Date: Tue, 16 Apr 2002 22:19:11 +0000
From: Jo Vincent <joad123@hotmail.com>
Subject: Flip's Tale:  Postscript and Finale.

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				Flip's Tale

				    By

				   Joel


     Postscript:        December 2000 and  January 2001

			 P1:  Returning the Pills

     Of course there were presents and cards from all and sundry.  One
special one for each of the six based in Britain, plus my brother Stuart,
Paul, Fergie and Bernard, were first class open tickets to Nice ready for
Ghazi and Etienne's commitment at Easter.  The six of us said we would all
help to conduct the ceremony.  Ghazi giggled and said the four French ex-
paras were insisting they acted as page-boys.  I said he was bloody lucky
they didn't dress up as bridesmaids, complete with tutus, hairy legs and
military moustaches.

     We were staying just overnight at the hotel.  Next morning I left Tom
at the hotel with Aunt Margaret and my mother as were having lunch there
before mum was catching a train and Aunt Margaret was driving back to
Glenfinnan.  I took the package and made my way to the Prof's house.
Luckily he answered the door when I got there and I asked if I could see
him privately.  As he took me into his study I heard a noise at the top of
the stairs going up from the hallway and guessed it was the twins.

     H e was obviously puzzled but I explained that I had something to
return which had been confiscated at Kinloch.  When he opened the package
and found the tablets he went very silent.  I explained that the twins were
caught with them just as they were going to lace the jug of squash after
the rugger match and that Peter Douglas had asked me to return them.

     "Just wait until I get them in here," he said with gritted teeth.
"It's a good job my wife is at church or real wrath would descend on them.
Can I trust you to keep this quiet?" I nodded.  "We've been doing a
long-term study on these things and I noted there were some missing, or at
least I couldn't account for them.  I thought that one of my not-so-priapic
registrars might have had them or they had merely got lost.  But, I would
have to account for them in the end.  Anyway, I thought those two have been
rather quiet since they got back from school."  He had a gleam in his eye,
but there was also a twinkle, "Not that teenage rugby players would need
these and, anyway, fifty milligrams would have been pretty diluted.  Does
Mr McRae know?"

     I said I didn't think so, but said my experience was that not much
missed his eagle eye.

     "OK," he said, "I'd appreciate it if you would stay in here until I've
seen them about this.  Then I'd better think up some form of retribution
and hope and pray Lizzie doesn't find out or the poor little buggers
wouldn't hear the last of it."

     He went to the door.  He called out, "Will, Geoff!"

     He came back in and winked at me.  Two downcast boys almost
immediately entered the room.  They had obviously been skulking in the
corridor.

     "What have you to say to this?"  He pointed at the package.  "You know
you've severely embarrassed Peter Douglas, and Flip here has been good
enough to try to get you out of the deepest mire.  This is a drug!  On
prescription only.  You stole them from here, I assume, to play some
foolish prank on boys at school.  What would you have done if they had been
mis-labelled and were something quite dangerous?  Eh?  Do you want me to
tell your mother?"

     Poor kids, just fourteen and the tears were rolling down their cheeks.
They shook their heads.

     "I'm afraid I put too much trust in you.  So what am I going to do?  I
think I'll sort out some tasks for each of you and don't expect the earth
for Christmas.  You should be very glad you've at least got a couple of
friends.  Peter has stopped you getting into serious trouble at school and
Flip has brought the tablets back.  What have you to say for yourselves?"

     "Oh, Dad," snivelled Will.  (I knew it was Will as I spotted the scar
when he looked up.)  "We didn't mean any harm, we thought it would be a
joke.  We're ever so sorry...."

     Here Geoff looked up and continued where Will left off.  "....We've
been worried you'd find out ever since we got back home.  Please.  We've
learnt our lesson."

     "Right, no harm has been done, but you could have got me into trouble
as well.  Just remember that.  You'd better get your faces sorted out
before your mother gets home."  Here they looked even more worried.  "No, I
won't tell her, yet!  But, one more little prank and the heavens will open
I can assure you.  So, wash your faces and then go and make four mugs of
coffee and bring them in here.  Go on, get on with it!"

     They scurried out.  He looked at me and shook his head.

     "Who'd be a father?  But, you won't want to know that."

     I looked slightly puzzled.  Did he know about the commitments made the
night before.

     He laughed.  "Your reputation goes before you.  I heard there was to
be a rather special ceremony last night.  Richard told me, he was round
here earlier in the week.  He's joining my team once he qualifies."  He
grinned again.  "When you appeared this morning and asked to see me
privately I just wondered if you had caught something or wanted advice."

     I shook my head vigorously.  "No, neither of us would cheat on the
other and I think we're pretty clued up, so far."

     He smiled.  "If you ever need me, I'm here.  I was most impressed with
your friend's questions when you came in with that young lad.  And I hear
you're doing well.  Have you got work to do this vacation?"

