Date: Fri, 06 Jul 2012 17:06:20 +0100 From: tom Subject: Brief encounters Chap 98 Brief Encounters - the ever continuing saga... eekkk! First the mandatory warnings and disclaimers - basically don't read this if the naughty sexual exploits of young teenage schoolboys do not appeal. The characters depicted are fictional and not intentionally based upon any one person... although, if you do suddenly find yourself in the middle of the story just think how lucky you are! This is ostensibly a work of fiction, albeit with a few memories from my own school days plus some of the many invariably unspoken fantasies which I and my "best friends" would only ever rarely admit or allude to when we were at that very special, trusting and certainly innocent age. Today, it's very hard to imagine what it was like without the internet to immediately help conjure up fantasies based on images, webcams, stories or chat. Our sex lives were entirely dependant upon a very fervent imagination and thus being able to create our own fantasies usually based on friends and what we saw happening beneath the desk or in the changing rooms! I make no excuses for the fact that underwear features prominently in this story, because quite frankly it did, it was a very visible and tangible connection between us and our ever developing fascination with sex! It's important to remember that other than the very rare sexual extrovert, we never dared mention the subject because we were just too embarrassed and nobody understood what was happening to us anyway! You might call it a story about the age of discovery - usually in bed - or if you shared a bedroom with a brother, then discovery would be in the bathroom! Do note, at the time of writing the story itself is not finished and for better or worse, it has now turned into a work of some length but I will regularly post updates and there are more than enough pages written to keep it going! Nifty require a text file so if the formatting or punctuation go slightly up the creek you now know why! And, also during the writing for various reason I have had to change character names, so I hope for continuity they are now correct! Finally, I hope you enjoy it and please, please do let me have any comments or suggestions and for some of you I it might even jog a memory or two, three if you are lucky... I would be intrigued to learn! Tom email: amias09@fastmail.fm *************************************************************************************************** >>>>>>>>>>> Now your attention please faithful readers as it's time to put in word for our sponsor. Or, in plain English I wouldn't be getting my epic published and you wouldn't be reading it if it were not for the Nifty Archive, so if you enjoy what you read then please, please consider making a donation to Nifty. It's very easy and painless, you just follow the donations link on the main page - I'm sure even our oversexed and luckess hero Art from the story would do it if he could - come to that, he'd do it anywhere! #################################################################### Chapter 98 – Every action has a reaction Like Alex, that same afternoon Tom had also been issued by Simon`s mother with a pair of clean underpants and again just like Alex had found wearing them an immense turn on. On arriving home he had immediately rushed up to the bathroom, locked himself in and under cover of the sound of running water brought himself frantically to a noisy ejaculation whilst wearing the briefs. Hoping the little wet patch didn't soak through onto his shorts he went downstairs having heard the warning shouts that tea was soon to be on the table. It didn't take him long to find out that by wriggling around on his chair, with his cock still hard it would slide around inside the slimy cotton with a delicious tingling feeling. "What are you doing dear, stop fidgeting" Sally looked askance, "you look as though you've got ants in your pants!" "Ants? Wot.. in me pants.. who! Wot!" Tom blushed and looked across the brilliant white tablecloth at his mother. Never having heard the expression before he wondered what on earth she was referring to, particularly as she had mentioned the keyword word pants, a subject at that moment foremost in his mind. "Tom it's just an expression, means you're wriggling a lot," said his father, Alan smiling, "it's nothing to do with your pants!" "Dad, oh! Wot? It's not?" "No and we don't really want to know either!" "Alan, stop it! Stop teasing him." Looking even more embarrassed and feeling rather guilty knowing exactly what state his underpants were in he glanced between his parents. They wouldn't have guessed anything or heard him flaying his cock earlier in the bathroom, would they? Or would they? "Are you alright?" asked Sally innocently thinking he now seemed rather flustered and strangely red in the face. "Yer, fine mum." he blurted wishing his erection would now go down. Maybe it hadn't quite