Date: Fri, 10 Apr 2015 13:24:26 +0200
From: Al Peres <al.peres@hotmail.com>
Subject: The Magic Quartz Stone 5

			  THE MAGIC QUARTZ STONE
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				by Al Peres


				  Part 5
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CHAPTER 22
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As planned, Pierre and Jeffrey came to the hotel; the boy gladly entered
into Jeff's suite and hugged his grandpa, as he had started to call him;
that made Jeff to sigh with happiness. The boy was very happy because he
had double reasons: he had found a real grandfather and the last night's
dream had been paramount. He could perfectly remember it because his mother
waked him up in those last moments when he was kissing his girl. He was
naked as he had been in his wet dream; in it, he flew like a powerful eagle
over the seas and suddenly he found large and beautiful forests that he
could not identify. He stopped on a white balcony, his nude girl opened it
and they went into a very hard embrace. They made love in all possible
positions. Near dawn, his bladder woke him up; so he went to pee and found
his crotch and belly covered by his own juices. Gladly he wanted to start
again this pleasant dream, and Mother Nature pleased him. Again he found
himself in that beautiful girl's arms as she sucked his hard dick. When his
mother woke him up, he felt a little bit embarrassed because she saw the
stain on the sheet. But his mother was the best mother of the world, as she
commented:

       "Good dream, Jeffrey?"

       "Yes mom. It has been a beautiful one; the best so far." She grinned
and left him to shower.

Pierre and his son had breakfast with Jeff, and once they had finished
dropped the boy in his school; then uncle and nephew resumed the story
walking under freshness of the park's trees.

	"Six days later after my father's visit, my mother suspected that
something had happened; she was not wrong: one of their French colleagues
came to inform that the whole group had fallen after finishing the
operation. Now we know they blew up one of the flying bomber installations,
the V1. Some time later the allied forces entered in Paris. We remained in
Paris for a few months as my mother registered me in the French's and in
the Spanish Consulate; she hated Franco's regime but she thought he would
not live forever.  We took our few belongings and crossed the Canal to
Kent. The Hamilton received us with open arms. Then the happiest time of my
life started. They loved my mother and me as their real family. At least,
once in the week, my mother went to London; later I knew why. Things in the
farm improved once the war was over, then my grandparents contracted a
young man to work in it. He was married and had two little girls, the older
one, Jenifer, was of my age, we were three-years-old when we started in the
kindergarten and she became my sister." Jeff grinned and said:

	"Can you remember those moments? You were only three."

	"I clearly remember how we played in the barn in the middle of the
straw bales, always watched by my grandpa. I adored him and he paid me
back. My mother increased her visits to London and when I was five she came
with the great news. I remember that reunion very well. It was in July
1949. After dinner we used to sit in the porch and that day I was sat on my
grandpa's lap. With some difficulty she said:

	"Father, I want to tell you something important." Grandpa remained
in silence because he guessed the worst, as she continued. "You know I'm
working for the Foreign Office, they had proposed me to join permanently
our Paris Embassy's staff; they need me there. That's what the
Vice-minister has said." He thought for a moment as grandma started
weeping. "We must be practical, my daughter; you will break our hearts
taking Peter from us, but I understand it is for your benefit. You will be
in a large town and well considered, besides, you still are very young."
Those last words hurt my mother some, but she did not express it."

	"Father, I mostly go for Peter's future; no one will share my bed,
at least in my house. I loved my husband too much to admit another man in
my heart. You can be absolutely sure of this." My grandpa knew he had
offended her daughter in this respect; he stood and hugged her tenderly.

	"We love you both too much, my daughter. It was not my idea..."

	"I know it father; I'll never feel offended by you. On the other
hand, we are not going to live very far.  Paris is only one day trip, so on
Christmas, Easter, and summer holidays Peter will be here with you, and
I'll come every time that I can."

"She was right, though it cost me many tears to say goodbye to them. We
went to live in the house where I had been born. My mother did what she had
promised, and we spent all our holidays in the farm. I eagerly was waiting
the time to elapse to go to Kent to my grandparent's home. One of those
years when I was about nine, I had my first sexual contact with a girl."
Pierre grinned recalling those moments. "As usually, Jenifer and I played
together all the time we could in the barn. It was summer and both were
lightly dressed; she then said: if you show me yours I'll show you mine. We
grinned and a few moments later she was sucking my little weenie; that was
my first blowjob, as many others followed that summer. We were caught by my
grandpa in one of them while she was at work; however, Jenifer didn't
realise of his presence since she was sucking me; grandpa then winked me
and went back to the farm house. Later, when we were alone, he said "well
done, Peter". When I was ten they died with a difference of three weeks. My
mother inherited the farm and she sold it to Jenifer's father; the man who
had been helping them; with that money we bought and reformed our Paris
house." Jeff obviously was enjoying what his nephew was recounting him and
laughed.

	"Didn't your mother contact her Spanish family?"

	"She had not any close family there. We changed our holidays' place
starting to go to the South of the sunny Spain, instead of the wet and
humid England. We rarely missed a summer going to the South.  There I found
many friends which still remember us."

       "I remember very well those years after our return from England,
since I was very happy having my mother only for me. Every morning, we used
to leave the house together, and then she dropped me in the school and
picked me up on her return. In the cold and long winter nights I joined her
in the large bed and cuddled in her arms; those were times of
confidences. She recounted me all what she knew about my father, his pranks
and mischief when he was my age; normally accompanied by his brother Olaf
and the coverage provided by his brother Jeff. My mother had not any
inhibition of being nude in front of me since I was very little, so sex was
not any taboo between us. I told her all about my moments with Jenifer and
she laughed loudly, she then said: "you make honour to your father"; he and
his brother Olaf fucked two Indian girls the night of their eleventh
birthdates." Jeff grinned remembering the night he came back from his jump
into the future. He then said:

       "In my mind is very fresh the scene how they scurried to the forest
giving the hand to the girls. What wonderful boys they were!! Pierre then
continued.

       "Since that night when my mother told me, I wanted to emulate my
father. The occasion came near my eleventh birth date. Never a man spent a
night in our house; that was a sanctuary for us. However, from time to
time, my mother stayed near all night outside with her friends; especially
a widow that worked in the Embassy in a different area. She had a girl a
year older than I was and lived not far from us. They agreed that when were
to remain the whole night outside, her girl would stay with me; we had
three bedrooms, though we used only my mother's. It was a warm May night,
and after dinner and washing the dishes, we decided to get ready for
bed. As usually I got naked, but I did not realise I wasn't alone but in
front of Nelly. I got a little embarrassed and went to get my pyjama on,
but then she stopped me:

       "Why are you going to conceal your beautiful figure? I like it;
besides, when you are in Rome..."  Before she ended the sentence she was
naked, too. She had started to mature because she had little bumps on her
nipples and that excited me to the point that I got hard immediately. "It
seems your lovely little brother want some action. What about..." She did
not end her sentence as I took her hand and we went to my room.

       "Our moms will not return until tomorrow after lunch; so we have
time to enjoy ourselves." I thought to use my mother larger bed but I
remembered what she always said about our sanctuary. She lay on the bed and
I went on top of her.

       "Are... are you really going to fuck me?" She grinned.

       "If you don't mind... You have nice tits and I want to suck them
before I proceed to you lovely crack."  I didn't wait her answer and in
seconds I had in my mouth one of her little bumps. I remember how hot she
was that started moaning loudly. In those moments I did not know anything
about kissing, that came some time later of that unforgettable night; she
had some experience that I lacked, though her hymen had not been
perforated. In fact she seduced me. In her lust she guided my penis into
her vagina and instinctively I started fucking her hard. Both were moaning
loudly as she pushed my butt down to get the maximum penetration of my
young tool. I heard a sharp yell as my penis entirely went into
her. Amongst moans she said:

       "Don't stop, please don't stop now." After some moments we screamed
in delight as we probably reached for the first time, our real orgasms. I
slid to my side as we relaxed; I can scarcely remember how she kissed me on
the lips as we drifted to sleep. Had our mothers come early they would have
found us embraced and naked on my bed. The following morning when we woke
up we started laughing remembering our yells. After a few minutes she
watched me carefully as I started exploring her.

       "It was nice last night, wasn't it Nelly? I had not done it to any
girl like I did to you."

       "Yes, very nice; you are a good boy, Pierre. You mustn't tell
anybody so we can do it whenever I come to be with you."

       "Don't worry, I won't tell anybody." I knew I was not telling her
the truth, because I eagerly wanted my mother to know it. After some
minutes we started making out again; this time she taught me about kissing
and introducing her tongue inside my mouth. I recall that she had to insist
that I opened my teeth, but once she got her tongue in my mouth, I
experienced such pleasure that from that moment I was the one wanting
it. We did it many times until I was twelve, and then her mother was
transferred to Berlin. I didn't see her again."

       "Did you tell your mother?"

       "Right that night; of course, without going into details. She got
emotional and hugged me very tight; I think her eyes were blurred as she
commented:

       "My son is becoming a little man; I thought he would be a child
forever..." Then I remained with my head on her lap as she was caressing my
blond hair. Then she started explaining me more details about intercourse
and the cares that I had to observe; especially from the moment I
matured. So when she was to remain during the night outside, she warned me
about the time of their return, even she would make a lot of noise before
going to bed, just in case we were engaged in our lovemaking." Jeff then
said:

       "That's wasn't normal, especially in those times; she must have been
a special woman. Still there are many couples that consider a taboo
speaking about sex in front of their grown children. This is a great
mistake! My wife was of that kind; fortunately I did not share her views to
this respect, and I spoke freely to my children, especially to my son, your
cousin Robert. He had followed the same pattern with his children."

Talking the time to pick Jeffrey up came. Once they were together, had
lunch and said goodbye until 6:30 pm that Jeff would go to dine with them
and spend the evening in family. Jeffrey hugged his grandpa as he called
him. After a light nap Jeff went out to buy some presents, especially for
the boy. At the fixed time, Jeff arrived to their home; before ringing the
bell he had a look at house; he approved the well-cared little garden
though the house had another extension of land surrounding it and in the
back. He pushed the ring and seconds later the lovely tall boy opened
it. The boy hugged the man again.

	"Please, come in; mom and dad are inside waiting for you." Before
he could step into the large hall, Pierre greeted him with effusion as
Jeffrey had the old man hand in his.

	"Welcome home, Uncle Jeff" The woman said as they kissed on the
cheeks as it is traditional in France."

	"You have a nice and comfy house, Peter; today it is impossible to
get one like this, even if you have the money to pay it.

	"Yes, you are right. We are well connected and far from the noise
of the centre of the town." Jeffrey that still was holding the old man's
hand dragged him saying:

	"Come on grandpa; I'll show you my quarters." Lola and Pierre
looked at each other astonished; it was the first time that their son
invited someone into his room. He used to clean and order it without the
intervention of his mother. Jeff went into the large bedroom, the typical
place of a teen boy; posters and little flags from his teams. A desk
computer and a record player completed the boy's belongings. However the
large poster and the boy giving the hand to a young man called his
attention.

 	"It is a nice place, Jeffrey; I suppose you have many friends and
bring them here." The boy grinned.

	"Not at all, grandpa. This is my room; I look after it; I
clean... in summary very few persons have been invited to enter here."

	"Thanks for the honour you gave me, little boy." Jeffrey pressed
the man's hand.

	"You are the real brother of my grand father, and that's something
very important for me; up to now I thought I had not any family, but my
parents. I suppose you have a large house, larger than this one but..."
The man interrupted the boy.

       "Yes, but it has not the history of this one." Then Jeff placed his
old hand on the excited boy's shoulder as he continued: "I hope you will
come to California with your parents Jeffrey. I want to have many of the
members of our family together before I am too old to enjoy it. Ricky will
be very happy to hug you. He and you are the only ones carrying our
surname; the rest have lost it as they are female or coming from female."

       "It should not be like that. My father, in his Spanish passport, has
two surnames and is very proud keeping grandma's surname together with
grandpa's one. He's part of both."

       "You are right, my boy; but we cannot change traditions. By the way,
Jeffrey, since I didn't know you even existed, I could not give my present
for your birthday." Jeff extracted a little box and gave it to the boy; his
parents were observing the scene from the door. The boy opened with care
the little parcel and found a boy-sized Rolex wrist watch, the boy opened
wide the eyes; secretly he had dreamed to have one. His parents perfectly
could afford it but thought it was too expensive for a boy. After
contemplating it, reluctantly he said:

       "Thanks grandpa, but I can't accept it. It is... too expensive for a
boy of my age. I could lose it..." Jeff rejected the boy objection.

       "It is already paid and the warranty registered at your name;
therefore if you don't like it... you can do whatever you prefer, but I
cannot go to the shop again." The boy did not know what to do.

       "Grandpa, I must be honest to you. I like it very much; even I have
dreamed having one like this, but..." The boy stared at his progenitors and
Pierre nodded as he said:

       "This is an extraordinary moment, Jeffrey, my son. He had given it
to you with his heart and remembering your grandpa. Those flowers that you
placed on his grave..." Lola then said:

       "Let's have dinner; the boy must be hungry."

They sat on the comfortable table and started dinner. From time to time,
the boy asked questions about US, especially about New York and
Washington. When dinner was over, Jeffrey went to the kitchen and brought a
tray with coffee for the adults and milk for himself. Then they went to the
living room, placed at the back of the house, facing the west and a
cultivated plot with many vegetable plants. Pierre the said:

	"I have told to Uncle Jeff all what I can remember about our
family; probably there was more that my mother knew and never told us. Now,
Uncle Jeff, please, tell us all about my father that you can remember."
Jeff kept silence for some seconds while they were sipping the coffee,
recalling his thoughts.

	"To start with, I must say I cannot make any difference between my
brothers Peter and Olaf; all that I say about Peter applies equally to Olaf
and vice-versa. I never saw two beings so united; when they made any
mischief my mother always punished both. In the school was very much the
same, unless it was clear who really the author was." He went thru their
lives, especially while they were children and adolescent, and especially
about their grand mother. Then Jeffrey said:

	"Grandpa, is it true that your Indian friends were... let's say
naturalists?" Jeff grinned.

	"Son, since my grandmother founded our family, we have been great
friends with that tribe; watch this little scar still visible." Jeff showed
his old finger base as he continued. "Joe, the old doctor, has a similar
one; we are blood-brothers. The twins and I loved those great persons
and... yes, they were more than naturalists. The sex taboo did not exist
amongst them; they saw natural and normal sex relationships between boys
and girls at any age. However, they were very strict in complying with the
Indian law, in case anyone were forced or coaxed to do something he/she did
not like or wanted. The person thus found guilty, being older than
eighteen, the penalty was the death. If younger than twelve, the tribe left
to the parents to punish the boy or girl. Between twelve and eighteen had
to leave the tribe and never return to his family. I never heard about any
episode of these characteristics had ever occurred. Relationships between a
child younger than eleven and an adult were rare but admitted; the man
previously had to inform the boy's parents about his intentions,
however. Relationships between girls under twelve and adults were rare,
too.

