Date: Tue, 8 Jul 2014 23:03:34 +0100
From: Ckskb Lfb <ckskb1@yahoo.com>
Subject: Brave lake Manor chapter 2

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Characters in order of appearance:

Peter Jarrow: Ryan's and the twins' brother. He is 26 at the beginning of
the story.

Ryan Jarrow: Peter's brother. He is 13 at the start of the story.

Christian and Malthe Jarrow. Peter's and Ryan's father remarried. His new
wife already had them from her previous marriage.  They are seven at the
start of the story.

Rick Meyers: Close, personal friend of Peter from when they were three
years old. He is 26 at the start of the story.

George Anders: Close, personal friend of Peter from when they were six
years old. He is 25 at the start of the story.

Benjamin White: Ryan's best friend in the city. He is 13 at the beginning
of the story.

Giles Daren: Brave Lake Manor's Butler.

Charles Cox: Brave Lake Manor Chauffeur.

Harry Faring: Servant in Brave Lake Manor.

Eduard Williams: Appointed manager of the Manor and the Estate by Peter's
father.

Joey Harrington: Owner of Joey's smoothies in Brave Lake Village.

Terry Jones: Teenager from Brave Lake Village, 16 yo.

Jason Cooper: New friend of Ryan just turned 13.

Maria Cooper: Waitress at Brave Lake Diner. Jason's sister, 23 yo.

Nicole Alford: Head cook at Brave Lake Manor.

Garry Collins: Manager at the arcades at the mall.

Sebastian Thomas: New friend of Ryan and Jason's cousin. 14 years old at
the start of the story.

Johanna Saunders: A girl Ryan meets in the mall, from a nearby
village. Also 13 years old.



Chapter 2: Repairing what is broken.


After three hours, they arrived at the Lake junction. One road led to the
Estate and Manor, one led to the Brave Lake Village and another to
someplace else. The roads were no longer paved and in some disrepair
signifying that they had long since left the city and entered the
countryside; weeds and shoulder-high bushes had overtaken the sides of the
road.

"This is such a cool car!" Christian said for the umpteenth time grinning
from ear to ear as he flicked a switch and the TV on the back of the front
seat car turned off. His legs were swivelling back and forth under the car
seat,
 hugging Malthe to his right, his head on his twin brother's neck. Malthe
was writing something on his textpad, sketching something that, for now,
made sense only to him.

"Aren't we going to the village first?" Ryan asked, perplexed by Peter
taking a turn that took them away from the crossing that led to the road to
Brave Lake Village.

"No, we need to leave our stuff, meet what staff is around and I need to
get rid of the manager. I really didn't like his attitude on the phone,"
Peter answered as he made a turn into the road going towards the Estate. A
minute later, they saw a stone wall with huge metal rails ending in spear
heads. The wall looked abandoned and rundown as if it stood for centuries,
but Peter knew that was not the case, so it was only a matter of
disrepair. A huge, heavy looking green metal double gate stood
closed. Above the gate, pinned in an arch of metal ivy, was a Latin
inscription. "Fortis lacum manerium, ubi habitant leonum."

"What does that mean Peter?" Christian asked, scrunching his eyebrows
together and wriggling his cute nose trying to better read the inscription
as he bent forward to get a closer look at it.

"Brave Lake Manor, where lions dwell," Malthe said just as Peter opened his
mouth to answer, which he closed, very surprised at Malthe's knowledge.

He turned his torso and placed a hand on the head of the co-driver's seat
as he gazed at Malthe looking astonished.

"When did you learn Latin?" he asked in awe, turning his head back to see
the younger boy. Ryan was looking back at Malthe as well. Christian
couldn't understand their surprise. There weren't many a things in this
world that Malthe couldn't learn if he wanted. He thought he just seemed to
be able to absorb knowledge and information and comprehend it like he could
drink
 water.

Malthe shrugged his shoulders and tilted his head back down to his
textbook.

Peter shook his head and looked over at Ryan who also just shrugged his
shoulders and looked forwards before unbuckling his seat belt and opened
the car door.

He went to the door and started pushing it inwards. There was a screeching
sound as the metal door started turning on hinges that had not been oiled
for many years that made the back of his hair stand out. He proceeded to
push the other half of the door with some effort. The doors were made of
solid metal and light they were not.

Ryan wiped his forehead with the back of his hand to clear the sweat and
walked back to the car.

Half an hour later, after a winding road, originally through dense forest
and then flat agricultural land, the car came before the Manor that looked
to be in bad disrepair and having lost its old pride and majesty.

Peter parked the car and took in the view of the Manor house in front of
him.

The gravel of the road and parking gave way to a blue coloured veined
granite path that led to the front entrance's steps that were made out of
green polished marble. On the top of the stairs, eight large marble columns
were joined by a gothic style ribbed vault of joined pointed arches in a
circle shaped entrance. Above the vault, eight much smaller columns
supported a balcony with richly sculpted metal ivy railings with flowers in
the endings.

He remembered how he would run on the path and jump on his grandfather's
waiting arms.

The main front door to the Manor was a huge two panelled metal door with
square windows from top to bottom. The stained glass depicted a lion's life
from birth to death in exquisite detail, each square depicting a different
scene.

He could never sway that door when he was younger. he always tried if for
no other reason than to prove that he had grown up somewhat since the last
time he had visited, but he could never muster it. Now he would have no
problem being so much older and stronger from years of aikido training and
various other activities.

In the centre of the vault, a pendant bowl type of chandelier hang from the
ceiling spreading light upwards. It gave the entrance less light than other
types of chandeliers but it also gave it some sort of mystique and
personality.

"Enter if you dare," Peter thought as his eyes climbed upwards.

The Manor had a basement where the kitchen, pantry and wine cellar as well
as the servants' quarters were. The ground level housed the living room,
dining room and library as well as two smaller rooms. The first floor
housed more than twenty rooms and every single one had its own
bathroom. The second floor housed some ten more rooms, a children's
playroom, some utility rooms and a drawing room that faced the east for
better light during the most part of the day. Finally, the attic housed the
master bedroom of the "master" of the Manor, the only room in the Manor
that had windows on all four compass directions.

Peter remembered how that used to be his grandparents' room and how, when
he was younger and would visit, he would love to sleep in their bed, under
the wooden supports of the roof and dream of a day and age when it would be
his room. A small smile swept his lips in the knowledge that now it would
be his room.

The Manor was built from grey and dark grey bricks that were painted over
white tying them up nicely with the various green columns, stained windows,
metal ivy sculpted railings and Ashdowne clay roof tiles.

To the right of the Manor was a smaller building that was used as a
warehouse/storage house for the gardening and various other stuff that
needed to be stored like salt and shovels for the winter months so that the
marble entrance and slate path did not freeze and become slippery.

How many times had he and his two best friends hid in the little storage
building for whatever mischief or sexual experimentation they did not feel
safe doing in one of the many rooms of the Manor.

His eyes came down to Earth and viewed the various people in front of
him. Ryan and the twins had gotten out of the car and were stretching their
legs.

"WOW!! This house is wicked!!" Christian exclaimed grinning from ear to
ear, thinking of the endless hours of exploration he would field before the
month was gone and over.

Christian may not have been related by blood to him, but Peter smiled as he
remembered his reactions that were quite similar at that age. Each time he
would visit, he would spend an inordinate amount of hours exploring the
Manor and the forest and land surrounding it, leaving no stone unturned, no
crook and cranny undiscovered as he searched for all the fantasies of his
young mind, full of treasure, sword-wielding foes, magic, unicorns and
other creatures of myth and legend and the fair maiden in distress to be
saved by him.

A man spoke to him after making a short bow with his head and torso.

"Sir, my name is Giles Daren. I am pleased to see you again after so many a
years. I am the Manor's butler." Peter knew that he was sixty years old,
but the man didn't look it. He was tall, thin and with a military sort of
standing; his spine straight and his chin looking up in pride of his
position in the household and his years of dedicated service. His hair had
silvered out by now, but it was his only feature that betrayed his age as
his face still was wrinkle free.

"Hello Giles. It has been long since my last visit, but you have not
changed much." Peter greeted him and extended his hand for
 a handshake. Giles hesitated for a moment, but when he saw the heartfelt
smile in Peter's face, he shook it with a strong grip.

"Sir is too kind..." Giles started speaking but Peter raised a hand and
interrupted him.

"Peter will do. I am not accustomed to be spoken like royalty. You may work
for me so if you must absolutely speak so formally, Mr. Jarrow will
suffice," he said calmly. He didn't want to offend the old man's beliefs or
years of work.  He just wanted him to understand where he stood and how
things would be done from now on.

"Yes si... Mr. Jarrow," Giles said with a smile on his face. Peter was so
like his grandfather; kind, calm but everyone knew what he felt and what he
liked, and not to cross him.

"Mr. Kerry, Mr. Faring, Mr. Hughes will be yours and your brothers'
valets," Giles said pointing to three men.

"No. Neither of us is accustomed to that either. We are used to doing
things our own way. If the three gentlemen can be employed in other areas
of the Manor or Estate then they can remain, otherwise I am afraid we will
have to terminate their employment," Peter said.

"It is most unorthodox sir, but I understand. Yes there are other jobs for
them in the Estate and the Manor."

Giles went over the remaining staff, the maids, the cook, the chauffeur,
the gardener and pool boy.

Peter didn't have any other objections other than he would drive when he
could, but if he was not around, or could not drive one of his brothers to
someplace then Mr. Cox could drive him/them.

"Mr. Giles, where is Mr. Williams? I was expecting to see him," Peter asked
in a displeased voice.

"He should already be here Mr. Jarrow. This is totally unprofessional of
him and I would not have it in my service sir,
 but your father seemed to think a friend of him sir."

"Yes...well things change when you're not watching Mr. Giles," Peter said
with an evil smirk in his face.

Then a rather short man came walking at his leisure from the main entrance
of the house.

Ryan thought he looked sleazy and like...well like Wormtail from the Harry
Potter franchise. Frankly it made the fuzz on the
 back of his neck stand as if touched by static electricity.

"He is no friend of Peter's sire, never was, but even the cleverest of men
can be manipulated when not presented with all the variables," Malthe
whispered but only Christian heard him.

"Ahh!! Peter so good to see y..." Mr. Williams started saying with a fake
smile and an even more fake sweet undertone in his voice, but he was cut
off by Peter who had already formed a bad impression on the man when they
had talked over the phone a few weeks ago and now he was starting to
shimmer.

"It is Mr. Jarrow to you Mr. Williams, and I doubt you'll be very glad to
see me when I've finished talking. As I told you a few weeks ago, I will no
longer be requiring your services as we're going to be living here from now
on and not going to need a manager to run the Estate any more. I wish to
thank you for your long years of service, but it has come to an end.
 Please vacate the Manor by the end of business day," he said in a voice
that left little to interpretation.

Mr. Williams clenched his fists by his sides and Ryan could swear that he
could actually see fumes come out of his ears and
 nostrils.

"NO!! THAT IS COMPLETELY UNACCEPTABLE!! I HAVE GIVEN THIS RUIN AND YOUR
BASTARD OF A FATHER ALMOST TWENTY YEARS OF MY CAREER!
 I WILL N..." Mr. Williams did not get to finish what he was saying as in a
blur of movement Peter closed the short distance between them and with one
clenched fist around the man's shirt collar, he raised him off the ground;
his short, chubby and almost shapeless feet no longer touching it as he
held him inches from his face while the man flayed his hands in all
 directions trying to regain his balance as vertigo had swept over him by
the swiftness of the action.

"You will never talk to me like that again, and you will never talk about
my father like that in front of me again, or I
 tear you to shreds like the rat that you are. Now you will go to your
room, gather your things and leave. You were supposed to look after and
manage the Manor and Estate, but the outer walls are in bad disrepair, the
roof from what I can see is almost entirely collapsed, the metal is
rusting, and I bet there will be further disrepair inside the Manor and the
Estate.

"You have failed your job, and if you so didn't like it working for my
father as a manager for the Manor and the Estate you could have always quit
and searched for employment elsewhere. If I find any financial embezzlement
or anything improper, I will make sure you never see the light of day again
and is locked in prison for a very long time. And trust me, the friend I
will send the Estate financial records will look onto them like a hawk on
the prowl. He is extremely meticulous, and we've been close friends since
we were three so he will pay extra attention. Do I make myself, absolutely
crystal clear worm?" Peter spoke with authority but without betraying much
of his emotions in the tone of voice he used. His voice was heard almost
like a lion's growl though, ready to act, its muscles relaxed and yet full
of energy.

Mr. Williams gulped and whined, nodding his head up and down in short
defined motions indicating his understanding to what Peter was telling
him. Peter released him as if he was touching filth and he fell in his
shapeless almost pear shaped behind on the granite.

Within seconds he had gotten up and disappeared inside the house. Peter
clasped his hands together as if to clear away dirt from them and turned to
Mr. Giles smiling. Mr. Giles was doing his best not to show the measure of
his pleasure at this turn of events and stay to the professional standard
he had used his entire career from back when he had been hired by Peter's
grandfather.

"Guys go find yourselves what rooms you want to live in, pick any you like
but the top one in the attic is mine," he told them making Christian groan
as if Christmas had been cancelled from the announcement that he could not
have the attic room.

Ryan tickled him making him squirm and giggle as he ran inside the house
making Ryan chase after him.

Malthe followed placing his textpad and pencil inside his cult Swedish
backpack he had gotten for his last birthday and now treasured as the last
gift from his parents. Well Peter's and Ryan's father had become his and
Christian's father very soon after his mother had married him, having
accepted him and his twin brother as if they were his own from the very
first moment he met them.

He hugged his backpack close to his chest as he walked in the Manor after
his brothers. His eyes darting everywhere around taking in all the new
surroundings, strange noises, and unseen wonder that only a child's eyes
can see in the world.

"Young Master Malthe doesn't speak much, does he?" Mr. Giles inquired out
of interest for his new Master.

Peter chuckled, "No. Like Plato said, wise men speak because they have
something to say; fools because they have to say something. Malthe is
similar. He speaks only when he must and has something to say. He usually
prefers to stay silent, shrug his shoulders and hug to convey his
emotions."

"I see, good to know then Mr. Jarrow," Mr. Giles said. Their conversation
continued as they entered the Manor's front doors.

Meanwhile, Ryan and the twins where on the first floor searching the empty
rooms one by one to each find what room they wanted to live in, although
they all knew that Christian and Malthe would at least for a few years yet,
until boys or girls entered their lives sexually and they needed privacy
even from each other, would sleep together at night sharing
 the warmth and furthering their twin bond.

"I like this room!" Christian exclaimed while jumping up and down giggling.

"You've said that about the last ten rooms you saw Chris!" Ryan told him
chuckling, shaking his head left and right in disbelief of the younger's
energy and almost gold-fish change of attention.

"But they are all sooooo nice!! Can't we sleep every night in a different
room Ry?!" Christian chirped as he emerged from yet another room's
mahogany, glossy door.

All doors had such exquisite carvings on them that one could sit and stare
each of them individually lost in the master work of the carver's art; each
door had been carved after a different renaissance painting, this room was
carved after
 Caravaggio's "Amor Vincit Omnia", the next one after Tintoretto's
"Veronica Franco" and so on.

"What do you think Chris? Come on all rooms are pretty much the same, pick
one already! I found the one I want!" Ryan said smiling.

He had just opened a door leading to the room that exited above the front
entrance vault. It was the only room in the
 Manor except the Attic Master bedroom that had its own full sized balcony
instead of a window with a small balcony
 comprising of a balustrade supported at either end by plinths on console
brackets, barely large enough to fit a few potted plants or support one's
head on a hand or elbow and look outside.

"Hey I want this one! I like it!" Christian said poking his tongue out at
Ryan who grabbed him and started tickling him.

"Well you can't have it! This is now my room. Besides, as we've established
you like all rooms, so go pick another one Christian!" he told the writhing
and squirming boy as it laughed and giggled in his hands trying to escape
the tickling torture he had so abruptly been put under.

"Christian, I have found our rooms," Malthe said in his usual quiet, steady
voice.

"Ohh!! Which ones!?" Christian squealed and ran over to his twin
counterpart as Ryan released him, dropped his old school backpack on the
floor to mark his terrain and "ownership" of the room and followed his
brothers.

Ryan followed the twins in the rooms Malthe had picked. They were on the
other side of the first floor main corridor on the left. They passed the
marble staircase connecting the ground floor with the first, second and
attic floors. The polished pink marble with blue hued veins sparkled
brilliantly, the railings carved to resemble wild roses from metal and wood
ending
 in a larger twisting flower on the top of each floor, in the inner flower
there was a light source and the petals were out
 of patterned, glazed glass of different colours.