such a good idea to ejaculate into Simon's briefs and then wear them down for tea however exciting it had seemed only minutes earlier. "It's alright." From their recent father and son type talks Alan guessed in all probability something masturbation related going on inside Tom's mind. Not wishing to embarrass him any further he asked, "So where were you this afternoon? The park?" "Yeah," Tom nodded as he fixed a lump of sausage with the fork, "with Simon and Alex, we played footers and that." "Just the three of you?" "Nah, there was some kids from Simon's old school and his big brother came along." "Don't say, nah! It's no." corrected Sally. "Right mum." he looked at his plate. "So how old is Simon's brother then?" asked Alan rather surprised that they were actually learning something of Tom's friends instead of the usual arbitrary grunts. "Art, he's.. uumm.. just fifteen I think." the sausage was now speared and ready for devouring. Tom couldn't stop himself moving on the chair since his cock had now decided to escape from the slippery fly of the briefs. It left it's mark as the eye rubbed against the inside of his shorts. "Bit old to put up with you lot then wasn't he?" Alan smiled. "Nah, he owed.. no, he uumm.." Tom corrected himself quickly, "he'd promised Simon he'd do it." "Owed?" "Promised, I meant." "OK, right. And, did he enjoy playing with you younger boys?" asked Alan. Unfortunately the phrasing of the innocent question immediately implied something totally different and far more exciting in Tom's mind. Instantly the colour returned to his cheeks as the image of Art's drooling erection flashed into view and took his entire focus. "Are you alright?" it was now Alan's turn to ask the question and break the silence. "Ah.." croaked Tom who was all but choking on the sausage, he nodded and grunted hoping it would help disguise his obvious embarrassment. "Oh god he's choking, he's gone all red," said Sally, "quick, have a drink of water." Tom coughed and spluttered as they both watched. "Did I say something then?" asked Alan looking at the bright red face opposite. He wasn't quite sure what to think, was there something else? "You really shouldn't eat so quickly," added Sally, "I've told you that before." "Uuhhhmm.." Tom had swallowed the sausage in one gulp whilst doing his best to avoid eye contact with his father, who had now a sneaking suspicion there might just have been more to the afternoons play than football. "That's better, now eat slowly Tom," said Sally looking across the table. "Yes mum." feeling relieved that the moment had passed he grabbed the glass of water and emptied it, his colour slowly began to return to normal. "There's plenty more in the tap, you don't have to drink it all!" said Alan. "Yes, go slowly or you'll get indigestion. Now darling," continued Sally, as only she could, "you know the one thing I don't understand about all this football stuff is why you came home wearing some of Simon's shorts?" It seemed Tom's world was rapidly falling apart. Put scientifically, every action has a reaction and Tom's actions of the afternoon were certainly generating some reactions over tea! He caught the puzzled look on his fathers face who hadn't known he wasn't wearing his own shorts. Silence. Plainly they were waiting for some form of explanation however banal. Tom's mind remained blank. Like a goldfish, possibly even a greater crested golden carp he opened his mouth, but nothing came out. He could feel his parents looking at him and just as Alan was about to press the question he finally remembered the excuse they had used with Simon's mother. "We.. we.. had a water fight in that gert fountain in the park.." he mumbled rapidly, "and.. and back at Simon's his mum said we couldn't go home all wet like.. and.." "Very commendable of her too!" Alan looked at Tom and tried to keep a straight face having immediately recognising the large pork pie for what it was when confronted with it. "Very wot?" Tom was still bright red and verging on slightly purple, this time from conjuring up visions of enjoyably wetting himself behind the greenhouses. "Yer.. so, so she gave us some dry shorts.." "A fight in that gert fountain?" Alan smiled. "Well, what with those ants in your pants it all sounds a bit fishy to me!" "Ha ha!" Tom managing a very weak laugh and a further very embarrassed smile. "Oh stop it Alan, leave him alone." Sally could see her baby was more than a little confounded. "You might think it's funny, but he doesn't. Look you're embarrassing him again." "Sorry, but actually I suspect he's embarrassing himself!" Alan grinned. "Wot?" "Oh Alan, will you stop it!" Tom cringed, knowing only too well that his fathers deduction it was pretty near to the truth. "Well anyway, take them off after tea and I'll have them washed ready for you to return to Simon when you're back at school on Monday," she looked across the table, "strange your other clothes didn't get very