Date: Thu, 15 Jan 2009 15:22:29 +0000
From: hankster1430@bellsouth.net
Subject: Love is Where You Find It Chapt 20

Love Is Where You Find It
Chapter Twenty

Pickler and Underwood had an attorney on retainer.  Luis's father was more
than glad to relinquish his parental rights, especially when we offered him
$5000.00 not to object.  The attorney had no problem gaining us
guardianship of Luis.

I transferred him to my school, and he lived with us until he left for
college.  Even then, our home was always his home.  He even called Larry
and Chuck, `Grandpa.'  I wanted him to be able to reach his father if he
wanted to, but I didn't want Mr. Lopez to know exactly where he was living.
I didn't trust the man.  We bought Luis a cell phone when he first came to
live with us, and he called his father to give him the number.

"I told you not to bother me," he yelled at Luis.  "There's no way a faggot
like you could be my son.  Your mother cheated on me for sure, the cunt."
Luis hung up shaking and sobbing, and never called his father again.  He
declared that if he was dead to his father, his father was dead to him.

We invited Cheryl and her family, Ben included, to spend the Thanksgiving
and Christmas holidays with us.  They accepted both invitations.  We gave
Cheryl, Adam and baby Aaron our bedroom.  Ben and Luis used the guest room.
Our dads had a three bedroom home so Sam and Chris used the guest room.
The third bedroom was set up as a small den but it had a sleep sofa in it
and Brad and I stayed there.  The arrangements were more than satisfactory
and enabled the whole family to be close by.

Adam decided that it was more convenient to drive up to San Francisco than
to fly with a baby.  They started out early Wednesday morning and arrived
before dinner.  Larry and Chuck invited us all to dinner that night and we
had a festive pre holiday dinner.  Our dads made a huge fuss over baby
Aaron, and naturally they were prepared with plenty of baby gifts.

Thanksgiving was to be at our house.  Brad's parents, the Hansons, Russ and
Clint were invited also.  It was too big a crowd for us to handle and we
had it catered.  The caterer was one of Russ's clients.  He made sure that
everything was perfect.  He jokingly told us that he was reducing the price
by twenty percent because the four teenagers offered such tasty eye candy.

Cheryl, Brad's mother and Mrs. Hanson all had instant chemistry and they
set about helping the caterers.  Mostly they discussed the miracle of
finding family members they thought were lost to them forever and the
special joy of this Thanksgiving.  Everyone played with baby Aaron.  I
prayed he wouldn't get sick.  The teen agers tossed a football around in
the back yard and as far as I was concerned they were four brothers united
for the holiday.

Adam, bless him, told Luis that he was welcome to come and visit on any
school holiday.  The invitation was open and standing.  Luis and Ben hugged
Adam who had to cry for mercy, they were hugging him so hard.  When Luis
told Adam that he was interested in studying law, Adam invited him to LA
for the summer to work in his office and do whatever odd jobs were needed.
Luis nearly exploded with joy, and he and Ben could not stop hugging each
other.  What they were unaware of was that Adam would be paying Luis's
meager salary from his own pocket.  My parents had no clue that my sister
had married such a fine human being, and even if they did, they wouldn't
care.  He wasn't a Mormon.

On Friday and Saturday a procession of friends and neighbors visited us,
and my family fell in love with all of them.  From the beginning, Cheryl
and Adam were calling Larry and Chuck, Dad and Pop.  Not unlike Brad and me
when we first met Larry and Chuck, they needed the love of parents as much
as we did.  All of us who were at the Thanksgiving Day feast had more to be
thankful for than on any other Thanksgiving Day I could remember.

Adam gathered up his family early Sunday morning after Thanksgiving, and
started his long trek home.  Nobody's eyes were dry including Dad and Pop.
I'll bet that when they adopted me, they had no idea how large a family
they were getting.  I certainly didn't know.  Be that as it may, they loved
it!

Sam and Chris returned to school.  Luis regained sole proprietorship of his
bedroom and we regained ours.  That Sunday night Brad and I made up for our
forbearance of sex all holiday weekend, and Luis resumed having phone sex
with Ben.  Brad and I had never had phone sex.  Every so often Brad had an
overnight business trip.  We vowed to try it next time.