His forefathers had certainly built a house one loved to live in, to dream
in, to wonder and explore. When they were driving to the Manor, Ryan had
been afraid that living in such a large house would feel distant, cold and
emotionless, but now having
 seen the house inside out, having walked inside it, even in the bad state
of disrepair that the Manor was currently in, with
 paint coming off the walls and holes in the wooden room floors, he was
filled with wonder, with a need to be happy again, to love and be loved, to
create new memories.

Malthe opened a door with a self-portrait of Da Vinci originally painted by
Da Vinci in 1512 A.D. carved in it and entered a specious corner room. The
room had a window on each side of the corner, and the roof was different
from all the other rooms
 on the floor as it was not a flat surface for a room or corridor on the
second floor, but instead it was a cone shaped roof like Peter's room on
the attic above the second floor.

The room was empty and void of furniture except a very old looking desk
that was missing a leg standing on three legs and
 touching the wall next to the bathroom door so that it did not fall on the
ground. The desk's lower legs were carved to look like a large cat's paws
with the claws outside, the legs themselves had intricate leaf carvings all
the way to the main desk's body. The desk itself had a panel that closed
and opened downwards, when it was opened it created a surface one could
write or read on. On each side there were two handles that one pulled to
extend two wooden rectangular shaped blocks that the panel touched on. The
inside of the panel had a divide, half of the inner panel being of polished
wood to write on and the other half had a blue felt material to create
friction so that items like an ink bottle could not glide off and shutter
 on the floor. In the inside of the desk there were various shelves and
cupboards for storing items.

On the other wall on the right it had an inter-connecting door to another
room.

"Pity the desk isn't in better shape, it's beautiful," Ryan told no one in
particular.

"I am keeping it, we will have it repaired," Malthe said with finality in
his voice.

"If you like it so much I am sure Peter can find someone in the village to
repair it," Ryan told him shuffling his hair playfully.

"There is, just off the main road, Peter will use them anyways for any wood
related repairs on the Manor," Malthe answered.

"I usually can't get an answer of more than three words out of you and for
this old desk you have spoken so much!" Ryan said almost exasperated, but
he was grinning.

Malthe looked at him straight in his hazel eyes. "You usually do not
provide me with ample stimulation to speak to such length,"
 he said in a semi playful semiserious tone.

Ryan looked at him in disbelief, his jaw now slightly open in shock.

"Ehhh...how old are you again?" He teased or at least tried to tease his
younger brother. Christian giggled as he tried to
 explore every aspect of the room, the corners, the windows, opening them
up to see outside, the ceiling with geometric
 shapes painted and now fading away like most of the ceilings in the Manor.

"I have existed for seven orbital circulations of the Earth around the
sun," Malthe said causing Christian to giggle even more heavily and poke
his tongue at Ryan who shook his head.

"So why this room?" Christian asked.

"Because it faces the east and north, meaning I'll have good natural light
throughout the day, the room on the right connects with this one with an
inner door, I like the carvings on the doors, I like corner rooms, and it's
far away from Ryan's
 room so we all have enough privacy when we must but are close when we want
to interrupt. Also I have no other room on top of me, to the right the
bathroom is between my room and the other room, and I just like it. This is
my room," he said analysing on why he liked this particular room.

"Fair enough... I have a headache!" Ryan giggled and exited the room
heading back to his own room. He spent some time there
 picturing how and where he wanted his furniture and stuff placed until he
heard Peter calling them from downstairs.

"Guys come on, we're going to town!" he told them. As usual, first on the
scene was Christian jumping up and down excitedly
 and playfully followed by Ryan who walked with his hands in his pockets
and Malthe with his backpack on his chest.

"So I'm thinking you should all have your bikes here, not much point in
driving you everywhere when everywhere is so close,"
 Peter told them as he drove the fifteen minutes' drive to Brave Lake
Village.

"YAY!!!" Christian exclaimed and jumped up and down on the back seat making
Ryan giggle and Peter chuckle at his vibrancy.

Peter parked the car outside a diner, and they walked to the bike shop that
was a few meters away.

"Okay guys select your bikes," he told them and waited by the counter as he
chatted up the owner.

Ryan grinned and started going about the shop looking at the various
bikes. He didn't want a mountain bike, he wanted a tall BMX. After about
thirty minutes he found the one he wanted. The body of the bike was all
pearl black made out of carbon fibres and aluminium with the handles, the
insides of the wheels, pedals being cyan blue.

Malthe and Christian had already picked their own bikes with Malthe going
for a BMX, a short one for his age group that was with a white body and
green handles and pedals and Christian had gone for a tricks BMX that Peter
knew he would be breaking
 and changing before the year was over.

"Thanks bro!" they said grinning from ear to ear as he paid for the
bikes. Christian hugged him.

"Is there any sort of coffee house or similar venue where people my age
hang out?" Ryan asked the store owner.

"Yes on the other side of this street past the diner, it's called `Joey's
smoothies'. You can't miss it with all the teenagers in and around the
place," the store owner told him smiling.

"Thank you. I'm guessing you have arrangements to make here for the repairs
right?" He thanked the man and turned his head to Peter.

"Yes, I have to run quite a few errands here in town and not just for the
Manor, but to enroll you three to school for next year and such... You'll
be at the smoothie place?" Peter replied in his usual calm demeanour and
gave Ryan some money.

"Yeah... although I dunno for how long..."

"Well I'll come and find you in the smoothie place if I finish first, if
you finish first and are bored you can always
 ride your bike back to the Manor on your new bikes."

"Yeah okay..." Ryan took his bike and followed by the twins on their bikes
they rode to the smoothie place.

The store owner was correct about not being able to miss it with all the
children and teenagers about.

They locked their bikes in one of the bike stands outside the shop, placed
their newly acquired helmets in their backpacks
 and entered the store.

They proceeded to the counter and looked at the various smoothie
combinations and flavours. Ryan knew that many of the teenagers were eyeing
the new arrivals trying to determine if they would be cool enough to be
included in their circle
 of friends.

"Hello there, new in town? Haven't seen you before." A man in his thirties,
with platinum blond hair, tall and nice facial characteristics spoke to
him. Being the only adult in the store and being in a small town, barely
larger than a village it was not such a large stretch that he was the store
owner and not an employee.

"Yes sir, we are new to town, just arrived today. I'll have a grape and
melon smoothie, Chris, Malthe what are you having?"  he said, smiling and
turned to see his brothers.

"I'll haaavveee.....aaa....uhmmm....-giggles-aaaa....an apple cinnamon
smoothie Ry, Malthe wants a honey, banana and orange one," Christian
said. Malthe was looking around at all the various new faces and people,
some girls giggled and bated their
 eyelashes. Malthe seemed to ignore them.

"I didn't hear any house being sold or rented... where are you staying?"
Joey asked.

"We already sort of owned our...house but we were living in the city," Ryan
said vaguely enough.

"Fair enough, well welcome to Brave Lake Village lads!" Joey said, smiling
and turned to make the smoothies.

Ryan turned around and watched for an empty table. There wasn't any, but he
did saw a boy sitting alone in the
 far corner seemingly away from anyone else. He drank his smoothie and
didn't look up from the table. He looked
 sad and Ryan decided to go and sit with him.

Ten minutes later, their smoothies were ready and paid. Ryan started
walking towards the boy on the back. Some more
 people turned their heads towards him. For some reason they seemed to be
in awe? Fear? Ryan didn't give it much of a thought as he made his way past
some tables.

"My name's Terry Jones, you don't want to sit with *him*; he is tainted,
his mother committed suicide, but being new in town I can show you around
and you can be my friend." An older looking teenager stood in front of
him. He looked like a block of granite, graceless, not exactly ugly but
definitely not handsome, with dirty, unruly blond hair and lots of muscle
mass. He had a sneer on his face that made him look like a banshee from a
fantasy novel.

Ryan decided almost instantly that he didn't want to be his friend in this
world or any other.

Ryan looked at him with a look of complete disgust in his usually relaxed
and boyish face. The two now had the full attention of almost every person
in the smoothie store.

Ryan understood in an instant what was going on. Terry was probably the
biggest, nastiest bully around, and he had decided that because the boy's
mother had taken her own life, that he would make his life a living
hell. Being a bully ensured that very few people, if any, defied him and
were friends with the boy.

"Can you please get out of my way? I do not know you, or him and I will not
judge him for something traumatic that happened to him for which he had no
control or blame in. Apparently though you do...I guess you are the town's
bully, and no one dares defy you...I do not care to be your friend or to be
near you," Ryan told him with a calmness that was usually Peter's
characteristic.

"Well they are biological brothers," Malthe thought as he took in the whole
exchange and everyone's facial expressions and body reactions. Some
flinched, others tried to move backwards in their seats, others looked sad;
some looked like they were enjoying this, probably each for different
reasons.

Terry looked pissed off, but he laughed like he had heard a very good joke,
"No little boy! Sit somewhere else," he said with a bigger, now evil sneer
in his face.

Ryan stood his ground. Malthe observed as his rear left leg turned ever so
slightly and his toes now angled at ninety degrees from his body and front
right leg. His hands relaxed on his sides, but to an eye for detail like
Malthe's, full of energy, full of anticipation at the building tension.

"I wouldn't be doing that if I were you Terry. Unlike everyone else around
here, he isn't afraid of you and your shit,"
 an unknown boy's voice said from behind them. He must have been standing
near the entrance as the voice did sound slightly
 distant, not coming from right behind them.

"No fucking twelve year old can best or threaten me! I am the fucking
regional karate champion! Now you little shit, turn round and sit somewhere
else before I pound you!" Terry said, now looking angry at both Ryan and
the other boy who
 had spoken up against him. He placed a hand on Ryan's shoulder getting
ready to push him backwards.

"OY! I will not have that kind of shit in my store! Even from you Terry!
Stop or I'll throw you out on your ass!" Joey
 said in an angry, raised voice pointing at Terry holding a knife as he was
cutting up a fruit for another younger looking girl who had just ordered a
smoothie.

Few people saw Ryan's boyishly cute face distort in an evil grin as in a
flash he grabbed Terry's hand on his shoulder
 with one hand, squeezed the fingers together and grabbed Terry's elbow
with the other hand. In a blink of an eye later, Ryan had stepped to the
side bringing his left foot forward and his right foot back and to the
other side in an arch bowing his center of weight towards Terry who
screamed in pain and agony as he fell to the floor.

"I am thirteen years old and I really don't like bullies. Now please get
out of my way," Ryan said, and using the hand that had hold of Terry's
fingers and palm, he pushed him back. Terry fell on his ass and had to use
both hands to steady himself. Some people gasped at what had just happened
and within seconds the store was abuzz with whispers.

Ryan stepped to the side and walked over to the lone boy with the twins
next to him.

"Can we sit with you? I am Ryan and these are my brothers Christian and
Malthe," Ryan said smiling and sat down without waiting for an answer from
the boy.

"My name's Jason...Jason Cooper... thanks!" he said smiling, or at least
trying to smile. "I guess you'll want to know what Terry was talking
about...?" he said with uncertainty. He had short dark blond fritz hair,
his body looked lean and athletic
 through his jeans and t-shirt, he had fire short of hazel eyes and he
looked to be about one hundred and sixty centimeters high, his arms didn't
as of yet have any muscular toning but then again he did look to be
thirteen so it wasn't abnormal, his wrists looked small enough that he
should be able to enclose his hands around them. His waist looked thin and
his legs folded as they were under the chair and appeared to be equally
lean but athletic. He looked to have a healthy bulge between
 his legs, but sited as he was Ryan could not understand more about it. He
was cute in his own way.

"Well no...not until you are ready to tell me... and definitely not in here
mate!" Ryan said and Jason nodded looking more relaxed.

"How old are you J? I am seven!!" Christian chirped in after taking a gulp
of his smoothie.

Ryan chuckled and tussled the youngster's blond curls.

"I turned thirteen a month ago. You are Christian or Malthe?" Jason asked
trying to understand which one of the twins was which.

Ryan and both the twins giggled at the same time. "They must be the easiest
identical twins to know which one is Christian and which one is
Malthe. Malthe doesn't talk much if he doesn't have something to say
whereas Christian is...well a hurricane of energy and chatter!" Ryan said
and probed Christian's ribs making the cherub boy giggle.

"Hey! Cut it out!" Christian giggled as Jason entered the fray with
smoothie coming out of his nostrils.

"So you're new in town?" Jason asked finishing his smoothie.

"Yeah we just arrived today. About an hour or so ago."

"What do your parents do to be sent out here, not like we have any
corporations or anything?" Jason asked as he watched the three brothers sip
their smoothies.

Ryan looked away, his face sad in an instant. The twins also looked sad.

"Uhhmm...parents...are not alive, we are here with our older brother, sort
of get away from the city and...where it all happened..."
 Ryan stammered out hesitantly.

Jason blushed and rubbed his cheek with his hand feeling awkward,
"Ohh...eehhhh...I'm sorry...I didn't know..."

Ryan smiled, "No of course you didn't, no worries mate! As I said we came
here to make a new start...as much as I didn't want to originally...what
with friends and school being back in the city and all...but I guess it
ain't all that bad after all..." he
 said smiling.

Christian's attention had shifted towards some boys his age a few tables
away from them. They were with an older very bored looking girl who
probably had been landed with watching over them and couldn't wait for her
obligation to end. Christian giggled and shifted his weight on his chair to
turn his head more biting his lower lip.

"So what do you do for fun here?" Ryan asked. Malthe was observing
everything in his usual quiet but intense gaze.

"Not much. We have a mall with a small multiplex about thirty minutes by
car but not as easily accessible by bike or foot as it's in the interstate
and it doesn't have a crossing for pedestrians near it. But being the only
mall around it concentrates people from four, five villages so it's almost
always packed. We have the local footy team and stadium.  The school's
football and volleyball teams practice there as well. Then for whoever
likes it there are hiking and biking trails all over the countryside, lake
and mountain as well as some that go through the Estate's forest grounds,
but of late
 that moron who runs it has blocked them off. There is of course the
smoothie parlor and the diner...then of course gathering at friends' houses
and doing stuff...I guess that's just about it," Jason said shrugging his
shoulders.

"Well I do love biking, and movies are not bad...well we can always gather
at each other's house and play some video games or watch a series," Ryan
answered back. "And I do love playing volleyball. When can I apply for the
school team?" He finished talking while looking towards the boys Christian
seemed to be looking so intently at. He shook his head chuckling and looked
 back at Jason.

Their discussion continued with Malthe not missing a single thing with his
grey-light blue eyes darting all over the parlor taking in all the sensory
information available, his mind making connections, revealing patterns,
making associations between people, reactions, emotions, facial and body
language, words, visible cues.

Meanwhile, Peter had arranged for the crews to start work from the very
next day. They would start with the roofs and ceilings
 that needed repairs. When that was done, they would continue with the
marble floors and columns, then with the plumbing and electrical circuits
and cables and finally finish with painting the entire Manor inside out and
repairing and polishing the wooden floors. By the end of July, start of
August it should all be finished, well before the coming of winter's cold
breath.

He had also found the school and learned what he needed to do and what
paperwork to sign so that Ryan and the twins would be
 enrolled and could start school next year. He had liked the principal
lady; she looked intelligent, understanding and capable.
 When the issue of Malthe's highly increased IQ had come up, she had
offered to place him three to four grades above his own so that he could be
challenged academically and not be bored in class but Peter had
declined. He had explained to her that he
 didn't want a seven year old with eleven to twelve year olds; he wanted
Malthe with his own age group even if he would be bored in class. She had
understood and accepted it.

Having finished some other errands as well, he walked over to the diner to
grab a coffee and meet some more of his new sort
 of neighbors and hopefully new friends. In small towns and large villages
like this one, a diner was always a meeting place
 for the locals.

He opened the door and got in; some people turned their heads towards him
and smiled. He sat on a chair, picked up a menu and started reading what
was on it.

"Hello, you must be new in town? Or are you passing by?" a sweet melodic
voice asked him. The moment he heard it, he knew that he loved the voice
and that it must belong to a very sweet and beautiful woman. He looked up
already feeling the desire
 to smile.

Then his eyes travelled up from the menu and he saw her and at that very
second time froze. He smiled from deep in his heart
 with all the warmth he could place in a smile as his eyes run over the
beauty before him. She had long brunette straw like
 hair, an oval-egg shaped face that adhered to the golden ratio, her eyes
neither too small nor too big, with two deep blue orbs sparkling as if
diamonds were contained inside them, her nose complimented her face well, a
French nose indeed it was, small, cute and neither curving up nor down. Her
lips were full and blood red and just made you beg to be allowed to kiss
them ever so softly. Her neck was long enough. Her cloth-covered breasts
reminded him of two perfect melons that stared up
 into the heavens. He couldn't see her legs and rest of her as she was
behind the counter but he knew that eventually he
 wanted to marry her. Getting there though would be half the fun.