wet though?" "Nah, they was alright mum." he shook his head frantically before she questioned the state of the rest of his clothes. Too late. "If your shorts were that wet I'd have thought your pants and shoes would be pretty wet as well." The pants word. Now elevated to a parental catalyst to instant looks of embarrassment. Knowing the colour of his face was back to red he closed his eyes for a second. It was then he had a flash of inspiration to totally change the subject from the state of his clothes. "They say there's a new kid starting school on Monday." "That's nice." Sally reached for the teapot. "Oh, what in your class?" asked Alan. "Dunno. Ain't sure if he's gonna be a first or second year." "Oh well, doubtless we'll find out one day," Alan raised his eyebrows, "you're not exactly a fount of information today are you!" "Wot's a fount?" "Say pardon, darling not what." "Pardon, wot's a font?" "It's a fount." "Wot's a fount then?" "Rather similar to a fountain." Tom scowled. Sally sighed. Alan smiled and then winked. Tom flushed. It had been a pretty tiring afternoon both physically and emotionally for Ian who, having helped the limping Nigel on his way had finally arrived home himself nearly half an hour late for tea. Not only was he late, but he looked distinctly dishevelled after his various sexual encounters as the rather ominous stains around the fly of his faded blue shorts attested. "I'm back mum, sorry I'm a bit late," he called out cheerfully in the hope of diverting the inevitable verbal flack for being late, "I'll just go and change." "No, no just come in as you are." came Alice's reply from the dining room above the sound of cutlery on china. Surprised that that seemed to be the limit of verbal chastisement he took a deep breath, looked down to see just how bad he looked and opened the door. "Hello Ian, we haven't seen you for a while, how are you?" "Uumm... oh! I'm.. fine.." stuttered Ian, he looked really shocked. Sat around the table laden with what looked like a typically English high tea were uncle Howard, aunt Sharon and a euphoric plump Kevin. "Looks like you forgot aunt Sharon was going to come to tea." said Alice, who seemed amazingly relaxed considering he was late and in complete comparison to her usual uptight mood whenever they visited Sharon's virtual show home. "Hello," squealed Kevin very enthusiastically, "come and sit by me, I've saved you a seat!" "Oh.. right." mumbled Ian. Doing his best to hide the front of his shorts he made his way around the table to sit on the corner of the table between his father and Kevin. "So what have you been doing?" asked Nevil, looking at his appearance as he sat down. "Judging by the look of you, was it anything you shouldn't or was it something else?" "Uum... no.. not really... uumm..." the answer tailed off. "Delighted to hear it." Ian immediately flushed at the word shouldn't, how could he say he'd been masturbating in a dirty old shed on an allotment with Nigel after declaring his love and swopping underpants with Martin earlier on! "Sorry if I'm a bit.. a bit.. dusty.. uumm.. I've... we've.. uumm.. been playing football in the park.." he continued knowing all eyes were on him. "Didn't know you enjoyed football?" said Alice in surprise as she offering him the tea pot. "I don't!" he exclaimed as he appeared to jump in the air and accidentally bang into the table. An eleven year old hand grabbed his bare knee and began feeling for the hem of his shorts. "But, but I got roped in." "Looks like you're still playing!" Howard laughed at his own joke. "Sorry.. I caught me foot in the table leg!" "Well anyway, Ian you won't know the news." said Nevil looking rather bemused at his son's antics. "News, wot news?" asked Ian somewhat confused, he put the knife back down on the plate, "Wot, has something exciting happened?" "Sort of, seems Kevin is going to switch to the grammar school after half term." Alice quickly interjected making the announcement with some relish before her Sharon could utter a word. For once she was only too pleased to herald something that amounted to one-upmanship over sister Sharon. After all, to get into the grammar school took a certain amount of brainpower, it wasn't just a question of paying the fees. "Yes, he's passed the entrance exam, haven't you darling?" Sharon beamed with obvious pride at Kevin who duly flushed with embarrassment. "So wot's happened to Clarkes College then?" asked Ian, adding without really thinking about, "I don't think that ever had an entrance exam did it? It's private innit and don't need one?" "I don't know, maybe." said Nevil, he kicked Ian under the table. "Wot?" Ian looked at his father puzzled, then realised from the look on Sharon's face that despite living in a veritable show home there were large portions of humble pie being ladled out by her sister. "You see Ian," boomed Howard in his best assistant, assistant bank manager tone, "the truth is, the