothing in the world as beautiful as this." Margarita
hugged his little brother; her eyes were blurred as she sighed.

       "I scarcely can remember, it is like a dream, but mom liked a lot to
come here with us and watch the beautiful sunsets, especially in summer,
like now."

       "I clearly remember those moments, sister. It was not a dream,"
Francis said. They remained together until the sun disappeared behind a
little cloud over the horizon on the west, and then returned home joking
and playing.

Chapter 37
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That night and the following day were an exciting time for
them. Françoise was tempted to insist on his little brother about his
secret, he felt it was something important, the little boy had ever cheated
him. He had just finished a shower and put on his nightgown to go to
bed. He changed his mind and entered his little brother's room; he heard
the noise of the water in the large tub; he opened the door and found
Charlie playing with his little dick. Françoise grinned and felt his
cock starting to grow.

       "Are you enjoying with your little brother?" Charlie smiled.

       "Yes. Please close the door." He did.

       "I'll teach you how to get the best results. Place your left hands
under your balls sack, and then make a cup down your dick with all fingers,
so that when you pull down the foreskin the head touches your palm." The
little boy did as told and started masturbating himself. Soon little moans
came from the child enjoying his touches. Francis then added: "Still there
is a better way to enjoy but it must be done by someone else." Charlie
stopped and stared at his brother.

       "Joan and I did to each other, it was lovely. I miss him a
lot. Please Françoise, do it to me and I'll do it to you afterwards. We
cannot do it together because I'm smaller than you." Francis thought for a
moment and considered it.

       "No way, Charlie. We are brothers and we shouldn't do that."

       "Because we are brothers I ask you, please, please, Françoise."
He looked into his little brother's eyes pleading and he knew he could not
deny him anything, besides; he was very hard after watching him.

       "Okay, I'll do it to you, but you won't do it to me, right?" The
little boy nodded a bit disappointed. Francis took off his gown and sat on
the large tub; he took on his arms the little boy and started kissing and
licking his ears' lobes, then his neck. Charlie started to moan, his little
dick hard asking for attention. Francis continued, he kissed his red lips
and for a few moments, their tongues swirled together. He left the kissing
and continued licking and sucking the little nipples. Charlie did not know
whether to laugh or moan as he felt the ticklish and lust at the same
time. Françoise placed him on his back and continued down to his lovely
cock that was jerking with every heartbeat in anticipation. To the little
boy's disappointment, he missed it and went to his feet. One by one, he
licked and sucked his toes, then his calves and finally he reached his
little brother tanned thighs.  Instinctively the boy spread his legs to
give better access to his brother's head. He reached his older brother head
and wrapped it trying to get Francis' mouth to suck his dick, but instead,
the teenager raised the little boy's legs to his chest and licked the
crevice between his anus and balls. Little Charlie could not wait anymore;
he was trembling and wanting a release of his body's need.

	"Please, please, brother; suck my dick!" He pleaded almost
sobbing. Françoise even without touching himself was also close to his
point of no return. He took his brother balls into his mouth and sucked
them for a moment; a few seconds later he engulfed the little hard dick in
his mouth and sucked it eagerly, concentrating on the small
dickhead. Charlie could not resist those caresses and he was breathing
hard; his hands on his brother's head pushing down his blond head. Suddenly
he lifted his hips, stopped breathing as a powerful groan came thru his dry
throat as the near ten-year-old boy received the impact of his dry
orgasm. Françoise too, with a couple of strokes, started spurting his
semen, his first shot landed on his little brother tummy, the rest went
into the bathtub bottom as he pushed his adolescent dick down. He collapsed
on top of his brother boy's tummy.  A few minutes later, he felt his hands
rubbing his head; he lifted it and kissed his loved angel. He came a little
bit down and licked his semen.

       "Do you want me to disclose my secret to you?"

       "No, if you have promised not to tell it. Secrets must be kept like
that until the other person authorises you to release it; otherwise, it
wouldn't be a secret." The little boy hugged Françoise.

       "Thanks, brother for helping me. It was beautiful. I have enjoyed it
as never before."

       "I'll never do it to you again." The little imp smiled because he
knew his brother would do it again if he pleaded him to. He then asked.

 "How does it taste, Françoise?"

 "What? The white stuff?

       "Yes." Francis looked to his still near erected dick and with the
tip of his finger took a little of the remaining from his previous
ejaculations and put it on his brother's tongue. He savoured it. "It is a
rare flavour, but not bad, a little salty."