She smiled back and giggled at his overt inspection of her and his loss for
words. Well he wasn't half bad himself either
 standing at one hundred and ninety centimeters above the ground, with a
well built and muscular body, a pleasant face, at
 least according to what others had told him, and two very intense and
expressive hazel eyes.

"Yes, I just moved here from the city with my brothers. My name's Peter
Jarrow," he said, smiling and looking relaxed.
 This was not his first flirting with a girl, he now hoped it would be the
last.

She giggled some more, "I'm Maria Cooper and I also have a younger
brother... raising a teenager can be...challenging!" she said.

"Yes I know what you mean! Ryan is now thirteen and he can be a handful at
times. At other times I just sort of, you know,
 want to strangle him, but what can I do?! I love the little twerp!" he
said chuckling.

"Yes indeed. How come you moved out here in the middle of nowhere?" she
asked as tactfully as she could, obviously wanting to gain information on
where their parents were.

Peter's smile wavered for a second but then he regained his composure and
sighed.

"Our mother died when she gave birth to Ryan thirteen years ago...then
father remarried and she had twin boys from a previous marriage and
then...about a month ago they died in the fire in the theatre if you heard
about it on the news," he said calmly.

She clasped her hands in front of her mouth in shock and her eyes betrayed
the sadness she felt for him and regret that
 she had asked.

"Yes we heard it in the news, I am so sorry! My condolences!" she said as
she placed her hands on the counter.

"Thank you, you couldn't have known. It does hurt as it is expected, but I
do have to look after three brothers so it
 lies in the background. We came out here because our grandfather owned
a...house that I and Ryan have inherited and I
 decided to get us away from the city and the memories, build a new life
for us all here."

She could see that he had decided to put his needs and life on hold so that
he could provide a life for his younger
 brothers, two of them that were not even biologically related. It did not
go unnoticed or unappreciated by her as
 her eyes seemed to sparkle even brighter than before and she bit her lower
lip subconsciously.

"They are so lucky to have you as a brother! What will you have?"

"Thank you. I am also lucky to have them. They are great for younger
brothers! I'll have some coffee, black, with no sugar," he said and she
wrote it down it down and then started serving him some coffee from an
already made pot.

"How old is your brother?" he added.

"Well he turned thirteen about a month ago. It's been pretty much just the
two of us ever since....well since our mother died of cancer and dad
decided that he couldn't handle it...he started drinking and when I
wouldn't give him any money he picked up and left us..."

He liked her even more as they spoke. She was a kindred spirit as it would
seem, sacrificing her needs as well to raise
 her younger brother, not many would, but he had found one that did, and
all he needed was one.

"My turn to say that I'm sorry and express my condolences. Well I hope that
his behaviour hasn't erased your faith in all men."

She smiled at him deeply but said nothing. Why do women love to be so
vague, Peter would never understand but it did add to the experience of
flirting and hunting after them.

She was about to ask or say something when a man appeared from the kitchen
door behind her. "Stop lazing about! Go service the other customers; I
don't pay you to flirt around!" he said harshly at her and disappeared back
into the kitchen.

She looked really angry and sad to be ridiculed like that publically but
she just sighed and smiled. "I'm sorry for that."

"Don't be. He's an asshole. Let me pay you for the coffee and I'll be
seeing you again soon," he said with his warm smile.

She smiled and took the money for the coffee.

"I think it's time for us to get going, do you want to come with?" Ryan
asked Jason.

"Yeah sure." They stood up as Ryan called Peter on his mobile.

"Hey, are you still in town?"

"Yes, I was just coming to see if you're still in the smoothie store."

"Yes we were just leaving, We'll see you outside," Ryan said and terminated
the call.

They were near the store's entrance when Terry tried to get in their way,
this time looking angry enough to blow a gasket.  Ryan ignored him and
after he made sure that the twins and Jason had moved out of the store, he
side stepped and got out himself ignoring the older bully completely.

"Everything okay?" Peter asked him.

"Yeah, he's just an idiot. It's okay, nothing I can't handle," Ryan
answered shrugging his shoulders. "This is my new friend, Jason. Jason my
older brother Peter." He introduced them.

Peter and Jason shook hands as the twins retrieved their bikes from the
bike stands.

"I was wondering maybe I can stay here in town with Jason some more and
come back later?"

"Yeah I don't have a problem. The movers won't be here for about two weeks
and I don't need you for the moment. Just come back later for dinner okay?"
Peter told him, looking at him and Jason.

"Yeah sure."

"Can we stay as well!? Can we?! Can we?!" Christian asked in his child's
excited way, giggling.

"Not today Chris, maybe another day, mount your bikes in the trunk."

Christian moaned in disappointment. His desire to be with the grown up boys
obvious to everyone. Peter ruffled his hair and opened the trunk and got in
the car.

When their bikes were loaded in the SUV and the twins had buckled up in the
back seats, Peter waved off Ryan and
 Jason and left.

"Okay, tour me around!" Ryan said as he mounted his bike. Jason mounted his
and off they were.

For the next few hours they rode all over Brave Lake Village, Jason showing
him every nook and cranny, every important location, his house included and
they talked about anything and everything. About the life in the village,
their interests and hobbies, about girls and celebrities, movies and video
games, anything that would pop in their minds.

The sun was setting behind the mountain in the horizon when Ryan's phone
rang.

"Hey Peter, I was just going to call you...yes I'm coming back, I wanted to
ask you if Jason can spend the night...cool --he turned his head to Jason
while holding his mobile on his ear- Jason call your father and ask him if
you can spend the night." They stopped pedaling as Jason retrieved his
mobile from his backpack.

"Well...no father but I'll call my sister," he said somewhat sad for a
second but then the prospect of a sleepover with his new friend overcame
his momentary sadness of being an orphan from a father as well as a mother.

"Yeah hi sis, made a new friend...yes me too, can I sleep at his place
tonight? Thanks I'll ask him wait a sec... -he
 looked at Ryan- where do you live?"

"Brave Lake Manor," Ryan said simply.

Jason almost fell out of his bike from the answer and his surprise.

"What! No way!! I've never even seen what the Manor looks like from up
close!! Yes sis that's where they're staying
 apparently. Okay cool I'll call you tomorrow then."

"Okay bro, Jason's sister says it's okay! Yes we'll see you in a bit!" Ryan
said and terminated the call.

They started pedaling towards the road to the Estate.

"I can't believe you're staying in Brave Lake Manor! The rumours in town
were that it was under sale. Did your brother buy it?"

It was Ryan's time to almost fall from his bike. "No it was never under
sale, me and Peter inherited it from our grandfather and father. It has
always been in the family and it will always be. Our great grandfather
purchased the land and built it. Grandfather finished it in his
youth. Peter used to come here for summer vacations when he was young but
then stopped for various reasons. It's the first time me for me and the
twins," Ryan explained. He made a mental note to tell Peter about the
rumours, obviously that rat of a man Mr. Williams was preparing to sell the
Estate and the Manor illegally and run off with the payment. It made his
blood boil with anger. How dare he try and scam out their inheritance?!

Jason didn't speak, he looked nervous. Ryan smiled at him.

"Hey no worries, it wasn't you who either spread the rumours or tried to
illegally sell the Estate, thanks for the
 info. I'll tell Peter and he can look into it." Jason smiled back and they
continued to chat until they arrived at the Estate's outer doors, the ones
Ryan had opened earlier. They were closed so Peter must have closed them
after entering with the car. It would seem that's how he wanted it, at
least for now.

"Help me open these slabs of metal please!" Ryan said un-mounting his
bike. He let it fall to the wet ground and walked over to one of the two
pieces of the gate.

"Sure. What does the inscription on top mean?" Jason followed him and they
started to push them open. They got in and closed the gates.

Ryan told him what it means as they rode their bikes again. Forty five
minutes later they were in front of the Manor's
 front entrance.

It was by now almost pitch black, the only sources of light being the
Manor's internal and external lights and the stars above in the moonless
night.

Ryan was almost knocked off his feet when a giggling Christian came running
at him and hugged him. "I missed you Ry!"
 he said as Ryan hugged him back.

When Christian let go of him, Ryan kneeled on the ground and hugged Malthe,
pinching the younger boy's cute button nose making him giggle and smile.

Malthe looked at Jason, walked over to him and hugged him tight. Jason
didn't know what to do so he looked around to Ryan who also looked
astonished at Malthe's action. Jason didn't know this of course, but Malthe
was very reserved with strangers. He could hug Christian, Ryan, Peter or
someone else he knew and trusted and loved, but with strangers,
 it usually took him a good long while to open up. For him to hug an
unknown to him teenager boy so soon after meeting him, it was almost
unheard of.

Jason hugged him back until Malthe let go of him and started walking inside
the house, "It's cold." His Laconic answer to unasked question.

"He doesn't talk much does he?" Jason enquired when the twins had moved in
the house. They dropped their bikes on the gravel road and started walking
towards the Manor's entrance.

"No...he is a quiet sort of character. There's so much going on in his
mind, so much intelligence that he prefers to talk little and with good
reason. He usually expresses his desires by hugging, shrugging his
shoulders and pointing to what
 he wants. It takes some getting used to, but he really is a great kid,"
Ryan said smiling sweetly as from the love he
 felt for his younger brother.

"Yeah he really is very cute and cuddly! I would love to have him as my
brother as well. How high is his IQ?"

"Well...I don't know...his previous school had him take an IQ test, he
didn't make a single mistake, answered all the questions quite extensively
and had time to spare."

"All of the questions? But some of them are very abstract, not meant to be
answered exactly..."

"Yeah I know but nonetheless he did finish the whole test."

"How come he is still at school then? From what I know they bump such
people up to higher grades?"

"His mother didn't want it, my...our father either and Malthe would only
shrug his shoulders when asked so the school
 was pressed to let him amongst his peers even if he was bored in most
classes."

They walked in the Manor and Jason just stood there gawking in awe at the
interior.

"Mr. Giles, this is my friend Jason," Ryan said as the butler approached
them.

"Yes, I am acquainted with young Mr. Cooper, sir."

"Yeah I know Mr. Giles comes and eat at the diner from time to time," Jason
said nodding to the old man.

Ryan blushed unfamiliar with being called sir.

"If I call you Daren will you call me Ryan? I am not used to being called
sir," he asked the old man smiling.

"I can indeed Ryan. Unorthodox to my training but I can indeed. I am to
tell you and your friend that dinner will
 soon be served in the dining room, and that your brother is waiting for
you there, now to find the twins," Daren said in his usual manner.

Ryan smiled and nodded. They headed for the dining room. Peter was seated
at the head of the table, reading a very old looking book. Two servants
were preparing the plates and cutlery for dinner.

Peter looked up and smiled at them.

"How was your ride Ry?"

"It was good. Jason showed me around. Peter, Jason told me that the rumours
in town said that the Manor and the Estate were being sold or at least
someone was trying to sell it," Ryan said with concern in his voice.

"Well obviously that is not happening, but I called for a courier to come
by tomorrow and pick up the financial
 records and some other documents for Rick and George to look over. If
that...man tried or did anything, I'll know, and he'll know the full extent
of my wrath and the legal vindictive punishment. Don't worry Ryan, no one
is taking
 our inheritance from us," Peter said calmly but seriously.

Ryan nodded and sat next to his brother, Jason sat next to him.

Mr. Giles came with the twins in tow, soon after the servants that had been
preparing the dinner-wear went away
 and minutes later they came back holding serving platters full of food.

They placed them on the table. "The cook has made beef casserole, baked
potatoes, cinnamon rice with double cream and green salad to welcome you
all to the Manor sir.... sorry I forgot si... I mean Peter," one of the
servants said.

"Thank you Mr. Faring. Express my gratitude to Mrs. Alford."

"Of course...Peter." This was so unusual for poor Mr. Faring, to call his
boss by his first name and not by "sir" or at the very least by his
surname. But, Peter would not have it any other way. Before long, he would
also convince Mr.  Giles as well. All he needed was time.

Christian and Malthe sat opposite of Ryan and Jason, eager to eat all the
deliciously smelling items on the table,
 looking at the serving platters containing their dinner as if they had not
eaten for days if not weeks, their eyes
 sparkling with anticipation, hunger and boyishness.

Mr. Faring started holding the platters for them to serve food onto their
plates, but Peter told him to serve food himself to the twins and eyed them
with a mock anger in his eyes that quickly turned to laughter. Ryan knew
that allowing Christian to serve himself could be a bad mistake as in his
eagerness and impatience to get more food than everyone else before the
plate containing the food was removed from his reach, he usually ended up
serving more food
 on the table and the floor rather than on his plate.

Christian giggled and shrugged his shoulders as if to say "Whaaatt?"
Mr. Faring served him and his twin alter ego.

They started eating, making light conversation in between forkfuls and
spoonfuls of food, learning each other's habits,
 history and just talking to pass the time. It was, as can be imagined, a
vivid and noisy affair as Christian would
 interrupt, giggle and chat, sometimes all together, sometimes while having
food in his mouth, with that latest behaviour
 earning him some real angry looks from Peter. It only happened
twice. Truth be told, as spunkful, vibrant and a tease of
 a character as Christian was, he knew when Peter and, before that, his
parents were being serious and when to stop before
 diving punishment rained down upon him.

"The food is excellent sir, and so delicious, and the Manor... it's like
one of those houses you see in films and fantasy novels," Jason said at
some point having just emptied his plate of food.

"Yes, our great grandfather and grandfather built a beautiful home
indeed. Have as much food as you want Jason. There
 won't be much left anyways with these three food monsters! And please call
me Peter."

They laughed and Christian giggled. "I am not a food monster. I am a very
hungry angel muffin!" he said, pouting his lips and brows in mock hurt.

Peter bent to his left and poked his ribs causing him to giggle more,
"What?! I am cute and edible like an angel muffin!"
 he said, making Malthe roll his eyes and giggle.

Jason took another serving of everything and so did Ryan, with Christian
taking two more and wolfing them down like he was
 some prisoner who had been allowed only water and bread for weeks.

When they had finished and feeling very comfy and full, Christian shot up
like a rocket as Mr. Faring and the other servant were taking away the
serving platters and dishes, went around the table almost causing
Mr. Faring to drop what he was
 holding, and grabbed hold of Jason's hand in both his hands.

"Come on! I want you to help me with my bath!" he told the helpless
teenager.

Jason looked over at Ryan who tried his best not to laugh. "Don't look at
me mate. Christian is not known for taking no for an answer. Well, Malthe
as well for that matter." he said trying not to giggle at the expression of
uncertainty and
 near despair from his new friend.

Peter looked over in Malthe's eyes, the young angel looked back at him and
shrugged his shoulders and stood up. "I don't
 mind...if Ryan comes as well."

"I'll come bro. Come on let's go," Ryan said rising to his feet.

Seconds later, they were climbing the stairs to their room when Ryan closed
the distance between his mouth and Jason's ear and whispered to him.

"I ought to warn you. I don't know if Peter knows, but their mother and our
father certainly didn't. They like to fool around when having their bath,
at least the last couple of years that they've had their bath without their
mother present.
 So if you don't feel comfortable seeing something like that, make an
excuse not to help with their bath, because it is highly likely that they
will do something in front of you, being a...well stranger won't stop
them."

Jason looked at him surprised, "I...no... I don't mind. I mean I like girls
and all, but I did use to fool around with my cousin when I was at their
age...sometimes...well before mom...well before, when I had friends we
would also fool around some...  you know in the absence of girls..." he
said back in a whisper.

They entered the twins' room, Jason constantly voicing his astonishment at
the Manor's internal decorations and carvings.

"Well you should see it after all the repairs are done," Ryan told him as
he turned on the metal valves to fill up the marble bathtub, adjusting the
water temperature. It was one of the few rooms that had water for now.

The twins stripped down making Jason ogle at their naked beauty even if
they were so young. Maybe it sort of added to it,
 blending their natural beauty with their young boyishness, making them
look like one of those cherubs in renaissance paintings, although the twins
were not chubby like those in the paintings.