	"Uncle Jeff, I suppose my father had plans for their future, as any
boy or adolescent of his age."

	"As far as they told me, Peter never thought to marry before he
ended his studies on medicine. Both were in San Francisco General Hospital
as MD residents when the War started. Olaf in the Medicine, he pretended to
be a Neurosurgeon, and Peter an Ophthalmology; he wanted to be a children
surgeon. Our cousin Karl and his partner were working as engineers in an
aircraft factory too; they were mad with air projects. They had planned to
live out of the conservative Californian society, establishing in The
Netherlands.

	"Was he homosexual?" Jeffrey asked.

	"Yes. He probably was the brightest of all of us, but never had the
guts to confront himself with his possessive mother. This fact led him to
cry on my chest many times, especially until he was fifteen; then he turned
to himself trying to never speak to his mother. She suffered a lot because
she loved her boy, but never had understood her son. He always felt as
liberation while we were in the school, and especially when we started at
Berkeley. There he met Alfred, his partner. A handsome and quiet blond boy
that scarcely talked to anyone, he was dejected and neglected by his mates
the rich boys. He had come to the University with a scholarship and had to
work outside to pay his clothes. Karl found in that boy the comprehension
and love, so he shared his money with Alfred and we all helped him. We
spent many evenings together, except when we had our own plans. During
Christmas of that year, we invited him to the farm; I have never seen a
happier boy. Karl's father was not silly and asked me about their
relationship; I told him the truth though he had already guessed
it. Grandma knew it and hugged all of us for our understanding with Alfred.

	"What about his mother, grandpa? Didn't she learn about the boys'
friendship?" Jeffrey asked.

	"It was a sad day when Uncle Peter told her; she couldn't believe
him, she still argued that her boy was not homosexual. She felt as if she
had been punished, and never admitted it publicly." Then Pierre asked:

	"Uncle Jeff, my father had a great admiration for you; didn't he
send you any news regarding my mother as she was expecting a baby?"

	"No. I believe he didn't communicate anything to anybody; now I
know why. The last news came thru Karl advising us that Peter had flown to
a special mission and never returned, therefore, everybody assumed his
plane had been shot down and he was dead or in one of the many prisoner
camps. We did tremendous efforts thru the International Red Cross, but
without success; he was considered as disappeared."

	"Weren't you tempted to join US forces, too?"

	"Yes, but I was rejected, basically because there were three of us
already serving to the cause.  Besides I was recruited as a specialist to
cooperate in the shipments of war material. I had a special sense to
develop strategies and routes in order to avoid German submarines; and,
believe me, I had some success."

They continued talking about the fate of the rest members of the family
during hours. Jeffrey made many questions regarding the place and
California. He knew a lot about US, though he had not been in there.

CHAPTER 23
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During a pause of his new grandpa and his parents' conversation, the boy
stood and went to his room. One minute later he came with a Spanish guitar
in his hands.

	"Dad, I know the past is very important, but I think we'll have
time to talk about it. Now let's do something different." Jeff stared
surprised to the boy who, as a professional, sat down and said. "Don't be
surprised grandpa; I am a Spaniard, except for my place of birth." Jeff
grinned.

	"In California there are many persons who can play the guitar,
though not many like Andres Segovia, Yepes, or Paco de Lucia." Jeff
said. My Abuela used to play the guitar, too; even still I keep her
instrument well guarded. It was a present of someone that she loved;
because she cared it as if it was the only guitar in the world."

	"That's fantastic, grandpa. Do you know about those guitar masters,
grandpa? I didn't know Segovia or Yepes; but two years ago I assisted to a
concert in Granada's International Festival. Paco played with a large
orchestra the "Concert of Aranjuez"; it was marvellous the music and the
place. As a tip he played this."  The boy started touching the guitar as a
beautiful sweet music erupted from the fine instrument; it was "Anonymous",
a beautiful and strange old music from an unknown Middle Age author.

	"I like the guitar; and yes, I met Andres Segovia in New York many
years ago. I have some old records with music played by Andres and Narciso
Yepes. They are the greatest guitar interpreters of the world."

	"You seem very fond of good music." Pierre said.

	"I used to; even I played the piano and sang not bad when I was
Jeffrey's age. Once, representing our school, I sang in San Francisco's
cathedral, making the solo of "Ave Maria" from Shubert." The boy opened
wide his large yes.

	"Did you, grandpa?"

	"Yes. The twins were like two angels dressed in that long white
robes..." Jeff said these words like a pray and the boy observed how the
old man's eyes watered. His father then said:

	"Uncle Jeff, we have a good piano here. Do you dare to play
something for us? I am a negation on music, at least as an interpreter. I
like and enjoy it, especially Spanish zarzuela and some light operas;
that's all." They then stood and went to another room where the piano was,
he sat on the stool, and after a few moments he started playing some sweet
music from Beethoven and Mozart he knew by heart. When he ended, felt the
boy's arms round his shoulders and a kiss on his old cheeks.

	"You are great, grandpa! Thank you for your music. I hope this
wouldn't be the last time you play.  You are a master!" The man turned
around and hugged back the boy.

	"I'll do with pleasure for you all in California." They looked at
each other and Pierre felt his son's stare on him pleading to accept Jeff's
invitation."

	"Uncle Jeff, are you suggesting that we travel to California?"

	"Peter, I am not suggesting, but pleading you to come to know your
family. There are many things in the house which belong to you." Before
Pierre could argue, Jeff added. "Our jet will be at your disposal when you
decide to come. I know you and Lola are very busy persons, but Jeffrey may
travel during the holidays..." Pierre felt again his son's stare on him,
but this was so unexpected... It was late to take any decision, so Pierre
said:

	"Thanks Uncle Jeff, we must think about these new circumstances,
however, I promise, you will have us in California as soon as we can. Now
it is late, let's sleep and think about all of this calmly; you will have
our answer before you leave."

	"I understand. I'm returning the day after tomorrow, Monday; and
need to think about what I'll say to the family. Surely it will be a great
impact on them, especially on my son and Ricky." Then Jeffrey looked at his
father as requesting something; Pierre nodded.

	"Grandpa, what are you going to do tomorrow morning?" That
surprised all.

	"Well... I get up not very early, about 9:00. After breakfast, I
like to have a walk thru the near park."  The old man guessing the boy's
thought he added: "It would be a great pleasure having you with me for
breakfast and later for a walk. Round 13:00 hours I want you to have lunch
with me; if you don't have any other compromise, of course." The boy
enthusiastically answered Jeff.

	"I don't have anything special, so I'll be at your hotel at 8:30;
I'll show you what Paris is on a Sunday morning." Pierre and Lola couldn't
say anything on contrary, but to accept the invitation from Jeff.

That night was special for the boy and his parents. They went to bed after
leaving Jeff in his hotel, but the three knew it would be very difficult to
sleep with all of those new events. Nevertheless for Jeffrey it was
different. He had never been in America; had any close family; and now he
found the prospect to know real cousins and the place where his grandfather
lived and grew up. He was sure that his parents, especially his father,
eagerly wanted to go. His father had told him that when he was a child, his
mother had repeated him many times the words from his father, and now his
uncle was inviting him. For the boy it was a great night; he thought on the
large forests mentioned by his grandpa, the horses... but he felt something
strange when he realised had never ridden a horse. "Well, I'll learn." He
repeated for himself. He entered in his room and thanked Mother Nature for
having so good parents and grandpa. He felt sorry his grandmother could not
see the place where her husband grew up.

After a few minutes he was hard asleep, as any boy of his age; but his mind
immediately was full of images as once again he watched himself naked and
flying over the seas and forests, until he discovered the little white
house. He descended as an angel, dressed in white silky shirt, but his dick
was harder than ever before. Again his beautiful girl was waiting for him;
and without any word, she got rid of his shirt and kneeled in front of
him. Before he could become conscious, she took his hairless cock into her
mouth and started to suck his engorged dick. He could not appreciate the
time elapsed, but soon he felt in the most glorious cloud as he reached
that wonderful feeling that had crept from his loins to the tip of his
penis. But that was not all; she continued lapping his body causing
repeatedly that feeling that shook his body. Probably he entered into
another phases of his dreams, because when he heard the clock alarm, could
watch the mess caused on the white sheets. He smiled, got up and retrieved
the stained sheets, throwing them into the laundry basket. His mother was
in the kitchen getting ready some coffee.

	"Good morning mom." The boy said kissing the woman. "I'm going to
meet grandpa. I'll take the underground."

	"We must talk, son. Many things have changed for us only in
hours. You have a family and most likely you are a rich heir. I wonder if
this is for good... In any case we must face it." The boy kept silence as
he took some money for the underground's fares. He had not thought about
that part. He left, and as he was sat down on the train he recalled what
his mother had said. They had a comfortable life; he was not a capricious
boy though sometimes he would have liked to have a brother or sister to
share his thoughts. His parents were good ones and never negate him any
reasonable thing; but he had missed a family with some history behind, like
most of his friends; and now he has found he had it. It was really great!
Why his grandmother had been so reluctant to talk about her life near his
grandfather? He knew they deeply loved each other, in spite of the rough
times they lived in. He would like to find a girl to love as they had loved
themselves. However, she should be like the girl of his dreams, or the
Indians that his grandpa talked about, without any prejudices. What a pity
they had disappeared... Thinking on this he arrived to the station in the
centre of the large city. He loved Paris though he missed the large open
spaces as when he went camping or hiking with his friends.

Jeff was waiting for his brother's grandchild, and when he spotted him
crossing the large boulevard he could not but to admire the boy's beauty
and the great resemblance to his brother Peter; the boy's grandfather. He
sighed as Jeffrey entered and kissed good morning to him, as if he had been
doing this since a long time ago. Chatting about miscellaneous things they
had breakfast; then Jeff went upstairs and took his stick.

	"Where shall we go, Parisian?" Jeff asked as the boy grinned.

	"We have time, grandpa. Now let's go for your walk; I like this
too, especially on Sundays when not many persons are in the parks. Later
they will be crowded with children and their moms."

	"I see we have many things in common. What a pity not to have known
you before! You will like your cousin Ricky."

"How is he?"

       "I don't have any pictures with me. He's more or less like you are,
except that he has a wider chest due to the continue practice of swimming;
I'm sure he will be a good champion."

       "Like many Americans." Jeffrey said. "In the Olympic Games they
always win most of the golden medals, especially in swimming." The old man
stopped and fixed his eyes on the boy, placing his hand on the boy's
shoulder.

       "Jeffrey, you are as American and capable as he is; the success is a
consequence of the hard work, not because the place of birth. He loves
swimming as you love playing your guitar. I tried to teach him to play the
piano and he was unable to learn a single note." The boy kept silence
during a couple of minutes while they continued walking, then he asked:

       "Grandpa, how is your place? I mean, where you live. As I have
watched in the movies, I suppose it is a large and extensive one." Jeff
also said nothing immediately because he wanted to be fair with the boy.

       "Jeffrey, every person has his own way to see and appreciate things;
it is difficult for me to be objective talking about our country, even
referring only to California. Thanks to our family, we have large untouched
forests where wild life is kept safe and respected. My grandmother made
great efforts to keep for the posterity this land; no matter what those
mountains and forest contain. Years after she left us, we also added most
of the Indian Territory; and today that enormous park is considered one of
the best reservations of wildlife of the US. Not many years ago, the
authorities wanted to change its name by our surname, but we rejected the
idea; so it is called the "Bullhead Rock Mountains" as always had been."

       "Why of that name, grandpa? Obviously there will not be such a
Bullhead Rock." The old man grinned.

       "You are not entirely right. There is a quartz rock seeming a
bullhead with many legends and stories attached to it. Probably Ricky will
tell you. He knows a lot about."

       "Can't you telling me?"

       "I can, but I may not. He has had some experiences that would
surprise you. To start with, he had been seriously ill affected by an
aggressive leukaemia; we feared the worst, however, the last news that I
have is he has fully recovered and..." He was to tell the boy partially the
story, but his mouth went shut.

       "Please, grandpa; tell me how he has recovered."

       "Please son, don't insist on this point and forget what I have told
you; at least don't mention it to anybody, except maybe to Ricky or to some
other person that I can't mention now." The boy did not insist, but
suddenly he asked.

       "How is the farm house, grandpa? Has it a barn as my father's
grandparents had in Kent? What kind of cattle do you breed?" Jeff ruffled
the boy's curly black hair.

       "It is a large house, with ground floor and two floors on top;
however, when I was your age there were only the ground floor and one on
top. When Uncle Robert started getting children he built it; he was right,
now the rooms are needed when his daughters comes with their numerous
family. Still we keep the old barn; it has been restored and is being used
as garage. I love cars since I was a teenager. I'm very fond of old models,
and have a fair collection of them. About cattle? Since my grandmother
inherited the farm she started breeding only horses, good ones. I have one
pure Spanish "cartujano" mare for my service, though we have many mixes. Do
you like horses?"

       "I am afraid I can ride only bikes."

       "Oh don't worry! You will love them. There are good persons of your
age, especially a girl: Marian.  She is really an excellent amazon, very
intelligent and a brilliant student."

       "Is she a family member?"

       "No; I would like she were. She is an Indian descendant, though now
it is difficult to note she has Indian blood running thru her veins. Her
great grand mother would have been the shaman of the tribe, but she
immigrated to Canada when married. Her mother came to have her child in
California, coinciding with Ricky's mother in the hospital; since that
moment, she started nourishing both children at the same time. We
contracted Lydia, Marian's mother, as the family's Counsellor, so, she is
more than an employee. She is an essential part of the family and love
Ricky as her own child."

       "Is Ricky close to Marian, grandpa?"

       Well... when he was born I built a small and beautiful white house
with a large terrace near the farm's main house; it has a green tiled rail
as I observed in Mexico. There, both lived together until they started
studying in separated boarding schools." The description of the house made
Jeffrey near jump as his heart started bumping into his young chest. Was it
possible that his dreams responded to some reality? He never thought about
it; especially during the last week that he dreamed with that girl. He did
not know her name and did not dare to ask the old man to describe her; it
was obvious that his grandpa loved the girl, however. He felt the need to
ask when he could go to California, though it did not depend on him, but on
his parents.

       "I would like to go to America as soon as possible, grandpa. I
keenly want to know my family; I suppose there are many pictures of my
grandfather in the farmhouse."

       "Yes; there are a few at different ages, until he left for
England. I keep all of them in a chest in my room. I'll talk to your
parents during our luncheon. I understand they have compromises and
obligations here in Europe and cannot go immediately; but you are free
until September that you will resume school duties."  They were sat down
under the shade of a large tree and Jeffrey asked:

       "Grandpa, what's about Uncle Olaf's British family? Have they gone
to the farm?"

       "Yes, many times. We suffered a lot during the childhood of Uncle
Olaf's daughter; due to the intransigency of her stupid grandfather. When
she grew up and married, they went there. Later on, her two children have
come many times. If you go soon, you might meet your British cousins Peter
and Olaf; they are one year older than you are. Also all my great grand
children will be there."

       "How old are they, grandpa?"