     Worse than school!  Everyone knows everyone else.  I said we had some
assignments but that Tom and I were also doing a portering stint until
Christmas Eve before going home.  He laughed and said it was a good idea to
get some experience at the sharp end.  He then said they were going to stay
with the Douglas's for Christmas and then asked how were we going to get to
Glenfinnan.  I said by train.

     "No, we'll give you a lift.  Plenty of room in the people carrier and
if your aunt provides a bit of lunch I can have a good gossip with her."
He laughed, "Haven't seen Maggy for some years.  Phones me sometimes with a
case, like that lad, but I'll be glad to see her again.  Shouldn't tell you
this but she was my first girlfriend here when we were students together.
She dumped me though, she said I spent too much time playing rugger, and
then I met Lizzie.  She was a nurse.  Surprising how many doctors marry
nurses."

     I said I'd heard that, thinking of Preston's mother.

     There was a discreet tap on the door.  He roared out, "Come in!" and
the twins came in with the mugs.  As mine was handed to me I said, "Thank
you, Geoff".  He looked at me and I knew he wondered how I knew!  I also
noticed on his freshly washed face that he had the first pimple appearing
on his chin.  As Will handed me the box of biscuits I saw he had a slightly
bigger crop, one of which he'd picked and was bleeding slightly.  Oh, the
first blemishes in the Spring of Youth.  My facial acne had receded but I
still had a row of spots at the top of my back which rude Tom referred to
as my pox.

     The Prof said to the boys that they weren't forgiven yet, they had to
do penance.  One task would be to clean the Mitsubishi ready for the visit
to the Douglas's.
  The kids brightened up visibly when they were told Tom and I were going
to be taken to Glenfinnan first.  I explained I'd better go as we were
having lunch before my mother and Aunt Margaret, with Stuart, departed on
their separate ways.

               P2: Parting

     At lunchtime Mum said she had to get back to her busy law practice and
that was why she couldn't stay for Christmas.  She said she hoped Tom,
Stuart and I would visit her when we could.  She said she realised we were
very busy too but she didn't want a separation like the last one.  She
hugged each of us three boys when we stood on the platform as she got on
her train.  I heard her say "Look after him, Tom," and I knew he had been
accepted into our family.  So we saw her off at Edinburgh station before
Aunt Margaret and Stuart set off to Glenfinnan in the Range Rover.  Of
course, I'd told her of the offer of a lift.  I didn't explain how or why I
was at the Prof's that morning but I did say I'd heard little secrets about
her.  She said she'd make sure she had a good lunch for them and I'd better
watch my tongue.

     We said cheerio to the others who were also going their various ways.
I congratulated Paul on having the other twins to keep him company until
they returned to school.  He made a wry face and said he would try to curb
them, but unfortunately it was two against one.  I made arrangements for
him to come with Tom and me to Little Dick's wedding.  We were going to
drive down to Suffolk!

     There were also arrangements to be made about meeting up with the
others for the wedding.  Including Tom, there would be seven of us as
special guests, and we had already decided we would be a Scottish
contingent.  We said fond farewells to all.  Clyde's grandfather said he'd
never enjoyed himself so much as at the ceremony and shook hands heartily
with us.  Beauregard repeated the invitation to his wedding and said I was
to bring my brother with me.  Stuart had made quite an impression on
Clyde's sister having given her expert - I don't know how - tuition on the
intricacies of an eightsome reel.

               P3: Christmas 2000 and New Year 2001

     Portering in Christmas week was rather horrendous.  The proportion of
little old ladies to drunks changed for the worse.  How grown men would
allow themselves to fall, or be pushed even through plate glass windows was
beyond belief.  There were a couple of nasty car accidents which meant we
had to deal with very injured people but I think the pair of us learned a
great deal from all this experience.

     We'd borrowed a couple of mountain bikes from students who had already
gone home so cycled to and from the hospital.  I think we were liked there.
A couple of the nurses commented on our rings.  We didn't elaborate but one
of the male nurses, on seeing them recognised their significance, and told
us his friend and he had been together for over ten years and on the last
morning wished us well.

     On arriving home in the mornings we slept for a few hours then spent
some very intense times bringing each other to stupendous climaxes.  Each
other's bodies were now so familiar we both knew how best to excite and
tease and tempt and, finally, to draw out those most intense finalities.
We had a tenderness towards each other but underneath was the urgency,
which, when we discussed it, we thought was due to the hormone-packed
teenage bodies we possessed.  We couldn't tire of each other.  Each climax
and release conditioned us to generate just that little extra tension and
that little extra surrender to each other's wants and needs.  Oh, that
these occasions would exist for ever!

     Still, the morning of Christmas Eve arrived.  We cycled back to the
flat just before seven having cajoled the other two porters to cover for us
as, for once, there was little traffic in injuries.  We showered, changed,
and cycled with our bags to the Prof's, dumped our bikes there to be
collected when we got back, and were there ready for the off as planned at
nine o'clock.