Ryan and Jason soaped them up, Jason being a bit apprehensive from soaping
up below Christian's belly button until the young boy poked his tongue out
at him, grabbed his hand and shoved it lower. Jason discovered to his great
surprise that the young boy was sporting an erection, his 1.18 inch dicklet
standing proudly erect. He soaped him up as quickly
 as he could, lest be thought of by Ryan as some sort of pervert who liked
touching a boy as young as Christian so intimately and moved on to soap
Christian's bubble behind also as quickly as he could and finally moved to
the boy's back and shoulders. To his great horror, he was now sporting an
erection under his jeans as well.

Just when Jason thought he had seen it all and escaped the worst of it,
Christian looked at him with a mischievous
 look and then bent forward, grabbed Malthe's back of his neck and
connected their lips. Malthe tried to protest that
 they were not alone, but surrendered to his brother's kissing.

Ryan giggled and Jason was rooted to the spot, unable to take his eyes off
of the kissing cuties in front of him,
 subconsciously moving his hands in front of his crotch to hide his now
fully erect boyhood.

Malthe moaned and pushed his tongue inside Christian's mouth who leaned him
back more until Malthe's head and back
 were touching the bathtub's surface.

They began a frantic rhythm of French-kissing, and soon enough, their small
hands were groping their smaller erections.

Ryan was stroking himself without even knowing it through the fabric of his
jeans. He stole a glance towards Jason
 to find him doing the same. He swallowed hard and dry, his eyes burning
with increasing lust and his throat dry
 from the sexiness of what he was watching and turned his eyes back to the
twins.

Just when Christian was jerking off Malthe properly, making him squirm and
moan, Jason jerked his head coming out of his trance.

He cleared his throat, "Ghmm...I...it's getting late guys, we should put
you to sleep," he told them, drawing Christian backwards and off his
brother. Christian groaned but stood on his legs. Ryan rinsed them off and
then they each dried off one of them making them squirm and giggle when
their ribs and other ticklish places were dried.

They tucked them in their sleeping bags and left the bathroom light
open. Ryan knew that all the unknown, new sounds and location would be
somewhat scary for the younger boys until they got used to it all, so a
source of light would allow them to sleep peacefully. Due to the state of
the roof, he wrapped a blanket that someone had left by the door on top of
each of them.

He kissed their cheeks and after telling them the usual "don't let the bed
bugs bite," he and Jason left the room, leaving the door slightly open.

"We have some time before we have to turn in...what do you want to
do...unfortunately I don't have any of my stuff yet,"
 Ryan said, bumped out at the lack of his personal stuff and furniture.

"Well I would like to see the Manor, I've never been inside the outer gates
to the Estate much less the Manor but I guess the light doesn't help now so
tomorrow morning...is there anywhere we can sit and talk?" Jason tried to
cheer him
 up by not asking something that would require technology or similar avenue
of entertainment.

"Ryan sir, if I may interrupt, there is a patio on the back where the pool
is; it has loungers you two can sit on,"
 Mr. Giles said from behind them startling them.

Ryan yelled and Jason jumped as they both turned around to eye the man
evilly before they burst out laughing.

"Thank you Daren, we'll go there...just don't ever do this again!!" Ryan
said amidst laughing.

They walked downstairs to find Peter sitting in one of the armchairs by the
fireplace in the living room. The fire
 was not lit yet being summer, and there was no need even if it was chilly
outside.

"Hey Peter what are you reading?" Ryan asked as he opened the glass window
sliding door to the back garden and the patio with the pool.

"Have you been to the library yet? There are books there from the fifteen
hundreds...apparently our great grandfather
 was an avid collector. This old book is "The Pit and the Pendulum" a short
story written by Edgar Allan Poe and published in 1842. Some of the books
in the library I don't think I'll ever read as they are in Italian, German,
French and Spanish of those times. I only know French and I think I would
still have a problem deciphering the renaissance French from today's
modernized French, but it is still an impressive collection that I fully
intent on
 growing once we start having a steady, healthy income from the
agricultural lands of the Estate."

"We'll check it out tomorrow. Although, I think I'd be terrified of
damaging something so old," Ryan said, standing in the open window with
Jason who liked the Jarrow family more and more by each passing second.

"Nah, you'll do fine, there are some simple rules to follow when handling
an antique book. I'll explain them to you both and then so long as you
follow them you'll have no problems Ry. Where are you going?"

"Just outside, sit in the loungers by the pool for a while."

"Okay, have fun. Our stuff should be here within one to two weeks, but we
won't be able to place most of them until
 the repairs are over, so probably until ending of July."

"Are we to sleep in sleeping bags until then?" Ryan asked somewhat
irritated.

"No, a bed can be moved around when it is time to fix the wooden floors and
paint the walls in each room, but it will
 be too much of a hustle if we have to remove everything else and put it
back after the repairs. Not to mention that it may end up damaging stuff if
that was to happen, so when the stuff arrive I'll have the movers carry the
heavy stuff
 and furniture in general locations like corridors near the room where they
are meant to go and cover them with sheets
 until the repairs are done," Peter said in his usual calm demeanour
ignoring the somewhat understandable irritation Ryan,
 as a teenager, was displaying for all this upheaval and change.

"Okay I guess," Ryan said and walked outside, closing the glass door behind
him and Jason.

"It's a nice night tonight...and the Manor is so...unbelievably amazing!!"
Jason said, grinning and trying to shift Ryan's mind from the
understandable discomfort that the whole moving to the countryside was
causing him.

They sat on two loungers next to each other and their talk drifted from one
subject to the next, their friendship growing
 and developing until a couple of hours later Peter told them it was time
for bed as they had an early rise the next morning.
 He wanted them to go to the nearby mall and buy a few things and be back
before the construction crew arrived at eleven.

Ryan woke up just as the sun was coming up from behind the lake and the
mountain to the west of the lake shown in brilliant golden colours. He
immediately knew that he was not alone in the sleeping bag. He untangled
himself from
 the younger, smaller body as quietly as he could. It was one of the twins
but in this sleeping state it was not possible to say which one. Only when
they were awakened could one distinguish them by who talked the most.

He smiled and caressed his younger brother's cheek gently. The sleeping boy
moaned and tried to hug him closer in his sleep. Ryan gave him a soft kiss
on his cheek and got up to go to the bathroom. He had a raging morning
erection that he needed to satisfy.

Jason was sleeping in his sleeping bag and it was no surprise that the
other twin was there with him. For a few nights,
 he would not stop them from doing this. They were only seven and now in a
completely foreign, larger and stranger environment than their house and
room back in the city. If they continued to choose to sleep with him by
July, he would
 have to talk to them about it.

He walked to the bathroom, closed the door behind him and emptied his
bladder, sighing happily at the almost euphoric feeling.

He washed his hands and got out of the bathroom and his room, dropping one
more glance towards Jason's way. He had to
 stifle a giggle as the twin that was sleeping with him had his hand on
Jason's crotch and was in his sleep rubbing it
 with small movements. The effect to his sleeping friend was obvious in
both his hard-on and the soft, barely audible
 moans that escaped his mouth. In the stillness of night all sounds are
heard.

Ryan decided to do something he hadn't done since he was himself five or
six, so he walked up the stairs to Peter's
 floor and opened the door slightly. He peered inside to see his brother
sleeping on his back, a hand on his side by
 his face, the other on his chest, breathing slowly, rhythmically. Ryan
smiled. There was no need to have any DNA test ever to prove they were
biologically brothers. Both he and their father when he was still alive
slept exactly like that,
 maybe with a leg angled outwards if no one else was in the bed.

"Ryan?" Peter's whisper sounded groggily, half awake, half asleep.

"Y...yes Peter...I was wondering if I could...just lie with you for a
little while," he asked, opening the door more. The
 door made a cracking sound, the joints holding it to the wooden frame
having been left to rust for years.

"Sure Ry, I was about to get up and start getting ready, but hop in," he
said lifting the bed covers.

Ryan walked fast and raising a foot over Peter he got inside the covers and
placed a hand over his brother's torso, nuzzling his head in his
neck. Peter lowered the covers over them both and hugged Ryan around his
shoulders and neck,
 holding him in protectively, lovingly.

They stayed like that for a while until Ryan couldn't hold it in anymore
and he started crying softly hugging Peter tighter, closer, wanting to
somehow pass his sadness away from him and maybe take in something else,
different that would make him feel better.

Peter held him with one hand and caressed his cheek with the other. No
words were needed. Peter knew how Ryan felt
 and why he was crying and Ryan knew Peter's feelings towards the whole
situation and the silent effort he was making for him.

"I miss them so much!" he said a few minutes after he stopped crying, still
hiccupping a little here and there.

"I know Ry! I know more than you'll ever know," Peter told him and Ryan
knew that he could never fully know or understand
 how much it saddened Peter, after all he had never met his mother. He did
understand the void of not having a mother
 somewhat but Peter had met her, he had lost her as well, he had lost both
parents and yet he was there for them, he was strong for them, and
supportive and tried his best to bring them happiness after the profound
loss they had all just been put under.

A few minutes later, Peter patted his back and got up. "I'll meet you all
downstairs for breakfast Ry," he told him, disappearing inside the
bathroom.

"Okay." Ryan left and went back to his room. Jason was awake and chatting
in whispers with Christian. Malthe was still
 sleeping in Ryan's empty sleeping bag.

"Hello mate," Jason greeted him. Christian waved his hand unwilling to
leave the warm comfort of the sleeping bag to
 hug him as he usually does in the morning.

"Hi Jason mate," Ryan greeted him back and kneeled by Christian's side to
give the little boy a kiss on his cheek.  Christian giggled and kissed him
back, snuggled comfortably as he was next to Jason's side.

"I'll wake up Malthe. We must get ready. We're going to the mall," he told
his brother and his friend as he crawled to his sleeping bag and shook
Malthe, gently giving the boy another kiss on his cheek. Malthe stirred and
looked at
 him, smiling for a second. He hugged him and then got up, propping his
weight on his hands, before turning on his all
 fours, his knees and then stood up making a bee line for the nearest
bathroom to empty his obviously full bladder.

He was so cute and funny walking as fast as he was, a hand on his crotch
holding his dicky so that it did not erupt before it was supposed to.

Ryan dropped his pajamas and started wearing his clothes. Christian darted
out of the room, obviously needing to release himself as well, and with
Ryan's bathroom taken, he made Ryan and Jason giggle as he ran for his
room.

A few minutes later, they were downstairs in the dining room serving their
breakfast in their plates, and what a large selection they had to choose
from.

There were several flavours of jam, several different kinds of honey, fresh
and toasted pieces of different kinds of bread, milk, cereal, fried eggs,
bacon, rice puddings, orange juice, and several different fruits, peeled
and sliced.

They all gorged themselves until there was barely anything left intact on
the table.

"Daren, this was excellent! I've never eaten so much breakfast before in my
life!!" Ryan said, smiling widely.

"I'll tell Mrs. Alford, Mr. Ryan. Did you all sleep okay?"

"Well the sleeping bag isn't very comfy, and all the sounds and stuff were
so new...but we slept okay in the end!"  Christian said in his usual
excited boyish tone.

"I am glad to hear that Mr. Christian, what of you Mr. Malthe?" Mr. Giles
asked as he stood behind Peter as his position had been all these years,
first with Peter's grandfather and the man that had hired him when he was
only
 barely a man of twenty years old, just after the second great war that had
left him fatherless, his father having
 died a soldier's death in the front, his mother having died in the air
raids of the city by the German air force.
 Peter's grandfather had taken him in without him having any sort of
training or references. He had trained him and given him a basic education
that he lacked until then. He had started as his personal valet, and when
his master had married and had their first son a few years later, he had
been promoted to Butler of the Estate. To this day, Mr. Giles did not know
why the man had done all that for him.

Ever since then, for more than four decades his position had been besides
his Master. When Peter's grandfather had died and his son had decided
against moving in the Manor, his rightful place had been lost to him. Now
he was again right where he was supposed to be.

"Mr. Giles, we should be back before eleven, but if the construction crew
arrives before us, they are to start with repairing the roofs. I trust that
you'll show them and me where everything is."

"Of course Mr. Jarrow. Have a pleasant time at the mall sir." Peter's
conviction in...reforming his employees may have been strong, but Mr. Giles
was of equal determination and maybe stronger stubbornness not to stray
further than absolutely required from his training and accepted level of
service towards his boss and Master's grandson. Peter had begun to
 understand that it would become a sort of game between them. He liked the
man's attitude and he already had great
 respect for him. It is not easy after all to teach an old dog new
tricks. He contained a grin as he got up and nodded
 his approval to Mr. Giles before heading for the Manor entrance.

Ryan, Jason and the twins got up after him having finished their breakfast
and eager to get to the mall and explore further their new living
environment. According to Jason it was the nearest mall and multiplex
around after all so they all individually thought it a good idea to learn
it by heart.

"Peter, can Jason come with us to the mall?"

"I don't see why not, if his parents don't mind," Peter said and Jason's
wince did not go unnoticed to him.

"I...ehmm...my mother is dead...my father left us after...well after she
passed away. I live with my sister. I'll call her
 now si...Peter."

Peter said nothing, his face showing compassion but not judgment; it was
not his fault after all, any of it.

A good forty minutes later and under instructions from both road signs and
Jason they were parked and riding the
 underground lift from the parking level to the ground level of the mall.

Christian could barely keep his enthusiasm in check whereas Malthe was lost
again in his textpad writing numbers and designs that only had meaning to
him.

Jason and Ryan were chatting amongst themselves and Peter was checking his
list of to-do things lest he forget something
 important.

Peter had to shop some stuff for the repairs of the Manor, some furniture
to personalise their rooms that would not be brought over by the movers, or
that they had outgrown and since they were moving it was as good a time as
any to change and some stuff for in-house use.

"I have to go check some agricultural stuff. Jason is there an arcade that
you lot can go to?"

"Yeah sure."

"Okay, I'll find you there."

"Okays bro," Ryan told him and they left for the arcade on the second
floor.

"Your new bed looks cool, don't you think Christian?" Jason asked the small
framed cherub.

"Ya!! Well I picked it! Duh!" Christian spoke in his usual high pitched
teasing voice making Ryan and Malthe roll their
 eyes and giggle at his antics.

"Indeed you did you little angel muffin!" Jason said laughing. He tried to
tickle the teasing youngster, but he ran away faster than Jason's
stretching hands giggling infectiously.

"Wow!! This place is brilliant!!" Christian exclaimed when he saw the
arcades room.

"Yeah, it's pretty cool," Jason said as they entered.

"Hullo J my man!" A college looking boy greeted Jason and they bumped
knuckles.

"Hullo Garry. This is my new friend Ryan and his younger brothers Christian
and Malthe," Christian was giggling as some
 teenage girls a few meters away were "aaawwing" at them.

"Pleased to meet you Ryan. I'm glad Jason has some friends again, and what
about Terry? He has been riding your case hard,
 the asshole!" Garry said shaking hands with Ryan.

Ryan smiled wickedly. "Yeah Terry tried to push me away...he found out that
I can push back in equal and greater...measure.
 I hate bullies."

"I like this one!" Garry announced grinning.

"Yeah me too," Jason answered, making Ryan's cheeks and ears blush a rather
complimenting shade of pink.

"So which one of you two little devils is Christian and which one is
Malthe? Different names you have!"

"I am Christian of course silly!!" Christian spoke with his hands on his
hips as if it was crystal clear which one of
 them he was, as if they were not as identical as two drops of water.

Garry kneeled in front of Christian. "Why yes, I see it now! It is as
obvious as the sun setting from the east!" Garry
 said tickling the boy.

"The sun sets on the west silly!!" Christian said matter-of-factly while
giggling and squirming.

"Yes it does...and you two are identical silly!" Garry said and tussled
Christian's hair and got up on his feet chuckling.

"So how do you tell them apart?"

"It should be obvious after a time," Ryan said smiling.

Garry looked at each of them and rubbed his bearded chin.

"The river take it, for the love of life or money I can't see it," he said
pinching Christian's button nose.

"It is not in what you can see; it is in what you cannot hear," Malthe
spoke looking beyond Garry's eyes.

"He speaks!" Garry exclaimed.

"Exactly," Malthe and Ryan said simultaneously making everyone burst out
laughing. Malthe shrugged his shoulders
 and hugged Ryan for a second or two.

"Okay guys, so how many chips you want?"

"Give us...thirty..." Jason said but Ryan took out a bill with the number
one hundred on it.

"Give us another seventy," he said.

"What? Ryan that's a lot of money..." Jason tried to stop Ryan from
spending so much money on the arcades.

"Have you seen Christian and Malthe play video games? Well let's just say
that Christian likes to role play his games
 and Malthe...well okay he never loses so essentially Christian can lose
all one hundred in less than ten minutes..."  Ryan chuckled as he gave
Garry the money. Christian giggled and poked his tongue out. Malthe looked
lost in his textpad.