After securing the house and turning off all the lights, Brad and I hurried
to our bedroom.  Luis's door was shut, but I listened to make sure he was
in bed and maybe sleeping.  I could distinctly hear him telling Ben on the
phone how good his cock tasted.  Phone sex sure takes a lot of imagination.

We went into our room and shut the door.  Then it was off to the shower to
prepare our bodies for the pleasures to come.  I guess we were hornier than
I thought.  Before we left the shower and fell exhausted into our bed, each
of us had come once in the other's mouth and once in the other's ass.  When
we were finished making love, we stood in the shower wrapped in each
other's arms, our tongues caressing.  Our now limp cocks rubbed together as
the water cascaded down our bodies, cleansing us.

Neither of us wanted it to end, but finally Brad shut the taps and we got
out of the shower.  We helped each other dry off and went to bed.  We
covered ourselves with the cool sheets and fell asleep locked in a mutual
embrace.  As I was falling asleep, it occurred to me that I loved Brad more
each day.

Happily, a few doors down the street, our dads were enjoying a similar
experience.  Tonight was the first time in days that they had their house
all to themselves.  They too started in the shower intending only to wash
each other, but like us, they ended up sucking and fucking each other.  It
was sheer torture for them to shut off the water, dry off, and go to sleep.

In time, we, our dads, and Luis were done with love making for the moment,
and we all fell into a profound and peaceful sleep.

Early the next morning, hours before dawn, while I was still in a twilight
sleep, I heard a phone ringing somewhere off at a great distance.  It took
a few rings to realize that it was my phone.  I willed myself awake and
grabbed for the handset.

"Aaron, darling, I'm sorry to have awakened you," I heard Marion say.
Before I could ask, she knew my thoughts.  "Relax," she said, "Everything
is fine.  I'm here in San Francisco at the bus terminal.  It's a long
story, but the short version is I ran away from home.  I would have gone to
Cheryl in LA, but I only had enough money to get to San Francisco.  Can you
come and get me, please."  Then she started to cry.

"I'll be right there," I said.

By now Brad was fully awake and the two of us threw on a pair of shorts,
tee shirts, and sandals.  We didn't even bother with underwear.  As we
started to leave the room, there was Luis standing in the doorway in his
birthday suit.  "Not bad," I thought.

"What's going on?" he asked.  We told him what we knew and Brad told him to
go back to sleep.

"No way," he said.  "I'll have coffee and bagels ready when you get back."

Brad drove into the nearly deserted terminal.  I didn't see anyone, but
then no young girl would wait outside alone.  I jumped out of the car and
ran into the terminal.  I spotted her sitting alone on a bench in the
corner.  She had become the beautiful woman that the child had promised to
be.  "Marion," I yelled.

She looked up and spotted me.  She bounded over to me and threw her arms
around me.  After some hugging and kissing, she said, "You've become a very
handsome man, Aaron Jackson."

"And you are one red hot, foxy lady yourself, Marion Jackson," I returned
the compliment.  "Where's your luggage?"  I asked.

"What you see, is what you get," she sobbed.  I ran out with only my
purse."

"Wow," I said.  "Brad is out front in the car.  You can tell us all about
it on the way home."

We found Brad out front and I helped Marion into the back seat.  I
introduced her to Brad, but Marion's Mormon upbringing won out.  She
hesitated and finally decided not to shake Brad's homosexual hand.
Hopefully he understood and ignored the slight.

Marion began: "I came home for Thanksgiving.  There was just the three of
us for dinner, but after dinner we got a visitor.  A middle age, fat,
sloppy looking, and very bald man came in, and we were introduced.  Dad
introduced him as my intended.  He said that I didn't have to go back to
school.  The wedding was all set and planned for the first weekend in
January.  I panicked, but I politely waited for the gentleman to leave.  I
don't even remember his name.

Once he was gone, I erupted.  I screamed that I would kill myself before
I'd marry that monster.  Dad slapped my face.  Mom called me an ingrate.  I
grabbed my purse and ran out of the house.  A few blocks away, I used my
cell phone to call for a cab to take me to the Greyhound Terminal, and here
I am."