       "Let's shower. I'll soap you and then you'll do it to me." He nodded
and both brothers did their cleaning and drying. Once they were ready, he
took in his strong arms his little brother and tucked him in his bed. He
kissed him goodnights and left. Half an hour later, he heard Patrick
entering into his son's room. He was under the covers reading a little
book, a present from Nuria. Patrick peeked thru the door, gave him good
nights and left after kissing his near asleep son.

The weekend finished, and on Sunday afternoon, the family split
again. Françoise and Margarita went to their respective schools and
Charlie returned with his father to Paris. School also started for
him. They established a routine: his father took him very early to
Margarita's home, there; he picked her up and returned to work. Boy and
girl would remain at home for half an hour before they walked up to the
nearby school. When they finished work, they would return to pick Charlie
up, so she would not need to take public transport.

On Wednesday, at lunchtime, she left for the hotel to meet Charles. He was
waiting for her because as soon as she arrived Mr Jenkins introduced her
into his private office. Charles stood and for a few moments, he was
astonished, he could not believe what he was watching. Then she came to his
rescue.

       "Sorry, Mr Lambert, but you aren't watching a ghost. I'm your wife's
twin sister. I expected Mr McLain would have said about my similarity to my
sister Jeanette.

       "I'm sorry Mrs Martin, I certainly called him, but he didn't give me
any clue how you looked like.

       "To start with, I must tell you her name was Jeanette, not
Margarita..." She told everything about what she had learned in the
orphanage and legal steps taken by the Judge to legalize her sister's
name. Charles kept silent while she was telling him all about their
story. She ended with her lovely eyes watering with tears as she told him:
"I would like you to answer me a few questions and to ask you for a favour;
I am ready to tell you anything you want to know."

       "Mrs Martin, first of all, you are my late wife's sister, therefore
my children's aunt; so please, call me Charles and forget about Mr; I'm
ready to answer your questions and your request.

       "Thank you. You have already made the favour that I wanted from you;
you have told me I'm the aunt of your children, that's enough for me. To
see and hug my family will come later. However, you are not obliged, but I
would like to know why she left you and her children, I would have never
abandoned my sons. The nun, who had been her closest friend and confidant,
knew everything, she was her best friend since they were in the orphanage,
yet she didn't release a single word about it, only she told me you were a
gentleman, a good father and that she dearly loved you. I believed her
because that fit into what little Charles said about you. He loves you as
much as he loves his father. That makes things even more difficult to
understand." Charles sighed; he remained in silence for a few moments and
then said:

       "Thanks, Margarita. There is an explanation and, believe me, I have
blamed myself thousands of times for her death, since indirectly I'm
responsible for this."

       "No, Charles. You aren't being fair with yourself. As far as I know,
she was a bright and intelligent woman. It was an accident, that's all."

       "Thanks again for your understandings, but it doesn't change the
facts. I was born rich and an only child. My father had a large fortune and
wanted an heir. He advised me I should marry a give him a grandchild, he
warned me if I had not a son or a daughter he would give all his fortune to
the Church." He paused for some moments and then resumed. "If he had said
he would destine his money for social activities or the welfare of poor
persons, as it used to say, I would have done nothing. I was a successful
lawyer and had money enough for my living, but I hated black-dressed people
who take their advantages to collect money from old persons. I had and
still have a close friend who is also a lawyer, we thought about the
strategy to follow, so I decided to get married. We went to the orphanage
and talked to Mother Superior. A few girls fitted into our plans. We
interviewed them and decided for Margarita, or Jeanette, as you say. I
talked her long and explained to her that I was homosexual, but I needed an
heir. I would give her a position, money, and a child to love if she gave
birth.  I also said she could do her own life, only taking care not to
detract our name. I would admit as mine any child she might conceive with
another man, whenever we weren't divorced."

"Unconditionally, I would be ready to divorce her if she asked me. She
could take our future child to where she liked and the time she wanted;
however, my only condition was that this had to be within France. Under no
circumstance, she would be allowed to take him or her abroad. She agreed
and we raised a document signed by us and two witnesses; I have a copy in
me safe. We got married, and ten months later she had twins, a boy and a
girl; Françoise and Margarita. That fulfilled all my expectations."
Charles then paused.

"She was an excellent mother and the children adored her. When the children
were four she started to make her own life, travelling to the South and
making friends. After the children 5th birthday, she left us. I did not see
her again until I was requested by the US authorities to recognize her
corpse. I abandoned my public career and devoted my life to be my
children's mother and father. I bathed and tucked them every night; I took
and picked them to school every day until they went to a boarding
institution, only three years ago." He paused for a moment.

