Date: Tue, 25 Aug 2015 12:23:33 +0200
From: Al Peres <al.peres@hotmail.com>
Subject: Jim and Francis Part 6

			      JIM AND FRANCIS
				By Al Peres

			          PART 6
			          ======

Chapter 32
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The following days were happy ones. Margarita and Nuria became very close
friends. She had little presents for the girls; she had brought the new
fashion swimming suit called bikini. The girls received the garments
enthusiastically; however, their older mothers were very reluctant to
accept it. They promised to use it just in lonely beaches or where other
persons wore them; nevertheless, Rose Mary seemed not to mind at all about
Nuria wearing it.

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

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

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

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

	"Yes, we promise." Then Frankie said:

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

	"No, you aren't stupid. You are the handsomest boy of the world for
me and I love you with all my heart.  I have been thinking about this
moment since I saw your picture, and nothing would please me more than to?
to? to make love with you; real love." Franő€'—ise astonished
looked into her eyes and kissed her softly.

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

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

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

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

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

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

	"You are a human being, as I am, and Frankie, and Joan?" Nuria
looked at her boy tenderly and started taking off her
bikini. Franő€'—ise stopped her.

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

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

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

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

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

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

	"Was it alright? She asked. Nuria blushed but with her eyes
sparking said:

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

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

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

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

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

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

	"Alright Charlie, but cannot tell anyone."

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

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

	"It is precum; that is to lube it when I'm rubbing, so it does get
sore, otherwise I have to spit saliva on it."  Charlie did the same to
Frankie and then they returned to their towels. Charlie then said:

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Oh!!! Ahg!!!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Chapter 33
-----------------

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

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

	"Joan, what a beautiful room you have!"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

	"Is it that true, brother?"

	"Yes, it is."

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

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

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

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

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

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

	"He is retired and can afford coming to France whenever he wish,
and stay as long as he wants with us."

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

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

	"It isn't yet too late, Patrick. Think about it. Long time ago,
when Margarita left us, I took the decision of being a mother and a father
for my children. Up to now, it has been the best decision I have taken in
my life."

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

	"Goodbye, then."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

	"I'm glad that you are happy."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

	"But, but, what about?"

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

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

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

	"Yes, son. I'm here."

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

	"Of course, son. I will."

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

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

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

	"Have you been in there?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

	"It was very, very nice, Joan.

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

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

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

	"I'll never forget you. Never! "

	"Yes, now I am content, that's what matters." Charlie hugged his
friend, and hand in hand, they went to reunite with the rest.

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

Chapter 34
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The two couples plus Carl remained in the villa and John, Frankie, Francis
and the twins rode everyday to the beach, enjoying their company and having
fun; the couples loving each other and having love in all senses; they
enjoyed their youth making love every night in silence until their bodies
were exhausted.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

	"They fucked us!" Jim again hugged Noah and Christian.

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

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

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

	"Were they virgin, Noah? Jim asked.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

	"It is huge, Jim."

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

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

	Christian, place yourself in four legs, but with your head down on
your folded arms, so that your butt is showing up to me." The boy
immediately obeyed; Jim took a wad of the clear cream on his forefinger and
introduced into the boy's butt. Christian gasped as Jim touched a sensitive
spot into him.

	"That feels very good, Jim." Jim grinned while Noah was watching
everything in detail, from time to time stroking his own hard tool. Jim
then took another wad of cream and this time he introduced two fingers,
spreading the slipping product into the boy's guts. Christian moaned in
pleasure as Jim watched how easy his fingers entered him; he thought the
boys had been fucking regularly. He took another wad of vaseline and spread
it round his shaft; his dickhead was covered with abundant precum.

	"Are you ready, Christian?"

	"Yes, I am."

	"Let me know if I hurt you. You are loose, so I think it will be
alright." Noah smiled. Jim took his tool with his right hand while his left
was placed on the young boy hip. He pushed hard and half of it went into
Christian; he moaned in pain. "Have I hurt you?"

	"Not much, please stay there until I'm used to it." Jim stopped
while he started caressing the younger boy cock and balls, he moaned as the
pain subsided. Jim retracted some, leaving the head in and then pushed
again burying his cock to the hilt into Christian's hole. The boy groaned
and after a few moments Jim started shovelling his dick in/out. After a
couple of minutes Christian screamed in pleasure as he was fucked and
masturbate at the same time. Jim gave a final thrust as he noticed the
pressure round his shaft starting to spurt his load into the boy in the
moment that Christian did the same on the towel that they had placed on the
carpet.