"You're finally out of jail," I said.  "Don't worry little sister.  I've
got plenty of money and I'll see to it that you finish your education.  You
have a home here with us.  Cheryl took in her orphaned brother-in-law.  Now
it's our turn.  We want you to have a home with us.  Don't we Brad?"

"Marion," Brad said very softly, "Our home is your home for as long as you
wish, but first you have to accept my relationship with your brother.  We
aren't monsters or sinners.  We love each other.  It's that simple.  We
don't have to make any excuses for being in love."

"I know that," Marion said, "but old habits and older beliefs are hard to
break.  I'm sorry."  She reached forward and put her hand on Brad's
shoulder.  He reached up and put his hand on hers.  The ice, as they say,
was broken.

"Marion," I asked.  Do you want to go back to BYU or would you like to
transfer here?"

"Even though I've lost this semester, I'd rather transfer.  I don't want
THEM to know where I am.  Cheryl has enough with a new baby and Adam's
brother.  I'm afraid you're stuck with me."

"You think so?" I asked.  "Wait until you meet our family.  I think you
might be the one who's stuck.  We'll try to enroll you in UCSF for the
spring semester.  You can live on campus.  Brad's brother Sam just started
his freshman year there and he lives on campus.  We'll work on your
transfer right away," I told her.

"As a footnote, little sister, Cheryl and her family are coming for
Christmas.  Our whole family, at least those of us who matter, will all be
together for the holiday.  Have you any clue how happy that makes me?"

"I promise, Aaron, I'll pay you back every cent.  You shouldn't have to
assume Dad's responsibilities."

"I know that I don't have to, but I sure want to.  I assure you.  It's not
a financial burden for me.  You have already paid me back by just being
here with me."

"We have one minor problem," Brad reminded me.

"No," I said.  "We'll put a sleep sofa in the den for Luis until Marion
moves to the dorms.  In the meantime he can use a sleeping bag I have in
the hall closet."

"Who is Luis?" Marion asked.  "How many people live with you?"

"Sometimes I think we run a motel, but right now it's just Luis.  His
father kicked him out just like I was kicked out and for the same reason.
It was natural for us to take him in and assume guardianship over him.
Besides he has a relationship with Adam's brother, Ben.  It's a long story"

"It's getting too complicated for me.  Give me time to absorb it all.  In
the meantime, I need to buy some basic clothes and toiletries, and I want
to call Cheryl in the morning."

Aaron has to teach his classes tomorrow, but I'll rearrange my appointments
and take you shopping tomorrow morning, if it's OK with you," Brad said.

"Thank you," Marion said with a sob in her voice.  "I also want to look for
a job."

Brad remembered the promise Adam had made to Luis, and the fact that he
would pay Luis's salary.  He decided to extend the same offer to Marion.

"Look," he said, "it's only for a few weeks until the spring semester
begins.  We can always use some extra clerical help in my office.  Does
that sound like something you'd like to do?"

"Well, yes," Marion answered, "but what kind of office is it?"

"It's a CPA office," Brad told her.  "Very conservative, no vice going on."

It took Marion a moment to realize that Brad was kidding, and when she did,
she started to laugh.  It was the first laughter I heard from her.

When we came into the house, dawn was just breaking.  We were greeted by
the odor of fresh brewed coffee.  The kitchen table was set for four. The
bagels, butter, jam, sugar and milk were all set out.  Luis had remembered
to dress.  He was wearing short shorts and a ripped tee shirt and obviously
nothing else.  Man, that boy was hot.

When Marion was introduced to Luis, she shook his hand without cringing.
We were all hungry and dug into the food that Luis had graciously prepared.
Suddenly Luis gasped, "Look at the time," he said looking over at me "We
better get ready for school."

Within a couple of days, the sleep sofa was set up in the office and Luis's
belongings were moved to the office closet.  Marion was outfitted and
temporarily occupied the guest room.  She and Brad went up to UCSF and
explained her situation.  The school helped arrange for her high school and
college records to be transferred and pending the transfer, she was
accepted into her lower junior year.  They also assigned her a room with a
girl whose original room mate had dropped out of school.  The room was in
the same dorm as Sam and Chris.  They went over to the dorm hoping to meet
her.  She was in the room and when the girls were introduced they liked
each other immediately.  Wendy asked Marion if she would like to join her
and some friends Saturday evening and Marion accepted.  Brad told Wendy he
would drive Marion to the campus at the appointed hour, and Wendy said she
would drive her home because Marion said she wanted to go to church with us
on Sunday.