     The boys were somewhat subdued.  The Mitsubishi was gleaming and the
inside was spotless.  I thought of Pete and Jamie's task when caught in
their compromising position.  There were three seats along the back and one
in front of us while the Prof and his wife sat in the front passenger and
driving seats.  Tom and I sat on the two outer seats with one of the twins
between us.  As the journey progressed they kept swapping places as they
thawed out.  We were asked innumerable questions until at last, feeling a
bit tired, having had no sleep the night before, I gripped Will's leg just
above the knee and gave him a squeeze to make him squirm and told him to
stop his rabbiting for a while.  He turned his attention to Tom and
continued asking questions.  Then, as I was quietly contemplating the
infinite and watching the scenery pass by quite rapidly, the lad caught
hold of the little finger of my left hand which was resting on my leg.  I
thought he was going to try to bend it back as that schoolboy ploy had been
tried on me in the past and I had retaliated by doing the same to others.
But, no, he just looped his first finger and thumb round it and ran his
circled digits up and down about four times.  He dropped my finger and
continued talking to Tom as if nothing had happened.  I could hardly say
anything.  Was this an unconscious gesture on his part?  It seemed to me a
very clear signal for something.  I am afraid that just thinking about it,
as I relapsed into my dozy state, required me to wriggle in my seat and
rearrange my position.  Soon after, the boys exchanged positions and I was
content to hear Geoff asking Tom about what he was doing on the course.
Geoff's only contribution to my discomfiture was that he was a constant
fidget and rubbed his jeaned leg against mine perhaps a bit more than
necessary.

     We arrived at Glenfinnan just after noon after stopping just once at a
filling station where a quick pee, with difficulty, was on my agenda.  At
the bungalow Aunt Margaret was waiting as soon as we arrived, with Stuart
hovering in the background.  With a shout of 'Maggy', the Prof rushed up
and enveloped her in a hug.  Lizzie looked on and smiled.  The two lads
proceeded to take our bags out of the car having been given a quick
instruction just before we got out by their father.

     I took them along to our bedroom and told them to dump them on the
floor.  Tom was with Lizzie and had taken her to the living-room with
Stuart in attendance.  I looked at the two urchins standing there eyeing
the newly installed cupboards and shelves.

     "Is this and your brother's room?" asked Will.  "He's just like you,"
added Geoff.

     "No, this is Tom's and my room," I said.  "We will be living
together."

     They didn't say anything and just looked at each other.  I thought I'd
better change the subject.

     "You two could have in the shit up to your eyebrows.  You know that,
don't you?"  They nodded and a slight grin appeared on both their faces.
"You promise me you won't do anything like that again.  It was awkward for
me to talk to your dad."  They both nodded again.  "In any case, I don't
think boys need that stuff, eh?"

     Will looked at me.  "We've noticed that..." Geoff finished the
sentence, "...recently."

     They began to giggle.  They were irrepressible.

     "Look," I said, "It is serious.  If you want to get on at Kinloch
don't do daft things."

     "You did...."started Geoff.  "... But you did get rid of that
Crawley," went on Will.  "Tiger Woods told us when he found we knew you,"
was Geoff's contribution.

     Antony 'Tiger' Woods was now in the Upper Sixth.  A very studious lad,
but possessed of a very acned complexion and, reportedly, an excessive
libido.  I supposed that exploit was now to be passed down in schoolboy
history.

     "Will you tell us what you did?" asked Will.  "Would you come and see
us...?" asked Geoff.  ".... with Tom?  And your brother?" requested Will.

     I said I would as soon as the Easter holidays started.  I hadn't
finished though.

     "Now, you behave yourselves when you're at Pete's.  You're not to
hassle him."

     They shook their heads, then looked at each other and back to me.

     Geoff spoke.  "Could we have a look at that ring?"  Will pointed to
the third finger of my left hand.  "Tom's got one just like it, hasn't he?"
he said.

     I took it off and they examined it closely.  They looked at each other
before handing it back.

     "It's for you and Tom, isn't it?" said Geoff.

     "For living together?" asked Will.

     "Yes," I replied, not wishing to elaborate at the moment.

     At that moment Tom came in.  He saw me with the ring in my hand..  He
slipped his off and handed it to Will.  "Mine's exactly the same.  A very
good friend gave them to us as he knew we wanted to be together."

     Both boys solemnly nodded and Will passed the ring to Geoff.  He said,
"They're beautiful."

     Tom took the ring back and slipped it onto his finger.  "Anyway, lunch
is served and it looks pretty good and we'd better get in there soon before
that gannet Stuart gets too stuck in.."

     It was good!  Smoked salmon in abundance with fresh rolls, bannocks
and other delicacies.  The boys wolfed tremendous amounts and when finished
there was a nod from their father and they got up and cleared the plates
away.  I followed them into the kitchen to get the pudding.  I went up to
Will and ran a finger round his chin.  He ducked his head.

     "Instead of pinching pills you ought to get your dad to prescribe
something for your spots.  If he gives you enough you'd make a fortune
selling it at Kinloch, especially to zit- king Woods."

     They were giggling over this when Stuart came through with some of the
now empty dishes.  The boys looked him up and down from their much shorter
height.  He was kilted whereas I had jeans on.