Moaning and sweating he collapsed on the floor with his legs stretched out
with Jim on top of him. The elder boy then turned around and lay on his
back with Christian on top of him. Noah watching his friend went on top of
his face and offered his cock to him to suck; he was near close to his
climax. Christian took his friend's cock into his mouth and sucked it; his
left hand fondling Christian's ball sack. In seconds he also spurted his
small load into his friend's mouth. Jim then turned a little bit to his
right, so they were now laying on his right side more comfortable, still
sweating and breathing hard. Noah after discharging his load into his
friend's mouth he placed himself on his left side looking directly to his
friend and lover. Then, with all tenderness he could utter he kissed
Christian and caressed his smooth cheeks.

	"Was it good, my friend?" Christian grinned and attracting Noah he
kissed him back, but not a passionate kiss but a very gentle and tender
one. Jim's cock was hard and from time to time he gave a soft thrust to the
young boy.

	"Yes, very, very good. I feel as I expected, full of Jim. That's
fantastic, especially when he touches the magic spot inside me."

	"It must be; you shot twice while he was fucking you." The boys'
conversation started affecting Jim that was hard again. He then said:

	"You are loose in your butt, of course a little tight for my cock,
but that even improved our fuck. Did someone fuck you, Christian?" The boys
grinned.

	"Yes, we did each other near every day, especially since we started
to shoot." Noah said. "Jim, will you do it to me right now?"

	"Yes, if you want it. We must hurry up before the lights are off."
Jim retracted from Christian's butt-hole with a "flop" sound. The boy
sighed as he felt the emptiness and the sperm leaking out from his
butt. "How would you like it?"

	"I prefer it in the bed looking at you, so we can kiss."

	"Alright, place your butt up as Christian did, so I can grease
you." They followed the same procedure, Jim lying on his back, his hard
pole forming an angle to his belly and spilling precum. Noah then straddled
him sitting on his calves; took Jim's hard cock to his hole and pressed
down; he thought to do it in two phases; however the boy gritted his teeth
as bravely pushed down impaling himself, until his balls were touching
Jim's bush. Two tears escaped from his eyes as the pain hit him.

	"Jim, stay there until the pain subsides and I'm used to your
bigger cock." After a couple of minutes Noah felt much better, he smiled
and bent over, starting to kiss Jim; their tongues met swirling inside
their mouths as the teenager started pulling the boy up/down. Christian
took into his mouth Noah's dick, so he was stimulated in both sides; soon
started to shoot his first load into his friend's mouth. Jim was getting
close to his climax, so he advised the younger boy.

	"I'm approaching my feeling."

	"Hold it a second." Noah then turned around, so now he was giving
his back to Jim; his cock even went further into him. "Please Jim turn on
your right side, because I want to make a 69 with Christian."

	"It doesn't matter; I can bear your weight." Christian kissed Noah
and then went on top of him; immediately he felt how Noah engulfed his cock
as he did the same with his. After some time they reached a common move and
a few minutes later Noah moaned loudly thru his nose as he reached the peak
of his orgasm pulling up his hips. Christian followed and immediately Jim
pushed hard into Noah butt lifting both boys as he spurted his load into
Noah guts. Breathing hard they turned on their right side so they could
breath easily, especially Jim. Christian then recovered his position now
facing his adored friend and lover; they kissed and tired all three drifted
to sleep. One minute later lights went off.

Chapter 35
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Charlie and papa Charles had flown directly to Paris; after landing,
crossing customs and police control; he saw his dad and grandpa thru the
window wall. He ran and jumped into his dad's arms in a very tight and
genuine embrace.