Garry gave him the chips and they turned round to view the games.

"Which one first?" Christian asked excited almost jumping up and down.

"I dunno Chris, any one you want. I think I'll start with terminator,
feeling like killing some machines," Ryan said
 rubbing his hands together feeling excited.

"You cannot kill what is not alive," Malthe said.

"Well whatever, annihilate some machines!" Ryan shook his head and walked
to the arcade.

"Acceptable definition," Malthe whispered.

Ryan pushed two chips in the arcade slot and he and Jason picked up a gun
and started playing, killing or rather annihilating one terminator machine
after another, laughing and being teenagers as they high-fived and bumped
knuckles
 for each difficult kill. Sometime in the game Ryan looked to his side,
checking his friend's crotch and was caught
 by Jason who giggled nervously. Ryan blushed a deep shade of crimson and
his head snapped back to the game screen.

Christian had chosen game with pirates and was playing it very animatedly,
acting as if he was the pirate and he was
 actually fending off his foes trying to get that loot or capture the
princess, yelling and making sound effects with
 his mouth for explosions and waves crashing on the ships and such. Malthe
stood by his side silent, taking in all the new environments, sounds and
senses.

A few games down from the two was a teenager who was also very noisily
playing Tetris and boasting his supposed exploits to a girl his age that
was by his side holding him by his waist, or at least she was trying to
with him moving so
 erratically about.

The teenager lost, his hands shooting above his head in clear sign of
frustration and surrender. He looked around and saw Malthe staring at him
intensely, a very faint smirk on his lips.

The teenager must have taken some sort of offense at Malthe's stare and
smile because he removed the girl's hand from his waist and walked to
Malthe looking at the young boy crossed and frustrated.

"What are you looking at crotch-fruit?" he asked, his hand going for
Malthe's t-shirt collar. Jason had seen the exchange and pushed him back,
his eyes throwing daggers, his fists ready for a fight and his mind
desiring one.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing?" he asked the older boy, getting
between him and the twins who he had grown very fond of, their older
brother as well. He had been the first to stand up for him after all.

"That little shit was smiling for me losing so I..." the teenager started
saying but then Ryan came looking calm.

"So you were going to do what mate? Beat up a seven year old for smiling at
you being a complete idiot boasting a victory before you secure it?" he
spoke trying his best not to smile himself.

The teenager was left speechless, trying to decide what had just happened,
whether or not to beat somebody up or make a
 run for it with whatever shred of dignity he had left. Ryan continued
giving a solution that no one present except the three brothers expected or
thought would serve any good.

"How about a contest. You play a round of Tetris, then Malthe will play a
round. Whoever has the highest score of the two is the winner," Ryan said
no longer able to contain the smirk in his lips.

"You're on! I will crush the little shit!" the teenager proclaimed
arrogantly.

Malthe shrugged his shoulders and walked towards the Tetris arcade.

"What are you doing? Malthe will get creamed!" Jason whispered to Ryan's
ear.

"No he won't. I wasn't exaggerating before when I told Garry that Malthe
doesn't lose at video games. Just sit back and enjoy." Ryan was grinning
widely now, the older teenager having, in his arrogance and false sense of
self-worth in his older years, fallen in his trap.

"I'll go first!" The teenager started playing, some kids from the nearby
arcade machines gathered round them, some cheered the teenager others were
silent. Malthe seemed completely transfixed, locked on the arcade screen as
tiles started falling
 down one after another on faster and faster speeds, the teenager hitting
the buttons erratically, like a person trying to fly an airplane but
without having any knowledge on how to fly it or what each button and
instrument on the cockpit does.  He reached a high score of one hundred
thousand before the pieces started falling too fast and he lost. He shot
his hands on the air and screamed a victorious roar.

"Ha! Match that if you can!" he told the younger boy as he moved to the
side so that Malthe could stand in front of the arcade and play.

Malthe stepped in front and looked at the older boy. "Tell me when you've
had enough crotch-fruit." he said and looked back at the arcade screen, the
game started. He took a deep breath and exhaled.

He placed his hands on the buttons, hitting each only once, his movements
were anything but erratic they were calculated,
 precise, like a surgeon during surgery.

"function eachblock(type, x, y, dir, fn) { var bit, result, row = 0, col =
0, blocks type.blocks[dir]; for(bit = 0x8000
 ; bit > 0 ; bit = bit >> 1) { if (blocks & bit) { fn(x + col, y + row); }
if (++col === 4) { col =
 0; ++row; } } }; var pieces = [i,j,l,o,s,t,z]; var next =
pieces[Math.round(Math.random(0,..." he started whispering each word,
letter and symbol clearly, but loud enough to be heard by those near to
him.

The score wrote one hundred thousand and fifty.

"What's he saying?" Jason whispered to Ryan's ear not wanting to speak
loudly and break the youngster's concentration.

"He can understand math. He can practically visualise the game's code,
recite it and that's why he will not lose. He knows when what piece is
coming, at what rate the pieces are starting to fall faster. He is in his
own world now, playing in his own back yard, and that boy won't know what
hit him."

"...function eachblock(type, x, y, dir, fn) { var bit, result, row = 0, col
= 0, blocks type.blocks[dir]; for(bit = 0x8000 ; bit > 0 ; bit = bit >> 1)
{ if (blocks & bit) { fn(x + col, y + row); } if (++col === 4) {
      col = 0; ++row; } } }; var pieces = [i,j,l,o,s,t,z]; var next =
pieces[Math.round(Math.random(0, pieces.length-1))]; function
occupied(type, x, y, dir) { var result = false eachblock(type, x, y, dir,
function(x, y)
 { if ((x < 0) || (x >= nx) || (y < 0) || (y >= ny) || getBlock(x,y))
result = true; }); return result; }; var pieces =..."

The score had increased to five hundred thousand. The pieces now falling at
higher and higher speed.

"But surely the pieces will start falling too fast at some point?!" Jason
continued, in increasing disbelief in Malthe's
 gaming and math abilities.

"Not going to happen, see how his eyes are not moving, he is in the zone,
you could blast a warhead next to him and he wouldn't notice," Ryan
answered him grinning widely, feeling proud and awed by his younger
brother.

"...[i,j,l,o,s,t,z]; var next = pieces[Math.round(Math.random(0,
pieces.length-1))]; function unoccupied(type, x, y, dir)
 { return !occupied(type, x, y, dir); }; var pieces = []; function
randomPiece() { if (pieces.length == 0) pieces =
[i,i,i,i,j,j,j,j,l,l,l,l,o,o,o,o,s,s,s,s,t,t,t,t,z,z,z,z]; var type =
pieces.splice(random(0, pieces.length-1), 1)[0];
 // remove a single piece return { type: type, dir: DIR.UP, x: 2, y: 0 };
}; var KEY = { ESC: 27, SPACE: 32, LEFT: 37, UP: 38, RIGHT: 39, DOWN: 40 },
DIR = { UP: 0, RIGHT: 1, DOWN: 2, LEFT: 3, MIN: 0, MAX: 3 }, stats = new
Stats(), canvas = get('canvas'), ctx = canvas.getContext('2d'), ucanvas =
get('upcoming'), uctx = ucanvas.getContext('2d'), speed = {..."

The score now wrote nine hundred and sixty thousand. The Tetris arcade had
now been completely encircled by children of all
 ages and both sexes.

"For how long can he sustain this? Is it not harmful to him?" Jason was now
getting worried.

"Do you get hurt or harmed when you breathe?" Ryan asked him completely
calm, but also excited by Malthe's obvious and, to him and Christian,
expected victory over the other boy.

"...start: 0.6, decrement: 0.005, min: 0.1 }, // seconds until current
piece drops 1 row nx = 10, // width of tetris
 court (in blocks) ny = 20, // height of tetris court (in blocks) nu =
5..." Now the score wrote a million and ten thousand.

"Enough...enough... you win!" the teenager stammered out and left as
quickly as he could, everyone else now cheering Malthe.

Malthe came out of his trance-like state, his hands left the arcade and he
looked at Jason smiling. Christian hugged
 and kissed his cheek.

Christian then proceeded to give Jason a kiss on his lips surprising the
older boy.

"Huh? What was that for?!" Jason asked looking at Christian his eyes
bulging.

"For protecting my Malthe silly!" Christian whispered in his ear giggling
before giving him another kiss on his cheek.

Jason smiled and tickled him some before hugging him back and set him down.

"Uhh...hi...I'm Johanna... Johanna," a voice behind Ryan spoke making him
turn to find the source of the voice.

She giggled as he stammered out an answer. "Aaa...h...hi...I'm Ryan
Jarrow!"

She had dark hair that reached just below her shoulders, blue sparkling
eyes. She looked to be his age, having just
 entered puberty, her body was changing from a girl's body to a woman's,
her breasts had started to grow and her legs were long, even though she was
slightly shorter than Ryan. Her face had pimples around her cheeks, with
thin lips and a prominent chin.

She was smiling and her hand was playing with her hair nervously.

Her t-shirt must have been a size smaller as it hanged on her tightly and
her skinny girl's jeans fitted her lower body and crotch in a way that
increased her sexiness.

"That was soooo cool! George can be such an idiot! But your brother is so
amazing! How does he do that!? And oh my
 god!! He is soooo cute!!!" She spoke really fast saying everything in one
breath.

"Yeah, thanks, well he is a special boy! Do you live in Brave Lake Village?
I am new and all so I don't know all that many people..." he said, his
hands fidgeting with each other nervously.

She giggled batting her eyelids. "No I live in the nearby village of
Mountain's reach. I haven't seen you here before.
 I'd remember someone so cute, are you new here?" she asked, interlocking
her hands in front of her pelvis.

"Damn she looks cute and sexy!" Ryan thought and blushed. "Ehhhrr...so you
come here often? In the mall I mean?"

"Ummm...yeah it's like the only descent place around here to hang out and
have...fun!" she said with more eye batting.

"Well I don't know about that. I'll take your word for it, it is nice
though..." the twins and Jason had begun to look at each other and giggle
making Ryan even more nervous.

"I really do not know what they did for fun before this was built a few
years ago! Maybe we can hang out together...you know..."  she said, swaying
her waist ever so slightly and seductively left and right.

Ryan's throat felt dry and coarse. He was almost panting like he had run
for miles and his temples had begun to sweat.

He swallowed and cleared his throat not knowing what to do with his hands,
bringing them up folding them, bringing them down on his sides.

"Uhhh...yeah sure...I'd like that....give me your phone and I'll call
you..." he said, his voice breaking slightly. He tried to smile and act
cool, but his heart was racing a hundred kilometers an hour.

"Sure give me your mobile and I'll type it in..." she said extending her
hand towards him.

He retrieved his mobile from his backpack and gave it to her after
unlocking it. Their fingers touched for the briefest of moments and to Ryan
it was exhilarating, full of life and electricity.

She punched in her number and saved it with her name.

"Well I have to go now..." she said and turned waving her hair around
giggling.

"Yeah...I'll call you..."

The twins started giggling and within seconds Jason joined them.

"Why you twerps!!" Ryan exclaimed and started tickling Christian's ribs and
then Malthe's. The twins giggled uncontrollably,
 their hands trying to free themselves from Ryan, their legs and waists
wiggling and shaking from the laughing the tickling
 brought.

"Stooopp!!! Stooopp! I am going to pee myself you dork!!" Christian said
amidst giggles.

"Looks like you will have a hot date!" Jason said, trying not to laugh, and
actually feeling happy for his friend.

Ryan blushed some, "Yeah...we'll see...what shall we play now until Peter
comes?"

"How about I defeat you in a car race?!" Christian asked pinching his
jeans-covered ball sack, satisfying one of those common itches that seem to
appear in boys and like now sometimes they get a subconscious reaction out
of the boy that is having it, not even realising he's doing that in public.

It didn't go unnoticed by Jason and Ryan who shook their heads looking at
each other knowingly.

"My little angel muffin, there is no way on this Earth you can defeat me in
car racing!" he said heading to the nearest car
 racing arcade.

"Yes there is!!" They played some car racing, and Christian did win some of
it, but then again Ryan had let him win, wanting to make his younger
brother happy. They played some more of the various arcades until Peter
found them having finished with his errands.

Malthe hugged him close and Christian started giggling again as if it was
obvious as to why he was giggling. His sounds being
 infectious made Jason and Malthe giggle as well before long.

"Okay, what is going on. I don't know about you Jason, but Malthe almost
never giggles." Peter stated raising a brow, smiling
 uncertainly of what was happening.

Ryan crossed his hands in front of his chest and rolled his eyes. "I met
this girl...we chatted for a bit and I got her mobile
 number..." he said, feeling a lot less embarrassed about the whole event
from back when it happened.

Peter chuckled, "My little bro is all grown up and is about to have his
first girlfriend!" he said with a look on his face between serious and
teasing.

Ryan poked his tongue out at him and started walking towards the arcades
entrance.

They said their goodbyes to Garry and they left.

"So what will you grow on the agricultural lands for an income?" Ryan asked
him as they drove off from the mall.

"Well I'd love to be able to grow grape vines and make my own wine. It's
what I've studied after all, but the weather will not allow for it I am
afraid."

"Why?" Ryan asked genuinely interested.

"Grapes need a lot of sun you see to grow up proper and produce good
quality wine, it is all down to territory, having a good ground and
environment, good grape variety and lots and lots of sun. Finally of course
what the barrels they are
 stored in to ferment and age are also essential for the extra flavours and
after tastes. The territory we have, the
 Estate with the forest on one side and the very fertile agricultural lands
is perfect for growing wine, as the water from the mountain comes down in
streams and underground springs transferring lots of nutrients and
different "flavours"
 from the mountain and forest into the agricultural lands. I can hire an
expert to cut down some trees from the forest and make some really good
wooden barrels, for different wines, reds and whites. We could have
different tree types like oak or cherry wood, which will give the wines
completely different aftertastes, and I could hire a wine connoisseur of
some reputation that would help me get the whole project up and running,
but none of this matters any since we have
 barely any sun at all, constant fog, drizzle and rain do not help. You can
have a producer who makes overall good or great wine and one year may be
better or worse from the previous or next year by how much sun that year
had," Peter answered him looking disappointed with the absence of sun from
the climate.

"What about the vine seeds? Do we have good quality ones?" This time it was
Malthe who asked, bending forward from the
 back seat, placing his hands on the back of Peter's seat and his chin on
it, looking at Peter through the rear-view mirror.

"Yes, Grandpa always used to boast how a friend of his had given him a few
different varieties of red and white grape-making seeds after losing them
in a game of poker. Supposedly, they are worth a fortune if purchased in
the open market or another producer."

"What if they could be made not to need any sun?" Malthe continued his
questioning.

"It is impossible; it is in the genetic structure of the grape vine, but if
that could be...bypassed or changed...then yes I think that eventually
after a few years of initial trial error and much work we could be making
world class wine," Peter said in an almost dream-like voice, as if he was
daydreaming.

Malthe said nothing and leaned back to his seat, looking outside thinking,
always thinking. He took out his textpad and started writing numbers and
symbols.

They arrived at the Brave Lake Village and after parking the car they head
to the dinner.

"Hey sis, this is my new friend, Ryan and his brothers Christian, Malthe
and Peter!" Jason said hugging his sister.

"Yes, we've met with Peter, pleased to meet you three! I am glad Jason has
friends again," she said and Peter kissed the top of her palm after taking
her hand in his to shake as a greeting but then deciding to press his luck
if only a little and see how she would react.

Using her other hand she rubbed her neck and threw her hair back, waving
her head, giggling.

He smiled and let go of her hand after lingering for but a moment. They sat
down in one of the free tables.

"Maria, quit your lazing about and go take an order! I am not paying you to
flirt with the customers!" a middle aged, balding guy said to her rudely
making her blush angry.

"I am taking orders, stop busting my chops. The only reason you have
clients in this pigsty is me so let me work!" she
 said back in a fierce tone, her brows furrowed together, her eyes
displaying a menacing, turbulent, seething anger
 below her pleasant, joyful exterior. She would take bullshit from no one
and called things as they were.

"My kind of woman," Peter thought and smiled.

"I'll have a coffee and some apple pie," Peter said.

Ryan ordered a vanilla smoothie and a toast. Christian ordered a burger and
fries with coca cola and Malthe ordered a
 strawberry Sunday ice-cream.

She wrote it all down and she left, smiling.

"What's up Jason?" Ryan asked seeing his friend distraught in his thoughts.