     "We wear ours on Sundays for Chapel......" said Geoff.  "......Just
like your brother did," echoed Will.  "He started that, you know,"
concluded Geoff.  "You go to Tom's old school, don't you?" asked Will.  "Do
you like it there?  We like Kinloch,..." said Geoff.  "...Your brother's
famous there," said Will.

     Stuart laughed.  "Don't say things like that, he's got a big head
already anyway."

     I took a brotherly swipe at his cheek.  I shooed the three of them
back to the dining room and took the tray with the puddings on through
after them.  Aunt Margaret, Tom, Prof and his wife, Lizzie, were deep in
conversation but stopped as we got to the table.  There was a slight pause
while the puddings were dished out than general conversation started again.
Time flew and they had to go.

     After the twins had been stowed in the back of the car and the Prof
was saying goodbye to Aunt Margaret with Stuart and the twins mouthing
things at each other through the window, their mother came up to Tom and me
and gave us both a little hug.

     "I don't know what the little hounds have done, and whatever it is I
am not going to enquire, but at least they're behaving.  I suppose you
know, but I won't ask.  Anyway, I expect to see your both when you get back
to Edinburgh."

     After we had waved them off Tom and I went to our bedroom to unpack.

     His first words, after he had closed the door, were, "Oh God, I didn't
know I could maintain a hardon for three bloody hours.  I think I'll rename
that pair Viagra One and Viagra Two."  He grinned.  "You suffered too,"

     "Yeah," I said, "I think it was deliberate."  I then told him about
the finger episode.  He grimaced but said nothing.  "I shudder to think
what they'll do to Pete,." I said in conclusion.

     "Don't worry, you and Ghazi know he can stand anything thrown at him,
so I think he'll survive."

     I asked him what the intense conversation had been about.  He smiled
and said Stuart had asked Aunt Margaret if she thought he could train as a
doctor as well.

     Although we were both very tired we found neither of us needed any
artificial stimulants that night in bed.  I hoped the new cupboards against
the wall dividing us from Stuart added to the soundproofing as Tom was
rather vocal as I sucked two days worth of his thick boycream from him.  He
insisted I should fuck him, so I entered him as he lay on his back, my
whole weight on him as he clasped me tightly and we were one.  As I slowly
thrust and withdrew we tongue-fucked as well until I could hold on no
longer and released spurt after spurt of my love deep inside him.

     Tom whispered, "That was the first for our true life together."

     We celebrated Christmas quietly and on Boxing Day drove up, with
Stuart in attendance, to have lunch with Tom's mum and dad.  Their new
house was much bigger than the village copper shop and had stunning views
from the back.  We were all invited to come and stay any time as there was
plenty of room.  All the bedrooms are doubles was Tom's father's comment.

     Of course, young Archie was a constant visitor from the time we
arrived back.  In fact he was insistent that we inspected his balls on the
Wednesday after Christmas and I was certain his tool had lengthened even
more in the intervening months since I'd seen it last.  His balls were
certainly looking healthy, the right one was now almost as large as his
falsie which Tom insisted on tapping with a pencil.  He said Archie should
go on the stage as the boy who could batter his ball with a hammer and feel
no pain.  All the lads in the audience would cringe and he would make a
fortune.  Even better, he should ask the Prof to do the same with the other
one and put ball-bearings in to rattle and he could have his own inbuilt
maracas if he joined a pop group.  They could call themselves the Maracas
Knackers.  I let Stuart and Archie deal with Tom who ended up over the bed
pleading for mercy and for help as they sat on him and tickled him.

     New Year came and the village Ceilidh was a real occasion, ending with
the celebration of the start of the Third Millennium.  We three lads
appeared early and were immediately surrounded by Wayne's three sisters
demanding partners for the first reel.  We reeled and left them breathless.
They weren't bad-looking but did nothing for my sex-drive.  Even Stuart
later confessed they scared him stiff.  He laughed and said not that sort
of stiffness.

     Wayne was there, squiring a very pretty girl, Mary Collins of his
dreams.  Tom, of course, the great tease, made a great play about wanting
to dance with her much to Wayne's chagrin.  She had a bright, bubbly
personality and entered into the pretense quite willingly.  Poor Wayne
could hardly tell her we were gay as the threat to his manhood was still
there.  But, in the end he took it in all good part and he confided to me
that he'd been more successful the first time he'd 'tried it' as he put it
and they were getting engaged at Easter.  I knew, looking at the smiling
Mary and the ever-attentive Wayne, they were made for a life together and
they knew it, too.

                                   P4: Stuart's Stuff

     'Trying it' was also on dear Stuart's mind.  The next morning he
brought us mugs of coffee in bed, wearing just those ancient green running
shorts handed down to me by Simon and announcing that Aunt Margaret had
been called out again early.  He sat on the edge of the bed as we supped
the welcome brew and was itching to get something off his chest.

     "Can I ask you something?" he said at last.

     "You don't need too," I replied, "I checked in the library and younger
brothers of auburn-haired older brothers always have much shorter pricks.
If they get it to five and a half inches on a fine day they're lucky."

     He looked at me guardedly and then Tom guffawed.