"Nevertheless, when she died I learnt my plan had failed: she had fallen in
love with me. I had never contemplated that possibility. That wasn't
foreseen in our calculations and I did not know her feelings; otherwise, I
would have made love to her, but I felt would offend her as I thought she
did not love me.  Obviously, I was wrong, but I have known it too late,
only when Patrick told me she refused several times to marry him."

       "Charles, you should not blame yourself; unfortunately she also
wasn't sincere with you. Many misunderstandings happened, we know now the
results when it is impossible to rectify. I think we should look ahead and
live our lives and especially to love and care for her children. I'm sure
she would have done the same otherwise."

       "In that case, Margarita, let's be a family. Now we need to agree on
how and when you like to know your nephews and niece. For my part, I would
like to know your daughter as soon as you believe is the right moment.  I
want to tell her how brave her father was." Margarita wide opened her eyes
in disbelief.

       "Did you know him?"

       "Yes, we worked in the same cell-group in the war; he was a brave
boy, and the cause he was awarded the cross of "Legion d'Honeur" imposed by
the General De Gaulle."

       "She'll very happy to hear from someone who knew her father. I knew
very little about his war activities, only about the cross. This afternoon,
when we finish work, we'll go to pick Charlie up; it will be a good moment
to know her if you like it."

       "I would much appreciate that." Then Margarita asked:

       "Do you have any picture here of Françoise and Margarita? I don't
know how they look like." Charles extracted a brown envelope and showed a
picture of Francis and Jim bare-chested with two medals hanging from their
neck happily looking to the camera; another one showed the three brothers:
in the middle Charlie, sided by Margarita and Francis. Margarita
sighed. "Who is the boy near Françoise?"

       "He's his school's roommate and best friend, James Martinez, from
Spain. Practically this boy entirely changed Françoise. Well, you will
have the opportunity to know him; he is a great and bright boy."

They ended the meeting. Charles kissed Margarita on the cheeks as a
family. When the work was over, he joined Patrick and went to Margarita's
home. Charlie and Jeanette had finished school an hour before; during this
time they had been working on their school home works and had a glass of
milk with biscuits. He heard his dad's car and went out, however, he was
greatly surprised to see papa Charles; he hugged and kissed him, Jeanette
remained near the door, she kissed her mom and kept looking at the elegant
man. Her mother introduced her to him:

       "Jeanette, this is Charles Lambert, an old friend of your dad,
besides, the father of your cousins Françoise and Margarita, therefore,
your uncle." The child's eyes sparkled when she heard that. She kissed him
and Charles was surprised by the features of this girl, very much the same
as his daughter, except the hair.  They visited the house that was now
almost restored, expecting the works would finish the following week; only
it needed to be furnished.

Patrick and Margarita continued working and every day they were closer;
both felt the need to be together and to declare their mutual love. Patrick
decided not to wait anymore, so he planned for the next Friday to ask her
to marry him. He had failed twice before and wanted this time to be
sure. He did not want to lose his son under any circumstance, so he would
ask him first. She had remained a widow for the last three years and they
lived, not with luxury, but comfortably. On Thursday, when Charlie
showered, before going to bed, as usual, he was naked but wrapped in a
thick gown. He sat on his dad's lap as he did every night with his curly
head on Patrick's chest. Patrick did not know how to start, however, as
Charlie was resting on his chest, the boy said:

       "Dad, I would like to ask you something."

       "What is it, son? Charlie doubted but he said:

       "Dad, do you like aunt... Mrs Martinez?" He rectified. His dad
grinned.

       "Yes, I like her very much. She is a beautiful and very efficient
woman."

       "I, I, would be very pleased if you could marry her." Patrick
squirmed in delight as a teenager.

       "Are you serious? Do you like her, Charlie?"

       "Yes dad, a lot; she is so similar to mom...It is as if she was with
us again."

       "Of course she must be since she's her twin sister." Charlie quickly
moved back from his dad's chest.

       "How do you know that, dad?

       "I know it, but I can't say how and who told me, besides, I'm going
to ask her to marry me, because I love her." Charlie could not believe what
he was hearing. He started kissing madly his father's face.

       "Oh! Daddy, I'm sure she will. I love her heaps, as Joan used to
say. Sorry, dad, I didn't tell you, but she told me to wait."

       "Has she told you that she loves me?"