"That...asshole! He is always giving her a hard time. She doesn't know I
know, but he asked her out the other day and
 when she declined, he thought of some bullshit excuse and didn't give her
the money from the tips she had earned that day. He is always making passes
at her, giving her lewd comments and such. I guess she's handling it, but
she can't do much...she needs the work to pay the rest and
bills...I...I...it's been the two of us since...- he looked at Peter and
sighed- well since my mother passed away and dad left us, and she's had to
give up so much to raise me. She didn't go to college so she could stay
here and work, otherwise I would have to go to a foster home until she
finished and could get a job and...  well it's all my fault..." he said
lowering his head, his eyes tearing up.

"No!..." Peter said instantly in a definitive final sort of voice, his
hands holding each other on a ninety degrees angle on the table supporting
his torso. "...It's not your fault Jason, just as it's not Ryan's or the
twins' fault that our parents died...shit happens to good people and it's
no one's fault...or at least not yours or mine or Ryan's, it was the fault
of whoever is responsible for putting that fire in the theatre our father
and Lucinda died, and it's your father's fault that he couldn't handle the
loss and abandoned you two to fend for yourselves when he should have stood
by you and
 done his best to support both of you, but under no circumstances is any of
it your fault Jason. Both I and your sister decided to stand by our
brothers when shit hit the fan and we would have it no other way. I do not
yet know her that well,
 but I am sure she would tell you much the same if and when you discuss
this with her and you should at some point if you haven't already. You are
a great person Jason and let no one tell you otherwise," he said never
breaking eye contact with Jason who nodded his head and smiled meekly.

"So you like my sister do you?" Jason asked with a sly smile making Ryan
cough and Christian giggle furiously.

"Uhmm...well...yeah...she's gorg....a great person," Peter stammered out,
the first time Ryan ever heard him stammering an answer when he usually had
no problem answering no matter how uncomfortable or difficult the question.

"Cool! No problems from me. Go after her if you think you can handle
her..." he said making Ryan giggle, Christian almost fell from his chair
from the intensity and frequency of his giggles.

"Yeah, you're laughing now, I'll be laughing in a few years when you're in
an age to start dating girls!" he said chuckling.
 Christian straightened out and made a grimace of disgust.

"Eeeww!!! Girls are yucky!!" he said in his high-pitched voice. It was
Peter's time to laugh now at the youngster's reaction.
 It reminded him of himself and even Ryan a few years back.

"Oh Christian, if you only knew...puberty is going to hit you like a brick!
There is no boy in Earth that doesn't think that girls are yucky as you put
it around your age...then you reach Ryan's age and girls are all you can
think about...unless you like
 boys in which case the reactions you'd be having with girls you're having
with boys...but I guess you're young for all that
 yet..." he said, trying to contain his laughter. Ryan and Jason had no
such problems and were holding their bellies at Christian's gradient of
facial expressions changes.

Malthe had giggled at first, but now he was observing the whole situation
with his usual serene, inquisitive look.

"Yeah Chris, just wait a few years and you'll be wanting to kiss them!"
Ryan continued while trying to contain his laugh.

"Eeeeewwwwww!!! No waaayyyy!!! Girls...girls are too messy!! They are
yucky!!" Christian chirped making a sort of "I smelled or tasted something
horrible" grimace sending his older brothers and Jason into a fit of
giggles and laughter.

"Y...yes way little bro and you have noooo idea what other naughty stuff
you'll be wanting to do with them!! In no time they'll be making you...come
all messy!!" Ryan continued which made Peter and Jason and himself almost
pee themselves from the hysterical laughter.

Just then Maria came back with their orders looking like she had "Boys!"
written all over her forehead, shaking her head
 in disbelief but smiling at the same time.

"What are you guys laughing about? The whole place can hear you! Even
inside the kitchen! We don't have all that many clients what with the new
restaurant that opened a couple of months ago. Don't drive away the few
that we have!" she said
 mockingly.

"Well...I can't do anything about that...boys can be...loud!" Peter told
her looking straight in her eyes, feeling lost inside
 them.

"Yeah...don't I know!?" she said right back looking at Jason for a second
before returning to Peter's eyes.

Jason blushed and rubbed the back of his neck nervously but said nothing.

She started giving each of them their order, plate after plate of it until
she finished and lingered a second more as if waiting for something. Just
as she was ready to turn her back, Peter found the courage to speak.

"I was wondering if you would like to go out with me...someday," he said,
swallowing hard, feeling lightheaded. He barely
 knew her and yet he had never felt like this for a girl before and he'd
had plenty of girlfriends along the years.

Christian and Malthe tried to stifle giggles and Ryan rolled his eyes at
the whole exchange but he could not help a smile.

Maria giggled, biting her lower lip but said nothing. She gave her brother
a kiss on his forehead and left them.

"Keep giggling and I might just throw you with your clothes in the pool
when we return home!" Peter told the twins when
 he found his speech again. It of course caused them to laugh
hysterically. He shook his head and chuckled.

Ryan made an unconscious move and pinched his package, rearranging it to
stop an itch that was developing but his eye
 caught Jason stealing a glance at him. He blushed and brought his hand up
to the table grasping at his fork. What made him blush more was that he had
been trying to steal a glance at his best friend as well. The last few
months or so it would seem that first with Ben and now the last couple days
with Jason, he was trying to steal glances, ogle and fool around with each
of them as often as possible. He was horny all day, all night, every day
and night, anything with a hole seemed...well...fuckable and desirable.

What was happening to him? Was this, this puberty thing he kept hearing?
Well he still didn't have any pubic hair or any hair
 other than his head as of yet, even though he had started ejaculating more
or less a couple of months after his twelfth birthday.

He was deep in thoughts throughout the rest of lunch until Peter left the
money on the table. They got up and headed for the door but Maria stepped
up to Peter giving him a paper napkin with her mobile number on it.

"Call me...someday..." she told him as they smiled at each other. Peter
felt goose bumps and butterflies on his skin, in his stomach. He felt like
he could laugh and scream at the whole world at exactly how good he felt.

She left and Peter heard Christian giggling.

"Right! Now you've had it my little munchkin!" he told the boy and raised
him up, holding him from his waist and ribs as he upturned him and started
tickling him furiously on his sensitive ribs.

"HAHAHAHHAHAHA!!!! PLEASEEEEE STOPPPPPPP!!! NOOOOO!! I'LL peee myself
silly!! AHAHAHAHHAHAHA PRETTY PLEASEEEE!!!" he kept repeating until Peter
placed him on the ground.

"Well since you ask so politely." Peter chuckled.

Maria kissed her brother goodbye and pinched the twins' noses making them
smile.

They exited the diner chatting, when a teenager came up to them looking
nervous. He was holding hands with a girl his age, probably his girlfriend.

He looked at Jason, his mouth opening and closing as if he wanted to say
something but didn't quite know how to voice it.  Jason had his hands in
his pockets and looked to be in a similar state of mind.

Peter took the twins and headed to the car, that was parked a few cars down
from the entrance of the diner. Ryan started to walk towards the car but
Jason held his elbow and stopped him.

"No! Don't go Ryan, you are the only one who stood up for me, even though
you were a complete stranger," he said with more sadness than bitterness or
anger towards the boy he obviously knew well.

"I...I...I am truly sorry for my behaviour Jason...I...you know...should
have....stood by you..." The teenager was looking to the ground
 looking really sad, his toes stabbing at the pavement nervously.

Ryan checked the new older-looking teenager out. He had dark blond hair,
only his were straight and lacked Jason's volume,
 his eyes were dark green and sort of slanted like an elf's although he had
no other Asian characteristics. His nose and chin complimented his face and
he had full red lips. His body looked lean as well but a lot more muscular
than Jason. He was slightly taller than both him and Jason with Jason being
the shortest. His jeans tented outwards making Ryan wondered of what he had
hidden under there. He blushed at the thought and his eyes darted
elsewhere.

"It's okay Sebastian...I...don't mind, I forgive you..." Jason said and
Ryan could tell he meant it.

"No it's not okay. I am your cousin and I should have ignored Terry and his
bullshit and stood by you and your sister in
 such a difficult time for you both, but I will change that from now on,"
he said, looking better as he tried to smile at
 his cousin, the nervousness going away since Jason hadn't rejected him.

The girl's face told another story though. She looked furious with him. She
let go of his hand and crossed her hands in
 front of her torso taking a defensive posture.

"I wouldn't do that Sebastian. It will greatly diminish your reputation at
school, if you start hanging out with this loser!" she said, venom dripping
from her words and arrogant malice.

"Jason is my cousin, my flesh and blood, if standing by his side means
losing my rep at school so be it, now get lost," he told her with equal
measure of venom and malice. She looked shell-shocked, her mouth opening
and closing before she just turned round and started walking off, her fists
clenched by her sides. Ryan could swear he could see fumes coming out of
her ears and nose.

Jason leaped forward and hugged Sebastian tightly, tears streaming down his
cheeks. "Thank you cuz!!" he said, his eyes closed before he let
go. Sebastian hugged him back.

Sebastian, Ryan noticed was sporting and a woody when he let go of
Jason. He rearranged it subconsciously making Ryan
 giggle spontaneously.

Sebastian looked at him with a smirk. "What? It's like I'm a fourteen year
old walking woody, all day, every day!" he
 said, giggling, making Ryan and Jason laugh.

Ryan walked ahead by a stride, and even though he didn't do it consciously
for that reason it allowed Sebastian to check
 him out as all boys do.

Ryan, as Sebastian saw, had a solid but fluid build, long coltish legs,
under his clothes he thought he must have already
 have muscle toning and the start of a six pack forming. He had short,
messy dark hair, an oval shaped head with two green orbs that could capture
your soul, a smile that was infectious on his pinkish lips that formed an
"M" and rosy cheeks that still held that fleeting boyness. His hands may
not have had bulk but they looked to be sort of "dense" muscled, like
someone
 had taken the bulk volume and squeezed it in there. From what he had seen
before Ryan turned he also had a nice spherical
 bulge down between his legs.

Sebastian couldn't explain why but it created goose bumps on his skin and a
sensation of flying butterflies in his stomach and a tingling
sensation...down there. It was all very confusing for the growing teenager.

Ryan and Jason entered the car, leaving Sebastian fidgeting with his hands
not knowing what to do.

"Hop in. I'm Peter, and these two devils are Christian and Malthe."

Sebastian smiled, got in the car next to Ryan and shook Peter's hand.

"My name's Sebastian sir, pleased to meet you," he said smiling. Peter
started the car and they drove off, and soon they
 were out of the town. After that, they were standing in front of the
Estate's outer gates waiting for Ryan to open them.

"Uhmm...sir why are we here? This is the private road to the Brave Lake
Manor," Sebastian said, looking towards Peter in the
 front of the car. Jason giggled inwards remembering his reaction a month
ago.

"That's `cause we live here silly!" Christian chirped giggling.

Sebastian was awestruck. He turned his head to look at Jason who just
giggled and shrug his shoulders. Jason told him of how he had found out and
then what the inscription on the top of the gates said.

The car started again and they passed the heavy doors. Ryan closed them and
came in the car.

"You could have told me where you lived!" he told Ryan who laughed.

"Well it's not like I've known you for days!" Ryan protested jokingly.

Sebastian didn't know why but looking at Ryan made him bite his lower
lip. He was starting to have some very confusing
 feelings.

Malthe watched it all with inquiring eyes before returning to his textbook.

They got off the car and Peter parked it. Sebastian couldn't stop looking
at the building and its majestic beauty, his eyes roaming it all from top
to bottom until he saw a plaque just above the front doors. It had a male
lion holding a thorned red rose and in the middle of the plaque above the
lion in an arch it wrote "Virtute et honore. Familia ante omnia"
 in black calligraphic letters.

"What does that mean? What language is it?" Sebastian asked pointing at the
Plaque.

"It's Latin, Bravery and honour. Family above all," Peter said before
entering the Manor.

Christian gave off a mischievous giggle as he tried to go behind Jason and
tickle him but of course giggling while you
 try to be stealthy is not a sound strategy so Jason turned round fast and
giving off a Tarzan like yell he started hunting Christian around the car
until with a final leap he grabbed the screaming boy's wrist and then waist
and proceeded
 to tickle his ribs and tummy until the squirming boy was laughing to the
point of hysteria.

Sebastian noticed that Christian was sporting an erection as Jason tickled
him and stretched the fabric of his shorts.
 To his horror Sebastian noticed that now he was starting to tent his
jeans.

Why was another boy's erection creating one in him he wondered but nodded
it off and rearranged his boyhood through his
 jeans to make it more comfortable and maybe deflate it before someone
noticed. Unlike before in the diner now he was
 getting an erection for reasons he didn't like or understand.

They entered the Manor and Ryan introduced him to Mr. Giles and a few of
the others that were around in the huge living
 room cleaning and going about their jobs.

"Guys the construction crews will come in about two hours, you can do what
you like until then, but I will need Ryan's help from then on forwards for
the remainder of the day," Peter told them.

"We will help as well sir," Jason and Sebastian said almost simultaneously.

"Yes, I'll help too!!" Christian said in his happy, teasing voice.

"Call me Peter, please. Chris we want to repair the house not bring it down
sweetheart!" Peter said and left for the library.

"HEY!!!" Christian tried to act hurt and offended but he giggled it off.

The cousins nodded their okay and turned to Ryan.

Malthe was listening to his music, headphones in his ears, textpad in one
hand, and pencil in the other, lost in his world.

Sebastian looked around with saucer eyes at the details of the spacious
living room.

"Look at that fireplace! It's huge!! Can you imagine sitting in front of it
in the cold of winter and playing cards or board games, or video games...if
it only had a TV nearby," Sebastian said, grinning at the possibility of
sitting by a lit fireplace.

"Yeah, the cool part is that most if not all the bedrooms upstairs have
their own fireplaces as well! Well we haven't unpacked the stuff even if
they arrived a couple of days ago. We can't unpack and place everything
until the repairs have
 finished, but I do think we'll be placing a TV set somewhere in the living
room," Ryan said.

"How about I show you the house and then we go outside in the pool...it is
way too hot to do anything else!" Ryan continued.

"Yeah sure! This place is amazing!" Sebastian replied.

"I want to go and explore the forest Ry!" Christian said, stretching his
hands and legs upwards.

Sebastian thought he looked so unbearably sexy, in a young boyish cute sort
of way.

"What the hell?" he thought in horror. "Yes let's go! I want to see the
rest of the Manor!" he said in a hurried voice.

"Christian don't go too far inside the forest. If you get injured there
will be no one to help you, and be back in two hours if you want to help
with the repairs," Ryan told him as the kid speeded off towards the front
entrance.

They walked about the Manor with Ryan telling Sebastian all he knew and
ended up back in the living room.

"Uhmm...Ryan I was thinking...how do we swim?" Sebastian asked, obviously
thinking something.

Ryan looked at him with an incredulous look on his face. "Well...you
know... you jump in the water and you flap your hands around so that you
float!" he said trying not to bust out laughing.

"I didn't mean it like that you shit!!" Sebastian exclaimed and slugged
Ryan's shoulder.

"Ouch! Hey! That hurt dirt-weed!" Ryan rubbed his shoulder and laughed,
"Well we can either go skinny dipping or go in
 our underwear...whatever you want...I don't mind," Ryan said and blushed
for suggesting they go skinny dipping.

"Aaawww you look so cute when you're blushing!" Jason told him with a
between serious and teasing look on his face and gave him a quick hug. It
made Ryan blush even more however.

They had known each other only for a few weeks but their friendship was
flourishing and strengthening as if they had known
 each other since birth.

"Let's go in our underpants," Sebastian said at the same time that his hand
flew through the space between their bodies and swatted Ryan's
buttocks. Ryan tried to avoid it but the "smack" was heard loudly over the
large room.

"Mmmm such a nice sound!" Sebastian said, laughing and leaped away to avoid
Ryan's hand directed at his buns.

"Fuckweed!! I'll get you for that!" Ryan exclaimed and ran after his
friend. He caught him by the pool side and they started
wrestling. Sebastian was not nearly as muscular as Ben so Ryan had no
problem actually pinning him to the pool tiles quite a
 few times even if Sebastian was a year older.

In the end it was obvious they were evenly matched. Sebastian pinned him
down and got up, starting to remove his clothes.

Soon all three of them were in their underwear. Jason jumped in the pool
whereas Ryan and Sebastian were checking each other
 out now that no garments covered their teenage bodies.

Just like Sebastian had thought, Ryan had quite a muscle tone on him even
if he didn't have almost any bulk. His arms reminded him of many ropes tied
together in spirals, his torso and abs were also almost as if sculpted and
he could see that by the time he reached fourteen he would have that ever
sought after six pack. As Sebastian's eyes travelled lower he saw Ryan's
underwear tenting, it looked so...delicious and at about 3 inches long if
he had to guess. It made his breath come short and rugged and not just from
the physical excursion of wrestling with him.