     "Take no notice of that fool, ask me."

     "You're always taking the piss out of me, Flip.  I'll go and ask my
other brother."

     He got up and walked round to Tom's side of the bed.

     "Tom, it's very personal, but he'll only take the mick.  I think I'll
ask you when he's not here."

     "No you won't," I said, "No secrets.  We're three brothers now and
even if I do tease you, you know I don't mean it."

     Rude child stuck his tongue out at me.

     "OK, I'll ask, but you keep quiet unless you have something sensible
to say."  He turned to Tom.  "We had this lesson the other day about
personal relationships.  The teacher said that one shouldn't make someone
do anything unless there was trust.  Is that what you say."

     Tom said it was very true.  Stuart then went on to ask what he should
do if he was with a girl and they wanted to make love.  Tom asked if he
meant 'fuck' or 'make love' because they were so different.  Stuart said he
wasn't sure.  What if it was an experiment?  Tom said you don't experiment
in that way.  That way you lose your virginity and that was a precious
thing and you shouldn't lose that without love and trust.

     "What about you?" Stuart asked.

     "The day Flip and I lost our virginity to each other was the day we
knew love and trust were the important things for us.  We've loved and
trusted each other from that day."  He put his hand out and held Stuart's
arm.  "We might have been younger than you are now but we knew then, even
though we might not have been able to explain it, and we've known it ever
since."

     Stuart nodded.  "Archie says the same.  He doesn't want to do it until
he's sure that he loves the girl.  I don't know - there's a girl in our
class and I want to fu..- I mean, I want to see what's it like."

     Tom gripped his arm.  "I've never fucked, or even loved a girl, but I
know what you mean.  You haven't said you love the girl.  You're curious.
And you hear about doing it all the time.  You see it on telly, you read it
in the papers. You've experienced sex of a kind with Kenny and Archie.
That's not love, even though you are such good friends with Archie.  If you
want a one-night stand to find out if the feelings are different from
having your best friend's hand on your prick then try it, but I think
you'll find you'll only experience a release of your spunk in a warm place.
Believe me, someone told me once that virginity is like a balloon, one
prick and it's gone for ever, but I think, if it 's done with love, then
losing your virginity will be much more memorable than that momentary
bang."

     Stuart leaned down and kissed Tom's forehead.

     "Thanks, I don't love that girl.  I want to love someone just like you
love Flip.  Perhaps I'll find someone."

     He came round to my side of the bed.  He kissed my forehead.  "Thanks
for keeping silent.  I know you agree with Tom.  And he is a sexy hunk,
isn't he?  Your friend Ghazi told me that and said you were the luckiest
man alive and you weren't bad yourself.  I agree, even though you are my
brother!  Eh, hunk!"

     I grabbed him and hauled him over onto the bed.

     "Cheeky monkey.  You need a good slapping like Wayne gets from his
sisters."

       I walloped him twice on his thinly clad butt.  Tom grabbed him from
me and rolled him over to his side of the bed.

     "Come on, Stuart, I'll protect you, then we'll give old Coppernob the
treatment."

     The next five minutes and I thought the bed would collapse.  They
launched themselves on me and I was tickled, pinched, turned and sat on, my
bare bum being walloped in turn by a crowing Stuart and a yodelling Tom.
By dint of a tremendous heave and turn I managed to dislodge Stuart,
catching him round the waist with my legs and encircling Tom's torso,
pinning his arms with mine.  I pulled Tom down over me and clenched my legs
together tight to hold Stuart.

     "Got the pair of you!"  It was my turn to crow.  They were laughing
too much to retaliate immediately but my victory was short-lived.  Stuart
put a hand down and clutched at my balls.

     "Let us go or I squeeze!"

     "That's not fair," I riposted.

     "All's fair in love and war!" he shouted out, "And you won't be making
love anymore if I squeeze!  Sorry Tom, but it's my insides he squashing!"

     I let go of both and they rolled off me clutching each other.

     There was strangled cry from Stuart as they lay entangled on the bed
beside me.  "I'm sorry Tom, I couldn't help it."

     They rolled apart.  Stuart's shorts were half way down his thighs and
the last two squirts of a spontaneous orgasm landed on the bed between us.
The rest was evident on their torsos where it had pumped out between them
as Stuart's hips had bucked with the reflexive force involved.

     Tom put his arms round him.  "Don't worry, Stuart, you couldn't help
it.  God, you're just like your brother, look at the amount you came!  And
the force!  Good job you were facing downwards or you'd have painted the
ceiling!"

     Stuart was still gasping.  I put a hand out over his shoulder.  "It's
OK Stuart.  You must love us to do something like that."

     He sniffed and said very quietly.  "I think of you all the time.  How
you love one another.  I want to love someone just like that.  I do love
you both."

     Tom was looking at me over Stuart's shoulder.  I nodded....

     I saw Tom put Stuart's hand on his own erect cock.  "Show me how you
love me."

     Stuart could only have caressed Tom's wonderful shaft a few times
before Tom gasped.  Stuart kissed him and they lay together for some
minutes.  Stuart slowly disengaged himself and moved to me.