Then we went over to Sam and Chris's room.  The door was closed and Brad
knocked.

"Who is it?" Sam asked.

"It's your brother meathead," Brad answered.

The door opened immediately and there stood Chris and Sam naked.  When they
saw a girl with Brad, they both quick grabbed their gym shorts and put them
on.  "Sorry," Chris murmured.

"Living with all theses guys is going to be a challenge," Marion thought.
"I'd better get used to it."

All day Saturday, Luis and our brothers helped Brad and me, and our dads,
decorate our houses for Christmas.  They also helped their parents.  Marion
worked alongside them and this activity took her mind off things.  She took
a break Saturday evening to meet Wendy, and she reported that her Saturday
night out with her new girlfriends was a `real blast.'  "Wendy told
everyone what a hunk you are, Brad, and they can't wait to meet you.  Too
bad they don't stand a chance," she said, laughing loudly.

On Sunday Marion met our family at church.  She, Sam and Chris bonded, just
talking about what awaited Marion at UCSF.  I think they whetted her
appetite to get back to a school she could consider normal.

She met our dads, who immediately added her to their list of adoptees. She
met the Wilkinsons, the Hansons, Russ and Clint, our neighbors and Luis's
entire youth group.  It was Luis who introduced her as his sister.  She was
overwhelmed when I told her that I considered all of them to be family.
"Every one of them loves me more than Mom and Dad ever loved me, or at
least, they show me more love than Mom and Dad ever did."


On Monday morning, Brad took her to the office to begin her temporary
position.  Before getting started he introduced her to the staff.  She
already knew Russ, but Jamie and Jim were all over her with hugs and
kisses.

"More family," Brad explained.  After all the introductions were made, Brad
asked, "Where's Craig?"  He was referring to Craig Billings, the only
straight male in the firm.

"He's at a client," Jim said, "but he should be back before lunch.  Brad
turned Marion over to the office manager, and she got her started on some
menial office chores, which Marion was more than happy to be doing.

Before the morning was an hour old, one of the girls in the office asked
Marion to have lunch with her and Marion accepted.  At about 11:30 AM a
young man came into the office.  The receptionist said, "Good morning
Craig."  Marion looked up and her heart stopped.  The young man looked like
the man of her dreams, her fantasy lover.  She had no way of knowing it at
the time, never having met him, but Craig bore a strong resemblance to her
brother-in-law Adam. They were similar in height and build and they could
have been first cousins. They both had blue eyes, but Craig had blond hair.
Adam's hair was the color of chestnut.  It was all Marion could do not to
stare at him.

At first Craig did not notice Marion, but the office manager said, "Let me
introduce you to Marion Jackson.  She'll be working with us for a few
weeks.  She's Brad's sister in law."  When Craig shook Marion's hand, he
thought he might faint.  He couldn't breathe.  He literally willed himself
to draw a breath.  Standing before him was the most beautiful girl he had
ever laid eyes on.

"Please, God," he prayed silently, "don't let her be a lesbian.  This is
the girl I want to marry."  He muttered something about welcome aboard and
rushed into Brad's office.  He closed the door behind him.  He tried to
speak but he was still hyperventilating.

"What?" Brad asked.

"Will you kill me if I ask Marion out on a date?  I swear I'll be the
perfect gentleman."

Brad started to laugh.  "She's over eighteen," he said.  Just pray she
doesn't reject you."

"How did you feel when you first laid eyes on Aaron?" Craig asked.

Brad thought for a second and said, "You'd better ask her out quick before
someone else does."

"I'm safe in this office until she goes out to lunch," Craig joked.

"I think she's having lunch with Sarah," Brad said.

"They don't know it yet, but Sarah and Marion are having lunch with me."

As Craig turned to leave the office, Brad noticed a bulge in Craig's crotch
area.  He had never noticed that before or maybe he hadn't looked.


To be continued........