       "They range from 10 to 2 y/o; all of them are blond haired and have
blue eyes. It is rare to find black or brown hair in the family; only
Ricky, you and I, can presume of that. As you know your own father was a
blond, in spite of having a Spanish mother."

       "Yes, grandma was very proud of this fact, especially when they
lived in England." They stopped talking as Jeffrey looked at his watch. "I
think we should start walking back to the hotel; my parents will be there
in one hour."

       "Yes, you are right, but we aren't in a hurry; we have time enough
to continue our conversation."  Then the boy said looking at his watch.

       "It is a beautiful watch, grandpa. When I start school in September
I must leave it at home; I don't want my friends to believe I am a rich
brat boy." The man grinned and stopped. Then Jeff placed his hand on the
boy's shoulder and seriously said:

       "Jeffrey, you have a name and surname that mean a lot of money; you
certainly are very rich and not necessarily a brat boy." The boy opened
wide his lovely eyes as Jeff continued. "Yes my boy, near half of our
companies' value will be owned by your father; therefore, with the time,
you will inherit him." That declaration shocked to the boy; he knew his
current family was economically well situated, though not to that extent.

       "Grandpa, I don't need anything more than my family; that's all what
I want. Besides, there are a lot of cousins, also descending from your
brother Olaf; even they carry his name..." The man hugged the boy lightly
as he answered.

       "Jeffrey my son, this is neither the moment nor the place to speak
about this matter; we'll have time.  However, to start with, Uncle Olaf's
blood is in their veins, but Lord Kelp, the boys' great grandfather, closed
any possibility from the moment he did not recognize Uncle Olaf as his
grandchild's father, in spite of all efforts that my father did in this
sense. I don't want to talk about those sad moments when I tried to see the
little girl in England. Fortunately, the child's mother helped some. Years
later, when the girl was about seven, we could start meeting the little
child with her mother's expressed secret consent, and by bribing the
school's director. They are very rich too; and do not need our money, but
they always wanted our love; and they have it. In the future this problem
can be only tackled by you and Ricky, as the legal heirs of all our
fortune."

       "Please grandpa, let's forget about this; I... I think it is
neither..." They starting laughing as Jeff ruffled the boy's curly black
hair.

That was a great day; the family had lunch together. As they were sat down
in the lounge, it was agreed that Jeffrey would fly to San Francisco in a
week time. Lola and Pierre would try to arrange everything in order they
could go to know the family during the next August; meantime they would
exchange pictures thru Ricky and Jeffrey. On Monday Jeff flew in the
Company's private jet, directly from Paris to San Francisco.

CHAPTER 24
-----------------

The helicopter landed in front of the main house and Ricky ran to meet his
grandfather; Jeff opened his arms and received his dear grandchild. For
Jeff, seventy years have elapsed; but for the boy only a few days.  They
hugged tenderly as Ricky said:

	"I love you Jeff, I am definitive cured thanks to you." He could
not continue speaking because his parents were approaching. Robert hugged
his father, followed by Betty. Jeff placed his arms round his son and
grandson as many employees approached the old man. Kindly he greeted one by
one, specially the children that he kissed gently. Lydia appeared when he
was in the hall and she hugged the old man tenderly; she was crying.

	"Thanks to the Great Spirit, Ricky is cured and still we have the
reserve of..." She did not continue as Jeff interrupted her.

	"Lydia, you are a member of this family, therefore, please, let's
enjoy my return. I feel very well and happy. I can't see Marian here; is
she well?"

	"She's ok, but she told me would see you as the last one, when
everybody is gone."

	"Ok Lydia; I have something for her." Lydia then left the group and
walked up to her little lovely house. As they sat down in the living room,
Betty went to ask for some coffee, leaving Ricky and his father alone with
the old man. Ricky stared at his grandfather and grinned. Robert then said:

	"Everything is going smoothly, and as you can see, Ricky is
perfect. Dad, I have a lot of questions to make you, but I'll leave them
for tomorrow or when you have rested; in fact they are not urgent." The old
man grinned as he glanced to the boy.

	"Everything will be ok, son; however, I have the greatest news that
you can imagine, but I won't tell you today. I suppose your sisters and the
children are coming tomorrow; then it will be the moment to tell you
all. Now let's have some dinner, I need to rest." After dinner Jeff
accompanied by Ricky went to his room; as they entered the boy said:

	"Jeff I can't see you different from what you were a few weeks
ago. Yes you are old, but you are the same and... I like it. As you may
understand, since the moments we spent together, it is very difficult for
me to call you grandpa. How was your return to your time?" Jeff grinned as
he jabbed his grandson.

	"I found myself alone, lying on the pine leaves cushioned floor; I
had hurt my knee; fortunately in that moment the county's sheriff came and
he picked me up. He told me I was not the first person who had gone to the
future and come back; he had investigated three previous cases, advising me
never to tell the truth to anybody."

	"I suppose you have gone thru very difficult times, especially
knowing what was coming next.

	"Very difficult ones, my son; very difficult ones... But let's
forget about all of this. Tomorrow you will start a new life near other
person."

	"Jeff, I'm not interested in girls by now. I like them very much;
but after the time dealing with the leukaemia I am going to devote my life
to study and swimming. My aim is to get a medal in the Olympic Games on
2002; I'm sure you will help me."

	"You can count on it if the Great Spirit keeps me
here. Nevertheless, females are part of our world and a respectful and
honest use of sex can bring a lot of satisfactions for both parties, so
keep this in mind, my son."

	"You are right, but I don't mean to become a monk; among other
things, because I like sex very much. Nevertheless, I meant that I'll
pursue my objective without getting into serious compromises until I had
matured enough, and have a clear idea about what I want to be in the
future." Jeff thought how the leukaemia had affected and changed his
grandchild; he was becoming a little man quickly. He also thought that the
boy was feeling in his inner core the rejection he had received from
Marian. It was hard to accept that the smart girl had started appreciating
him more as a brother than as a lover.

       "Yes Ricky; but don't try to blame others for what you lost. Marian
loves you... but as a brother. You must also take into account that you
took from her what a girl much appreciated, and she never objected you, all
on contrary, she continued loving and caring about you as anyone else could
do. It took me seventy years to digest this assertion, though for you only
two weeks have elapsed."

       "Thanks Jeff for telling me. I know and appreciate her devotion for
me and I'll pay her back with my brotherly love." Both paused involved in
their so different thoughts; then the boy asked: "What is it all about the
news for tomorrow?"

       "I thought to comply with my word not telling it to anyone, but you
are not anyone, but so special..."  The boy grinned as he hugged the old
man, his grandfather and best friend; being reciprocated by Jeff. "I can't
wait for tomorrow to tell you my news because I need your cooperation."
Ricky remained in silence; he had not any idea on the subject as Jeff went
to his suitcase and extracted a little parcel. "You were too ill during
your birthday and I did not want to disturb you. This is my present for
you, though this has nothing to do with what I am going to tell you." He
paused and Ricky did not know what to do: either waits his grandfather
ended or to push him on the bed and start making ticklish to him, as they
did during the past weeks. Then he only said:

       "Please, tell me something..." Jeff chuckled.

       "During my stay in Paris, by chance, I have found another Jeffrey
Larsen and his father, Pierre Larsen; a famous French/Spanish
neurosurgeon. They are my brother's Peter grandson and son, respectively."
He explained the circumstances that we already know. The boy had his mouth
agape and a funny expression on his face. He did not say a single word but
hugged his grandfather with all the tenderness he could muster; finally he
said:

       "You are great Jeff!!! You did a good job, it has been worthwhile
your comma situation in Zurich."  Recovered from his surprise, the boy
dragged the old man to the couch and sat down on his knees, his arms round
the old man neck as he whispered: "I have a real cousin and he is not blond
as the rest of the gang, so he is as we used to be two weeks... or seventy
years ago. Am I right?" Jeff sighed pleased.

       "Yes you are; so tomorrow you must be a good actor expressing your
surprise." The boy grinned.

       "Oh don't worry!" Then Jeff extracted a little piece of paper from
the nightstand's drawer and said:

       "Now take your lovely digital camera and make pictures of everything
that you might think is interesting for them, including yourself; and then
mail the material to this e-mail address. In exchange, you will start
receiving from Jeffrey the same useful information until next Sunday that
we'll receive him personally here. He's a great boy, only a few months
younger than you are." Jeff noted the excitement on his grandchild and
smiled.

       Please Jeff, can we...?" The old man did not know what to do. As far
as he could remember he had not done anything sexual with his grandchild,
except during his stay as a boy, and that was seventy years back. But there
was not such a consideration in the boy's mind; for him nothing had changed
during the past two weeks, so he insisted: "Please Jeff, I'm very hot."
Jeff grinned and pushed the boy on the couch. Ricky immediately dragged his
pants down as a lovely five inched dick popped out jerking with every heart
beat.

       "You must promise me you'll never ask me this again. I'll do it
thinking as when we were together as boys." Ricky dragged his grandfather's
face and kissed him tenderly.

       "I love you, Jeff." They ended those strange moments of ecstasies
for the boy; then he got dressed and again kissed the old man, in this
instance he whispered into his ears: "You are the best; thanks grandpa." He
left.

Jeff locked the door, got naked and went under the shower. He did not like
air conditioned, so when he finished showering, put all the lights off and
drew open the heavy curtain to get fresh natural air that came from the
mountains. He sat on the bed and took a large yellow envelope that he had
extracted from his heavy safe; it contained an album with most of the
pictures made with his parents and brothers; it was his real treasure. Two
tears rolled along his wrinkled cheeks as he reverently touched those
images. He also had the negative films well wrapped and cared. He would
call the son of his old friend to develop copies for Pierre and his
family. He was immersed in his thoughts and did not notice how the bottom
of the large wardrobe had been slid; besides his ears were not as good as
they used to be. He raised the head and watched the beautiful familiar
adolescent figure of Marian in front of him. She was only wearing a silky
long night shirt to her knees. Seventy years had elapsed, but her image was
in his mind as if only one day had passed. He extended his old hands and
the thirteen-years-old girl grasped them emotionally.

	"You are even prettier than I can remember, Marian. I have missed
you very much during these long years. It has been a heavy burden;
especially during the time I watched how you grew up." The girl kissed the
old man cheeks as she received the smell of the same perfume that she knew
so well.

	"Jeff, you are not old for me. Your departure broke my heart into
pieces in spite I knew you had to go; and still it is bleeding. If it were
not for..."

	"I know what you are going to say, the stone near told me, but we
must be realistic. The future is yours and not mine. This is my future that
probably will last only for a few years, but I am terrible happy knowing
that I can comply with my destiny. I still have something that I learnt
later, that doesn't change anything. I'll tell you later."

	"Jeff, please; you are not old for me. You are the same. What a
wrinkled skin means? It is nothing. I have regretted a lot not going back
with you to your time and change the whole world, if it would have been
necessary..." The old man dragged the young girl to him and placed his hand
on her lips to prevent she continued speaking. She was crying. She took her
hands and both sat on the large and comfortable leather couch.

	"Listen carefully to me, my beautiful Marian. Things are as they
are and the Great Spirit disposed; yes we could have changed them, but we
did not. Now we must face reality. I am not your Jeff; another Jeff is
coming to replace me and he might be the one who welds your heart
wounds. Believe me, in spite what you think your fate is not yet fixed." He
paused and changed the subject. "Now I have three presents for you." The
girl fixed her wide black eyes on the old man's and kissed him gently on
the lips a soft kiss.

	"I don't need any present; your presence is my best present." She
then bent her head leaning it on Jeff naked shoulder; her light brown hair
cascaded on the man flesh. Jeff softly raised her head and kissed her on
the silky hair. Then Marian added: "Jeff I... I have been unfaithful to our
love, not physically but in my dreams." Jeff pressed the girl to him as he
kept silence; she then continued. "Since a couple of weeks a boy visits me
every night in my dreams and we make love, a beautiful love, as when we did
together when you were a boy; but he is so equal to you that I figured out
he was you. However, my heart tells me he is not you, because he has
continued coming after you departed. What's happening to me Jeff? Am I
getting insane?"  Jeff dragged the near naked girl to his chest and again
kissed her on the hair.

	"Marian, I have told you that your destiny is not yet fixed, and
your words make me very, very happy."

	"Why? In such a manner I have betrayed you, but he is so
convincing, so beautiful."

	"I guess you don't know his name."

	"We have no time; when we are at the peak I wake up and everything
is gone. Then I feel very sad and guilty." Jeff stroked her wet cheeks with
the tip of his fingers. She then stared intensely into the man's eyes and
saw something strange and sad; though that was for an instant as the stone
hanging from his wrinkled neck started flickering madly. Jeff smiled
sweetly.

	"Marian, now let's go to the point. I said have three presents for
you, and now I add a plea." Marian with all the tenderness she could gather
kissed the old man nose, as she used to do only days before he went back to
his time.

	"I have told you that your best present for me is that you are
here." Jeff stood and extracted a little squared red box from his leather
suitcase. He opened it and the girl opened wide her beautiful eyes. It was
a necklace made with shining stones. "I can't accept it Jeff. I am only a
girl and this is for a woman, for an adult beautiful woman." Jeff caressed
again her hair.

	"You are not an adult yet, but you are the most beautiful woman I
have ever known; therefore you must accept it and wear it when you get
married with that lovely boy of your dreams. I'm sure you will find him and
your dreams will come true, because you deserve everything."

	"Oh Jeff, why are you so sweet and generous? Why didn't I go with
you?"

	"Because I loved you and I have never loved anyone like I did to an
Indian descendant shaman." The girl could not stop and hugged tenderly the
old man.

	"I'll keep it until I am eighteen as minimum. I plead the High
Spirit to keep you with us until you can see it on my chest." The old man
grinned slyly.

	"Marian, now has come the greatest moment in my life and in
yours. I have been a carrier during seventy years, but the stone hanging
from my neck is for you." The stone was shining as never before, changing
continuously its colours as Jeff continued. "It is very powerful; it made
me to jump into the time to come and know you. You must make a good and
honest use of it as all your ancestors did with similar stones." The girl
kept silence, she knew could not reject it as she had pretended with the
necklace.

	"If the Great Spirit has ordered it I'll carry it with pride as you
did, my Jeff."

	"He did it, "Snowed Eagle". Marian deeply sighed as she heard her
Indian name, till now unknown for her. "Please press the chain third link
of each side of the stone and the chain will open." She did it and the
stoned dropped in her hand; now it has a green brilliance as an
emerald. Jeff felt as if a heavy weight was lifted from his old shoulders.

	"If you like, you can keep only the stone, though I would like you
hang it with this gold chain." Again the girl stared to Jeff with an
infinite love, kissed him on the lips softly, as a family kiss; her eyes
blurred and started to weep.

	"Please Jeff, do it yourself; no one has this right but you!" He
did as a storm of images came into the girl mind featuring her as a new
wise and strong person. They hugged softly as Marian said: "I think you
have something in your mind and are eagerly to tell me. Jeff grinned as he
pressed the young girl against him again.