headmaster's have changed at Clarkes and we don't think Kevin is really finding the educational standards what they were." "That's right," added Sharon, "poor Kevin just isn't getting the tuition now, his results for this last term have been way down since that new head took over." With Ian seated on his left, Kevin beamed as happy as pig in shit. He couldn't give a monkey's about school since his encounter in the tree house with Ian, besides since then he had become absolutely infatuated with him. So much so, his entire life had changed and he could do nothing but constantly play with himself through his pockets and recall what they had done together. The change of headmaster had nothing really to do with poor results, but Ian certainly did! Meantime, much to the detriment of Kevin's modest cock he was diverting all his energy into working hard day and night towards producing that elusive first ejaculation. And, by now after all the practice it was getting just a touch sensitive! "Oh." Ian wiped his nose on the back of his hand. Unaware of Kevin's crush on him, he turned and winked at the younger boy before adding, "Dunno why he went there in the first place `cause the Grammar's free and it's tons better innit dad?." Wisely Nevil said nothing, he smiled politely knowing that Howard had been afraid Kevin would have initially failed the entrance exam, which was why he had been sent to the private school in the first place. On the face of it, it now seemed the private school was failing Kevin and doubtless there had been some expensive private tuition required to get him past the grammar entrance exam even now. With Ian naively firing off his comments Alice caught Nevil's eye, unspoken they both wondered which of Sharon's social sensitivities Ian was going to lacerate next or should they actively curtail free speech. Kevin was actively playing with himself through his pocket and looking adoringly up at Ian. "Still, now he's got in that'll save you some loot wunnit, uncle?" continued Ian with all sensitivities that fifteen year old logic could bring. "You could get a gert big new car or something couldn't you?" "I don't think that's quite the point," said Howard rather huffily, "it's Kevin's education we are concerned with." "Yes, that's enough Ian, I think we have your views." Nevil turned to Ian and kicked him under the table again. "Now that's enough." "Right dad." replied Ian dutifully seeing the glint in his fathers eye, although whether it was humorous he wasn't quite sure. "It's all fixed then is it?" asked Alice sweetly, to finally ram home the point. "So he really passed then?" "Most definitely." Howard beamed, he looked towards the immaculate Kevin and the very crumpled Ian. "We'll be expecting great things from you young man." Kevin was also expecting great things from Ian. Already had one hand was inside the leg of Ian's shorts, whilst his other was now rather shakily hacking at a piece of cake on his plate. "So is he starting as a first or a second year?" asked Nevil. "He's a first year isn't he darling?" Howard turned to Sharon. "Yes, I'm sure that's what they said." replied Sharon glowing with pride. "Pity, I know some second year boys, I could have introduced him." Ian smiled at Sharon thinking of how the oversexed likes of Simon and Tom would have enjoyed dealing with him! Kevin's small hand finally forced itself up far enough to touch the very tight blue cotton of Martin's briefs. Ian shuffled on his seat with his erection which was now well and truly over half mast. "Anyway, so what's happening at the bank these days?" asked Nevil in an effort to induce a spark of life into Howard and find a sustainable conversation. Howard sat back in his chair, it was threatening to be a long and convoluted reply! With the conversation underway and tea more or less over Ian nudged his father and asked if he could escape and take Kevin to tell him more about the school. "I'd like to escape this as well," whispered Nevil, "Yes, take him away from this and come back in say half an hour and we'll try to start to get rid of them!" "Dad, you can't say that!" replied Ian, a little shocked at his fathers honesty. "They always stay longer." "Not this time! She might be your mother's sister, but he bores me to death!" Nevil forced a smile. "Now bugger off, escape while you can!" "Oh!" Ian stifled a laugh, so this was his father talking honestly for once. "Now hoppit or you'll be stuck!" Nevil grinned. Ian grinned back, adjusted his shorts under the table and hoped that the lump and the stains didn't show too much. He followed Kevin's plump little bottom in the beautifully pressed tan shorts out of the room and directed him up the stairs. "Go in, in you go it's only me bedroom." Ian pushed Kevin through the door. "Cor, always wondered wot yer room was like." Kevin looked around taking in every detail. "Smells don't it!" "Wot of?" demanded Ian thinking it wasn't quite the thing to say. "Well of