Ryan saw Sebastian was very lean and with toning mostly from the waist
down. He guessed Sebastian liked to bike and hike
 a lot and so his legs and abs had developed more than his torso or
arms. He saw that Sebastian's boyhood was also making its presence known,
standing erect and proud. From within his briefs it looked to be around
three to four inches.

"Come on guys jump in!! It is so cool and nice!!" Jason called out to them
breaking their trance. They jumped in the water
 head first and started splashing around with Jason, trying to dunk each
other under the water's surface. Jason was the one that was mostly
underwater with Sebastian second after him. They played around, swam and
competed with each other on who was the fastest one, with Jason winning
here by a stretch and, of course, being the teenagers that they were, they
constantly tried groping each other's packages out.

An hour later, they got out of the water and lay on the loungers to
sunbathe under the glorious sun.

Ryan wore a lycra underpants style briefs that now wet glued to his body
while Jason and Sebastian wore boxer briefs
 that now wet also pressed tightly against their thirteen and fourteen year
old bodies respectively. Ryan couldn't take
 his eyes off his friends' crotches. They looked so inviting yet he knew
deep inside him that he wasn't gay, but something
 was drawing him to his friends' nether-lands. It was confusing him and
turning him on to no end that he wanted or liked ogling at the outlines of
his friends' penises like that.

Something in him reacted like the flow of energy in the Chinese yin and
yang and in an almost subconscious level, he took out his mobile phone from
his Jeans and dialled Johanna's number.

It rang. The agony of waiting overtook him. He had never felt like this
before. It was exhilarating. His throat was dry, swallowing impossible, his
heart was racing and his breathing fast.

She answered. His pupils dilated. He secretly hoped that she wouldn't, but
at the same time, he wanted her to answer.

"H...hi...Johanna? It's Ryan...from the mall the other day?" he said
nervously.

Jason and Sebastian propped up to their elbows to look towards his
direction. They were giggling and making kissing grimaces
 with their lips and faces.

"Yes...I'm well...how are you?" His free hand fidgeting with the material
of his underwear. He tried his best to ignore his friends.

"I...I...wanted to ask you...if you....ehhhmmm...wanted to go out with
me...like tomorrow..." He felt like his life was hanging on a
 thread, the thread being her answer. She had such a peculiar voice, sweet
but yet...irritating...he thought it was interesting,
 one of the hundreds of thoughts that crossed his mind in the two seconds
it took her to giggle and answer back.

"Well...if you can't tomorrow maybe another day then?" She must have liked
his persistence because she said yes after some more tantalising giggling.

"Great!! Well it's Monday...so how about Wednesday?" Jason's eyes were now
tearing from the giggling and Sebastian looked somehow disappointed.

"Yeah, Friday is perfect as well. Okay I'll see you then. Maybe we can text
until then? Great! Byes!" Ryan terminated the call and looked over at his
friends trying to look as angry as he did not succeed, but his joy from
getting a date with a girl - finally! - overextended his acting talents. He
threw his t-shirt at Jason when he wolf-whistled at him.  They all busted
laughing before settling down and continued sunbathing.

Ryan was lying on his stomach and Sebastian had a perfect side view of his
muscular and almost bubble like butt-cheeks.

It was a good thing he had his leg raised because his pride and joy between
his legs was standing at full attention despite his desire not to, but
apparently it had a mind of its own. A very irritating fact, but then again
he was, as he had earlier
 said to Ryan, a walking hard-on these days and now to boot he had such a
spectacle in front of his eyes.

Jason was lying on his stomach as well, his lean butt sticking up in the
air, making it curve outwards more than usual since the lounger made an
outwards curve for the knees and legs.

Ryan couldn't stop staring at Jason's behind, and the friction that the
lounger was providing to his tube of flesh was not making things easier for
him.

He looked over at Sebastian just to get Jason's wet body out of his mind
but it didn't do him much good since Sebastian was on his back, his boxer
briefs sticking to his navel and crotch, a boner outline clearly visible.

Sebastian gave him a sly smile and angled his leg in just the right
amount. Now Ryan had an almost unobstructed view of his friend's pole. He
could see the bulbous, purple-ish head. Ryan could tell that he was hard
and that his dick curved slightly downwards.

He turned his head but it didn't help him at all with his not-so-little
problem between his legs so he got up in a
 flash and jumped in the pool to cool off.

A few seconds later his head was above the water's surface when he felt a
warm breath by his ear and a hand snaking
 down, towards his place of intimate treasures.

"I bet I know why you jumped in the water?!" Sebastian's voice whispered in
his ear. Ryan whimpered when he felt
 Sebastian's hand give his speedo-covered boy-rod a squeeze.

Ryan turned round and looked him in the eyes, "What...what do you mean?" he
asked him with a croaked voice.

Sebastian bit his lower lip and shrugged his shoulders smiling
mischievously.

They started to laugh awkwardly, each of them unsure of what to do or not
do next, sort of waiting for the other to do something first and discover
the other's limits. They remained in this state of limbo for a few minutes
until Ryan
 splashed him and walked out of the water.

For the rest of the time they sunbathed and dried off in the unusually hot
weather. Of course all three of them tried
 from time to time to sneak peeks at each other, their teenage hormones
starting to make their will known.

Peter opened the glass door and yelled for them that it was time to get
dressed as the construction crew had just arrived.
 Just then something came out of the glass door in a whirl of blond hair
and with a war cry of giggles jumped in the pool.
 Seconds later Christian's wet head popped out of the water's surface
grinning from ear to ear.

"So hot out there!! I needed that!" he said as he climbed out of the
pool. Peter had gone inside the house.

"Chris!! Not with your clothes on!" Ryan said exasperated.

"Why? I was so hot from walking and exploring the forest!!" Christian asked
with an innocent, teasing look on his face.

"Hot and dirty you little shit! The water in the pool is floriated and
cleaned by filters, so you can't go jumping inside
 with your clothes AND SHOES ON!! Come on Christian!!" he continued
irritated.

"Sorry Ry!" The little child said bulging out his eyes, pouting his lips,
Ryan could see that the sensitive boy had been hurt by his angry response.

He sighed and gave Christian a kiss on his forehead. "I'm sorry Chris, just
don't do it again alright?" Christian grinned and nodded.

They headed inside and soon enough they were helping the construction crew
with what they needed, transporting materials
 and tools, glasses of water from the kitchen and just being helpful in
whatever ways they could. The day passed fast like that and the constant
action and movement allowed Peter, Ryan and Christian to get their minds
out of less enjoyable thoughts.

When night started to settle, Ryan asked his friends if they wanted to
sleepover.

"I have to go home tonight. It's movie night with sis, but we'll talk in
the morning!" Jason said, kissed Sebastian in the cheek hugging his cousin
and bumped knuckles with Ryan before giving each other a hug.

He left.

"I can call my parents and ask them, I don't think they'll have a problem
with it," Sebastian said, smiling.

Sebastian fetched his mobile phone from his messenger's style bag, punched
in his home number and after speaking with his parents he hanged up
grinning.

"Done! I can spend the night!" he said.

"Food should be getting ready. Unfortunately, I don't have many things we
can do together. My things are all packed up," Ryan told him as they walked
towards the dining room.

"No problem mate. We'll find something to play with," Sebastian answered
him. What made Ryan raise a brow was the sly smile on his new friend's
mouth.

"What's for dinner?" Ryan asked his older brother who was sitting on his
chair in the dining room.

"Herby toad in the hole, Crispy topped Cumberland pie and summer pudding. I
supposed Sebastian will be sleeping over?"  Peter responded, looking up
from the book he was reading.

"If it's not a problem sir...uhm I mean Peter," Sebastian said while trying
to read the book's tittle upside down.

"No problem at all Sebastian. Sit, the food should be here momentarily,
I've send Mr. Giles to find the twins," he said,
 setting his book aside. Sebastian could now see that it was "The Prince
and the Pauper" by Mark Twain.

Just then the twins came bursting in through the doors. Actually, Christian
came bursting through the doors while Malthe walked in after him in a
steady pace looking intensely at Sebastian and how he looked at Ryan and
then Christian as well as how Christian looked at the older teen.

Christian gave Ryan a hug from behind and then sat on Peter's lap, giving
him a tight hug and a kiss on the cheek. Peter
 chuckled and hugged the little lithe cherub, rubbing his back for a few
seconds before he set him back on his feet making
 Christian giggle at how easily Peter could raise him as if he weighed no
more than a feather.

Christian jumped on his chair whereas Malthe pulled it back, sat on it,
pulled it near the table and then set his textpad
 and pencil on his legs.

"What are you writing on your textpad Malthe? School hasn't started yet."
Sebastian tried to make small talk while they
 waited for the food to arrive.

Malthe looked at him, studied him for a few seconds and then penetrated his
eyes with his own.

"School work? I have finished all possible school work until
graduation. All that is required is for it to happen.  I write the language
of the universe, ideas, possibilities and variables, knowledge of what can
be, will be, might be,"
 the boy said and lowered his head finding his empty plate of more interest
than anything else around him.

Sebastian looked over at Ryan with his jaw slightly open in disbelief. Ryan
shrugged his shoulders and giggled at the expression on his friend's face.

"What are you looking at me for? Malthe is...well he is not thinking in the
same terms as we do...you asked him a question and you should feel lucky
you received an answer with more words than a shrug of his shoulders. I
don't usually understand what he's saying unless he wants you to understand
it," Ryan said, looking at Peter who just nodded his head confirming what
Ryan had said.

"It is not that I desire or not for anyone to either understand or not of
what I speak of...I only desire the creation of thought and the spark of
intelligence in others. An answer understood directly has failed its
purpose. One must think an
 answer as well as a question through. They should be...food for the brain,
not food for idle chatter and mindless conversation," Malthe said without
looking up from his fork, which he was playing with his hand, rotating it
around in various angles.

Peter chuckled shaking his head. Ryan didn't even bother looking at
Sebastian with a look of "See? I told you so!" in his facial
expression. Christian of course giggled, not at his identical drop of water
counterpart, but at the reaction of his brothers and Sebastian at Malthe's
responses.

"What are we having for dinner Petey?" Christian asked, making his side of
the table cloth shake slightly as he swung his
 legs back and forth under it, his hands touching one another, holding his
weight as he bent forward.

Peter repeated his earlier answer.

"What's that? I don't know that food!" Christian said as if the idea of him
actually not knowing the name of a food
 was incredulous to him.

"The amount of what you do not know Chris is only dwarfed by the amount of
atoms in the multiverse," Malthe said giggling, obviously finding his
response as some kind of joke.

"Well, Herby toad in the hole is a selection of meaty sausages with lots of
herbs and traditionally served with Yorkshire pudding, Crispy topped
Cumberland pie is a crisp, potato-topped pie that is slow-cooked, and
summer pudding is a selection of seasonal strawberries, raspberries,
blackberries and redcurrants with a set basin brioche pudding.  They should
all be quite tasty!" Peter told his younger brother and anyone else that
may not have known.

The food came and it was indeed very tasty to say the least. Before long,
the serving platters lay completely empty of food on the table, and the
boys lay relaxed back on their chairs holding their bellies feeling
comfortable, full and sleepy.

"That was brilliant Peter!!" Ryan and Sebastian said almost at the same
time. They looked at each other and laughed at their unintended
synchronicity.

"Yes I have to say that it was rather delicious! Mr. Giles, congratulate
Mrs. Alford for us on her excellent cooking
 skills please!" Peter told the man. He knew was standing straight as a
soldier behind him on his right ten steps back.

"I shall Mr. Jarrow," Mr. Giles said with a slight bow.

Two servants started emptying the table.

"So what do you want to do? Sit by the fireplace or go outside?" Ryan asked
Sebastian turning his head to view his friend.

"It's so hot inside...I think I prefer outside..." Sebastian said and got
up from his chair.

"Okays!" Ryan got up heading for the loungers. Sebastian followed him.

"According to the weather service it is going to get hotter. There is a
heat wave in the south, and it is probably
 going to come up north," Peter told them and got up from his chair.

"Christian, Malthe, it is eight o'clock. I want you to bed by ten thirty at
the latest!" he told mostly Christian.

"Okay bro!" Christian told him and the two little angels left whispering to
each other.

"Well, we've got the pool and the Lake at least!" Ryan grinned at Peter.

They sat each on a lounger.

"The Manor is extraordinary! I didn't think that such beauty could
exist...or that a house could have so...amazed with it," Sebastian started
the conversation.

"Yeah, I hadn't been here before so I didn't know what to expect, but it is
truly a masterpiece. My...our Great Grandfather
 and Grandfather truly loved beauty, and loved to live in it. It sort of
makes me wonder why father didn't want to live here..."

There was an awkward silence for a few seconds, until Ryan spoke answering
an unasked question.

"We moved in here because...because our father and the biological mother of
the twins who married our father two years ago, a wonderful woman, the only
one of dad's few girlfriends that I could...almost did call mom...both died
in a fire in a theatre
 about a month ago...my mom died giving birth to me...complications in the
birth or something...Peter decided to come here to start over...," Ryan
said in a sad voice. Sebastian wiped a tear off his cheek and got up
sitting on his knees on the
 lounger and hugged Ryan.

It took Ryan by surprise at first, but he smiled and hugged his friend,
well one of his two best friends, back.

"Sebastian and Jason might be cousins, but whereas Sebastian is more
spontaneous and impulsive, Jason is more held back
 and thinks things through," he thought as he released Sebastian from the
hug and gazed at him smiling.

"I'm sorry...I know how it feels to lose someone you love and care
about...Aunty Caroline dying...I've been a real asshole to Jason...I mean
how must he have felt? She was his mother and then his father being such a
colossal motherfucker getting drunk all the time and then running off to
god knows where...how can I ever make it to Jason and his sister for my
awful behaviour?" Sebastian had a mix of anger and sadness in his voice. He
stared in the void away from the far edge of the
 pool to nothing in particular.

Ryan remained silent for a few seconds. He didn't really know what to
say. Sebastian knew him only for a day after all, and he didn't want to
offend him by saying something inappropriate.

"I...don't really know what to tell you Sebastian...I don't think though
that Jason holds any grudge towards you. You saw him today, and he looked
so happy when you told your girlfriend to take a hike and defended him. If
you don't mind me asking...why...?" he said carefully and truthfully. This
conversation was turning out so differently from what he had thought
 when they were in the dining room.

"I...really can't explain it...up until Aunt Caroline died we were the best
of friends even if we had a year difference.
 Jason has never been the most popular boy in school, but he had some
friends, me being the closest one...I think...I was
 so lost in my own sorrow for her loss that I allowed myself to...believe
that it was due to Terry's bullying or the possibility of it that I drifted
from him...but I see it now...seeing you standing up for him yesterday...I
mean you didn't even know him, and you stood up for him as if you had known
him since ever...it was sort of a wakeup call for me so
 today I made sure to set things straight...but I don't think that Terry
will let this slide...he has been horrible to
 Jason about the whole thing, as if it was Jason's fault that his mother
died."

"It was you yesterday, wasn't it? That told Terry that you wouldn't do
that, that I didn't look afraid of him?" Ryan
 inquired.

"Yeah...I don't know why I didn't go to Jason right then and there with
you...I feel so...sorry? Angry at me?" Sebastian was
 looking increasingly depressed over how he had behaved towards his cousin.

Ryan sighed, "Sebastian...like my father says...used to say, you can't
change the past. What is done is done. Stressing over
 something you can't possibly change will not help you or Jason. Just make
sure you change the present and the future,
 those you can change," he told him, trying to smile.

Sebastian turned his head to look at him and smiled. "Yes...you are
correct. How come you don't ask me about...you know Aunt Caroline's death?"

Ryan shrugged his shoulders, "When Jason wants to tell me he'll tell
me...it does not change us being friends." Sebastian nodded and looked to
the front of him, gathering his knees under his elbows, placing his head on
top of them.

"Your parents...what do they do for a living?" Ryan asked trying to change
the subject.

"My mom is a lawyer, family law I think, and my father owns the groceries
store towards the end of the main road, in
 the crossroad that leads to the old road to the abandoned mine in the base
of the mountain. That old road used to be
 a shortcut to Braybrooke, a larger village that has a swimming pool and
more infrastructure than Brave Lake Village."

"Used to?"