	"No one knows what I am going to reveal you, except Ricky for
obvious reasons; he knows everything about us. I have found in Paris my
brothers Peter's family." Marian felt a sting in her stomach pit.
"Unfortunately he had not a large family, only a son. His mother died last
year and he had a boy of your age.  A beautiful and smart boy, I must say;
and his name is Jeffrey. He will be here next week. Tomorrow the family
will reunite once Ricky's sisters arrived with their children, and then
I'll tell them all about." The girl did not seem surprised; she was waiting
something extraordinary to happen. He paused for a large minute.

	"It is great grandpa! Ricky was too lonely in spite of having the
red haired cousins with him. Jeffrey will be as the brother that Ricky
never had." She paused. "By the way, you told me have something that you
learnt thru the stone. What is it?"

	"No. It wasn't thru the stone; otherwise you would have already
known it." He paused recalling his thoughts. "Have you recently visited my
brother "Light Hawk"? That surprised the girl. She showed a grimace on her
beautiful face, as being ashamed.

	"No. The last time was before I went to the boarding school; I
should be ashamed because he always treats me with deference, and have
something for me. I feel something strange in his presence... as if he
wanted to spread his wings to protect me."

	"It is not strange what you felt; he is... he is your great
grandfather!" She remained where she was standing as if her bared feet had
been nailed to the floor. Slowly she approached her old lover; placed her
arms round his neck and kissed him softly on his cheek, and then her head
leaned on the old man shoulder.  She was crying. After a while, as Jeff
rubbed her smooth back she said:

	"Why you or he didn't tell me this before? Yes, Ricky and I loved
him..."

	"I knew it seventy years ago, the same day I returned to my
time. You must forgive him, since he could not do it; he was cursed by your
great grandmother: never to see her or descendants." Jeff explained Marian
what Joe told him. "Only you or your mother could really forgive him from
his sin; that's why he never went to Canada or your grandmother returned
here. I don't think your mother knew anything about this. Part of his sin
included never to get married, since he believed he would transmit his
curse to his descendants.

	"Thanks grandpa for telling me. It has been too hard for him and
has paid a high cost for his mistake; after all, he was only a boy, but
Indians traditions are like this. I promise I'll compensate him with our
love until his body is burnt on the sacred pyre if I live to see it.

	"Thanks my daughter for calling me "grandpa" and for your
forgiveness to my brother; that's what I want to be for you from now on."

	"That's my wish too, grandpa."

They hugged tenderly and the girl started walking to the wardrobe .She then
lighted the lamp a went thru the furniture, though she did not need it, the
stone's brilliance was the best lamp. She descended the steps as a lovely
fresh draught agitated her near light brown hair. She did not turn her
head; she could go on the right to her old room, or to the left where Ricky
was; but she went straight until she reached the bush covering the
entrance, not far from her garden. Her mother was not there as whirl of
thoughts flooded in her mind. She went under the cover trying to sleep and
dream with her handsome boy.

Jeff saw how the girl trespassed the wall, as a great pain, not physical,
filled his spirit and hot tears dribbled along his old skin. He had paid a
high price for jumping in the time to love Marian and to save Ricky; nobody
would ever know how much he has loved that young girl and now, as natural,
he had lost her forever. He would ask the High Spirit to take his life as
soon as possible and let him fly over the forest as the nightingale that he
was.

CHAPTER 25
-----------------

Jeff got up early, took a light breakfast and went to the stables; his
faithful dog barked and the lovely Spanish horse neighed receiving him with
happiness. He was surprised to find the animal saddled and Ricky's horse,
too. Suddenly the young boy appeared thru a corner and hugged his
grandfather from behind.

	"I guessed this would be your first action this morning, grandpa."

	"You guessed right, my boy."

	"May I accompany you? I suppose you have many things to think
about, but you know I like being with you; so if necessary I'll keep my
mouth shut." The man jabbed the happy boy.

	"You always get your goal with me since you were very little;
fortunately you have never been a whimsical boy." They mounted the horses
and started a slow trotting thru the tall pines. The boy sighed.  "Your
sisters and the children will be here before we come back."

	"Yes, I love Christie; she has always been very good to me, as my
second mother; that's perhaps why I love Jimmy so much..." Jeff interrupted
his grandchild.

	"Richard, have you ever been attracted to an adult... a man or a
woman?"

	"Never, grandpa. You were the only one who attracted me badly, but
you were a boy like I am; even I must confess now that, in such a manner, I
regretted that yow were here when I observed that Marian had a crush on
you." The man giggled.

	"That happened seventy years ago, my child. Please forget it. I
think she is neither yours nor mine, and both have been in loved with her;
so we are even." The boy laughed loudly. Then he dared to ask his
grandfather.

	"And you grandpa, were you ever attracted to any adult when you
were a boy?" The man kept silence for a moment.

	Well... I think so. I wonder if that was love or what; but surely I
deeply admired him. I wished he had moved forward and touched or hugged me
expressing his love for me; not necessarily sexual. However, he was too
honest to his strong beliefs and never tried. I know he loved me right from
the day I came back from my jump into another time. His name was Harris,
the County's Sheriff. He was not a common policeman, but a scientific
officer. He attended to many congresses in US and abroad on criminal
matters, and many times San Francisco's and other large towns' Police
departments requested his help on difficult cases. He was very critical
with laws regarding boys and girls sex contacts, and never prosecuted any
claim on this subject, unless the force had been used against the free
will. This granted him the Indian's respect and friendship, and later on my
friend's Jeremy Docket, District emeriti judge. On contrary, he bore the
hate of many bigot conservative organizations."

	"He seemed a famous detective, as some times is shown in the
movies."

	He certainly was. Whenever I had time available, especially during
holidays, I went to his office because I was very interested about the
previous cases. He also gave conferences to future officers, though he
never mentioned cases of persons that had disappeared as I did."

	"You mean there had been others that had jump in the time like you
did?"

	"Yes. There had been three cases: two boys and one girl. Years
later, when Harris passed away, I found he had appointed me as his
universal heir. Still the surprise was paramount when his lawyer delivered
me a large parcel containing the four files in which he had intervened and
worked."

	"But that was the Government's property!"

	"You are partially right; however, he did all his investigations in
his free time and with his money; the Government paid the physical search
of the missing persons. He told me no one would ever believe what he had
done, except I; that was why he never talked or wrote anything about his
works and investigations on this subject. He wanted nobody could shadow his
fifty years working as a policeman. He was a great man and better person;
my grandma admired him, too! Many times I impulsively hugged him, but then
he rubbed my back and sighed; nothing else."

	"Grandpa, can I have a look into those files some time?"

	"You can but you may not, at least until I die or you are old
enough. They are locked in a safe in our bank in San Francisco and you will
inherit them." The boy giggled and changed the subject.

	"Grandpa, I have sent the mail to Jeffrey with some pictures
attached. I have brought with me my digital camera and its tripod, I'll
take some pictures of us and the horses and I'll attach them to my next
mail to him. By the way, how is Aunty Lola?" The man chuckled about the
boy's question.

	"She's a distinguished woman, like your mother; I think they will
hit off. Of course she's a great technician in art, especially in oil
paintings. She told us many anecdotes regarding the many new rich men and
women who wanted to purchase a good paint, and often they are cheated." The
boy laughed.

	"And Uncle Pierre; how is he?" The man got serious as the image of
his brother Peter came into his old memory. Ricky guessed the cause of his
grandfather's sudden sadness. "Sorry grandpa, I think I touched a sensible
fibre in your mind."

	"Yes, you are right. His name recalled me my brother, but also your
recent sickness, Ricky. He's a great specialist in that field of Medicine;
but some times, as he said, "I feel very sad when a mother comes and deeply
I know we can't help the little boy or girl, though we do our best." He
gave me the name of those terrible tumours."

	"Don't worry, grandpa, I know you cured me and besides we have kept
your medulla just in case, though I am sure I won't need it." They made
some pictures and slowly chatting returned home. As they gave the horses to
an employee, watched how a little blond boy was running to them.

	"Grandpa, Uncle Ricky!!!" The ten-years-old boy jumped into Ricky's
arms as both boys embraced with love; then he did the same with his great
grandfather. "I love you both. You know Uncle Ricky? I'm going to sleep in
your room; mom had promised me I would do it if I had good school
qualifications!"

	"And you did. Am I right, my little imp?" The blond boy seemed not
to like being called "little imp" as he said.

	"I am ten and I'll be eleven in eight months. Besides I am the
tallest of my mates."

	"Sorry my young imp if I have offended you." The boy widely smiled
as he said.

	"Mom and aunties are waiting for you in the library. All the
cousins are settling down, except me, because I'll sleep with you, Uncle
Ricky."

	"That's perfect, my little rascal. I have many things to tell you,
but now I have to go where your moms are waiting for us."

As they approached the front door of the main house, a herd of blond little
boys and girls approached them shouting and kissing Ricky and their
grandpa, all making questions at the same time. They entered into the large
room as four young women tenderly kissed them. Ricky's parents were also
present and a sigh from his mother expressed the concerns the couple still
had regarding their son's leukaemia; they couldn't believe the boy were so
alive. After kissing his grand daughters Jeff sat on one of the leather
couches; immediately Ricky sat near the old man that placed his left arm
round the boy's shoulders. Then Jeff said:

	"You can't imagine how happy I feel with all my children round me;
I hope this lasts for many years." Ricky's father was to say something but
Jeff stared at him, he knew his father did not need any compliments. He
then continued: "I like to see you all round me. I have called you because
I have family important news." Except Ricky, the rest looked at each other
with some confusion as they had never attended to a reunion like this
one. Jeff continued. "During my stay in Paris after the Zurich's episode, I
was walking thru a park..." He related all what we already know regarding
Peter's family. When he finished, extracted from an envelope a few pictures
and gave then to his son that passed to his daughters.

	"Dad, this boy is the other image of Ricky, they seem twins!"
Robert nodded with agreement of his daughters.

	"You are right, Bob; not only that, he's as familiar as my brother
Peter was."

	"I would like to see Pierre as soon as possible, father."

	"You also can call him Peter. He has three legal passports:
Spanish, from his mother; US from his father; and French as he was born in
Paris. The same applies to his son." They continued arguing as Ricky left;
some time later he returned with a lap-top computer that he placed on a
table in the centre of the room, so everybody could watch the screen.

	"Grandpa, Jeffrey has sent me this morning a pack of pictures that
he had taken on Sunday after your departure." They looked at one another,
and Christie stared at his younger brother; she knew her dear little
brother, as she called him, knew more than he appeared to know. Robert then
asked his father.

	"Dad, we can go to Paris to know them, if you agree."

	"It is not a bad idea Bob; but Peter is devoted to his patients and
Lola to her gallery, and I don't want to force them. Jeffrey is ready to
come, since he has finished school, though he needs some time to prepare
himself. I think next Sunday would be a good date." Then Ricky said:

	"Since we are all here together, what about if we call them right
now, grandpa?" Jeff looked at his grandson with devotion; he loved the boy
with all his heart. Jeff stared at his watch calculating the time and what
they must be doing in those moments. He thought probably they were in the
house having dinner after a hard day of work.

	"It is a good idea, Ricky. Please bring the phone and we'll call
them." The boy placed the phone on the small table in front of all of them
with the loudspeaker on; Jeff dialled the French number. A fresh voice of a
boy answered on the other side of the line, as he shouted:

	"Papa, mama, it is grandpa from California!!!"

One hour later still they were talking, taking turns on the phone to ask or
answer family questions. It was agreed, however, that Jeffry would travel
to California the following Sunday; Ricky, his father and grandfather would
pick him up at a private airfield in Paris. Robert would take the chance to
solve some business in Paris. When they hanged down the receiver, Ricky was
excited before the perspective to know an essential part of his real family
that carried his surname. He couldn't believe this. That afternoon he
fantasised of having his cousin with him; teaching him to ride a horse; to
make long trips on bike, even to the lake; and if necessary, to tell him
what has happened to him.

That night Marian had the most beautiful dream she ever had so far with
"her boy", to the point that she found herself weeping in the morning,
thinking that "it was only a dream that would never comes true." Why was
she so stupid?" She thought. But above all, she was and adolescent and
adolescents have dreams and fantasies. That was what her mother told
her. She would have liked to have a close friend, boy or girl, to tell all
of this. She had her dear mother, but a mother was not a friend. She had
spoiled the only person to whom she would tell her fantasies, Jeff. Now he
was as a stranger for her and could not confess her thoughts... but why
not? He was the best human being in the World, and she badly needed his
help; otherwise she would return to the school and come back only when she
might find a boy or a man like that of her dreams, otherwise she would
never get married.

After dinner, Ricky entered in his room, still thinking about his
cousin. Most the phone conversation had been between the two boys. He
though his cousin was even more matured than he was, at least about
deductions regarding what they thought. However, they could not speak
freely about the main problem amongst boys of their age: sex. He had not a
close friend as his grandfather and Uncle Karl used to have, and... he
badly needed one. He had forgotten that he would share his room with his
lovely blond nephew Jimmy; when he heard his sister and the boy approaching
to his room.

	"Well, here you are your guest, little brother. Take good care of
him and teach him all what older boys have taught you." Ricky loved her
elder sister; she had always been frank and direct to him; it was not
strange that she was so close with their mother; they seemed real friends
of different age. He hugged and kissed her good nights as she left.

	"Don't worry sister; I'll make of him the best imp of these
forests." She grinned as close the door.  The ten-years-old blond boy
discarded all of his clothes and jumped under Ricky's bed covers, laughing
happily. He knew what was coming next. Ricky putt off all lights except the
one placed on the nightstand, and got naked as every night of his life,
apart from when he was in the hospital. As soon as he was under the cover
Jimmy jumped on top of him and laid his little body on Ricky's, making full
contact with his adolescent uncle. Their breaths were at unison as Ricky
felt his nephew's little weenie hardening between their bodies. The blond
boy's head was under his chin as Ricky instinctively started caressing the
child's silky hair softly. He heard a purring from the boy as he massaged
tenderly his scalp.

	"Do you know, Uncle Ricky? I like you and what you are doing now. I
feel very happy being with you and my dick gets hard only hearing you
breathing. I wish I had an elder brother like you to do this all the time;
it is great to be here." Ricky even increased his caresses to the young boy
as he kissed him on the head.

	"I love you, too Jimmy; you well know you are my favourite nephew,
yet your cousin Francis is of your age and a pretty boy, too."

