Date: Sat, 19 Nov 2005 14:06:23 -0700
From: Joseph Farrin <bigblaise@hotmail.com>
Subject: ULTIMATE DECEPTION

1 -- THE SAN FRANCISCO BAY AREA

It was mid-summer, not the right time of year to visit Italy, too hot, so
people who had been there in the summer kept telling me.  At the same time
my dad kept saying, "Just go C J, just go, you've always wanted to and it
might be your last chance for a long time."

My dad practically raised me, as my mother died the same year I had passed
into my teens.  He is the kindest, gentlest, most understanding and most
generous man I've ever known.  Never a day passes that I fail to realize
how lucky I am to have him as my father.  He is also witty, a little
eccentric and can also be cynical once in a while, all of which I like
because it denotes to me that he is honest.

One day, in a moment of bravery, I told him I was gay.  It didn't change a
thing.  All he said was, "Are you comfortable being that way?"  I responded
that I was and he said, "Then so am I."  It made me wonder why I'd waited
and agonized so long before telling him because, beyond all else, he's my
best friend.  I should have known.  We are also business partners. I
started working for him the day after I graduated from Stanford.

Dad was right about my taking off; our firm is the California Properties.
We find properties for people looking for sites with very specific
requirements.  We manage properties and we also list and sell properties.
We have clients in San Francisco, San Jose and all the way in between.  The
area is very cosmopolitan, populated with as many Asians and Europeans as
Americans.  It is also an area of many wealthy people; consequently, in the
summer, numerous clients go abroad and business slows a little.  So my dad
is right, Summer is the best time for me to go.

His insistence on my going was just another manifestation of his generosity
and understanding. He has cancer; his Oncologist has told him told him he
has a year, maximum.  He chose a couple of Martinis every evening before
dinner over chemotherapy and agreed to take pain pills if things became
unbearable.

2 -- ITALY

The deception began in Italy, but I was not to recognize it until much
later.  In fact, I didn't realize it until it actually happened.  Then it
was to late to avoid it.  Then I didn't want to avoid it.

My first night at the Hotel Roma, I met another Californian at the bar, a
man of approximately my age -- he turned out to be 23 and I was 22.  I
noticed him right away and purposely chose a seat next to him at the bar.
He was tall, slender, had brown hair and blue eyes so large that he might
have been a boy in a Disney, animated film.  It was his face, though, that
intrigued me the most.
  It was masculine; he had high cheekbones and was extremely handsome -
almost too perfect for a man's face.  We introduced ourselves and I told
him my name was Charles Jefferies, everyone just called me C J.  He about
fell off his bar stool.

"What a coincidence!  My sister and I both have our mother's maiden name;
she came from an old family in Pennsylvania by the name of Carol.  My
sister's name is Carol Jean and mine is John Carol.  Our last name is
Lewis.  So, I'm J C and she's C J.  For a while kids called her Candy Jar
but it was eventually shortened to Candy."

He was so taken with his little sister and talked of her so much I was
further put off track as to how he was ultimately to trick me.

He invited me to dinner with him and we talked, first, about California,
where we lived, where we'd been -- the cities, the mountains, the forests,
the deserts, the agricultural valleys, the beaches, the rocky coastal
areas, the Pacific Ocean and the beautiful sunsets that occurred as the sun
dipped into the sea.  You'd have thought we were homesick our first day
away from home.  Within half an hour I felt like I'd known him all my life
and he was my best friend, or the brother I'd never had.

John is an architect and had grown up in Pasadena but recently moved to a
place called Enclave a little east of California Highway 1 between Moro Bay
and Cambria, and not too far from the Hearst Castle.  He had inherited
property there and had created a village of one, long, winding street
bordered on each side by Mediterranean style homes (actually row houses
connected to each other) hiding behind high stucco walls along the street.
Each house was entered through a courtyard and the backs opened into
another walled patio. Parking was outside the village in a courtyard
surrounding the owner carports.

You had to enter the village afoot.  Only golf cars were allowed inside the
walls, as the streets were so narrow.  There were also some shops and
restaurants but a motel, supermarket, gas station, post office and other
commercial buildings were a half mile away, in the center of what would
roughly be a circle of five villages, called Village 1, 2 3, etc.  I
couldn't totally envision it but John said 75 percent had already been sold
and he'd show me a sales brochure tomorrow.