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

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

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

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

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

Patrick opened his eyes in disbelief; he thought that was between his
father and himself. Charles continued: "Fortunately I knew it three weeks
after this happened; my anger was so great that I was tempted to call US
judicial authorities and to carry on according to what we signed when his
mother passed away. However, I thought that decision must be taken with
cold head. I waited and I learnt the boy was living with your dad.  However
the worst was to come. When Charlie came for Christmas, he told his brother
and sister what your wife made him. Fortunately, I was taking the plane in
a few minutes and they thought it was neither the time nor the place to
talk about the problem. A month later, my sons told me that I had to bring
his brother with them; otherwise they were determined to talk to the French
authorities about it. And believe me: they are more than capable to do it,
especially my daughter. I convinced them not to take any step, since I
wanted to talk to you as soon as summer came. In summary Patrick, I
promised my sons that Charlie would never be taken to your country or any
other one against his will; that's a firm resolution. We are giving you a
second opportunity; Charlie needs you and you need him; it is not too late
and he loves you; however, you must recover his love. In any case, you must
think that we all want the best for him. He is a child and has the right to
be happy and to put an end to his lonely life. You must decide to act as a
father and a mother with your son, and love him as he deserves; otherwise
we'll exercise our rights and I'll do what you should have done. You must
decide." Patrick kept silence for a few seconds, and then said:

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

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

	"I love you daddy, please don't leave me again." Tears came to the
man's eyes that the little boy could not see. He hugged even tighter his
son and murmured:

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

	"And what's about the adults?"

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

	"Does papa Charles swim naked too?"

	"He doesn't swim; neither naked nor dressed. He said he has a very
sensible skin and he cannot bear sun. He spent the time reading sat on the
terrace or working in his office.

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

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

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

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

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

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

	"I promise." Patrick said grinning to his son.

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

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

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

	"It seems you have a crutch on him."

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

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

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

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

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

	"What did you say?"

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

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

	"What are you reading, dad?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

	"Mrs. Martin, I want to ask you a personal favour, perhaps you can
help me." He smiled at her; the lady seemed to say, "Be careful man, I am
not that kind of woman." He got the message and blushed, though he had not
such intentions.

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

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

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

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

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

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

	"Well, it isn't necessary."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

       "I only have one, from my dad; mom had not parents; she grew in an
orphan?"

       "Orphanage." The woman pointed out.

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

       "Where is that orphanage?"

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

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

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

       "But, do you have a sister?"

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

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

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

       "Good boy! How is Margarita?"

       "Well... everybody says that the three of us are as three water
drops of different size. Franő€'—ise is the most marvelous boy of
the world. I love them a lot." She then murmured:

       "Probably I have been living near my loved sister for more than 25
years without knowing her existence.  Charlie your dad is coming down; I
have many questions to make you, but now we must keep silence. Please be
careful."

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

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

       "Wait and see Margarita and Franő€'—ise, you will be
astonished how marvelous they are. Franő€'—ise is a swimming
champion in the school, and Margarita is the cleverest girl I ever met."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

       "Please, please, say yes!"

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

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

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

       "Did you swim naked?"

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

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

       "What's about your brother?"

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

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

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

       "Thanks mom for the lovely day. I love you." They kissed on the
cheeks and she grinned at him. The connexion had been established. They
went to the hotel and after showering Charlie asked permission to his dad
to call to Spain. As he was authorised he placed the international call for
an hour later, in order to get thru when his dad was not there; he had to
continue with the secrecy. Patrick excused himself telling his son that he
had to go to the embassy for some business. Five minutes later he received
the call and spoke with Francis, and Margarita; unfortunately Joan wasn't
there. "Please tell I miss him a lot." He obtained the address and as soon
as he finished talking, he dialled his "mom's" number and told her. Then he
put on the TV and relaxed. A few minutes later, he was within a lovely
slumber. Meanwhile his aunty Margarita was getting ready for her journey of
next day to Normandy. She told her daughter it was a business trip, however
the girl did not believe her, however she did not argue.

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

       "Can, can I help you, madam?"

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

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

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

       "Who is it, daughter?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

       "Why? Perhaps he was right after all."

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

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

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

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

       "Do you still keep that cross?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

       "Do you mean the famous lawyer?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

       "Do I have more cousins apart from Charlie?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

       "I like you, Cousin Charlie."

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

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

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

       "But what shall I say to my friends in the school?" The girl
protested.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

       "Thanks Mr. McLain?" She smiled to him. He blushed as a teenager.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

       "No, it is nothing like that, it is much, much more important than
that." Franő€'—ise got serious.

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

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

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

       "There is nothing in the world as beautiful as this." Margarita
hugged his little brother and two tears came along her tanned cheeks.