	"Yes he might be; but he isn't an imp as I am and I know you like
rascal boys." Ricky grinned as Jimmy scooted a little bit up and straddle
his uncle; then raising his lovely head kissed Ricky's lips; it was a soft
kiss of genuine affectionate love. The older boy pressed the little boy to
him cheek to cheek. Apart of the light sex episodes with the little boy,
Ricky had a special delight talking and caressing his smooth skin.
Instinctively Jimmy started moving his hips up and down as he rubbed his
little dick against the older boy's belly. After some time, he closed his
blue eyes as that wonderful sensation started creeping from his loins to
the tip of his hard small boy tool. Ricky noticed how his nephew
accelerated his up/down motions, until he lost control of himself and
started fucking his uncle's navel. Ricky dragged down the bed covers with
his legs as he became also excited with the younger boy delights. He took
hold of his hard dick and started masturbating furiously. Jimmy squealed in
enjoyment when that fantastic feeling reached the tip of his hot dick. For
a few more seconds he continued his movements up and down until he stopped
with a deep sigh, coinciding with Ricky first spurt of his clear semen that
landed on the younger boy's back. Ricky relaxed and kissed his nephew's
hair as he tried to move the little boy, but Jimmy was hard asleep. Ricky
took some paper tissues and cleaned the boy; he lapped his back until
nothing was left, and then took him on his arms and put him in his own
bed. He could observe that the boy's uncut penis was a little bit red
soared. "Next time I'll tell him to use some lube" he thought. Tenderly he
rubbed the boy's blond hair and smiled as he murmured: "You little
imp... but you are right, I love you." He went to his bathroom and had a
long and relaxing shower.

Marian again had a beautiful night; she couldn't remember her dream, but
she was absolutely sure her boy had been with her. She thought had a
serious problem since she was trusting on finding a boy like this one; but
was that possible? She knew this was a chimera and she had to try to be
realistic; however, she couldn't do anything with her subconscious that
every night brought her those wonderful moments that got her
exhausted. Definitely she decided to talk to Jeff, the only one who could
understand her; but would he be comfortable hearing about her dreams? She
dropped her idea and thought those dreams were a consequence of her
adolescence and soon would stop.

Ricky woke up early and found near him the naked body of Jimmy that was
placidly sleeping. For a few minutes he watched the cherubim boy near him;
he had his hand round his engorged three inches penis, most likely he was
dreaming something sexual or exciting because from time to time he
gasped. Wit care Ricky took out the boy's hand from his tool and replace it
by his own mouth. The little boy seemed to accept gladly the change because
a lovely smirk appeared on his beautiful face. Ricky started sucking him
and could see how the wide smile changed into a serious semblance as he
started breathing hard. After a couple of minutes Jimmy's ragged breathing
increased and raised his white hips as he was experiencing a continue
orgasm. Suddenly he opened his large intensely blue eyes and yelled in
pleasure; then extended his arms and dragged his uncle to lie near
him. Their faces were separated by a couple of inches; he did not say
anything but sealed his lips against Ricky's in a real kiss of love; then
closed his eyes and drifted again to sleep.

Ricky grinned as he did not disturb again the little boy. He got up and
went to the bathroom; his penis was not even erected, so he murmured "This
little imp... What my cousin will think about our customs; especially about
my old relationship with Marian? I must recognized that she is the most
amazing and beautiful girl in many miles around. She has changed a lot
since Jeff was gone and now her beauty has increased since he came back as
an old man rather than as handsome boy." Those were his thoughts when he
met his mother and elder sister chatting as two good friends.

	"How's is Jimmy, little brother?" She chuckled as she made the
question; she knew the sex contacts between the two boys and the genuine
love that they shared. She thought it would be hard for the little boy if
he was left aside when Jeffrey arrives next week, so she added before Ricky
could answer: "I want to talk to you Ricky."

	"I'm ready; any time, my dear sister. Would you like once we finish
breakfast and before Jimmy comes down? I have promised him and his cousin
Francis to teach them how to swim properly, though this will take place
about noon. Also I need to talk dad regarding our trip to Paris to pick
Jeffrey up."

	"That fine, young man; we can ride two horses and have some
exercise under the pine forest. It is a long time now since I did it with
you, you were eleven then." Some time later, brother and sister rode two
horses that trotted not very far from the house; they stopped in a meadow
from where they had a good view, leaving the horses to pasture the fresh
grass. They sat down on an old dry trunk as Ricky said:

	"Sister I am thinking about Jeffrey; grandpa says he has a lot of
resemblances with me, even we could pass as twins. I eagerly want to meet
him..." His sister stared at her little brother intensely.

	"I suppose he will be a good friend for you. You need some one to
whom you can trust and talk about grown boys relationships. I think
Marian's was a blow to you."

	"Yes, it certainly was. I had a crush on her, sister; however,
since..." He was to name Jeff, but immediately modified his speech. "The
strange boy appeared, everything changed. I would have liked you were here
all the time and could talk to you." The young woman placed her arm round
her brother's shoulder as she said:

	"Ricky, we all love you, you know this, don't you? However, you are
not being sincere with me. I would like you talked about the myth of that
strange boy and the miraculously healing of your leukaemia. I'm not silly,
little brother, as our sisters are; and I don't believe in miraculous. I
want you to tell me the truth."  Ricky grinned as he stared into her
sister's blue eyes.

	"Christie, I can't tell you because it is like a miracle, and you
don't believe in miracles. The boy had been here for near five weeks, but
he was not an angel; he conquered all our hearts, even Marian's. That's why
she is not with us, because she deeply loves you. Grandpa always said that
you are like our ancestor Margarita, except for the hair." Ricky stopped as
he sighed, then he continued: "We should return, I don't want to disappoint
Jimmy." His sister hugged the boy tenderly.

	"Ricky, please don't try to change our conversation. Nobody wants
to talk about that boy, even mom or dad. I have done some enquires and
nobody is ready to talk. Why of that secrecy? I do not have any secret with
you, even I approve your sex relationship with Jimmy because you are great
with him and he loves you..."

	"Please sister, don't insist by now, but..." The boy paused because
he wanted to talk to someone and he thought his cousin Jeffrey maybe would
not be the right person as he had thought. But if he tells his sister..."

	"Christie, if I tell you, would you promise not to tell anybody?
Even to your husband? On the other hand, nobody can have any doubt he has
been here. You are a good friend of Dr. Lowell and he examined him; even
his medulla is stored in our hospital for a future operation on me or
somebody else that might need it. Ask him, he may tell you more than I
can."

	"I have done it Ricky, but he is even more reluctant to talk than
any of you about the subject. I have also asked Lydia who is one of my best
friends, and she is not ready to say a single word about it: only that what
matters is that you are cured, and that is enough for her. I suppose Marian
would be of the same opinion."

	"That's the proof of how much they love you, sister."

	"Ricky, are you suggesting that knowing what really has happened
would be dangerous for me? I can't believe it!"

	"Not exactly that, Christie; but... Ok, I'll explain you, but for
you own sake you must not comment with anybody." Christie was worried but
her curiosity was very strong. After a pause Ricky explained his sister all
what we already know about this story. She opened wide her blue eyes as she
caressed her brother hair.

	"Really it is unbelievable, and of course, anyone to whom I could
tell this would believe that I am insane; as it happened with that person
who knew about Kennedy's murder many years before." She paused as she
thought about all the events happened during the past seventy years and the
consequences. "Yes Ricky, you are right. I should not have insisted, though
your story explains many things and the success of our grandfather. Can you
imagine the burden and suffering knowing what was going to happen and he
could do nothing to prevent it? He's a real hero... Yes you are right
Ricky; you haven't told me anything, I'll do what that girl did following
the sheriff's wise advice. Sorry brother." They hugged tenderly, and few
minutes later their horses were trotting back to the farmhouse. When they
were entering, Jimmy came down from their room all excited.

CHAPTER 26
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	"Uncle Ricky, I think you have received a mail with a large file
called "photos". May I see them?"

	"Yes, why not; I suppose it is from our cousin Jeffrey; he lives in
Paris." Jimmy did not know much about that cousin, so he went along with
Ricky to their room. As the computer was on, he opened the mail account and
downloaded the parcel. It contained about fifty pictures of their French
family, some of them taken just a few hours back. It was a great surprise
for both boys as they watched the pictures one by one on the screen.

	"Uncle Ricky, this cousin has a lot of resemblances with you. Same
hair, though blacker; same eyes and forehead; same nose..." Ricky smirked.

	"Yes. Grandpa said we could pass as twins."

	"If he is your twin, I guess he would like to suck my dick, too."
Ricky jabbed the little rascal boy and then he started making ticklish to
him; his laugh and yells could be heard in the whole house. His mother
entered and watched the two boys laughing. She sighed as the happiness of a
mother was reflected on her face. She loved her brother and especially her
elder child. "Mom, see these new pictures from Paris." She sat on the chair
near the computer as Ricky started showing on the screen all the photos. As
her son, she was taken aback with the resemblance of the two boys.

	"Certainly he cannot negate he is from our family. I believe there
were a lot of similarities between grandpa and his brother Peter."

	"When is coming, Ricky?" The boy asked.

	"I'm not sure; but he wants to fly in the "Concorde" from Paris to
New York accompanied by his father; there grandpa will pick them up, and
then in our jet to San Francisco. Grandpa first idea was to go to Paris
himself, but it is a long trip and besides Uncle Peters wants to know us
all; yet he will stay here only two or three days, since the hospital had
programmed a serious operation on a boy of five for the next Monday
evening.

Everybody was excited. On Friday afternoon Lola kissed her son and husband
at the terminal in Paris Airport as they proceeded to embark in the
beautiful airliner "Concord". Due to the great speed they would arrive to
NY in three and half hours. When they were flying Jeffrey commented:

	"I think Ricky is a great boy, dad; he had fought a leukaemia and
had worn. In January he was seriously ill and his parents and the family
were very worried because they couldn't find a donor to cure him.  What has
happened to him?"

	"I don't know Jeffrey; I would need to see his medical historical
file to determine what could have happened. From the information I gathered
from his father, he was very grave, to the point that his life was at a
serious risk. Now we have not time to talk about this subject, but when I
come with mama I'll try to find out.  In any case, to cured in so a short
time is something extraordinary, especially leukaemia; though there are
various types: from very severe to some that can be healed, but never in a
short time."

	"Sure he will tell me about; he seems very frank with the family,
and I want to be a real cousin for him."

	"I know that, Jeffrey."

Thru the loudspeakers the crew announced their arrival to NY Airport in
fifteen minutes. They prepared the small luggage and some minutes later
they disembarked. Jeffrey grinned when he observed they had arrived
half-hour before the time they left Paris. As they passed customs with
their US passports, thru the large glass wall they spotted grandpa and a
few other persons. As soon as they went thru the gate, Jeffrey ran and
hugged tenderly Jeff. Ricky felt something in the pit of his stomach, like
some jealousy; he knew had found a strong competitor for the family's love.

	"I promised you I would come soon, so I am here." He turned his
head and immediately recognized Ricky. Without any word, the two boys
hugged tenderly as if they had known each other for many years.  While Jeff
was introducing them to the Robert, Jeffrey spotted the ten-years-old blond
boy; Jimmy had come with them. They looked into each other eyes; Jimmy
blushed as he hugged and kissed his cousin on the cheeks.

	"Welcome home Jeffrey, I'm Jimmy." They laughed because have
embraced without first being introduced; however the little boy dragged his
new cousin and introduced him to his father. Then he did not dare to say
anything when Lola hugged him.

	"You are a lovely lad, Jimmy. I guess that many girls are round you
already." The little boy was enchanted with his auntie's compliments. As
most of the family members, Jimmy spoke Spanish, so he answered her in that
language.

	"Thank you Aunty Lola, you are really a beautiful and elegant
woman." That surprised even his grandpa Robert, as he called him to
differentiate from Jeff. Once they picked the luggage, went thru large
corridors to the airport part where the private planes were. A man with
pilot uniform greeted them and introduced in a small bus to where their jet
was. A few minutes later they were flying to the West. Robert, Jeff, Pierre
and Lola together chatting about the incidences of the flight onboard of
the "Concorde", and Jeffrey, Ricky and Jimmy on the other side engaged in
boy's conversation. Ricky said:

	"We'll take more time to arrive to San Francisco than you did from
Paris to New York."

	"It is normal and funny." Jeffrey said. "I watched how the sun
disappeared and again raised.  However I can't imagine the farm in spite of
the pictures you have mailed me. It seems a large house."  Jimmy
immediately intervened:

	"You will better appreciate it from the air when we fly in the
helicopter. Grandpa has prepared a large one because ours is too small to
carry so many persons. You will be able to watch the horses, the old
farmhouse, the barn and the little white house." The last words impacted on
Jeffrey mind and his heart started to beat strongly into his chest as he
recalled his past dreams. Ricky noticed the change on his cousin, though he
ignored the cause.

Several hours later the group changed from the jet to the helicopter, and
Ricky informed his mom that they would be in the farm within some
minutes. Everybody was excited in the house, Betty and Lydia helped
preparing everything for the new family. Marian was excited too, she had
had some premonitions as she observed the stone, hanging from her neck, was
blinking with a green brilliance; she decided to remain at home thinking
she would see the new family members later on.

As the helicopter flew approaching to the farmhouse, Jeffrey heart started
to beat even stronger; those lands were not strange to him, he had seen
them before. His young face was reflecting what was into his mind, and
Ricky noticed it.

	"Are you sick, Jeffrey? Shall I provide you with a plastic bag?"
The French boy forced a smile.

	"No Ricky; I'm alright but... it seems this is not the first time I
have seen these lands." He then extended his arm and signalled a point in
the horizon. "Is there a little lake and a small white house with a large
balcony?" Jimmy and Ricky stared at each other shocked with the revelation;
this time they were amazed.

	"Yes. It is an artificial lake which provides water to the farm's
installations." Jimmy curious as a young child can be, said:

	"We have supposed this is your first time coming to California, how
could you know that?" Jeffrey didn't answer to the little boy as the
helicopter made a round flying over the horses' installations. A few
minutes later Jeffrey watched the small house approaching as they landed
near it. He face became white.  That was his girls' house! He could
describe the balcony and the room where he had made love so many times in
his dreams. How could that be possible? Jeffrey was so involved in his
thoughts that he did not realised the helicopter had landed and Jimmy was
telling him to get down. Many hugs and kisses came from everywhere
introducing them to the large family; all of them blond, except Ricky and
himself. He felt some shame for not being like the rest of his family;
however, he recalled that Grandpa and Ricky were as he was: black
haired. Ricky dragged him as he saw Lydia approaching with her arms
open. The woman kissed and hugged "her son", as she called him; then Ricky
said:

	"Jeffrey, let me introduce my second mother: Lydia." Jeffrey did
not know what to do. In France or Spain he would have kissed the woman,
even if she was a stranger, but here... He did not need to speculate as
Lydia hugged and kissed him as she had done to Jeffrey. Ricky then asked.

	"Mother Lydia, where is Marian, is she at home?"

	"Yes, she's there; but you know how she is behaving lately. She
will come later when everybody has settled down."

	"Ok mother; she has the right to have her private life. We'll see
her later and I'll introduce her to my cousin. The boys continued their
chat with the rest of the family. After some time, Jeffrey went to his room
to arrange his things. It was placed at the corner of the first floor of
the building, opposite to Ricky-Jimmy's room. However, he felt how
something impelled him to go out to he little house; though he did not want
to appear as he wanted to let down his cousins. He knew his parents were
very busy telling and receiving information from the rest of the family,
especially from Robert. Due to the many young children, dinner was a little
late, if compared with what they did in France, so he had some time free to
inspect by himself the farmhouses.