     "I love you too, big brother," he whispered.

     His gentle touch on my shaft released my own copious torrent which
jetted all over him.  He lay back and put his arms under our necks until
Tom and I rolled toward him and clasped us all together.

     I nuzzled his ear.  "Ghazi said that Tom was a sexy hunk, eh?"

     "Yeah, he said you were as well, but I wasn't going to tell you that
'cause your head's two sizes too large for your hat already..."

     I gave his ear lobe a pinch between my lips.  "You're a cheeky hound,
but I think you are as well, a real sexy hunk, my not-so-little brother.
In fact, you've grown since we saw all of you last."

     Stuart snickered.  "I know.  Auburn-haired little brothers will always
beat auburn- haired big brothers in the end!"

     "Don't cheek your brother," said Tom, for once on my side.  "Come
here, I think you need dealing with properly."

     With that he scooped Stuart across the bed and got up and straddled
his thighs.  Stuart lay motionless looking up at Tom's face.  Tom reached
down and circled Stuart's partially erect pale prick.  It stiffened fully
quickly as Tom pulled down and unsheathed his darker coloured knob.  Stuart
lay with his mouth half open, almost smiling and staring straight up into
Tom's eyes.  Slowly Tom's hand worked up and down on Stuart's now
lengthening teenage prick.  I was mesmerised because lying next to me was a
younger clone of myself, enjoying and savouring that act which Tom had so
often performed on me.

     Stuart's body was me, as I had been just over three years previously.
The defined chest, those dark pink nipples, that curly auburn bush
surmounting an ever eagre cock.  Looking downwards further, those beginning
to be muscled thighs with their light dusting of reddish hair, the lengthy
legs ending in those over-large feet, all these were me.

     Then, after about five minutes of Tom's slow, relentless stroking,
Stuart's hips and thighs bucked and he gasped four times as four pools of
glistening creamy liquid appeared on his stomach and between those
developing pecs.  Tom stopped his moving hand.
  They stared at each other and two smiles appeared.  Tom let go of
Stuart's still rigid young pole.  He dipped a finger in one of the pools
and smeared the boycream across Stuart's just-parted lips.  He leaned down
and kissed him lightly on those moist lips, then moved his body over me and
kissed me too.  I licked my lips as we parted and tasted a slight residue
of Stuart's offering.  We were silent for several moments then Stuart
spoke, or, rather, whispered....

          "...Thank you, my brother."

     The green running shorts had been discarded much earlier and lay
between Stuart and me.  I picked them up and wiped up the ample amount of
pearly cum from Stuart's body.  I rubbed down Tom's front where the mingled
spunk from the earlier encounter was still evident.  Finally, I cleaned up
the rapidly drying remains of my own effusion.

     Stuart was again the first to speak.

     "I'm going to have a shower and get dressed, then I'll cook breakfast
for us all.  I think we need a bit of sustenance, don't you?"

     He crawled out from between Tom's legs.  As he climbed over me,
deliberately dragging his slimy young cock across me, he kissed me quickly
on the cheek and I handed him the shorts.  Tom pulled the duvet over us as
we moved together and clasped each other and entwined our legs.  I pecked
him on the nose.

     "That was wonderful, Tom.  I know what you mean when you said that
about him and you the other day.  I could see he was so like me."

     "He's beautiful, just like you, my lovely Flip.  I knew you'd let me
do that because you know I love you both.  That was that.  Stuart and I
have closed a chapter but we've opened another as true brothers.  I am so
happy you both accept me and trust me."

     I kissed his nose and then each closed eye in turn.  In return, he
dabbed my nose with his tongue.

     "You know, Flip," he said, "Teenage boys are supposed to be stroppy,
horrible, uncooperative, you name it."  He giggled.  "I know you've had
your moments and I suppose I have too, of course,..." Here he licked the
tip of my nose again, "...with me, to a much lesser degree.  But we've got
through it and I think Stuart will, too.  True, I see you in him, you both
have that wonderful gentle streak and I can't see him hurting anyone, and
you know how to make and keep friends.  I'm proud to know you both."

     This was interrupted by Stuart, freshly laundered and stinking of
Tom's Aramis after- shave, bouncing in.

     "Come on you two, you can break up that clinch, or are you practising
a few holds to try on Beau?"  He dropped the green running shorts he was
holding over our faces then snatched them up again.  I felt a dampness hit
my cheek and I smelt the very familiar aroma of the results of boy sex.
"Shan't ever wash these.  They're my treasure.  Thanks!"

     We got up and, as we shared the bathroom and cleaned ourselves up we
decided to let Stuart look after some treasure of ours.

     True to his word, when we appeared, showered, shampooed and shaved,
there was a stack of bacon, eggs and sausages ready.  Before we began Tom
and I held out our hands simultaneously to Stuart who had our hot plates
ready to be loaded.  He looked carefully, put the plates down, and took the
two silver bullets.