you?" Kevin looked up his wide eyed, his expression fairly screaming of his infatuation. "Oh.. shit!" Ian looked at him and blushed, he felt a shiver up his back. Kevin didn't need to say any more, Ian had finally realised he had unwittingly become the object of Kevin's adulation. "Please.. will you sit on the bed with me?" Kevin rather nervously patted the bed, he bit his lip, "I think about you and wot we did in me tree house every day and, and when I goes to bed." This was new, very unexpected and Kevin was younger. Ian blinked, totally unaccustomed to such an immediate show of affection. Now he began to realise why Martin had been so affected by Tom and Alex. "You do? Wot, think of me? Every day?" On hearing the news he sat down rather heavily, wondering why was he getting so emotional. Unsure whether to touch Kevin or not he managed a smile, although it was physical contact which very obviously was what Kevin wanted. "I wish you was me big brother." whispered Kevin shuffling nearer and pushing his bare knee up against Ian's and putting a clammy little hand on top of Ian's leg. "Why?" croaked Ian, suddenly feeling very tearful. "Oh fuck!" "Because.. because you're so nice, I ain't got no brother and.." Kevin looked up at Ian determined to make eye contact. "and I'm going to pretend you are.. forever." "Oh fuck!" thought Ian, it seemed lately everyone wanted a part of him. With that Kevin wrapped his arms around his waist and burrowed his head into his chest. After Ian's very emotional talk with Martin coupled with the rest of the days events, then to be told he had just adopted a younger brother finally caused the dam to break and tears started to run down his face. "Why are you crying?" asked Kevin anxiously having realised what was happening. He looked him right in the face again. Had he done something wrong or worse was Ian going to refuse him. He now sounded on the verge of tears, would his dreams be shattered? "Wot have I done? You will.. you will, won't you, please?" "Because.. because.. I don't know!" muttered Ian instinctively beginning to hug him. "And, yes. yes.. I'll have you as a little brother." After what amounted to a silent bonding which lasted easily for a couple of very breathy minutes they parted, sat back and looked at each other, obviously both had been crying. "I was afraid you didn't want me." mumbled Kevin rubbing his eyes. "See I been dreaming of you, every night." "Don't be silly," mumbled Ian, he took a deep breath and wiped his nose on the back of his hand, "course I want you, but uumm, you gotta know I'm just a bit sorta confused, it's been a bit of an odd day, lots of things have happened and..." "So can we look at each others willy's, like we did before?" interrupted Kevin revealing the full extent of the concentration span of his young brain. Without even waiting for a reply he started to tug at his own shorts being all too keen to relive his previous experience. "Why not, you can undo mine after." said Ian realising this wasn't the time to explain his feelings, maybe it was better just to take advantage of what was on offer. "Ooh good." Ian watched, shook his head and smiled as he lay back. He thought back to when he was at that seemingly innocent age of eleven and he didn't have a care in the world either. Now barely four years later the innocence had all but evaporated leaving him utterly confused by his sexuality. The interminable differences between lust, love, friendship, homosexuality and whatever other complications his adolescent mind could conjure up. "There!" exclaimed Kevin suddenly sliding off the side of the bed and pulling his elasticated shorts down in one swift movement. Ian quickly sat up and saw the now very familiar pale blue ribbed cotton of Kevin's rather commodious Y-fronts. The front was definitely bulging and a hand had already been pushed inside the waistband. "You can't wait can you?" Ian grinned, looked. Ogled, knowing it wouldn't be long before his hand was in there too. Despite the questionable morality due to their age difference Ian was still drawn like a magnet to the eleven year old boy. Any doubts as to what was right or wrong had been quickly dispelled once his own cock had literally sprung into life. "Is them more new pants, they looks a bit big?" Ian's breathing quickened as he devoured the scene that was actually taking place on his own bed, the semen stained adolescent temple where he masturbated morning and night. "Does she buy new ones often then?" "Yeah, see she bought 'em one size too big!" grunted Kevin looking down and then blushing on thinking how silly he must have looked. "They got an elephant`s ass ain't they?" "Dunno, turn round let's have butchers." Ian slipped hand into his pocket in an effort to free his constricted organ. "She's always buying me pants, she says you can't have enough of 'em!" said Kevin disconsolately as he did a wobbly pirouette. "Think she'd buy the right size wouldn't