It was dusk and the sun had disappeared near half an hour
ago. Instinctively he went out and started slowly walking up to little
white small house. His heart started to beat strongly into his chest as he
approached to the well cared garden; a low whitewood fence separated from
the path leading to the open fields. In his mind was engraved that
garden. He walked to the back of the house; apparently it was empty, and
then sat down on a little marble bench. He sighed as reverently kissed the
fresh stone remembering the dream in which his girl and he made love on
that bench. Suddenly a lovely a soft voice came from behind him.

	"Either you like the stone or you loved the person who used to sit
down on it." He spun as he had recognized the voice and watched the girl of
his dreams in front of him. It seemed that she was also surprised, because
after a few seconds they launched into each other arms in a tender hug, as
they had done many times during their dreams. Both at the same time
exclaimed:

	"You are, you are!!!"

They disentangled as their lips sealed in a long kiss. Then she dragged him
to bench and again they started kissing; both were weeping with
delight. Jeffrey caressed her silky hair as Marian rubbed the boy back.
Jeffrey felt his dick getting hard as he placed his hand on one of her hard
little breasts.

	"I love you Marian. I have recognized the place, and now I find you
are the girl of my dreams."

	"The same has happened to me. Jeff told me that my boy would come
soon." As he looked surprised, she added: "I know your room is in the far
corner." Jeffrey could not but to hug his girls and kiss her again. His
dick was hard and she noticed it. "Jeffrey, unlike in our dreams, this is
neither the place nor the time. Waite for me in your room and lock the door
and windows, except the balcony facing the forest."  Jeffrey grinned
cunningly:

	"Are we going to meet as we did in our dreams?" She grinned slyly.

	"It will be even better than in our dreams." She changed the
subject and asked her boy. "Can you see anything on my neck?"

	"Yes, you have a beautiful stone hanging from it." Jeffrey took in
his palm the magic quartz stone and started feeling a rare sensation, so he
left it. "It is a strange stone but I would say it is not of a high value;
probably quartz, though it is well worked and shaped." The girl sighed as
she took the boy's hand in hers.

	"You are very lucky Jeffrey; you may believe it or not, but not
everybody can see it." Jeffrey seemed surprised with the girl's words.

	"Why? Am I lucky? It is just a stone, nothing else." Marian smirked
as she kissed a peck to her boy.

	"You will see it tonight, round eleven; it is not a common stone,
but something else." She again hugged Jeffrey and with an enigmatic smile
she started walking up to the house's back door. Jeffrey then kissed his
palm and blew the kiss to her.

	"I love you my beautiful girl!" She smiled with a sight and entered
into the house. Happily the boy abandoned the garden and walked up to the
farmhouse's main door. Someone had watched the last scene, though he could
not hear any word; he was Ricky. He cleaned his cheeks with the back of his
right hand and deeply sighed; the murmured for himself:

	"Why am I so unlucky? Again, another Jeffrey will take my girl out
from me."

CHAPTER 27
-----------------

After dinner Jeff showed the family everything he had, referring to Peter
and Olaf, even an old film taken when the twins celebrated their 11th
birthdates and some of later events. Two pictures showed them with their
respective girlfriends in England. Pierre could not stop some tears
watching his parents happily posing on the Tower Bridge of London, years
before he was born. Jeff then showed the picture where the family with his
grandmother appeared sat down in the same place where they were, he then
asked Lola:

	"Lola, since you are well introduced in the world of art, could you
get a good painter to make a large oil-painting from this old picture?
We'll place it here in the main hall."

	Yes, I know the man that you need. You must make a good copy of
this, and next time you go to Europe I'll introduce you to him. Probably he
will need to make you a few questions, especially regarding colours, since
the photo is in black and white."

	"That's wonderful; I'll try to remember how we were dressed. When
you are ready to come, I'll go with our jet to pick you up, and then I'll
meet that man and answer any question he might make." The adults were
engrossed in their conversation and Jeffrey arguing he was tired said
goodnights to everybody. Ricky watched his cousin walking up to his room,
as in his heart he knew the truth. Some minutes later he and Jimmy also
left to their room. As they entered, the rascal little boy said:

	"Ricky, you seem not happy with our cousin, why? He's a great boy
and much like you are. You should be contented..." Ricky stared at his
nephew with love and sighed. They closed the door and the older boy took
Jimmy and his arms and placed him on the bed, starting making ticklish to
him. After a couple of minutes Ricky stopped and said:

	"Jimmy, have you ever being in love?" The younger boy did not know
the answer; certainly he had never been in love, except with his uncle, to
whom he dearly loved.

	"I don't know what is to be in love like; I know I love you and am
very happy, especially when you make me feel so good or hugging and rubbing
my back or my scalp."

	"That's not love, but mostly sex. My problem is that I did not know
how to keep the object of my love, and now I miss it. It is a little
complicated and most likely you will understand it within a few years, when
you grow up a little more." By this moment they were naked and under the
covers, Jimmy had his head on Ricky chest and was slowly fondling his dick
and balls; suddenly he stopped and straddled Ricky.

	"You... you love Marian! Am I right uncle?" Ricky stared intensely
at the smart boy as he continued. "She is a real pretty girl, but you have
fucked her many times when you were little. I won't love a girl that
someone has fucked before I do."

	"Yes you are right in your first assertion, but not in the
second. It is true, I fucked her the last time when I was almost your age,
and we enjoyed it very much; but that was only sex as we do ourselves
together. In those moments I was not aware how much I loved her, until she
was in love with someone else.  It is like if you had a wonderful toy and
you believed were fed up of it and threw away, and later you missed it to
the point to ask your mom to buy it again for you. Then your mom goes to
purchase it and is not on sale; then you will miss it and think how stupid
you had been when you threw it away."

Jeffrey entered into his room and could not forget the scarce moments he
had spent with Marian. He asked himself: what had she meant when said he
was very lucky watching the stone hanging from her lovely neck?  It was
only a piece of quartz, yet well worked, as to the point that it seemed a
real diamond. Following her instructions he locked everything except the
large balcony facing to the forest. It was not very high from the land
floor, how would she enter? He thought. Thinking on her, instinctively he
started getting naked; he felt his dick was very hard confined into his
tight underwear. He got rid of it as his hard boy-tool popped out in all
its glory. Jeffrey put off al the lights as he neared to the balcony. The
full moonlight covered his adolescent body as an Apollo in the Mountain
Olympus. Michael Angelo would have given half of his fortune to sculpt his
figure. Suddenly he heard a light noise on his back and spun quickly to
cover his nakedness, but his mouth was agape watching the beautiful figure
in front of him. Marian had entered thru the wardrobe and her body was
covered by a light yellow gown. She dropped it on the floor, leaving only a
silky light night dress that showed all her wonderful features. The boy
could not stop and hugged her very tight as he got rid of her garment. With
some difficulty, Jeffrey took Marian in his arms and tenderly dropped her
on the bed. They did not say anything, but before she could realise the boy
entered her to the hilt as their mouths sealed in an eternal kiss.

Only a few minutes were necessary to wither their passion and reach the
high point of the natural orgasm.  This was the first time that the young
teenager had really fucked a girl, and it was wonderful!!! Still breathing
hard, he slid to his right side, but leaving his penis into her
premises. As they calmed down, both started to laugh as if hundred persons
had started making ticklish to them. He then caressed her face softly and
kissed her forehead.

	"It has been wonderful, Marian. Thank you for this beautiful
present that I will never forget, my little girl." She responded with a
gentle peck as she caressed the boy's smooth face.

	"It has only been the beginning, alike in our dreams, still we have
the night for us; however, before we go ahead, I need to tell you a few
things that for me and for our future are very important." Jeffrey watched
how the stone emitted a strong green brilliance; the colour of hope; his
favourite one.

	"Certainly your stone is a strange one; it seems it has an electric
lamp inside that sends different colours in different occasions. Why?"

	"I really don't know, Jeffrey. It is a very old object." In spite
of the conversation, the boy did not take his sight out from the lovely
girl that he had near him. He then caressed her face and descending to her
white chest, took into his mouth one of her hard nipples. She couldn't
resist the caresses and straddling the boy she scooted down pressing even
more her nipple against the sucking mouth. She guided the boy's tool into
her wet vagina and started grinding her body; the movement got Jeffrey near
mad. He left her nipple and dragged her to him as their mouth sealed in a
passionate kiss. She pushed her tongue pressing the boy's teeth; he had
never done it. Reluctantly he opened his mouth as Marian's tongue went in
exploring the wet cavity. That made the boy to change his mind and
beginning to enjoy the girl's tongue swirling inside his mouth. He was mad
and soon he pushed up his hips trying to get the maximum of his dick into
her vagina.  Marian pushed down at the same time as they became only one
body with two spirits. The wonderful moment arrived as they broke the kiss
and yelled as two wounded animals, though they tried to muffle as much as
possible, fearing someone could hear it. Fortunately the rooms were
soundproof and no one could hear them. Breathing hard the young couple
started recovering; Marian's head on the boy's right shoulder still impaled
on his hard cock. When they recovered, the boy started filling the girl's
face with little kisses that she received joyfully, returning them to the
boy. After a few minutes they disentangled laying their heads facing each
other. The boy caressed the girl soft brown hair as he said:

	"I think we were talking about the stone and..." That recalled her
moments with Jeff as a boy, and with Ricky when they were prepubescent
children. She wanted to tell him everything about her, nothing to hide, the
whole truth about her life. But how to explain him that Jeff had fucked her
when he was a boy just five weeks ago, being eighty two years-old now? No,
decidedly, she would keep it secret, though with the time she would explain
it. Then she thought the best way would be leaving the stone to provide the
information to him as it did to her.

	"Yes Jeffrey." She caressed the boy's smooth face with the back of
her hand; the boy retained the girl's hand when it was on his lips, and
kissed it softly.

	"I never thought this would be so good, in spite my dreams; reality
is much, much better." Marian grinned slyly.

	"Yes you are right... Now I want to tell you something, but I
prefer the stone does it. I'm sure you will be more convinced, my lovely
boy." Jeffrey smiled showing his white teeth.

	"I wonder how a stone can speak. We always say "you are as dead as
a stone", so..." The girls scooted down rubbing her whole body against
Jeffrey's genitals. She then gripped the boy's hand and wrapped the quartz
stone. The boy seemed a little bit disappointed since he thought she would
place it on her lovely tits. Before he could realise, she slurped the boy's
dick and started sucking it up and down. Jeffrey moaned in pleasure as he
strongly felt the need to close his eyes. As the pleasure overwhelmed him,
a lot of living images started coming into his mind. He saw how a man
kissed on the lips a quick peck to a young girl, probably of about ten or
eleven; he could perfectly watch that the girl and the man were weeping
while they hugged. In the background he saw a warship, most likely a
frigate or a destroyer, and many children boarding the boat; near all were
with tears in the eyes. Marian felt how Jeffrey cock started to get flaccid
into her wet mouth; she knew the stone was transmitting him images that he
had never expected to watch.

The boy was impressed with the images as he heard the advices from the man
to the young girl. A woman separated them as she said: "Lola Sierra? I'm
sorry but we must board the ship." The girl did not answer as the woman
grabbed her hand and led her into the ship. More images began entering into
his mind like in a quick movie. The girl waving her hand to the man as her
tears dribbled down her cheeks as she said: "Goodbye dad. I will always
love you." The man cleaned his eyes: "Goodbye my girl, I'll love you very
much."  Marian could watch a couple of tears rolling down on the smooth
boy's cheeks. She lapped them and Jeffrey did not move, but wrapped even
stronger his fist round the stone. The sad images continued coming into his
mind: he watched how a military officer shot his submachine gun against
five young defenceless men as he shouted something in German. The sequence
changed to some amusing moments, as he watched a blond boy and a girl
trying to make love in the mid of hay bales in a barn. Marian noticed how
Jeffrey's penis got hard again and she started to suck him again. As the
pleasure peaked, Jeffrey opened the eyes, raised his hips and spurted a
little load of semen into the girl's mouth. She then scooted up and sealed
her lips with the boy's. He freed the stone and the images stopped.

	"How was it, Jeffrey?" She asked tenderly as the boy cleaned his
cheeks.

	"It has been terrible!" He said. "I have watched what my grand
mother and my father never have seen." He paused. "I can't believe it; it
is too sad and too great...! I have watched how my grand..." Marian placed
her hand on the boy's mouth and stopped his words.

	"No Jeffrey!" Never tell anybody what you have seen, even to
me. They are part of yourself and will die with you. That's the problem of
this stone, you cannot share your secret with anyone; otherwise you could
become insane as nobody would be able to believe you. This shows the
greatness of Jeff's heart. Most likely he saw the same images as you have
done, but before they took place; therefore he had lived twice some of the
events and couldn't do anything to stop or prevent them." Jeffrey opened
wide his large black eyes in disbeliefs.

	"You mean he has carried this burden during his whole life?"

	"Exactly, since he was twelve y/o. Only three living persons know
it: Ricky, you and I, and nobody else should know what happened to him. He
had paid a high cost for holding this stone during seventy years, until he
transferred it to me, just a few days ago." The boy caressed the girl's
face and kissed her a peck on the lips. She then continued: "Fortunately
the stone chooses the person to whom to reveal its secrets. As far as I
know, it only discloses past events, except to Jeff. The Great Spirit chose
him many years ago." She then paused. "I must leave; you and I need to
rest. I have also known something regarding my own family and I must tell
it to my mother and amend a mistake; sorry I can't share it with you, at
least, until my mother decides what we shall do." Jeffrey retained her for
a moment.

	"I want to know everything about this family and especially about
you. I am ready to answer you about anything that you want to know about
me..." He grinned. "Though I suppose, we will have time during the rest of
our lives together to exchange confidences until we pass away."

	"You must be a good boy from now on; still we have many things to
talk about. First I must teach you how to ride a horse, you cannot be named
"Larsen" and don't know anything about horses."

	"Don't forget I am also named "Sierra", according to the Spanish
Law..."

	"That even forces you more to learn about horse riding. We'll wait
until your parents return to France; then we'll start. I'm sure you will
love this country as my mother and I do. California is great and need
persons like you and Ricky." She then stood, took her gown and dressed, as
a wide smile filled her pretty face. "I'll see you tomorrow, my boy."
Before he could react, Marian went thru the wardrobe and disappeared in the
darkness of the corridor.

Jeffrey was stark naked and did not like to shower; he wanted to keep her
perfume on his body. He lay on his back staring at the moonlight that
covered the large pines as a milk layer. To his mind came all the images he
had watched thru the magic stone. He reeled back; the girl was his
grandmother and the boy in the barn was his father. He had told him about
this first sexual experience when he was five and lived in England. But
what had impacted more to him was the moment when his grandfather was
assassinated by that SS officer. He had seen the stone quarry where the
group of men had been shot; it was not far from the place where they are
buried. He wished he could speak with his father regarding this point, but
he knew this would be a bad idea; as Marian had said: "nobody would believe
you", even worst, someone could thinks he was insane. He thought this would
be his great secret for the rest of his life.