(He did show me the brochure at breakfast.)  The photos had been taken in
the early spring and the hills were as green as Ireland, dotted with Oak
trees and a few cow grazing here and there.  The pamphlet had floor plans
of the houses.  There were only two -- a 3-bedroom plan and a 2-bedroom
plan.  John's was a 2 bedroom. You entered into a T shaped, living-dining
room in the middle running through the house to the back patio.  At the
back was a kitchen and on the front a library with a bedroom and private
bath on each side.

The most fascinating part of our conversation, that first evening, was his
talking about his life and how he could never make up his mind about what
he wanted to do.  Design was his main interest but he'd also dreamed of
being a potter and, of all things, fantasized about owning a bar - the last
two became reality after moving to Enclave.

Then we talked about our families again.  His father was twice married and
he had an older half - sister, 26, named Sunny, who managed his pottery
shop (as close as he came to being a potter) and was keeping tabs on the
bar while he was in Italy.  The parents were both dead but he still owned
their house in Pasadena.  He kept referring to Candy as someone he knew I'd
just fall in love with.

By the time we parted to go to our rooms, we'd exchanged room numbers and I
thought John was not only the most handsome man I'd ever met but also the
most charming and intelligent.

I was in my room 5 minutes when he phoned, "C J, you said you're just on
the bum, not with some tour group so how about we travel together.  As I
told you, I'm here to research Italian villages hoping to find a central
theme of some kind for the small, central plaza at Enclave. Italy's
villages are so great -- they are the true Italy.  I think you'd make a
mistake not to include them in your visit.
  We can do a few cities too."

I said I'd really like to go with him. (I'd have agreed to research sewage
treatment plants if I could have done it with John.)

The villages turned out to be so worthwhile, so intriguing; they existed
many centuries before the United States was even a country.  To access some
of them you had to hike the last mile.  The roads leading up to them were
steep and narrow, limited to mini-vans who used them to deliver essential
supplies.  The rooms available for tourists who ventured off the beaten
path, were tiny, one bed, rooms air-conditioned only by 2 or 3 casement
windows opening out onto the narrow streets.

After the first overnight stay, it was apparent they were unsuitable and
John was concerned about having no secure place to leave his rental car.
As a result we'd locate a larger town on the map, close to a group John had
mapped out for the week's visits.

Even hotel accommodations in some of the larger places were nothing to
write home about.  Some nights we had separate beds and sometimes we had to
share one.  On one of those occasions, I awoke one night with my hand
wrapped around John's penis and he was climaxing.  I hadn't consciously
tried to do anything to him.  It was an accident and in the morning I
apologized profusely.  Luckily he passed it off with "Don't sweat it.
Things happen.  No big deal."  It never happened again nor was it ever
mentioned again.  I really think he didn't even realize I was gay and that
it was just a thing that happened.  The few times we slept together again,
I always faced the edge of the bed.  I didn't want a repeat performance as
much as I would have liked one.  He had a large piece of cock flesh that
made me wish I'd not been asleep until he ejaculated.

Our last night before going home, John showed me his sketches and digital
camera photos of the towers, fountains and statuary we'd seen. He sorted
through them and preliminarily decided a tower with a clock was too Swiss,
a tower with an elevator up to see the view of the surrounding hills too
modern and a campanile tower with a carillon had been overworked by too
many schools of higher learning, including Stanford.

So, preliminarily, he settled on a church, bell tower, which was the
prevalent tower in all the villages we'd seen, anyway.  So his central
theme became a church tower minus the church.

My plane left Rome a day before his.  He went with me to the airport,
waited with me until departure and gave me a hug and a kiss on the cheek,
told me how much he enjoyed the summer with me, how we had to stay in touch
and how he wanted me to meet Candy.

Luckily, I was aboard the plane before I started to shed a few tears.  I
really liked the guy.  Oh shit, why not tell the truth, I loved him.

3 -- MY DAD

My dad didn't fulfill his Oncologist's predictions and died a few weeks
into the New Year.  John or I called the other every weekend.  I called him
to tell him about my dad.  He wanted to come for the funeral; I told him
I'd rather see him under happier circumstances.  Other than that one call,
we usually talked about anything and everything and ran up quite a high
bill because of the habit.

One day, he got on about his sister.

"You mean Sunny."

"No she's my half sister.  I told you about Candy -- CJ."

"Sure.  For some reason, though, I just didn't visualize that she lived
with you."

"Exist would be a more precise term for our relationship.  She is something
else, always has been.  Actually she's hard to believe, but for some
reason, don't ask me why, I think you two would get along famously.  Want
to be my brother-in- law?"

"Sure, I could use a rich relative."

"Ha! From what you told me and from what I've found out since you'd be the
rich relative."