"Well the road is virtually abandoned, and it has no road lights so it is
really dark after sunset. It is not
 maintained so when it rains it becomes a torrent carrying material from
the mountain slopes and left over rocks
 from when the mine worked downhill so it's not really safe to use
it. Pity, too. Through that shortcut, it is only a half an hour walk to
Braybrooke whereas if you were to follow the car road it is well over an
hour by feet or bike."

"Which means that if someone wanted to have swimming lessons, he or she
would have to go by car or walk for an hour?  Malthe used to have swimming
lessons back in the city, only activity we had managed to get him to like."
Ryan rose up to his hands with each leg on each side of the lounger.

"Yeah pretty much, but maybe Peter can drive him there?"

"Or Charles Cox, the chauffeur...yeah...it would be nice if he continued
swimming."

They continued talking until the glass doors opened and the twins came out
to bid them goodnight.

Malthe hugged and kissed Ryan's cheek, and Ryan hugged him back, giving him
a kiss on his forehead.

Christian hugged Sebastian, and, giggling, raised his head for a
kiss. Sebastian thought it would be a kiss on the cheek.
 He was wrong. Way wrong.

Christian brought his head closer and, in a move that surprised Sebastian
and made his eyes almost pop out of their sockets,
 kissed him full lips on lips. Christian let out a soft and barely audible
moan when Sebastian recovered from the original
 shock and not even able to explain it to himself as to why he didn't just
instantly break the kiss, kissed him back for a second or two.

Christian broke the kiss and grinned broadly before hugging him again
tightly. He run inside after giving Ryan a hug and a kiss on the
cheek. Malthe watched everything, letting out a giggle when Christian had
kissed Sebastian.

Malthe hugged Sebastian but didn't give him a kiss, anywhere.

Sebastian looked at Ryan, flushed and unsure of what exactly had just
happened.

"Uuhhh...what just happened?" he asked him clearing his throat.

"Well...uhhmm...what's your view on homosexuality?"

"I don't have a problem...I...I...well I don't mind anyone being gay, why?"

"Well Christian is...gay."

Sebastian's eyes almost did pop out of their sockets now. "How can he
possibly know at seven years old? I don't know...  metaphorically speaking
and I'm fourteen!!!"

"Well...he told me...two years ago...I don't know why he told me and not
Peter or our father, but he told me one day that he
 was gay and that he really liked fooling around with Malthe...it could be
that he is just too young to know the difference
 and that when he grows up he will start having...feelings for girls as
well or solitarily and leave the fooling around days with boys behind him
or it may just be that he is gay. I don't know...just please...don't tell
anyone okay? I'll tell Jason at some point or maybe Christian will tell
him...but you know..."

"Yes, of course I won't tell anyone! What about Malthe? Is he...?"

"No, I don't think so...he hasn't told me anything about it...but I sort of
get the idea that he is fooling around with Christian because they are so
young and being twins they share far more than we might realize or
understand, and having
 a warm body in the same bed at night can be comforting you know?"

"Yeah...I remember when we were younger with Jason we would always sleep
together when we had sleepovers, even though both our houses had extra
rooms and beds. It was all about the closeness of it, the warmth."
Sebastian smiled warmly at the remembrance of the fond memories.

"Yeah, I know back in the city I had a close friend named Ben and when we
were younger we would also sleep in the
 same bed when we had sleepovers...although we hadn't had a sleepover for a
year now...come to think of it...he was a lot
 more interested in...uhmm...well...busting a nut than anything else...it's
weird but he hasn't called me since we left the city...hasn't been all that
long to be fair but still....we used to talk almost every day...but I don't
think that Malthe is gay if Christian is either...to what I said before, I
think it's also that he couldn't get a girl to fool around with
 because of his young age even if he wanted to...not that we seem to do so
well in that area either!" Ryan said giggling.

Sebastian looked away and cleared his throat. "Well you have new best
friends now!" They talked for some more until they felt tired and got up
heading to Ryan's room.

Once there Ryan started undressing. Sebastian stood there looking awkwardly
at him.

"Come on, we're both boys, not going to see something different!" Ryan told
him with a smirk tugging at his pants.

Sebastian started undressing until he stood naked as well. They checked
each other out, now in the nude they could assess certain...body parts
better than earlier when they had been clothed. Sebastian saw that Ryan had
a three and one
 third inches long, one inch round boyprick, with no pubes yet, and his
balls had started to loosen up and hang between his legs. Ryan saw that
Sebastian had a four inch long and almost two inches thick rod that curved
slightly downwards now that it had begun to harden up.

Both boys blushed and ogled and giggled at each other awkwardly until Ryan
jumped him and they started wrestling on the floor laughing. Eventually
Sebastian ended up on top pinning Ryan's hands behind his head.

"Ha!!" he exclaimed victoriously, "I've got you!" They were both panting
and heaving from the excursion. Sebastian started getting serious until he
suddenly and, without warning, brought his head forwards, giving Ryan a
kiss on his
 soft, silky lips. Ryan pushed forwards kissing him back, moaning.

Then, just as suddenly as it had begun, it was over as Sebastian pulled
back, his eyes growing as large as saucers
 and got off Ryan in a flash of movement, as if touched by lightning.

"Uuuhhh...I...I...am really sorry!! Please...please don't hate me!!" he
stuttered, tearing up.

Ryan propped up on his elbows and then on his hands. "Why would I ever hate
you?" he asked with an incredulous look on his face.

"Well...because...because I kissed you...on the mouth...I mean...that's
gay...isn't it?" Sebastian asked scared of Ryan's answer and impending
doom.

Ryan burst laughing until he saw the hurt look on Sebastian's face and
calmed down.

"Come on mate! Just minutes before we were saying how boys fool around with
each other because they can't find girl pussy whenever they want, even two
as handsome as us! No it's not a gay act on its own and it doesn't mean
that either
 of us is gay...besides what if either or both of us are gay?! So bleeding
what? You think I'd judge or remove a friend or anyone for that matter
because of that?! I don't mind just like you don't! You are one of my two
best friends; you
 can be straight, gay, bi, pansexual, objectophiliac. I don't give a fuck
mate!" Ryan told him making Sebastian hug him impulsively.

Sebastian pulled back and grinned impishly before pushing Ryan on the
mattress. Before he could ask or say anything, Sebastian's lips were on
his, their hands on each other's collars, cheeks, and necks. They kissed,
Sebastian pushing
 his tongue against the toothy barrier until it gave away and he pushed in
the warm, wet cavity.

Ryan moaned and pulled him closer, tighter, now grinding his pelvis against
Sebastian's, their hardening members sending waves of pleasure up to their
brains.

Sebastian broke the kiss for a gasp of air, looking at his best friend,
both grinning, panting.

He smiled wickedly and bent forward, kissing Ryan's neck, his hands roaming
everywhere. Those perky, pointy nipples got his attention and he moved his
mouth over them, licking them, nibbling them. God this felt good, he
thought as he moved lower. Ryan locked his hands in the teen's hair.

"God you're so incredibly sexy!" Sebastian mumbled eyeing Ryan's cum gun
seconds before Ryan felt his breath over it and then the most incredible,
unbelievable sensation ever engulfed him as Sebastian's mouth engulfed his
prick.

Ryan heaved and gasped, his eyes closed, his mouth open. This felt
incredible.

Sebastian sucked him. He licked at the purple dickhead, under the corona,
at the shaft, sucking, bobbing his head up and down. This felt so natural
to him.

Ryan was now moving his hips back and forth, fucking his friend's mouth by
instinct, holding his head in his hands as Sebastian held his essence in
his mouth.

Sebastian moved lower and sucked on Ryan's testicles, licking them, taking
each in his mouth and giving it a bath with his tongue, coating them with
saliva. He returned to Ryan's dick and sucked it until it engorged slightly
more, and,
 pulsing with life and energy, spilled its precious load in his mouth.

Ryan arched his back, his brain exploding with new sensations and emotions,
his breath heaving desperate for air, his hands grasping at the mattress
now for dear life, vertigo, high, joy, sadness, his mind unable to decide,
to decipher
 all these new feelings battering against his most inner core all at once
in a never ending assault.

Sebastian lay next to him, content and happy, also rock hard. Ryan now was
trying to breathe, grinning goofily in his
 post-orgasmic high.

He giggled and kissed him. "That. Was. Un-fucking-believable!!! I owe you
one!" he told him as they drifted to sleep.

Next few days passed in a blur. The three of them helping Peter with the
Manor, the crew with the repairs, the rest of
 the time swimming with the twins in the pool or lake, or exploring the
forest and the mountain beyond the Estate with their bikes or trekking it
with their feet.

Then Friday came and Ryan was nervous and irritable the whole day, being
uncharacteristically rude or snappy until Peter
 asked him to get the garbage out and Ryan snapped at him. Peter pulled his
elbow and asked him what was going on.

Ryan refused to answer at first until he saw that look on Peter's face, the
look that told him that he wasn't messing around anymore. He had never
managed to get Peter angrier than this look before and he wasn't about to
start now.

"I...I...well I have a date with Johanna tonight...and I'm stressed...and
we've been talking on the phone almost every day since...and...well...you
know...I like her and all...," he said, blushing.

Peter chuckled and hugged him.

"My little brother is all grown up! So you have your first girlfriend eh?
Just be yourself Ry, and all will go well.  Remember that you are the man
in this, and you don't need no fancy tricks or bullshit attitude. Just be
calm and relaxed,
 and all will go well," he told him. Peter always had a way to calm him
down, assure him and raise his self-esteem wheneve r it was low.

"Thanks bro!" Ryan said, taking the garbage out.

"Anytime Ry, anytime," Peter answered back, heading for the kitchen below
to arrange for some snacks for the construction
 crew.

The day progressed without further incident after that. Then when the
afternoon came, Peter brought them all cold lemonades
 made from the Estate's lemon trees and some vanilla ice cream.

"Here's for a job well done today boys. The repairs on the roof are all
done, and the repairs on the marble floors and columns have started. Ryan
it is getting late, maybe you should go get ready?" Peter told them.

"YAY!!" Christian yelled excited and ran to the table to get a lemonade and
his bowl of ice cream.

Ryan finished his lemonade and ice cream and headed to take a shower.

He turned on the brass valves and got in after the water was a nice warm
temperature.

As he was having his shower, he heard the door to his bathroom open and
close. He giggled and shook his head. "Come on
 Chris, leave, I am going to be late!" he said, but got no answer.

Then someone stepped in and he felt a hand wrap around his flaccid
digit. He moaned and tilted his head backwards to a soft shoulder.

"Let your best mate release your tension!" Sebastian's voice whispered in
his ear almost seductively.

Ryan whimpered as Sebastian picked up the pace on jacking him off, his hips
buckling back and forth he could feel
 Sebastian's very erect custard launcher hitting his buttocks.

Minutes later, feeling Sebastian's hot breath on his neck and hands
stroking him, he cried and released his teen butter
 all over the shower walls.

He turned round and planted a kiss on Sebastian's lips, hugging him
close. Sebastian broke the kiss and tried to exit the bathtub, but Ryan
held on to his waist and smiled mischievously as he kissed and licked lower
and lower.

"Thanks Sebastian, I guess...I'm about to suck my first dick," he declared
to his friend, and before Sebastian could say
 anything, Ryan swallowed his dickhead in his mouth, tasting it with his
lips and tongue.

Sebastian moaned and shoved his hips forward in a fucking motion, instinct
taking over inexperience.

Ryan sucked more and more of Sebastian's fleshstick in his mouth, moaning
as he went bobbing his head, squeezing
 Sebastian's balls and caressing his butt. He liked the taste of it. The
teen boy smell in his nostrils made him shiver.

It didn't take long for Sebastian to arch his back and cum inside Ryan's
willing, sucking mouth, moaning.

His knees almost gave way under him, and Ryan had to steady him with his
hands before rising to his feet.

Sebastian kissed him, tasting his own cum in Ryan's mouth, a hand on Ryan's
buttocks making his friend giggle before he slapped away at the hand
gently.

"That was brilliant!! I had no idea a blowjob can feel so good!" Sebastian
told him, breaking the kiss.

"Yeah...I discovered that a few days ago!" Ryan quipped back at him making
him blush. They laughed and got out of the bathtub, turning off the
water. They dried each other out and got dressed, Ryan scoured through the
luggage until he found something good to wear before closing them up and
placing the protective canvas on top of them.

Jason and Sebastian sat on the back while Ryan got in the front of the SUV,
and Peter got in the driver's seat.

"Okay guys, don't bring the house down while I'm gone!" he told the twins,
but was looking at Christian chuckling.

Christian poked his tongue out and ran back inside. Malthe shrugged his
shoulders and sat on the front entrance steps,
 taking his textpad and pencil out. His back propped up against one of the
marble columns.

They left Sebastian and Jason home. Maria gave Peter a squeeze on his hand
and a kiss on his cheek, whispering to his
 ear that she had a great time the other day and that they should go out
again before they headed to the mall.

"Okay Ry, remember you..."

"I know Peter, thanks! I'll see you later. I'll call you to come and pick
me up?"

"Yeah, send me a text about half an hour before you want me to come and
pick you up. Have fun, and welcome to the club!"  Peter said as they bumped
knuckles and he left.

He stood on the mall's entrance and got his mobile phone out of his
backpack. He was about to call Johanna when he heard her voice behind him,
telling him hi.

He turned and smiled at her. "H...hi...you're looking brilliant!" he said,
blushing. She was wearing a mini skirt and a cute
 kitty t-shirt, her hair fluttered around her face and shoulders, her lips
had a glossy lipstick on them making them look
 so inviting, so kissable. She giggled, making his heart flutter.

"So...uhm...what do you want to do?" he asked her, feeling nervous.

She shrugged her shoulders, "I don't know, how about a movie?"

"Yeah, sure!"

They started walking towards the multiplex part of the mall.

"Do you have any brothers or sisters?" he asked, wanting to break the ice,
or say something to get his mind off of the fact that he was rock hard
again from seeing her alone.

"No...single child, you?"

"Yeah sure, Christian and Malthe, the twins from the other day? And Peter,"
he answered her.

"Oh...right yeah..." she said.

They chatted along getting to know one another until they were seated on
their seats in the cinema room.

At some point in the movie, Ryan stretched his arm in the age old trick and
passed his hand over her shoulders, hugging her like that. She giggled and
rested her head on his shoulder. Ryan was almost sure that his grin could
illuminate the dark room as he relaxed in his seat and enjoyed the rest of
the film.

The movie ended, and they exited the cinema room.

"Would you like to go eat something?" Ryan asked her, more sure of himself
now.

"Yeah...there's a burger king in the floor below us," she said, smiling and
biting her lower lip.

They ate and talked and talked and it seemed like the night would never
end. Ryan wanted it to never end, but all good things have to come to an
end.

His phone rang, and he picked it up.

"Hey Ry, it's almost half twelve, I'll be there in ten minutes to pick you
up."

Ryan groaned in disappointment. "Already? It's not like I have school
tomorrow. It's summer!"

"Yes it is...be outside in ten minutes please," Peter told him hanging up.

"I have to go, but I had a great time...maybe we can do this
again...sometime soon?"

"Yeah sure," She said getting up from her chair.

They walked outside, and at some point he held her hand in his. She didn't
pull away.

Peter was waiting in the car when they got there.

"Hello sir, my name's Johanna, you must be Peter's dad!?" she said
politely.

Peter chuckled. "No, I am his brother, I don't look that old do I?" She
giggled.

Ryan explained to her what had happened, his mother and father dying.

She held her hands in front of her mouth in shock. "Aaawww!! I am soooo
sorry!" she said and brought her head forward
 kissing his lips with hers. He kissed her back until Peter cleared his
throat and Ryan broke the kiss grinning goofily.  Johanna giggled, biting
her lip.

"Do you want me to drive you home Johanna?" Peter asked.

"Thank you sir, but my dad is coming to pick me up. I don't live in Brave
Lake Village, you see. I live in Rock-upon-Tine.
 It's a village a few kilometers to the west of Brave Lake Village," she
said and gave Ryan one more kiss on his cheek before they left, Ryan waving
at her.



End of chapter 2.

I hope you enjoyed reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it and that you
felt what I felt while writing it. Thank you all who have send me your
thoughs and feedback via email. This was by far the biggest of all the
chapters of this story. I promise all others are by far smaller. But this
one sort of set the stage for the story and what is going to happen to our
characters.

Thank you to those who took the time to email me. An invitation to those
that didn't :) We authors love to know that someone likes what we read. :)

Send your comments, critique, feedback and correspondence to the email addy
at the beginning.  Also if you want add a BCC list to your email and I'll
add you to the list of ppl I send updates of new chapters/stories so you
can learn the release of new chapaters/stories ahead of everyone else.