Marian entered in their bedroom and met his mother that was undressing; she
stared at her daughter inquisitively, she never asked her where she had
been; that's was part of the freedom they shared.

	"It is lovely outside mom. It seems the angels have poured milk
over the trees..." Her mother interrupted her with a sly green.

	"Yes, and you have drank a lot of it." They laughed loudly with the
sentence's double meaning.

	"Maybe." Marian said. They cuddled as usual and Marian said: "Mom,
are you busy tomorrow morning?"

	No. I have things to do but they can wait. Why?" The girl kept
silence thinking on how to tell her about Joe being her grandfather and the
curse that lay on him. Bravely she explained what Jeff had explained
her. Lydia did not say anything for a couple of minutes, and then Marian
continued. "In any case he's the only close real family that we have
here... I think he deserves our love and we release him from the
punishment; it has been enough." Lydia pressed softly her daughter's body
to her.

	"I have guessed it since you were a little. Whenever he met me his
first words were to ask about you. He always hugged me tenderly being
always careful not to get me to think he had some other intentions. Why he
didn't tell me that before? He was just a boy! We could have formed a
family...!

	"Still isn't too late, mom. I think Jeff would be very happy if we
clarify these misunderstandings; Joe is his blood brother and your
grandpa."

	"Yes, you are right, my daughter. I'll tell Robert we'll stay a
couple of days out." The following morning they drove to the former tribe
place; there they parked her vehicle in front of a modern small house.  It
was a lovely place facing the small river surrounded by tall pine
trees. The house front door was closed, though it had a little window that
was open. Lydia pushed the bell button and a clear man voice responded.

	"Who is it? Lydia thought for a moment and answered in Indian
language:

	"It is us, grandpa; your grandchildren." Joe heard the woman's
voice as a strange current went thru his body paralysing his legs; he was
measuring an old bone that fell on the floor. He left it and went to the
door; as he opened it Lydia stared at him and could observe how two tears
were rolling down his wrinkled cheeks. He extended open his strong arms and
Lydia and Marian went into them. In silence they hugged tenderly kissing
the woman and the girl on their head. He placed his arms round each hip and
dragged them to the living room, sitting on a large leather couch. After a
couple minutes, Joe said:

	"Thanks daughters for coming to see this old trunk." They cuddled
in his arms as he started caressing the girl and woman, explaining what
they already knew. "Too late I found that I deeply loved your grandmother,
so it was not hard to accept her curse on me. Jeff and I spent many years
together during our studies and war; we never talked about this subject,
except when he returned from his trip to the realm of the spirits. He
suggested me to fetch your grandma, but she was married and could not
interfere in her life; our laws banned me."

	"But Grandpa, you were only a boy! Why at least you didn't tell
me." Lydia said. Joe sadly stared to Marian and watched how the magic
quartz stone was blinking. He added: "The Spirit living in connexion with
that stone prohibited me; you should break the curse. I assumed your mother
had told you..." Lydia interrupted the old man words.

	"No grandpa. I am sure she did not know anything; the secret was
well guarded by grandma in her heart. Most likely she had the plan to tell
me, but she passed away after a quick sickness and the secret died with
her." Marian then said:

	"Grandpa, let forget what we could or could not do. Now we are
together and no one will separate us." For the first time Joe smiled as he
hugged the young girl.

	"You are right, my little shaman." He then changed the subject:
"Are you hungry? I hunted two fat rabbits and must be delicious. We'll have
time to talk over everything. I have plenty rooms here, so you can spend
here as much time as you want." With those words he put an end to the
curse, and they started a new life together.

********************

After two short intense days stay, Jeffry's parents left for Paris. It was
not the time to prepare plans for the future, but he felt their lives would
change and Marian had a lot to do with it. On Tuesday he started learning
how to ride horses under Ricky and Marian supervision. Soon he was able to
go trotting on a tame horse, however his haunches pained at the end of the
day, but he was a disciplined boy and was determined to learn to ride
horses as he had learned to ride a girls.

He noticed how Ricky was infatuated with little Jimmy and thought this was
good for him, since he knew his cousin also loved Marian. Of course, Jimmy
was a beautiful little cherub. He never had any relationship with other
boys out of the normal jerk off rings with his school mates, but Jimmy was
a beautiful boy and seemed had some experience on sex; he thought that for
a try; though this probably would upset Ricky, therefore if he did it would
be seeking Ricky's approval.

No one knew he was already well known in Paris' as a young musician, even
he had performed as a guitar solo with the European Juvenile Orchestra in a
concert deemed to collect money for African poor children.  He had a great
success and many professional people thought he would have a good future in
this field; since he was only eleven when he played. Now he had improved,
but he wanted to end his studies before deciding what he would do in the
future. His parents would be glad he started as a medicine surgeon, as his
father was; however, he was sure they would not push him in a way or
another. He had not told anyone about his thoughts, even to Marian or his
parents; deeply in his heart, he wanted to be a good guitar player, as his
Spanish idols were. However, he also could not take out of his young mind
to become a good MD as his father was; especially from those moments he
watched the tears of a mother and grand mother thanking his father for
healing their little girl; that was something he could not forget. He
thought it would be a good idea to talk to Marian; he loved her so... so
deeply.

For Jeffry's happiness, some days later he was ready to ride horses;
nevertheless, he knew he was not as Ricky or Marian. To celebrate his
success, Ricky suggested spending a day in a ride to the lake. Immediately
Jimmy applauded the idea and asked whether he could accompany them.

	"I'll ask grandpa for my pony, I'm sure he will say yes." Jimmy had
conquered Jeffry's heart and the boy seemed to feel the same about the
French boy. Jeffry riffled the boy's near white blond hair, as he said:

	"I don't have any objection Jim, but you need your mom approval."
Ricky stared to the little boy with tender love and sighed.

	"I don't mind, too, Jimmy; but Jeffry is right, your mom had a lot
to say, and you know she does not like you accompanying us."

	"Why not? She has my other brothers with her, and my father is not
here..."

	Ok Jimmy. I'll talk to you mom this afternoon," Ricky said. The
little boy stared at his uncle and lover with a sly smile; he was sure he
would go to the lake. On Monday early morning the three boys and the girl
started the riding trip to the lake, also the dog was with them. No one
looked as happy as Jimmy; he had been there two years ago, but he always
was under the watch of the adults and could not do what he most liked: to
stay naked. He did not wait to arrive to the lake, after a few miles
riding, he started getting in the nude; Ricky watched him with an inquiring
stare.

	"I feel hot all over, even my dick is hot." The boys and the girl
laughed loudly as he added: "Besides, there is not any person here, except
us, the snakes and bears." He placed his clothes in the saddle's bag and
hurried up his pony. Jeffry watched the little boy's dick that immediately
got erected; he really envied him. Marian was giggling because she knew the
elder boys wanted to do the same, only her presence prevented them to get
naked, too. However, she loved those bodies that had no secret for her; so
with a cunning smile said:

	"I think both of you are envying Jimmy..." Jeffry grinned and
before she could realise, he was naked as his five inches dick started to
grow hard. Ricky followed his cousin and the four laughed; however, Marian
remained dressed but she subtly peeked on her boy's dick as she
sighed. Jimmy was very happy and proud because he had initiated that
adventure and the older boys followed him; though he did not expect the
consequences that followed.

Immediately he developed a hard-on being watched by the others. He would
have preferred that his penis remained soft and enjoying the ride, but
seemed his dick had a private life. Every moment that the horse moved, his
tender haunches were pulled back-forward on the saddle, dragging his whole
package and the foreskin up-down. After sometime, he felt an increasing
tingly sensation thru his body, starting from his balls.  The little boy
closed his eyes as the pleasure flooded him. After a few minutes he knew he
could not stop that lovely sensation. Marian was the first to notice
Jimmy's silence as she was riding near him, then she called the boys'
attention and both grinned. Jeffry thought to tell him something but Marian
motioned not to disturb Jimmy's approaching climax. After a few minutes
they noticed how Jimmy's face contorted and his legs got rigid; he stopped
breathing as his young dick jerked and his whole body convulsed. He bent
over the horse neck as he moaned loudly. He woke up hearing Ricky's words.

	"Was it good, Jimmy? Ricky said smiling and rubbing the boy's blond
hair. He seemed to come back from a sweet dream. He grinned and sighed.

	"Yes, it has been fantastic." He bent again on the horse's neck and
kissed the animal. "Thanks little Jake, you are great. I think I'll give
you an extra feed tonight as a present." Boys and girl laughed loudly.

They joked gleefully for the automatic masturbation caused by the horse
movements, as they arrived to the lake. As usual it was a lonely place that
invited to swim and enjoy the life provided by Mother Nature. As children
that they were, they ran thru the forest and climbing to the
trees. Suddenly Ricky ran to the water edge and jumped into it, starting to
swim to the other side of the lake, demonstrating his new recovered
strength. Jeffry followed him as Jimmy was transfixed watching the French
boy's long dick as it dangled when the boy ran. Marian was also watching
her boy though she was not naked, but had her bikini on and could see how
the little boy instinctively rubbed his hard cock. She then wrapped her
arms round the young boy from behind as she whispered:

	"He is wonderful Jimmy, and I'm mad about him.

	"Yes, you are right; he has conquered all our hearts. Mom says she
never expected he would be so handsome and intelligent. Grandpa also is mad
about him." Instinctively the little boy started stroking his hard cock; he
felt the need to suck that uncut cock. He had never sucked anyone, though
Ricky had done him many times, but he rejected the idea of paying him
back. Then he said: "He has a lovely dick." Marian chuckled.

	"Yes, he has..." She paused as they sat at the water edge dipping
their feet in the water as Marian took off her bikini, so both were stark
naked; Jimmy could not take off his eyes from the girls' tits. "Do you know
some thing, Jimmy? he is a great musician, especially playing the guitar;
he did not say anything to me, but his mom told it to my mother. When he
was eleven performed with the Juvenile European Orchestra as a concert boy
in Paris, and received much applause. That's probably coming from his mom
who is Spanish." Jimmy was astonished with Marian explanation, though his
sight was on the beautiful girl's body, especially her breasts.

	"Is it possible? I have started attending to guitar classes in San
Francisco. I'll ask him to teach me; I'm very keen on it, but I haven't
brought my guitar with me. Do you think he could help me?"

	"I'm sure he will, but please, don't tell him I told you all about;
if he has not disclosed this, maybe he doesn't like everybody knows about
it." With the conversation Jimmy had forgotten his sexual needs and now his
mind was on the guitar. "By the way, I think grandpa has an old guitar kept
safely in his room; he doesn't want anyone to touch it, but Jeffry may
convince him."

	"I'll see to that tonight when we return." They stopped chatting as
the elder boys shouted from the middle of the lake, inviting them to
swim. The girl signalled she did not want and Jimmy either, so Ricky and
Jeffry continued their swimming with powerful strokes; of course, Ricky did
as if he made no effort at all.

CHAPTER 28
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They were now lying on the towels on the soft grass; after a few minutes in
silence Marian observed how Jimmy could not take his eyes from her breasts,
she then chuckled thinking about what was in the boy's young mind; his near
four inches penis was very hard though he tried to conceal his
erection. Marian thought on helping him while the older boys were swimming.

	"Jim, I think your little brother is asking for some help." The boy
deeply blushed since he had been discovered.

	"Well... yes..." His blue eyes sparked with lust. "Your have a very
nice tits, Marian; I have never seen anything so beautiful." He sighed
bending his blond head. Marian then took the boy's hand and placed it on
her left hard nipple.

	"Please be tender, they are delicate and very sensible." The boy
reacted with a sigh as he felt under his palm the soft velvety skin. He
thought the nice feeling would come back as in the horse as he was rubbing
his dick with his other hand; then Marian kissed the little boy on his
forehead. "Do you like it?" Jimmy stared at her and found love and
tenderness in his eyes. The boy's touches were doing some effects on the
girl as she felt the humidity in her privates. She caressed tenderly the
ten-years-old boy's face.

	"Marian... it is so lovely... I, I, think the nice feeling is
coming to my dick." The boy said stammering.

	"In that case, let's enjoy being more comfortable. They stood and
Marian took her large towel and laid it under the shadow of a pine tree on
the soft layer of pine leaves. She dragged Jimmy near her as she caressed
his soft face with the back of her hand. The little boy could not believe
in his lack; he was lying near a hot girl with her lovers far away on the
other side of the lake.

	"Wouldn't Jeffry say anything? She kissed the little boy a peck as
she grinned."

	"He wouldn't. Besides he is not my husband... yet. Probably in the
future I won't be able to do anything like this, whenever he does the
same. You well know I'm an Indian and this is part of what they were able
to do without prejudice." The boy smiled and sighed. "Do you know you are a
beautiful boy, Jimmy? I'm sure soon the girls will cue to get your
favours. The boy grinned with her compliments.

	"Are you confident on that, Marian? Currently they don't care much
about me in the school, except a few stares at me. I like one of them, a
lovely black haired girl; she has beautiful white skin and curly long hair
to her shoulders when she carries it loose; her name's Brenda." Marian
caressed Jimmy's lank hair kissing a peck on the lips.

	"Now let's start our lessons, I think your little brother is
impatient." Jim looked at his dick that was jerking with every heart beat,
his pink head poking thru the foreskin.

	"Yes, certainly he is very impatient." Both laughed and the boy
extended his little hand and started kneading softly Marian's left breast;
she squirmed with the touch. Then she dragged the boy on top of her as she
laid her back on the towel, their faces one inch separated; she felt the
boy's hard tool pushing against her navel. Marian then said:

	"Now I'm going to teach you how to kiss a girl." She gripped the
boy's head to her and their lips glued as Marian darted her tongue into the
little boy's mouth. He resisted the invader, but after some seconds he
opened his teeth as a new unknown sensation ripped thru the boy's young
body that started breathing hard thru his nose. Marian felt how the little
boy instinctively began to thrust his pelvis and pushing his penis against
her navel; she knew the little boy would reach his climax very soon. Some
minutes later Jimmy's body tensed, he left the kiss and groaned loudly as a
spasm went thru his whole body. Marian noticed the boy's tool pushing
against her navel very hard; then he collapsed on her chest breathing
heavily.  Marian caressed Jimmy tenderly as if he were her son; suddenly
the stone shone with great intensity, and she wrapped it before Jim could
see it. She smiled satisfied with the news she received. In seconds, the
stone brilliance died down until getting what it was: a quartz stone. Jimmy
raised his blond head and kissed a peck on Marian chest.

	"Thanks Marian, it has been marvellous; I will never forget this
moment." The girl again ruffled the boy's hair.

	"We haven't finished yet; we have plenty time to have some fun, if
you want it, of course." The boy raised his body until he was sat down on
Marian's tummy; he extended his little hand and with care touched her
nipples. Marian squirmed at the touch and could see the little boy's dick
was getting hard again. She grinned pointing out to it.

	"My little brother again wants some fun." Marian then said smiling:

	"Now you are going to get rid of your cherry." The boy did not know
what she meant and questioned her with a perplexed stare.