"From what you've found out since?  What does that mean?"

"It mean's I've done some snooping into what you do.  I want to use you for
a land search.  Interested?"

"Of course, if I were going to build a large commercial building wouldn't
you be interested?"

"Definitely!"

"What's your time frame on this?"

"Don't get a hard-on.  A year if everything goes well.  If it doesn't it
might best be measured in light years?  But it's time for you to come to
Enclave. March is really a beautiful time of year; even the weather is
beautiful, sometimes. How about it, CJ and I don't have time to hang on the
phone and listen to lame excuses.  Just get your ass down here.  I really
want you to see Enclave and I really want to see you again."

"When do you want me?"

"Can you make it Friday?  I have to go to LA, but should be back by 7
o'clock.  Go to the Circle Bar, just in case I'm late.  Candy will
entertain you until I get there.  The bar is located in the Central Plaza.
Walk in the main entry and you'll see it.  If you can't see it, take off
your sun glasses."

4.  ENCLAVE

I used the map on the sales brochure he'd given me to find Enclave.  The
minute I walked through the main entry I felt as though I were back in
Italy.  I looked around the bar, couldn't spot John and a bartender asked
if he could help me.

"I'm looking for John Lewis."

He said, "Just a minute." left and while I waited I decided the bar's
interior was more like an English Pub than an Italian Bar, but it certainly
fit in with a rural village.

Everyone in the place was obviously well to do and dressed accordingly, but
I wasn't expecting the person that walked toward me and said, "C J?"

"Yes."

"I'm Candy, John was delayed and won't be here until quite late."  She
picked up my hand, held it, leaned into me and kissed me.  She was
absolutely beautiful.  And I do mean absolutely.  She smelled exquisite,
too.

She was wearing long, black pants, a black, fitted jacket and a cream
colored, silk blouse with ruffles.  She was tiny, thin and delicate. Her
hair was black, with a bleached streak at one side that she kept brushing
back behind her ear.  She was the most feminine looking, the most feminine
acting girl I'd ever met.  The place was packed; every table was filled, so
the bartender directed us to the end of the bar saying as soon as a table
opened up he'd have us moved.  From the minute Candy had walked up, taken
my hand and kissed me, men in the bar followed us with their eyes wherever
we went.

I was absolutely captivated by Candy, the first time I'd ever felt that way
about a girl.  When she spoke to me she would put one hand on my thigh, as
though it was needed to keep my attention.  Damn, I was so confused.  I
began to think that maybe I wasn't gay.  Maybe I just hadn't met the right
girl until now.

I was scared, too.  She seemed as captivated with me as I was with her.
What if it came down, at the end of the evening, to where she was expecting
sex?  What if I couldn't erect without a male partner.  Oh God, if she told
John, he'd recall that night in bed together and I'd lose him as a friend,
too.

We decided to eat in the bar instead of going to a restaurant.

After dinner coffee did little or nothing to mitigate the effect of our
Martinis and the wine we'd had with our dinner.  It was too bad the coffee
hadn't worked better; because we decided to stay and have a couple of after
dinner drinks before we left.  We walked down the street, arm in arm,
laughing, comparing notes on John when I remembered he'd said that I'd get
along well with Candy, and I told her what he'd said.

In reply, she said, "Do you know what John said to me when he told me you
were going to be here this evening?"

"No, but I never could anticipate John's witticisms."

"Well, I quote John -- Put the make on C J, you've been looking for a man
and I want him for a brother-in-law."

I about swallowed my tongue.  It was a good thing we were at the gate in
the walled street that entered into their front courtyard.

The house, though small overall, had large rooms. It felt spacious and was
totally elegant.  Candy showed me to John's room, turned down the bed, told
me there was a terry cloth bathrobe hanging on a hook inside the door to
the bathroom, kissed me, looked at me and said goodnight.

I'd had a fun evening, a little too much to drink, but intended to try and
go to sleep.  About the time I turned off the bedside lamp, I heard a noise
outside, a scraping noise, and looked out the window wall that opened onto
the back patio.  The noise was Candy moving a double chase lounge over
closer to the pool.

I put on the bathrobe and went out.

"Sorry I woke you up, join me."

The second I lay beside her, she put her head on my stomach.  "I can hear
your stomach gurgling."

"Sorry about that."

"Don't be, it's happy gurgles.  I can't believe how much noise it makes.
Here, you listen to mine."

Listening to stomach gurgles seemed like a silly thing to do but evidently
she was in a silly mood as well as a little tipsy and, to tell the truth,
so was I.

