Date: Tue, 16 Apr 2002 16:51:52 -0700 (PDT)
From: rimpigfl <rimpigfl@yahoo.com>
Subject: MOST LIKELY TO SUCCEED 4

This is a fictional story. Perhaps somewhere, sometime it actually
happened. But I have no idea that it did. The story is about two young
males who love each other. If that offends you, then I feel really, really
sorry for you. And I guess that fact that the two males are related will
just drive you 'round the bend'. What a shame!

For the rest of you, sit back and enjoy. For those who know my writings,
you know what to expect from me on this subject. For those of you who've
never read me before (write me and I'll give you a listing of all my
stories) you have no idea what to expect. That's the most fun of all!

MOST LIKELY TO SUCCEED
Part 4
by RimPig (c) 2002

A few days later, it was Saturday morning, Brian and I heard our Dad knock
on our bedroom door. It was very early. The sun was just coming up. We
answered and Dad came into the room.  We didn't bother to get out of bed
because we knew he wouldn't mind seeing us in bed together.  He sat down on
the edge of the bed and smiled at us.

"I hope you do something so that your mother won't realize that only one
bed is getting slept in?"  he asked.

"Don't worry, Dad." Brian said with a grin. "We alternate beds each night
so that they both look slept in."

"That good. I just don't want you mother to start asking questions which
might embarrass the both of you." he said. "But I want you two to get up
and get dressed. I want to take you somewhere and we're going to be gone
all day."

"Where are we going?" I asked.

"That's a surprise. Don't ask any questions now. Just get dressed. I've got
some coffee brewed but we'll have breakfast on the road. Ok?" he asked,
looking at both of us.

"Ok." Brian said. "But we have to take a shower first."

"Well...take a shower but not one of the usual ones you two take, hmm?" he
said with a wink of his eye.

Brian and I both blushed.

"Ok, Dad! Just a shower!" Brian moaned.

"Good. I'll wait for you downstairs." he said, getting up off the bed and
leaving the room.

"What do you suppose this is all about?" Brian asked.

"I don't know. I guess we just should go along with it." I answered.

I wasn't exactly telling the truth. I didn't know where we were going, but
I had my suspicions.  But I decided to keep them to myself for the time
being.

Brian and I took a shower together, just like we had come to do every
morning, though without as much horsing around as usual. But I just
couldn't look at Brian's morning hardon or smell his sweaty scent without
getting my hands and mouth on him and he seemed to have the same
problem. So the shower did include two quick blowjobs along with some
licking of some very sensitive areas of each other's bodies.

We finally made it to the kitchen where Dad stood there grinning at the
both of us.

"Well...I hope you two got that out of your systems for a while? We've got
kind of a long ride ahead of us." he said.

Knowing that we were 'busted', Brian and I grinned at each other and at
Dad. He gave us each a cup of coffee in a travel cup and we headed for the
garage. We expected to take Dad's car.  Instead, he had us get in his
custom conversion travel van which he and Mom used for vacations
sometimes. He told us he didn't mind if no one rode 'shot-gun' up front
with him, so Brian and I sat on the bench seat behind him. Because the van
not only had heavily tinted windows but blinds as well for complete
privacy, we were able to ride with me laying my head on Brian's chest and
his arm around me holding me. I could see Dad looking back at us in the
rear view mirror every so often and smiling to himself. I think he probably
saw us kissing a few times as well.

We got on the interstate and soon were out of the city. After about an
hour, Dad took one of the exits and we were then traveling on single-lane
roads through what appeared to be farming country. We stopped at a
restaurant in a small town for breakfast and then continued on our way, Dad
still not saying where we were going. But Brian and I were definitely
enjoying ourselves. It was heaven just to be close to one another and
driving through such beautiful country. In between the rolling hills and
the farms were deeply wooded areas that were alive with foliage.

Around lunchtime, we finally came to a small town. Dad stopped at a
restaurant and we had lunch. I noticed that Dad kept looking around at some
of the people who were coming and going from the restaurant, almost like he
was looking for someone that he knew. My suspicions about what this place
was were confirmed after lunch when Dad drove a little ways out of town and
pulled the van into the gravel parking lot of a small, run-down wooden
church. The church had at one time been white but needed a coat of paint
badly. We got out of the van, and Dad stood looking at the church for a
long time without saying anything. I was the one who finally brought him
out of his reverie.

"This was you're father's church, wasn't it, Dad?" I asked quietly.

"Yes, Chris, it was." he said without looking at me.

"This is where David is buried, isn't it?" I asked, though it really wasn't
a question. I had figured all along that this is where he was bringing us.

"Yes, Chris." Dad replied, finally turning to me.

He pointed up to a grassy knoll. "He's buried right up there on the top of
that hill." he said.