       "No, she hasn't, but my cousin Jeanette admires you a lot, and she
told me she would be very happy having me as a brother and cousin at the
same time, so I'm sure aunty Margarita has told her something."  Patrick
hugged his son very tightly, and then he stood, went to the nightstand and
showed Charlie a little box.

       "Please, open it." Charlie did and watched a lovely gold ring with a
green stone on it. Patrick added: "I'll give it to her tomorrow if she
accepts me."

       "Oh, dad, that would be fantastic! We would live in the new house
altogether. Don't we?"

       "Those are my plans, son. They hugged and Charlie went to bed. A few
kilometres away, Margarita was having a similar conversation with her
daughter Jeanette.

       "Jeanette, dad passed away three years ago, we have found our family
and I would like to give you a new father, however, I'll do nothing, if you
don't like him." The girl thought for a moment and then said:

       "Mom, we are very happy together, but for me, it will be great if I
could live with Charlie. We love him and now we'll see Margarita and
Françoise. Why don't you ask his dad to marry you?" She smiled, kissed
her daughter and said:

       "You know that it isn't considered of a good education a woman asks
a man, on the contrary..." The girl interrupted her.

       "But mom, he is very handsome! Don't you like him?" She hugged her
child.

       "I like him very much," She said with a grin. "To be honest, I think
it is the first time I love a man after your father." Then she jumped and
hugged her mom.

       "Will you accept him if he asks you?"

       "Sure, I will; daughter." They smiled went to bed.

Next day, Friday, when they finished work, Patrick and Margarita went to
pick their children up and see the house that had been finished its
restoration; carpets, curtains, etc. were ready, except for the furniture
that had been restored and polished, and a few items had been purchased to
complete the old household goods. The building and garden now looked
brightly. They picked up the children and entered the house; Mr Marat
received them with a wide smile.

       "Patrick, the house is ready to be furnished. Tomorrow they'll start
installing the old and new items.  Bernard and I are satisfied with the
job; it is something we had planned a long time ago, now our dreams have
come true."

       "Thanks, Mr Marat." Charlie and Jeanette ran thru the different
rooms; however, what more interested them was the old cellar, with many
bottles of all kind of wines, and the loft. Patrick took Margarita's hand
and as a child, he dragged her upstairs and started showing her the seven
rooms and new bathrooms. In a moment she looked thru the window, in front
was her old little house. She sighed and said:

       "It is a beautiful house to live in, Patrick." Patrick took her
hands and looked into those beautiful blue eyes."

       "Margarita, I love you and I would like to make true your dreams,
living in it with me and our children. Do you want to marry me?" She was
now the one who looked at his eyes."

       "I would lie to you if I said no because I love you from the first
moment I saw you. I know the children will like it, at least my daughter,
but I don't want to interfere in your relationship with your American
family. You must realise I'm a poor girl. You should not forget that."
Patrick dragged her to his chest and tenderly kissed her for the first
time.

       "Margarita, I'm an adult now, not a silly young lad as when I asked
your sister. Then my family influenced me and I committed a grave mistake
that almost cost me my son's love; however, today my family is my son. My
father doesn't count, and you know very well how Charlie loves you." She
then returned the kiss.

       "I love you, too, Patrick." Patrick hugged her and kissed her
several times.

       "Let's call the children." They were as teenagers with their hands
entwined. He went to the door and shouted calling Charlie and Jeanette. In
seconds, they entered. "Charlie here is your new mom." Charlie ran and
jumped into Margarita's arms. Jeanette, without waiting she did the same
with Patrick. When they calmed down her happy manifestations, Patrick said:

       "Margarita, we must celebrate this." He extracted the little box
from his jacket, opened it and placed the beautiful ring in her finger.

       "Thanks for this moment. Let's go home and have dinner, then we'll
decide what to do next." They went downstairs as Patrick said:

 "Tonight will be our night, so get ready because I'll take you somewhere."

 "What about the children?"

 "Don't you know anyone who could babysit them?"

       "A baby sitter? No. Jeanette is a very responsible girl and never
needed one when I was working late. I have two bedrooms just in case, but I
never needed the extra one."

       "Charlie is more or less the same. I think they'll enjoy being
together one night." They transmitted the good news to Mr Marat who
congratulated them. When they were leaving, Patrick returned and, in a low
voice, he said to the old architect:

       "Mr Marat, if you live only a few years more, I'll make your dream
come true; this house will be full of children."

       "Nothing will make me happier, Patrick."

The children had dinner cooked by Margarita, they enjoyed the evening
together and planned the wedding.  They left Charlie and Jeanette in the
house advising they would come late, so they must be good children and
would phone them before they were ready to go to bed. As Charlie had no
pyjama, Margarita said:

       "What can we do?"