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

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

Chapter 38
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The night and the following day was an exciting time for
them. Franő€'—ise was tempted to insist on his little brother
about his secret; he felt it was something important; the boy was not
cheating him. He had just finished a shower and put on his nightgown to go
to bed. He changed his mind and entered into his little brother's room; he
heard the noise of the water in the large tub; he opened the door and found
Charlie playing with his little dick.  Franő€'—ise grinned and
felt his cock starting to grow.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

	"Please, please, brother; suck my dick!" He pleaded near
sobbing. Franő€'—ise even without touching himself was also near
his point of not return. He took his brother balls into his mouth and
sucked them for a moment; a few seconds later he engulfed the little hard
dick into his mouth and sucked it eagerly, concentrating on the small
dickhead. Charlie could not resist those caresses; he was breathing hard;
his hands on his brother's head pushing down his blond head. Suddenly he
lifted his hips, stopped breathing as a powerful groan came thru his dry
throat as the near ten years old boy received the impact of his dry
orgasm. Franő€'—ise too, with a couple of strokes started spurting
his semen, his first shot landed on his little brother tummy, the rest went
into the bath tub bottom as he pushed his adolescent dick down. He
collapsed on top of his brother boy's tummy. A few minutes later, he felt
his hands rubbing his head; he lifted it and kissed his loved angel. He
came a little bit down and licked his own semen."

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

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

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

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

 "How does it taste, Franő€'—ise?"

 "What? The white stuff?

       "Yes." Francis looked to his still near erected dick and with the
tip of his finger took a little of the remaining from his previous
ejaculations and put into his brother tongue. He savoured it. "It is a rare
flavour, but no bad, a little salty."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Unconditionally, I would be ready to divorce her if she asked me. She
could take our future child to where she liked and time she wanted;
however, my only condition was that this had to be within France. Under no
circumstance, she would be allowed to take him or her abroad. She agreed
and a document was raised. We got married and ten months later, she had
twins, a boy and a girl; Franő€'—ise and Margarita. That fulfilled
all my expectations." Charles then paused.

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

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

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

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

       "Did you know him?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

       "Yes dad, a lot; she is so similar to mom?"

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

       "How do you know that, dad?

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

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

       "Has she told you that she loves me?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

       "Will you accept him if he asks you?"

       "Sure, I will; daughter." They hugged and happily went to bed.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

 "What about the children?"

 "Don't you know anyone who could baby-sit them?"

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

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

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

       "Nothing will make me happier, Patrick." The children had dinner
cooked by Margarita, they enjoyed the evening together and planned the
wedding. They left Charlie and Jeanette in the house advising they would
come late, so they must be good children and would phone them before they
were ready to go to bed. As Charlie had no pyjama, Margarita said:

       "What can we do?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

       "Can? can I touch it?"

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

       "Did I hurt you?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

       "I like you, Jeanette."

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

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

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

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

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

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

Jeanette smiled and rubbed the back of Charlie's head, ruffling his wet
hair lovingly as they lay there quietly, sweat drenched, listening to the
sounds of their heart beats. Sleep was starting to overcome the two of them
now, and just before he closed his eyes, Jeanette said to Charlie:

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

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

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

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

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

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

During the following weeks, workers introduced and installed the household
goods, so the house was ready to be occupied by its inhabitants. Some weeks
later, November 1st, Friday, would be Charlie birthday. In France is a
catholic feast all wide France. Patrick and Margarita arranged all
paperwork for their legal marriage and planned for the same weekend, so the
children would not need to lose any school time. They would spend their
honeymoon working and enjoying their new lovely house and would go to US
next summer. Everything had been arranged with Charles to meet Margarita
and Franő€'—ise. Jeanette and her mother were anxious to know the
rest of their family. Being a national holiday, they left school on
Thursday afternoon, and the birthday was due on Friday. Carl picked up Jim,
Margarita and Francis on Thursday after finishing classes and travelled
directly to Normandy. Charlie was not there, he would arrive next
morning. However, Jim found his little wife there, and when the car arrived
Margarita ran into her young husband arms. With their hands entwined they
entered into the house to greet his father and Mama MoirＴ. After
a lovely night together the couple was beaming of happiness. After
breakfast Uncle Carl told them:

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

THE END.