I put my head on her stomach and there was sufficient light from the
underwater pool lights and little lantern lights stuck in the ground around
the edges of the planting areas, that I was able to see, protruding up from
between her legs, the smoothest, yet hardest, cock, I had ever seen in my
life.  It was probably 6" with a firm, meaty head capping it and it gave me
an immediate erection to just look at it in the semi darkness.

C J put her hand on my head and pushed it down.  I took it in my mouth, not
taking time to fathom why she had a cock, if she was a boy or if he as a
girl.

She filled my mouth and within seconds her big, teenage dick began
ejaculating warm cum in volley after volley down my throat.  It happened
quickly and it made me so fucking hot I was a crazy for sex. I hadn't cum
yet.  I was desperate to get my rocks off. I needed a fuck and badly.  I
told her to roll over.  She got on her knees and I was busy rimming her
hairless, little, boy pussy all ready to push my hard cock into her love
hole when, suddenly, the whole back patio area was bathed in brighter
lights and John walked out of the door from the living room.  Hearing him
speak scared the hell out of me.

"Hi, I thought you two must be out here."

I thought - Holy shit, what do I do now?

My dick was as frightened as I was and turned limp, trying to hide.

I straightened up to see him bending down to kiss Candy.  To my surprise,
he then kissed me.

"Do you still want to be my brother-in-law?"  I was dumfounded but managed
to nod yes.

He pulled us both up and walked between us, arms around our waists, to his
bedroom, told us to hop on the bed while he undressed and hung up his
clothes.

Candy wouldn't leave me alone, she was constantly kissing me, fondling my
genitals, nibbling my ear lobes or doing something else.  I was getting
crazier and more confused by the moment.

Between her teasing and John walking, naked, toward the bed with his huge
cock pointing the way and his low hangers swinging in tune with each step,
I was again hard as a rock and confused as hell.  If someone had asked me
my name I doubt I could have given the correct answer.

The minute John was in bed, sitting, still exposing himself, he said, "C J,
I knew you and Candy would love each other.  I want you to know that I love
you, too.  But I caught you eating her pussy, I know you were on the verge
of showing her how men put the hard cock in deep and since she had a
flaccid penis, I know you'd just sucked her off. You'd already violated her
with your mouth.  Don't you think you should marry her?  I just can't stand
by and let you take advantage of her. She is my little sister.  I know she
looks older, but she's only 14."

I didn't know what to say, I hesitated and John continued,

"I don't mean marry in the traditional way, in church and all that stuff.
I mean just dedicating yourselves to each other.  C J, since we met in
Italy and both loved it, I suggest we do this in a very old, Italian
manner.  By coincidence, I just read a fascinating book titled 'The Family'
about the early church.  Most of the very early Cardinals and some of the
Popes were married and had children.

It was the custom of the era that when a man and woman were married, and
after the wedding reception, they had to consummate the marriage with the
woman's father watching, supposedly as proof that the marriage had indeed
been consummated.

I'm neither Cardinal nor father but as Candy's older brother I will watch
you consummate the marriage. It will be proof that you and Candy are one
and you and I are, indeed, brothers-in-law.  Take your robes off now and
get ready."

All I could think of was how weird the whole thing was but, at the same
time, how exciting, how sexual, how erotic -- naked in bed with both Candy
and John.  I decided to go along with it and save my questions for later.
What the fuck, you didn't need to understand a person totally to have sex
with them.  Hard cocks were all that was required.

"John, I'm not as big as you, but nearly so, won't I hurt Candy?"

"Oh course you will.  It always hurts. It's supposed to hurt the first
time.
  It's proof of her virginity, her love for her new husband that she will
submit regardless.  And it's proof of your virility with your big, erect
penis and of your love with your desperation to fuck your new bride."

He continued, "The book also related that the fathers were often so aroused
that they would have liked to fuck their daughters, too.  I can see why, I
too am totally aroused and want to participate.  I have thought of a way to
do so that will mitigate Candy's pain.  I will lubricate my right hand and
wrap it around C J's cock so he will, in effect, be fucking my hand at the
same time he takes Candy's virginity.  That way he wont be able to get it
deep enough into her pussy to do any damage."

So it happened.  With Candy on her back, feet in the air, and me with the
biggest, hard-on I'd ever sprouted, I put the cock in deep, as John had
said.  However I could not take big strokes, as I didn't want it to come
out of candy's pussy and have to put it back in at every stroke.  But it
was wonderful, John added to my sensations by squeezing his hand, making it
feel as though I was indeed fucking a tight pussy, wet with pussy juice.
He also used his left hand to hold my balls.  His face was inches from my
cock and that alone excited me.