       "Oh, don't worry, he doesn't need any, he always sleeps almost
naked. Do you have a gown?

       "Yes, it is pink in colour, for a girl."

       "I don't mind mom. I'm not going outside." They kissed the children
and left. They went to dine to a restaurant in the old Paris and afterwards
to the theatre. Margarita phoned the children advising they would return in
the morning. So when the theatre play finished, Patrick said:

       "And now, what do you want, my beautiful blonde?"

       "I want to go to your hotel with you." She blushed and continued: "I
want to restore my sister's reputation doing what she did not do." He
caressed her tenderly and went to his hotel. That was their wedding night;
an aperitif of what the time to come reserved them. Meanwhile, Charlie and
Jeanette had showered, brushed their teeth and they were sat watching TV
when their mom called them. When the program finished, Jeanette put off the
set and asked his cousin:

       "What do you think they are going to do tonight? Mom never was late,
except when she was at work."  Charlie smirked slyly.

       "Well... They are in love, so the most natural is that they spend
the night making love." Jeanette wide opened her eyes; she was not used to
that type of conversation, besides, Charlie expressed so bluntly... though
she knew it.

       "Do you mean... making love as a wife and a husband?"

       "Yes. That's normal, they fuck when they love each other, no matter
whether they are married or not."

       "Charlie, that's a strong word!" Do you... do you mean your dad's
going to put his thing into mom?" She blushed and grinned at the same time.

       "I'm sure he will fuck her; his thing is his penis or as we the boys
call it, his dick or cock." The girl now smiled but blushed.

       "We have talked many times amongst my friends in the school about
it, some have brothers and have seen one, but I have not seen any."

       "Do you want to see mine? It is not very large yet, but within a few
years it will be as Françoise's; his penis is huge."

       "If, if, if you don't mind." Then the imp boy said wit a sly smile.

       "Of course I don't mind. With this conversation, it has started to
get hard." Charlie then took off his gown and pulled down his short
underwear. A lovely fine dick popped up. She smiled.

       "Can... can I touch it?"

       "Please do it; also my ball sack, but don't squeeze them, they are
very sensitive." Jeanette took his cousin's cock between his fingers and
with her other hand, she cupped the loose ball sack. She felt the hardness
and warmth of the boy's cock as well as the silky sensation of his ball
sack. "Pull it up and down slowly" Charlie instructed his cousin. She did
and the little boy moaned in pleasure. The girl got surprised; she thought
might have hurt him.

       "Did I hurt you?"

       "Oh no! Entirely the contrary, it feels very, very good." She
grinned satisfied. He then took some saliva and covered the
dickhead. "Increase the speed so I receive the nice feeling." She did as
told and could observe how the boy started moaning, his eyes closed. She
definitely thought he was enjoying what she was doing. How could she
participate? She thought. The boy read her thoughts and extending his arms
slipped his hand under her pyjama upper part. She squirmed at the boy's
touch. Charlie rubbed her chest and with care, he massaged the little
nipples that, as buttons, had started to grow announcing the girl's
puberty. They started breathing hard involved in their lust, but they were
not very comfortable. Charlie then said: "Let's go to the bed." They did
not doubt for moment. Hand and hand, they ran upstairs and jumped on the
bed. "Take your clothes off." She smiled with doubt, however, Charlie said:
"It is much better. I'll show you how nice it'll be." She reluctantly
removed her clothes, it was the first time she was naked in front of
someone, except her mother, she left her panties on.

       "How do you know all of this? You are very little." Before she could
get an answer Charlie planted a kiss on her lips. She was not surprised but
she change her opinion as she felt her cousin tongue trying to enter her
mouth, she opened wide her eyes but was enjoying their contacts. She parted
her teeth and amazingly, received his tongue inside her, starting to
explore her mouth. She felt a tingly sensation in her groins and a great
pleasure. Instinctively the girl sucked the little boy's tongue and soon
she took the initiative. After a few minutes, they broke the kiss and
Charlie immediately started licking and sucking the little springs she had
on her chest. She now moaned loudly.