     "We told you about Shuggie," Tom said, "He gave us these to remind us
of him and to make sure we never parted.  We want you to look after them.
If you ever think there is anything wrong between us you must tell us,
whatever.  You keep these safe and think of us.  You'll do that for us,
won't you?"

     Stuart nodded slowly and slipped the bullets into his jeans pocket.
He had been given an important task.  Who could know the future?  His eyes
looked moist but he smiled.  "Breakfast's ready and it'll be getting cold".

     We had just begun when Aunt Margaret appeared, dumping her medical bag
on the draining board.

     "Gosh, that smells good.  Got a plateful for me?"  She looked at the
three of us.  "You all look pleased about something!"

     We grinned and said nothing.  We just got on with the breakfast and
savoured the memories of a wonderful morning...

                         P5: Pete and the twins

     We hadn't finished breakfast long before there was a phone call.  It
was Pete inviting the three of us to lunch the next day.  Stuart said he'd
only met Pete at the commitment but he seemed very nice.  Although Stuart
knew he'd stayed at the bungalow with me we didn't let on that he was gay
as well.  If that came up we would deal with that at the time.  In any
case, I wanted to find out how Pete was getting on with Jamie.

     Pete said the twins were still staying with him as the Prof and his
wife had gone back to Edinburgh as soon as Christmas was over and they
would be there until they all went back to Kinloch.  Oh, God! I wondered if
Pete was able to keep them in check.

     There were just us six lads and Mrs Douglas at lunch, which was very
substantial.  When I thanked her afterwards she said she had learned the
quickest way to keep boys quiet was to feed them plenty.  In fact, the
twins were very well-behaved.  They took Stuart off to show him around the
house and the out-buildings while Tom and I had a chat with Pete in his
room.

     There were more drawings around the room including a very nice water
colour.

     "That's a Christmas present from Wayne," said Pete in explanation when
I commented on it.  "He's very good.  Dad says he should do some training."

     As well as the original ones of Tom and me there were two others as
well, but not the full-frontal of me.  There were also two of the twins.  I
asked if that was all he'd done.  He grinned and fished out a substantial
portfolio.  The top picture was the one of me.

     "Would you like it, Flip?  I can always do another from memory -
unless you've grown of course!"

     "Don't feed his ego," said Tom.  "I think it would be better if I took
a rubber to that, I still think you exaggerate!"

     I took a playful swipe at him.

     "Actually, Pete," he said, "In confidence..."  He dropped his voice to
a whisper.  "...I think he may have grown a couple of millimetres since you
saw him last.  Just give him the benefit of the doubt!"

     "Philistine," I said, "You wouldn't know a good picture if you saw
one."

     Pete took out the next picture - it was another one of Tom - his head
and shoulders.

     "Here you are, Tom, I don't think even a philistine would look like
this."

     Tom took it and looked at it carefully.  He murmured, "Oh, thanks,
Pete!  I know that's good!"

     I turned to Pete.  "And, what about you and Jamie?"

     He turned the pages in the portfolio and produced another carefully
drawn head and shoulders.  It was unmistakably Jamie.  It hit one quite
forcibly that it was done with love and affection.  Even Tom could see
that!

     "When we're ready we're going to have a ceremony as well.  Jamie was
rather upset I was invited but he wasn't.  I said I would ask you both to
ours."

     "Sorry, Pete, we should have asked you both but never thought. to tell
Ghazi who made all the arrangements.  I'll write to Jamie when school
starts again."

     Pete nodded.

     Tom asked, "And what about that pair?  Are they behaving?"

     Pete rolled his eyes.  "It's amazing, my mother says she's never known
two such well- behaved boys.  What the hell you did to them, Flip, I don't
know, but you've got another couple of ardent fans."  He looked at Tom.
"And you!  It's me and Jamie and the others all over again with him!  It's
Flip this and Flip that, but, it's also Tom said this and Tom said that, as
well."

     We both laughed.

     "I only did what you asked me to do, Pete," I said.  "But anything
else?"

     He knew what I meant.  He shook his head.

     "Not with me.  I know they're at it between themselves but they know
I'm off-limits.  They've suggested...." He shrugged his shoulders, "...but
they know I'm not interested in them.  Still, I like them and we've had
some great fun.  They have an idea about me and Jamie but they'll have to
find out more in good time."

     Tom told him about his inheritance and said he and Jamie would be
welcome to come and stay at the croft house we were keeping, perhaps during
this coming summer vacation.  Pete looked very pleased at this.

     We came away happy for Pete and interested that the twins were still
under control.  I had my portrait and Tom had the head and shoulders sketch
of him.  Stuart was pleased as he had invitations to visit Pete and the
twins any time.

               Finale: Little Dick's Nuptials

     I had told Aunt Margaret Tom and I were intending to drive down to
Bury St Edmunds, taking Stuart and Paul as well.  No way, was her response.
She certainly wasn't going to allow us to take my 'rattle-trap', as she
called it, over one thousand miles there and back, in the middle of winter.
No way.  Full stop.

     I said I'd promised to take Paul and leave him there because he would
be going on to London.  No way.  What about the Land Rover?  She gave me a
withering look and mentioned insurance.  No way.  Fly down, or walk.