We made our way into the churchyard and up the hill. At the very top, under
the shade of an old oak tree, we found the grave. The headstone was a large
pieces of dark red granite which looked like it was just carved and placed
there recently. On the stone was carved the name "David Conroy" and below
that the words "Beloved Brother" along with the dates of birth and death.
Across the bottom of the large block of granite was carved "And Jonathan
loved David more than his own soul. 1Samuel 20:17".

We stood there a long time, not saying a word. Then finally my Dad started
speaking. But he wasn't speaking to us. His eyes were on the grave and he
was speaking to his dead brother/lover.

"David, these are my sons. This is Brian and Chris. I told you about
them. What wonderful boys they are and how much they love each other. Just
like us, David." Dad said quietly and then he got down on his knees next to
the grave. "I still love you, David. I always will. I've never forgotten
what you told me." and then Dad started to softly weep.

Brian and I looked at each other and both went to our knees beside our Dad,
both of us putting our arms around him and holding him while he cried. I
looked over at Brian. When he looked over at me, I could see there were
tears in his eyes as there were in mine. We both wished we could have known
David. We both wished that he and Dad would have had more time together.
And I think we both realized again how lucky we were to have each other.

We knelt there holding Dad for a long time. None of us said a word. Brian
and I just waited for Dad to calm down. After a while, he stopped crying
and seemed to finally notice that we were both holding him. He leaned over
and kissed Brian's cheek and then turned and kissed mine.

We rose to our feet and helped Dad to his. We stood a while longer, looking
down at the granite marker.

"This is new, isn't it Dad?" I asked.

"Yes, Chris, it is. There was a concrete one that someone, probably my
father, had placed here years ago. It only had David's name and his dates
on it. I didn't know. I had never been back here until just after you got
out of the hospital, Brian. I took off from work one day without saying
anything to your mother and I came down here to finally see if there was a
grave. I was always afraid that my father had just let the county bury
David in an unmarked, pauper's grave. But I guess it wouldn't have been
very politic for him to let his son be buried that way - especially in the
eyes of his congregation. And trust me, what other people thought was all
he ever cared about!  Not what was right or wrong!" Dad began to show his
deep anger and then stopped and seemed to pull himself together.

"Anyway, I came up here and I found the miserable little headstone that had
been put on his grave and I when I left the graveyard that afternoon, I
went immediately to a stonemason and had this new one made. It was just a
couple of days ago that the stonemason called me and told me it was
finished and would be installed. That's why I wanted to come up here today,
to see it." Dad said.

"Thank you for bringing us with you." Brian said.

"To be honest, at first, I really didn't plan to have you come with me. I
was going to come up here alone. Then I began to think about it. After our
little talk the other day, Chris, I felt I wanted to share this with you
guys. And I realized, I didn't want to come up here again alone. That first
time, I literally lay on David's grave and cried for over an hour. I know
that I'm still not over his death. I may never be. I still love him and I
always will. Don't get me wrong. I do love your mother. She's a wonderful
woman, kind and caring. And she did give me both of you. But it just isn't
the same. I'm sure that you two understand that. You may be the only one's
who would."  Dad said, looking into both Brian and my eyes.

"Yes, Dad. We do understand." I said, putting my arms around him and
hugging him.

We left the graveyard and started the drive home. I noticed how much closer
and tighter Brian held me on the trip home. I understood what he was
feeling because I know I clung closer to him than I had. We had already
come too close to being lost to each other forever, we could only imagine
what Dad had to go through all these years.

We finally arrived home late that day. We found a note from Mom saying she
was at the hospital.  We piled back into the van and sped the two miles to
there. It was strange, we'd come here so often to be with Brian, we
couldn't imagine what was going on with Mom.

We went to information and they directed us to Mom's room. Our family
doctor was with her along with another doctor who we didn't know. He turned
out to be an oncologist. The doctors told us what they had told Mom. She
had pancreatic cancer.

During the time that Brian had been hospitalized, I knew that Mom had been
going to the doctor for tests. She had told both me and my father that the
tests were routine and had to do with menopause. She had not told either
one of us how serious this was or what the doctor's had suspected. What we
found out was that she had collapsed at work while we had been visiting our
uncle's grave and the ambulance had brought her here.

The doctors were very honest with us. There was nothing that they could
do. They had already told Mom that her survival time was six months to a
year. That had been, unbeknownst to us, the day before Brian's accident
which meant that she'd already known about it for four months. With the
collapse today, the doctors were down grading her chances of survival to
six months or less.

The news hit us like a ton of bricks. It hit my Dad worst of all. He had
just gotten back from the grave of the only other person he had ever loved
only to find that he was about to lose the other.  He held up ok while we
were talking to the doctors. But the doctors suggested that we go home and
let Mom get some rest. We could come back tomorrow. They promised she would
only have to be in the hospital for a few days and then we could bring her
home.