       "Oh Charlie, that... that feels very nice." Charlie grinned, but he
was very close to of his dry orgasm. As she was receiving pleasure speeded
up the pace of her cousin's masturbation. Charlie then scooted down licking
and sucking her navel; she instinctively spread her legs and placed her
hands on top of the boy's head, caressing his silky curly golden
hair. Charlie felt his dick touching his cousin cunt and now remembered
what the girls did to him last Christmas on Normandy, however, now his dick
had grown a little more. He removed the girl's panties. When Jeanette felt
the boy's cock at the entrance of her vagina, an electric warm discharge
went thru her body; she was now breathing heavily as much as her cousin,
she felt how he pushed down his cock and she felt the warmth of that little
sausage into her. Charlie could not resist as he received the impact of his
dry orgasm, collapsing on top her. She thought he had fainted. She could
barely articulate:

       "Are... are you okay, Charlie?" He smiled.

       "Yes, I'm okay." He thought: you will experience it in a few
minutes.

       "Please, resume and don't stop." He did as instructed; he continued
licking her tummy and placed his dick again into the girl's vagina. He was
on top of her and started moving up and down his dick. He pushed it harder
and noticed how it slid into her cousin's cunt, as it happened the last
time; yet, this time, when his cock was almost buried in her, he noticed
how he could not go further. He pushed down hard; she was near her orgasm
for the first time on her short life, placed her hands on top of her
cousin's butt and helped him down.  She felt a sharp pain inside her as
Charlie's cock partially broke her hymen, however, it soon disappeared,
replaced by a wave of pleasure she could not control. She raised her hips;
stopped breathing and an involuntary loud moan came thru her
throat. Touched with the same sensation, Charlie again reached his second
dry orgasm, but this time he could not continued. The two children remained
breathing hard; sweat dripping their young bodies. When they recovered,
Charlie kissed his cousin.

       "I like you, Jeanette."

       "I like you too, Charlie. It has been very, very good. You won't
tell anyone, do you?"

       "Are you mad, cousin?"  She smiled at her pretty cousin. They
chatted for a few moments, but she liked a lot to explore him, that was a
new sensation for her. She rubbed his smooth chest, pinching his nipples;
finally, she placed her hand around the boy's cock that started to get hard
again.

       "I love to touch you, Charlie. Your dick is so beautiful..." She
blushed because she thought would love putting that little sausage into her
mouth, however she did not dare to say it.

       "I would like to suck again your tiny breasts."

       "I love it when I feel your tongue on them, but please, be very
tender because it hurts if your bite them, even lightly." Charlie
understood as an invitation, he pulled her on her back and started
caressing; their tongues mixed and sucked each other. He left her lips and
started carefully on her little breasts. She moaned immediately as she felt
that discharge in her groins, instinctively she started rubbing her
clit. Charlie had an idea, he moved down and took a 69 position; he wanted
to lick her cunt. She found in front of her what she had wanted and without
any doubt put his dick into her warm mouth. They moaned in pleasure but
Charlie felt the need to fuck her again. He turned around recovering his
original position as she spread her legs and the little boy rubbed her clit
with the tip of his prick. Carefully he pushed his cock deep within her
hole, a moan escaped the girl's throat when she was penetrated, and Charlie
gasped as he felt the warmth walls of his cousin's vagina around his little
prick.  He placed his hands firmly on Jeanette's chest for support and
balance, and she helped him by placing both hands on Charlie's back.  When
she was ready, he started moving himself up and down with a steady pace;
that sent out waves and waves of pleasure all over her. They were one
being, conjoined at the hips and pleasuring each other with their bodies.

       "Uhg!!!, Uhg!!!," Jeanette moaned, "H...harder, harder."  Charlie
immediately complied and picked up the pace. He pumped Jeanette warm hole
with his prick, bringing it out all the way to the tip before slamming it
home again. "Don't stop, please, don't stop" The girl near yelled.  Charlie
moved himself up/down, fucking Jeanette with a frenzied tempo.  His balls
now stick near flat slapped against Jeanette's cunt; her head shook up and
down involuntarily. "Agh!!!  Aagh!!" She moaned. The bed was creaking
threateningly. After moments of hard fucking, Charlie's body suddenly
tensed and he pushed his hard prick all the way in. He felt something
growing deep inside of him that was ready to explode. Jeanette sensed it,
and held Charlie's butt cheeks close with his hands as she felt the same
thing. Charlie's body shook and shook as he climaxed dryly. The two
shivered and shook for some time before they finally relaxed, Charlie
laying on top of Jeanette with his head on her chest and his prick still in
Jeanette's cunt.

Jeanette smiled and rubbed the back of Charlie's head, ruffling his wet
hair lovingly as they lay there quietly, sweat drenched, listening to the
sounds of their heartbeats. Jeanette then said to Charlie:

	"I never thought that was so lovely, brother." Charlie grinned at
her tenderly."