Between my new bride and my new brother-in-law I had a long, hot wedding
fuck.  A fuck I'd never forget.

And, with that single, homosexual act, both my marriage to Candy and my
becoming John's brother-in-law were consummated; I had fucked Candy's
virgin, boy pussy and I'd fucked John's hand.  However, the ritual was not
at an end.  As soon as I climaxed, John pushed me off of Candy and showed
me how men put the cock down deep in a cocksucker's mouth -- my mouth and I
did the same to my bride's beautiful smooth cock with the big firm, now
bright pink cockhead so swollen that it betrayed its need to be sucked.

Candy gave me her love juice for the second time within an hour.

It took a long time for us to come down off our sexual high.  Our sex had
exhausted us and all three cocks had been completely drained.  John left
the room and came back with a bottle of Champagne and three flute glasses
and said,

"J C, I know we owe you an explanation.  It's too long for one session, but
let me assure you everything has an explanation.  Here it is, in part:

"Sunny, my half-sister and I have raised Candy since she was very young.
It happened that being born a boy was a mistake as far as she was
concerned.  Since she never attended school, has always had several home
tutors instead, she was able to pass as one by, as I guess you might say,
becoming the world's youngest cross dresser. She has been successful,
without even resorting to fake breasts.  She is 14 if you can believe it,
even though she easily passes as 18.  It has worked because she is tall.
She knows a beard will be ending her charade shortly -- thus her anxiety to
seduce and pleasure a man as a young woman.

I know it doesn't make real sense except to Candy.  A lot of things don't
make sense about Candy, except that she is a beautiful, loving, sexual
person as either a girl or a boy.  What more could anyone want.

We have always been close but have avoided sex together because of the
stigma of incest, thus my emphasis on having a brother-in-law.  We wanted
someone who we could both enjoy, and someone who would enjoy both of us, in
a three-way situation.  It's still sex, but in our warped minds it takes
some of the sting off of incest.  Think about this.  I'll tell you more
tomorrow."

Honestly I didn't have time to think about it for too long.  Tired,
expended, regardless, when you get three cocks in the same bed, one of them
is bound to get ideas and the other two are bound to pick up on them.

It turned out to be a night of sex, a three-way orgy.

In the wee hours of the morning we did manage to sleep. It was dawn when I
felt John moving in the bed and slip his huge cock into me.  It was his
turn to consummate our union as brothers-in-law, his turn to prove his
virility with his erection and his love with his desperation to fuck his
new brother, his turn to put the cock down deep.

I can't find the words to tell you how magnificent it felt to awaken with
John's big, warm cock gently fucking my love hole.  I'd been fucked 2 or 3
times before but with John it seemed so different.  I loved John; the
others had just been sex and even their names forgotten by the time I was
fucked again.

Then, too, he was bigger, his cock filled me like I'd never experienced
before.  And he knew to get a good fuck from a sex partner both had to
receive pleasure and he knew how to give pleasure.  He threw that big cock
into me time and again, loosened me up, made me long for more the deeper he
penetrated me.  When I finally felt his cock shooting his love juice deep
inside me, I knew I'd been loved as well as fucked.  He'd made me want cock
more than I'd ever wanted cock before in my life.

He'd also taught me how I would have to fuck Candy if I was to keep her
happy, which I wanted to do very much.

No sooner had John climaxed inside me than Candy turned around in the bed
and we deep throated each other.

I guess I went back to sleep because there was bright sunlight pouring into
the room when I awoke to the phone ringing.  It took me awhile to realize
what the noise was and where I was at before I picked it up and said,
"Hello."

"Hey C J, take a piss and come out to the patio.  Breakfast's ready."

I slipped the bathrobe on; luckily John and Candy were wearing robes, too.
But Candy had reverted to being a girl; her robe was oriental in style,
fitted and of silk. It stopped about six inches below her crotch.  Her legs
were shapely and smooth. Her toenails were painted.  The robe's waist was
secured by a black, silk band that broadened to eight inches below where it
was looped at the waist.

After kisses, she told me to sit down at the table with John and she'd
bring out the coffee pot.  Before she left though, John asked me,

"Aren't you curious about what you were playing with last night?"  With
that he lifted up the wide ends of the robe tie and exposed Candy's smooth
cock with its plump cockhead.  It had been cleanly shaved since I'd sucked
it last night.

John said, "I'm sure she'd like for you to kiss it."

I did and I knew without a doubt what the rest of the morning was going to
be like.