We went back down to the parking lot and it was there that Dad lost it. He
collapsed against the side of the van crying and all Brian and I could do
was hold him. Finally, Brian, who could drive, took Dad's keys. We put him
in the passenger seat and took him home. Brian had to almost carry Dad into
the house. We put him in bed and then Brian called our family doctor. He
called in a prescription for some sedatives so that Dad could get some
rest. Brian went and picked them up and I stayed with Dad while he did.

I offered to make Dad something to eat but he said that he wasn't hungry. I
wasn't either. When Brian got home, we gave Dad the sedative and got him
comfortable for the night. The sedative was an effective one. He was asleep
before we even got the light off in his and Mom's bedroom.

I asked Brian if he wanted anything to eat and he also declined. We didn't
know what to do with ourselves, so we just naturally gravitated to our own
room. We got undressed and got into bed together. Brian held me in his arms
and we talked.

We began to reminisce about growing up. About all the good times we'd had
as a family. We talked about the special times each of us had with Mom and
we cried together. As we lay there in each others arms, we began slowly to
make love to each other. There was a desperation about it, but it wasn't
out of horniness. It was like we were seeking escape and comfort in each
other's bodies and trying desperately to give each other the comfort that
we sought.

As Brian entered me, I could see that he still had tears in his eyes and I
reached up and pulled him down on top of me as I wrapped my legs around his
waist. I took his face in my hands and began to kiss him. Gently at first,
just my lips against his. Like that first kiss he'd given me that night in
the hospital when he'd just come out of the coma. Gradually the kiss
deepened until we were passionately almost seeming to want to devour each
other.

Brian's lovemaking was raw and almost animalistic but it matched my mood
exactly. He pounded me hard with his cock and I rose to meet each
thrust. For the first time, there was some pain in the way that he fucked
me, but I welcomed the pain. I wanted it to hurt. I wanted to feel anything
other than the sorrow I was feeling which threatened to engulf me. Brian,
on the other hand, appeared to feel nothing but anger and took that anger
out on my body. I was grateful that I could do that for him - give him some
way to release the anger he was feeling.

Our climax came together, each of us lost in our own pain but deeply tied
together in our feelings.  I really needed Brian and I know how much he
needed me. It was if we were somehow solidifying our bond to each other so
that, in the coming bad days, we would always have each other to fall back
on.

Brian collapsed on top of me and, after a few moments, I could feel his
tears wetting my shoulder and his body jerking with his sobs. I wrapped my
arms around him and let him cry himself out.  Soon I felt his body relax
and realized that he had fallen asleep on top of me, his face buried in my
shoulder. I turned my head and kissed his hair and lay there holding him. I
soon fell asleep myself.

I awoke the next morning, still feeling Brian's weight on top of me. He
hadn't stirred all night.  We were still in the position that we fell
asleep in. His cock, which now was stiff as usual in the morning, was still
buried inside me. I turned my head, and began to gently lick Brian's
neck. He woke slowly, he hips making small stabs in and out of my ass. He
turned his head and looked at me.

"Did I sleep on top of you all night long?" he asked.

"I guess you did. I woke up to find you exactly like you were when I went
to sleep." I answered.

"I'm sorry. Let me get up. You must feel crushed." he said, making an
effort to rise.

I grabbed him and held him down against my body.

"Oh, no you don't! I don't mind the feeling of you on top of me at all! And
you've started something here and I expect you to finish what you started!"
I grinned at him while I clamped hard on his cock with the muscles inside
my butt.

He groaned at the feeling and smiled down at me.

"Ok, I'm sorry. Yes, I shouldn't start things unless I finish them, should
I?" he asked.

"No! I might get the feeling that you don't love me anymore!" I joked with
him.

But Brian didn't take it that way. He wasn't in a joking mood that
morning. Instead, he looked first shocked - then hurt.

"How can you think that! I love you more now than I ever have before! And I
promise I'll love you even more tomorrow!" he vowed.

I reached up and stroked his hair.

"Shh! Brian. I'm joking! I know you love me. I don't even need that large
part of your body in mine to prove it, either. But don't get any ideas - I
do love it where it is! I love you, too! I always have and I always
will. Now shut up and fuck me, ok?" I asked, gently smiling at him as I
said it.

"Ok. That's more like it!" he said, smiling back.

Brian slowly made love to me, seeming to want to draw every bit of pleasure
out of my body. I think we both wanted to spend as much time lost in each
other before we had to go back to facing the reality of what was going on
in our family. As I lay there, floating on the love and tender emotions
that Brian caused in me, I thought to myself that as wrong as people might
think our relationship was, if I had to go through the pain of losing my
mother, at least I had Brian to not only help me deal with the pain, but
understand completely what I was going through.