you!" "It would help, we could both get in them!" Ian grinned. "Aww don't say that," Kevin looked down and then at Ian, "please don't make it any worse than it is." "Sorry," Ian lay back on the bed very provocatively pushing his own shorts in the air, "now you pull me shorts off and you'll see mine are the opposite, `cause they're far too bloody small!" "Ooh wot!" Kevin needed no second invitation he moved closer. Standing between Ian's legs he very excitedly, not to say very shakily began to pull at the faded blue shorts. Ian enjoyed every second and did his best to make Kevin really have to grope around and tug quite hard to pull them down. "Shit!" squeaked Kevin his eyes popping out of his head as the blue briefs were slowly revealed. "They's blue the same as mine!" "And they ain't even mine, I borrowed `em," Ian grinned, "that's why they're small." "Who's is they then?" he said staring at the stains all over the front. "Oohh... and all them stains, is that.. is that all cum stains?" "Yer." Ian wriggled on the bed, his erection was obvious trapped and he desperately wanted Kevin to grab hold of it. "Cor.. wot's that smell?" Kevin wrinkled his nose as he leant over, gingerly he prodded the bulging cotton making Ian flinch. "Hey, they's all sorta.. damp!" "Well I've cum in 'em earlier," Ian replied, adding as nonchalantly as he could. "it was the third time I've cum today!" "You wot!" Kevin was taken aback, this was new. To cum three times in a day and finish up wearing somebody else's underpants. "In yer pants? Wow, wot'll yer mum say!" "I hope she don't find out!" Ian giggled and folded his legs around Kevin drawing him closer. "Go on pull 'em down, if yer lucky I might pull yours down as well." Taking a few seconds to firmly rub himself through his own briefs Kevin smiled at Ian and then eyed up the target. He began by pushing Ian's shirt up, then excitedly grabbing at the elastic waistband he pulled as hard as he could. "Fuckin' hell Kev don't rip me cock off!" exclaimed Ian as Kevin tugged and heaved on the fabric until he finally succeeded in stretching the briefs until they were below Ian's balls. "Yer, bloody slow down! Don't rip me fuckin' pants, I gotta give 'em back!" "You stinks," replied Kevin as the smell of congealed semen wafted upwards, Kevin sniffed then started to giggle, "and yer hairs is all stuck to yer pants!" "Wot d'you fuckin' expect, I've cum in `em!" Ian began giggling as well, then flexed his stomach muscles so his cock waved in the air. "Ian," Kevin looked him in the face, "d'you really think I'll make this cum stuff soon?" "Yeah, sure you will and won't be long `cause yer already having the dry cums ain't you?" "Yeah, you started me didn't you? " Kevin nodded frantically, "So now I does it morning and night just like you said I gotta do." "Right, uumm that's good." Ian smiled and blinked, there was something about Kevin's innocence that really touched a nerve. "Go on, have a go on me. You gonna try and wank me off then, like I did to you in yer tree house?" This was actually the culmination of Kevin's fantasies, for real. Beaming he put his hand around the base of Ian's cock and tried to rub it up and down but was defeated a combination of his own clammy hand and the adhesive qualities of teenage spunk. "Bloody hell, don't pull it off Kev!" said Ian. "Hold on, slow down. You'll make it sore doing that, now think wot did we do in yer tree house?" The wheels turned slowly inside Kevin's head as he cast his mind back, suddenly he grinned and spat into the palm of his hand. Ian sighed in pleasure as the age old lubricant of spittle and spunk began to work. "But will you cum again if you've done it three times before?" Kevin watched the purple head of Ian's cock disappear into his hand with every stroke, "I want to see you cum, please, please." "If I can I will," Ian guessed the logistics of semen production were well beyond Kevin's understanding, "but sometimes if it's been over wanked, it won't work." "Oh, don't say that," Kevin looked up very disappointed, "please, please Ian.. can you try and cum? I think about doing it with you every time I does it." "I'll try, keep going!" Ian smiled. He watched as thoughts of squeezing Kevin's buttocks went through his mind. "You know," Kevin paused and looked at Ian's rampant organ, "this is wot I dream about, getting you to cum over me hand." Kevin was just so innocent, naively honest to the extreme. A little plump, dressed in his oversized underpants he caught Ian's eye and grinned at being so incredibly happy in what he was doing and who he was with. Whatever feelings Kevin was radiating certainly weren't lost on Ian. Closing his eyes in another attempt to fight back tears he tried to pick his way through the minefield of emotions as expressed between Martin and it now seemed, his newly adopted younger brother Kevin. ########################################### Chap 99 to follow, almost time to change hands!!!