       "I know it, sister. I'll never forget you." Jeanette grinned,
cuddled and drifted off to sleep. The sun hit his blond angel hair as they
woke up. She jumped from the bed and went to the bathroom.

       "Charlie, go to your bed, it must be seen you have slept in it." He
shrugged his eyes and grinned.

       "It would be lovely if you come with me." She patted his butt,
rubbed his hair and said:

       "Wasn't it enough?" He guiltily answered:

       "Yes. It has been a lovely night, sister; but never it is enough."
She grinned satisfied. Then they went into their respective beds. Two hours
later, their parents woke them up when they came into their rooms. It was
near 11:00 am.

During the following weeks, workers introduced and installed the household
goods, so the house was ready to be occupied by its inhabitants. Some weeks
later, November 1st, Friday, would be Charlie birthday. In France is a
catholic feast all wide the country. Patrick and Margarita arranged all
paperwork for their legal marriage and planned for the same weekend, so the
children would not need to lose any school time. They would spend their
honeymoon working and enjoying their new house; they would go to the US
next summer.

Everything had been arranged with Charles to meet Margarita and
Françoise. Jeanette and her mother were anxious to know the rest of
their family. Being a national holiday, they left school on Thursday
afternoon, and the birthday was due on Friday. Carl picked up Jim,
Margarita and Francis on Thursday after finishing classes and travelled
directly to Normandy. Charlie was not there, he would arrive next
morning. However, Jim found his little wife there, and when the car arrived
Margarita ran into her young husband arms. With their hands entwined they
entered the house to greet his father and Mama Moirés. After a lovely
night together the couple was beaming of happiness. After breakfast Uncle
Carl told them:

	"Charlie wouldn't arrive until midday and we need you to go and see
how the boat is being launched, we cannot go."

	"That's fantastic. Can we sail, Uncle Carl?" Margarita asked.

	"I don't think so. She needs to be fitted with new navigation
instruments, however, next time she'll be ready; I promise. We plan to take
her to Spain next summer." Sister and brother could not be happier, Jim was
not a seaman, but Margarita knew he was ready to learn.

	"We'll be here before Charlie arrived. We want to give him the news
about the boat." In fact, it was a trick to send them away. Charlie and the
rest of the new family would arrive just half an hour later. The boys and
girl took the bikes and pedalled to the village's harbour. A few hours
later they returned as the three were enthusiastically received by Charlie,
who hugged and kissed them as they congratulated him for his 10th birthday.

That afternoon, before lunch, all the family, including Jim, was sat in the
large living room, facing the library, waiting to entry the dining
room. Charlie stood and called their attention, when all were silent, he
said:

       "Margarita, Françoise, I told you I had a secret, it has been
very, very difficult for me to keep it, especially with you Francis."
Francis blushed remembering the wonderful blowjob he made to his little
brother, however, the rest believed something different. He continued: "In
a few minutes I'll tell you and I think it has been worthwhile keeping
it. Besides, this year there won't be any physical presents, fortunately we
have everything, but a different one that we are sure you will love."

Margarita and Françoise were expectant because from this little imp they
could expect anything. Charlie stood and entered in the library, they could
hear some steps and suddenly the door opened and he appeared in the door,
giving his hand to Margarita who was giving hers to her daughter
Jeanette. Françoise and Margarita jumped up from their seats, their
mouths wide open and their skin got white, they were close to faint; both
at unison said:

       "It can't be!!! It is impossible!!!" Their father stood put his arms
around his children saying:

       "It is not a ghost; she is your mom's twin sister, Margarita; and
her daughter Jeanette, your cousin.  Please welcome them; you'll have time
for questioning." Charlie was smiling wickedly. Margarita and Françoise
could not believe what they were watching. They doubted but stepped
forward. Margarita opened her arms hugging and kissing them. Tears of joy
flooded her beautiful eyes. At that moment, the twins felt the same smell,
same hair, same face, and same tenderness... The children could not help as
their memories came back into their hearts with their mother's. They
started to sob on their auntie's chest. Margarita caressed their hair as
she murmured: "Mon petit coeurs, mon petit coeurs"

That even worsened the situation as had happened with Charlie. Françoise
was the first to come to reality. He hugged back his auntie, still his eyes
covered with tears. As he saw Jeanette looking at him, he kneeled in front
of the little girl and kissed her.