     Tom and Stuart looked on as the battle raged.  It wasn't a battle.
Battles are two- sided.  They laughed.  I was getting nowhere.  They were
sensible, I wasn't.
  All right.  Compromise.  With a couple of phone calls, one to Paul, one
to Glasgow, it was all arranged.  We would fly down, then train to Bury,
ergo, solved.  Tom looked relieved.  Stuart looked happy.  He had been
invited too, a phone call to Charles thanking him for the letter had also
included a word of congratulation to be passed on from Stuart.  Stuart had
never met Little Dick but he was determined not to be left out and he
wasn't.  Charles promptly said he must come too, invitation on the way.
That invitation had been prominently displayed on his new shelves since it
arrived.  No way was Stuart going to miss the event!  Titles!!

     In all my years with Aunt Margaret that was my only altercation.
Slight, but significant.  I knew who was boss!  My teenage years would last
only one more year soon.  I was doing well.

     Anyway, Tom and I drove the other two down to Glasgow Airport, parked
the car at an exorbitant rate and had a pleasant flight.  The trip across
London by four kilted lads on the Underground evinced some looks especially
from the numerous foreign travellers.  We arrived at the hotel booked for
us in Bury well in time and met up with the others there.

     The six other members of the seven, Ghazi, Hamed, Clyde, Paul, Fergie
and me, together with Tom, Stuart and another hanger-on, as he said,
Bernard, all had a most convivial evening.  We heard that Little Dick, at
the insistence of Ann's father, had had his Stag Night the night before and
the combined forces of the Rugby Club and the Young Farmers' Club had just
about drunk the town dry.  Little Dick, or Richie as he was now known, was
last seen being pushed round the city in a large pram with a larger than
life dummy stuck in his mouth.  Apparently he had baulked at being stripped
and wearing a nappy so the pram was filled with a mixture of beer and
shaving foam and he had been unceremoniously dumped in it.  Obviously, a
great night was had by all!

     We arrived the next day at the village church in a couple of taxis.
The sight of nine kilted lads was a surprise for the assembled guests,
especially as two of them were rather dusky and another an obvious
American.  We greeted Little Dick who had also just arrived and I met
Charles, his best man, for the first time.  He was large, built like a prop
forward, and was just like one imagined a young, jolly East Anglian farmer
to be like.  His father was an older image of him and he passed us over to
a dress-suited young man who ushered us into the lovely ancient thirteenth
century church and seated us on the bridegroom's side behind Little Dick's
parents and his three remaining grandparents.  The music was tremendous.
Nelson was playing and I felt very moved.

     Ann was only three minutes late.  She was escorted in by her father
and the ceremony began.  I thought back to our ceremony and put my hand out
and clasped Tom's.  I saw that Clyde and Hamed beside us had done the same.
Perhaps we would share some of the blessing being given to Richard and Ann.

     As we came out, with the sound of the organ and the bells in the tower
pealing, the lads from the two clubs lined up and the bride and bridegroom
and the guests passed through an arch of pitch forks, rakes, and held aloft
rugby balls.  Lord and Lady Fordham were truly married!

       We were driven to the reception in a fleet of taxis with the bridal
pair in a horse- drawn carriage in front.  There was a superb meal after
being introduced to all their relatives and friends.  The disco in the
evening was noisy and the drink flowed freely.  The older members of the
assembled throng tended to retire to quieter pastures but we younger ones
joined in and jigged and jived in the modern way to clashing sounds and
repetitious rhythms.  Of course, as the merriment grew we knew there were
the usual questions in the air about Scots lads and their accoutrements.
Finally, in a pause from the din of the disco, as the DJ stopped to get
more noise-making records ready, we nine were surrounded by about twenty-
five of the Suffolk lads, obviously adept at training their sheepdogs to do
the same thing, who linked arms and circled us chanting, 'Sing, sing, or
show us your ring!'

     Not to be outdone, we nine also linked arms with our backs to the
chanting mob and, at a signal from Clyde, hoisted up our kilts to display
nine pale pink or dusky brown bare butts to satisfy their curiosity.  A
great cheer went up and we were engulfed in a torrent of hugs and
back-slapping.

     Much, much later Tom and I crawled into bed a bit tired and emotional,
i.e. rather drunk.  We had deposited young Stuart in the room next to us,
in an even more inebriated state, unable to undress himself, so we'd
managed to unbuckle his kilt and get that and his shirt off.  Tom
whispered, "Auburn-haired little brothers certainly grow".

     But, later that night, and again in the early hours of the morning,
with the memory of a wonderful day with all our friends, we celebrated
Richard and Ann's commitment with slow, gentle love-giving and
love-receiving observances of our own.  Tom and Flip, as one.

				 The End.

Note; I have enjoyed writing this sequel.  Like Topsy, it just grew!  I
must now get back to finishing the even longer saga I have been working on
for some time.  Look out for 'Aladdin's Awakening' (High School) in the
future.  Until then, thanks for reading, thanks for the messages, thanks!