	"What cherry? I don't have any, so I wonder how I can get rid of
something that I don't have."  Marian laughed before the boy's
innocence. Staring into the boy's beautiful blue eyes, she said:

	"Do you know the meaning of the word intercourse?"

	"I am afraid that I don't. It is the first time I hear it.

	"And what about fuck?" The boy grinned slyly.

	"Yes, it is when a man put his thing into woman privates to make a
baby."

	"Exactly! Well, the first time a male make that it said he loses
his cherry; probably it refers to the dick's head." Saying this, Jimmy
dragged down his dick's foreskin, appearing the beautiful pink head. "This
is your cherry." The little boy gasped at the girl's touch, and giggled.

	"Does this apply to the girls? They don't have cherry."

	"You are right; but we have something inside, like a seal, that the
first time must be torn by the boy's dick; then it said the girl loses her
virginity." Jimmy understood as Marian stared at the other side of the
lake, the older boys had just jumped to return. She then dragged Jimmy's
hand. "Now you have to lie on my tummy and start sucking my teats, I'll
help you in your fucking." The boy openly grinned and his dick jerked in
anticipation. He then quickly straddled Marian and laid his chest on her
tummy; immediately took one her nipples into his wet mouth. A wave of lust
started in both as Marian guided the boy's penis into her vagina.  Jimmy
squirmed as he felt his dick totally embedded into her warm slippery
vagina. He was excited as he said:

	"It fills great, Marian!" Instinctively the boy started fucking the
girl as a rabbit while Marian caressed his blond hair; after a few minutes
both were approaching their climaxes. Marian wanted the boy could never
forget his first time, so when she noted the imminent orgasms were
approaching, she patted the boy's butt.

	"Please Jimmy, stop for a moment!" He did and stared confused to
the girl." Steal breathing hard he asked.

	"Why, Marian? The nice feeling was just there, and..." The
experienced girl grinned and kissed the little boy's forehead.

	"I know it, that's why I stopped you. Now the feeling will be more
than double when it comes. You must learn this technique when you fuck some
other girl." The little boy smirked and kissed the girl on the lips; some
time later he started again thrusting his penis into Marian's pussy. After
a few minutes Jimmy and Marian were moaning in pleasure as the boy closed
his eyes. In his mind he was scaling a lovely rainbow, and colours came
even more intensive as he reached the top. All the sudden, the rainbow
exploded in a myriad of colours and stars spreading round him. His little
body wriggle, tensed and stopped breathing for a few seconds as the most
wonderful feeling he had ever experienced crawled thru his young body; he
yelled loudly.

Marian noted the boy was reaching his extraordinary orgasm and had dragged
her to lovely extasies; she pushed the boy little butt to her groins trying
to get the maximum penetration of his four inches thin dick. Still panting
she came back to reality and patted the boy's butt, but he was deeply
asleep; so she closed her black eyes and accompanied the boy in his joyful
slumbering. Some time later the older boys arrived near exhausted of their
long swim and found the tender scene: Jimmy still on top of Marian that was
hugging him.  Jeffry instead of feeling jealousy or upset, he kissed both,
laid his back near them and drifted to sleep, too.  Ricky imitated his
cousin, though with some envy.

After an hour of siesta, Marian and Jimmy woke up and found the boys near
them; in this instance she kissed both as Jimmy started making ticklish to
the older boys. They reciprocated, and in a few minutes they were running
and splashing water one another. After a good lunch they decided to come
back home, all of them in the nude, except Marian that wore her panties;
not far from the house they got dressed.

During the riding back home, Jeffry had thought about taking a decision
regarding his future; from time to time he stared to the near-naked girl
riding at his side. "She is so beautiful and adorable!" He thought for
himself. That night he was just getting ready to go under the bed covers,
when the secret door opened and Marian appeared in all her glory. It was a
surprise, because after the hard day riding the horses, all seemed were
tired. Jeffry dropped his gown and dragged her to the bed with visible
lust, since his boyhood started to get hard as soon as he saw her.

	"Thanks for coming, because I have something that might concern
you." She guessed what he was going to ask her, but she was not sure.

	"We have all night until tomorrow's dawn. My mother has gone to the
village to spend the night in our apartment with somebody; so we are not
hurry." Their mouths sealed and after making out tender love they lay on
their sides facing each other. Marian liked those bliss moments as she
caressed her boy's black curly hair. "What is that bout me?" Jeffry touched
her face cheeks joyful with the back of his long fingers.

	"Marian, today has been a long and delightful day that I'll never
forget. You are very important for me. I have arrived to the conclusion
that we must be together for the rest of our lives. With you, I will be
able to reach anything; without you I am nothing..." She kissed a peck to
her young lover.

	"I know what you mean because I am in the same dilemma, but I am
forced to be here, therefore if you leave I don't know what I shall do. My
plans were to end my secondary schooling and then go to the University: I
want to be a good paediatrician to care children. I have not any problem
with the money since Grandpa has provided a fund as a scholarship for me,
but constrained to US; so it would discarded, let us say, in France. Now
you have changed all my projects." Jeffry again kissed gently the girl as
they snuggled together.

	"You have a clear idea about what you want to be, but that isn't my
case. I would like to follow my father's steps, but sometimes is the music
which attracts me; as you can see they are too different subjects.  On the
other hand, to be a good surgeon in neurology is a great thing but also is
great to hear the applauses after finishing a concert..." Marian pressed
her lover's hand.

	"I'm sure you have enough capacity to be good in every subject you
choose. Why don't you take both? I am sure you can be a good MD and also a
good musician; in fact you already are..."

	I think you are right; however I must decide which will be the
first. In this instance I have not any doubt. I'll follow my father's
steps. My father says there is nothing to be compared with the satisfaction
that you receive when you have a successful operation on a child. Just some
days before we came, he watched the reverse side of the coin: a boy of five
passed away after being operated from an "Astrocitoma". It is a type of
brain cancer. It had been detected only four months before, but they could
do nothing to heal the little boy; fortunately the child did not suffer at
all."

	"That's a sad story; I can't imagine the boy's parents and his
family."

	"I knew them; they were terribly affected, since, apparently, the
boy was a healthy one, just till five months before, when he started
suffering light persistent headaches. The hospital explorations determined
he had an eight centimetres frontal tumour. They relieved the headache, but
three months later the aggressiveness of the tumour ended with the boy's
life. I asked my parents permission to go to the funeral; I shouldn't have
gone. The mother recognized us and she hugged me and my father, pouring a
river of tears on us.

	"Certainly you did something that you will never find in US; in
spite we always are saying we love children." Marian changed the subject
trying to make her boy to forget those sad moments. "By the way, do you
know Grandpa has an old guitar? He inherited it from his mother many years
ago; he never played it though he can play the piano very well."

	"I didn't know it, he has not told me anything." Abruptly she took
the boy's hand and dragged him to the secret door. "Come on, I'll show
you!" She wore the silky night dress and Jeffrey the white gown; she took
his hand and descended to the secret tunnel. In the middle of the
passageway they found some steps that led to Grandpa's room; fortunately he
was away and she knew it. She focussed the flashlight to a corner and
showed the object hanging from the wall duly wrapped to keep it from
dust. He did not dare to touch it, but his curiosity was stronger than his
reluctance. He unfolded the guitar, and with respect touched the cords.

	"It is like a new one; it looks as it had been restored because
nothing is missing; it shines like a diamond. I would like to check it at
the daylight. It is a very old instrument. My fingers eagerly want to play
it."  Marian stopped him by holding the guitar, placing it where it was
before.

	"We better return; Jeff loves you and would be disappointed if you
did it." Jeffry sighed as they returned to their bedroom. They were woken
up by the sound of the helicopter landing in the garden. "It seems Jeff has
returned." Marian said. "I must go." She kissed her boy and left. As she
had guessed, Jeff had returned and was having breakfast; she was surprised
watching her boy sat down near him eating in silence.

	"You look happy, Jeffry." Jeff said staring to the boy and the girl
with a sly grin. He knew very well the cause of their happiness. He cleaned
his lips with the white serviette and said:

	"Jeffry, I have something for you to make."

	"I'll do anything that you want, Grandpa, whenever I can do it."

	"Yes, you can. I am sure Marian will gladly help you." As the boys
did not ask anything, he continued. "I'm thinking to make something special
to welcome your parents, yet we don't have much time left."

	"What do you have in mind, Grandpa?"

	"We'll have a family concert; only for us and performed by us. We
have the instruments, the performers, and the choir." The boy and girl were
to argue, but he stopped them. Your mom will organize it, helped by Marian,
choosing the program and providing the related scores. Ricky has a
beautiful voice, he can perform the solos. Jimmy, Francis and the rest of
the children will form the rest of the choir. You will play the classic
guitar and I'll play the piano. If we put our hearts on, it will be an
unforgettable evening." Jeffry could not be happier as he hugged his
Grandpa.

	"There is a little problem; we must harry up buying a guitar and
start the rehearsals; fortunately it is only for us..." Jeff guessed that
his brother's grandson had seen the guitar; but he did as he did not know
it.

	"Now, please come with me, Jeffry. Marian, you must start now
talking to my granddaughters and the children. Tell Christie what we have
agreed; she's a genuine organizer; as my Abuela was. Marian remained in the
hall as the rest of the family started coming for breakfast. She was amazed
about the results; everybody wanted to help and participate, even Robert;
though unfortunately he was a negation on music.

The old man and Jeffry entered in his room, he them took the guitar and
took off its fold. Jeffry had seen it the night before, but then he could
not appreciate the instrument. He reverently examined it before starting to
play, staring into the box as he watched the yellow label stick on the
bottom, it read: "Manuel Lopez; Seville 1905" The boy opened wide his large
eyes in amazement, as he said:

	"Grandpa, she is a Manuela!!!" As Jeff grinned the boy added: "In
guitar, this is as Stradivarius in violins; only a few persons have one
like this. Paco de Lucia played one in Granada. My father explained me
about the man who made them in Seville." He then hugged his grandpa as he
said: "Sit down Grandpa; I'll play only for you." The boy sat down on a
chair and started playing "Anonymous", the same music that he did in his
home in Paris. As the windows were open, the music spread over the large
house, and even the children stopped playing. When he finished, he felt
Jimmy arms round his neck; he knew the boy was very keen about guitar and
was already studying it in his school. Later on, he knew who would inherit
that wonderful instrument.

The rehearsals started the following morning; as Jeff was engrossed in his
scores, he heard someone knocking on the door. Jimmy opened and found his
cousin Terry; she was holding in her hands a box containing a small
violin. She blushed as she was the subject of all's stares. She bashfully
murmured:

	"Grandpa, may I help, too?" Jeff immediately rose from his seat and
placed his arm round the eleven-years-old girl; she still was red. Jeff
knew that Terry was a real promise with the violin; she was considered a
child prodigy in Baltimore. He grinned and kissed the girl blond curly hair
reassuring her.

	"You are very welcome, Terry. We know how great you are with the
violin, however, this is volunteer participation; I wondered if you liked
it or not." Jimmy liked his cousin, though she was near a year older than
he was, then he kissed her a peck on her white cheek as she blushed
again. The old man then added: Terry, we have many scores over there;
please choose the one that you like best; if there is nothing we'll buy the
one that you may need.

	"I don't need to search; I have brought with me "The night concert"
from Mozart..." As soon as the girl took the violin on her hands, all her
shyness disappeared, and Jeff and her cousins and applauded warmly her
performance.

	"These are the best applauses I ever received, because I love you
all."

The rehearsals continued during the month of July, and no one told Jeffry
parents what was waiting for them, until they were sat down in the large
hall as special guests. Except the little ones that were already in bed,
all the children were sat on the thick carpet expecting the artists to
start their performances. It was fantastic to watch so many young blond
heads. That was the comments amongst the adults, though there were also
black haired, but not children, as Marian, her mother Lydia, Lola, Joe and
Jeffrey. The concert was a total success and all the children enjoyed
it. The applauses were for all, but Terry got the love from all her
cousins; however her little shy heart beat stronger when her cousin Ricky
kissed her cheeks as their eyes met; she felt in the seventh cloud when the
boy said: "Will you teach me how to play the violin, Terry?"


EPILOGUE

Five years have elapsed from the above happy moments. Marian had gone to
Europe accompanying Jeffrey and she remained a few years in the same school
than the boy, until she ended her secondary school with excellent
qualifications. She made good friends within the boarders that still she
keeps. As they had promised, Jeffrey and Marian returned to US and married,
just before both entered into College in the University of Berkeley to
study Medicine.

Ricky had made his dreams to come true; in the Olympic Games of 2004 he
formed part of the US Team. In those moments before jumping into the
swimming pool, due to the time difference from Europe, Marian and Jeffrey
had just finish making love and were naked sat against the bed headboard
watching the crucial moment for Ricky. At the gun-shot, all swimmers jumped
into water; after a few minutes they could see Ricky would get the gold
medal as he did, followed by a Danish boy and his British cousin Olaf, who
got bronze in representation of Great Britain. Jeffrey with tears in his
eyes shouted:

	"Great for Ricky and Olaf!!! I knew he would succeed." In spite of
the time, a great yell was heard in the house; everybody was watching the
event. Not far from their room, Jeff that now was 88 years old wiped the
tears dribbling down his old face. Some minutes later, everybody watched
with emotion how the three winners walked to the podium for the medal
delivery, they heard once more USA national anthem as the flag with stars
and stripes was being raised to the top of the mast. Once the medals were
hanging from the winner's neck, the TV camera approached focusing Ricky,
and the newsman asked:

	"Mr. Larsen, you did a good swim with a clear difference with you
competitors, do you want to say anything?"

	"Yes. They are very good, too." He then took the medal in his hand
as the camera framed him and he continued: "I owe this medal to you Jeff;
surely you, the rest of the family and Terry, are watching these
images. Thanks once more for saving my life." The reporter behind the
camera asked:

	"Is this Jeff your doctor?" We have known that you had been
seriously ill five years ago."

	"No. He is more than that. He is the greatest Grandpa of the World
and the holder of the Magic Quartz Stone." The man wanted to make more
questions regarding the latter, but Ricky kindly argued that his colleagues
had the right for their time to speak.

Needless to say that the house was a feast, even more when Ricky got
another collective medal swimming in reliefs. Some days later, when he came
back home, received congratulations from all persons in the large house,
especially from his Grandpa, mother, and nephews; his father had been in
Europe with him. In a corner he found Terry, his sixteen-years-old
niece. She took his hand and dragged him to a concealed place that they
knew very well and kissed with love.

Jeff passed away two years later on July 1st, strangely in the same day
than Joe "Light Hawk", his blood brother. In each other's Will had been
stated they wanted to be incinerated Indian style together in a place near
the "Bull Head" rock; and their hashes spread over the forests from the
helicopter. Many people arrived to the ceremony, especially Indians and
Mexicans. It took place on July 4th, and when the flames held the bodies, a
blue one raised to the clear sky disappearing within the Universe. Marian
that was watching the burning pyre, hand in hand with her husband Jeffrey,
said:

	"There will never be a new Magic Quartz Stone. The Spirit is gone
with them.

THE END.