       "It seems I had a beautiful cousin and I didn't know it." Jeanette
had stopped her tears, but when she heard it, she hanged from his cousin
neck and kissed him on the lips lightly as she blushed. Margarita still was
sobbing on her auntie's chest. She then said:

       "Sorry aunty, we never thought you existed." She hugged her niece
and the group joined the rest. They sat near and started questioning about
everything for a long time. Before they entered in the dining room, she
said:

       "Margarita, I suppose that handsome boy sat in the corner is Jim,
your boyfriend. Please, can you introduce him to us?" Margarita blushed
took Jim from his hand and dragged the boy to her.

       "Aunty Margarita, this is James Martinez, from Spain. He's the man
to whom I love and he loves me."  She did not express the normal formula
that an educated girl would do. They greeted and when aunt and niece were
alone, she said:

       "Thanks daughter for being brave right from the beginning with
Jim. He is a very handsome boy and I'm sure you will be very happy with
him. She looked at her mother's sister and kissed her.

       "Thanks mom for your approval." They felt as if they had been
together the whole time. Margarita looked into her new mother's eyes and
asked: "Mom, you are still young and beautiful, what about you?" The woman
blushed as a teenager, she then said:

       "I'm going to advance you some news that Patrick will transmit to
the rest of the family this evening. We are getting married next Sunday. It
will take place in the orphanage's chapel." The girl kissed her aunt-mom,
as she called her, but she could not wait. She called Francis and Jim and
told them the news. All congratulated the couple and she then added: "Since
I'm a widow, we will celebrate it strictly within the family. We expect the
arrival of Patrick's father tomorrow. Charlie knows everything about." Next
day Charlie went to Paris' airport to receive his granddad.

Epilogue Francis, Margarita, Jeanette and Charlie expressed their wishes to
see their grandparent's grave. The following day all family went to the
small village and visited it. There, they could see their mother's name
carved on the white marble; this time as Jeanette, not as Margarita. They
agreed to leave things, as they were, not moving anything, so their mom had
two graves, one in France and another one in California.

Charlie, Jeanette, mom Margarita, as they called her, and his dad, went to
live in the new house. Charlie and Jeanette continued enjoying their
love-making whenever they had an opportunity, at least for the next nine
months when the triplets arrived to this world, one boy and two girls,
named Patrick, Margaret and Jane. One year later would come a boy, Steve,
as his grandpa and the son of Mr Marat.

After that time, Jeanette started looking at older boys' crotches and they
forgot their sexual encounters. On the other hand, Joan came to Orleans two
years later; from that moment, they were inseparable mates, as Frankie and
John, or as Jim and Francis had been. After finishing University in France,
they went to the US. Today they are well known Neurologist surgeons,
obliged to perform operations and give conferences around the US. They
married two blond twins and have two twin boys each; Charlie's with blond
hair and Joan's brown haired boys with blue eyes. However, from time to
time they meet and enjoy their mutual love. Charlie never changed his
surname, nevertheless, he always kept his double nationality; he equally
loved both countries.

Francis and Nuria married very soon, he was 22 and she 21. They have a
litter of blonde-haired boys and girls.  Nuria loves her husband and she
gave him no opportunity to fuck someone else; he is very happy with his
gang.  She gave birth every year; the first year twins, a boy named Charles
and a girl named Rose Mary. The second year two real twin boys, named
Francis and Jim. The third year a beautiful brown haired boy named Frank;
and finally, fourteen months later came again a boy; being Christianised
with the name of John. Francis finished his career as a textile engineer
and started as a partner in his friend fashion company. Later he inherited
the company. He and part of his children, especially his adored and
favourite gay son John, runs it: he is the cleverest of all.

Jim and Margarita married in the same ceremony as Francis and Nuria did,
however, they waited some time to start having children. Jim was a food
engineer and a successful cuisine chef and writer. His first book was
published three year later after he started school, in cooperation with the
school's chef. Now he is a famous cook and writer around the world,
however, he is mostly dedicated to his family and work as General Operation
Manager in Charles and Carl's Company. Margarita went to the University and
graduated as Economist. She runs the Financial and Planning part of her
father and Uncle Carl Companies; this gives them the opportunity to be all
the time together, the problem is they must travel frequently; but don't
mind because they are young and very fond to take their children with
them. When they were 26 came their first baby, a boy who was named Charles,
as they had promised Charlie who is his godfather. A year later came two
real blond twins; they named Frankie and John; so, they were their
godfathers. A year later came their most beautiful boy, a Frankie's copy.
He was named Jacques, the French name for James. Five years later, when
they had discarded any more children, came the lovely freckled blonde that
makes his father mad, her name is Margarita.

The End.




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