After making love we took a shower together. No matter what, we did this
every day. We both found such pleasure in running out hands over each
other's bodies under the warm spray of water.  This day, however, we didn't
make love in the shower as well. We only kissed and held each other some
more to give us the strength to deal with what awaited us outside the door
to our room.

We went downstairs and found Dad. He seemed still half-drugged from the
sedative. He hadn't even managed to get coffee started. Brian went and made
coffee, while I sat down at the kitchen table with him. I pulled my chair
up close to him and leaned my head against his shoulder and took one of his
hands in mine. He put his arm around me and I moved my head to his
chest. He leaned down and kissed the top of my head. We sat there in
silence for a while, just holding on to one another.

David came over and brought steaming mugs of coffee for each of us. He
smiled at me and sat down on the other side of Dad and gently kissed him on
the cheek. Dad looked over at Brian and I could see tears begin to fall
from his eyes.

"I've never told you this, Brian, but you have no idea how much you look
like David. There have been times I've thought for a moment when I'd see
you unexpectedly that you were David, come back to me." he said.

"Is that why you've looked at me so strangely at times, Dad? I noticed that
sometimes when I was younger. It bothered me because I thought you were
somehow disappointed in me." Brian admitted.

"Oh, God! Son! I had not idea! I'm so sorry! No, I wasn't disappointed at
all! I've never been disappointed in you about anything! Please, you have
to believe that. It was just you reminded me so much of him." Dad said
earnestly.

"It's ok, Dad. Since you told us about David, I kind of figured out for
myself what was going on.  I thought that I might look something like him
since I didn't look much like Mom at all. Chris looks a lot more like Mom
than I do." he said.

I was surprised. No one, especially Brian, had ever told me that before.

"Brian, you don't look 'something like' David. You look exactly like
David. Or you look like he would have if he'd ever lived to be your age."
Dad said.

"Does that bother you, Dad?" Brian asked.

"No, I've gotten used to it. In many ways, I considered myself lucky. I
don't have any problems remembering what he looked like. But don't get me
wrong. I don't look at you and see him. I know you are Brian and I love you
very much for who you are. You have grown into a very special kind of man,
son. I am very proud of you." Dad said, reaching out and squeezing Brian's
shoulder.

"And I'm proud of you as well." Dad said, kissing the top of my head again.

We sat there for a while, drinking coffee and talking about mundane
things. I guess that none of us wanted to bring up the one topic we knew we
had to talk about and couldn't bring ourselves to. Finally, it was Dad who
broke the topic.

"I talked with your mother's oncologist again this morning. She still not
doing well. While he had told us six months yesterday, he admitted to me
that was just to keep your mother's spirits up.  He really gives her less
than a month. He has great doubt as to whether or not we will be able to
bring her home at all." he said quietly.

Brian and I sat there stunned. The news yesterday had been bad enough. But
now, we were talking about weeks - not months! The whole reality of the
situation came crashing down on me and I began to cry. Brian quickly got up
and came around the table and pulled me up out of my chair and took me in
his arms. He held me and kissed me while quietly talking to me, helping me
to gain control over myself.

Neither of us thought about it, but this was the first time that Dad had
ever seen us be really intimate with each other, except for yesterday in
the car. When I had finally calmed down, I sat back down at the table and
Brian pulled a chair up next to mine, keeping his arm around me for
emotional support. I noticed that Dad looked at us with a soft, wistfulness
in his eyes. I knew what he was thinking. I know he was remembering being
in David's arms. I felt my feelings rise up again, but strongly pushed them
down. That wouldn't help Dad at all, to see me break down again. Instead, I
reached out and took his hand in mine again. He smiled at me.

The next three weeks were a nightmare. We spent most of our time at the
hospital. The oncologist was right. We were never able to bring Mom home
from the hospital again. She died quietly one evening while we were all
there around her, Dad holding one of her hands and Brian the other.

While I couldn't know for sure, I think that Mom did know about me and
Brian. One of the last things she said to us was, "I know you'll love and
take care of each other always. I want you to take care of your Dad,
too.". We both promised her that we would. Only a few hours later, she
died.

Brian and I took Dad home. We again gave him a sedative and put him to
bed. Then we went to our own bed and held each other and cried until we
fell asleep in each other's arms. The next morning, the three of us, Brian,
Dad and I again met in the kitchen over coffee. We planned out the funeral
for Mom and then Dad went to the funeral home to make the arrangements.

The funeral was held a few days later. Many people from Mom's office and
Dad's work came.  But there were no relatives. Dad's family was all gone
and Mom's family was as well. Brian and I stayed mostly in the
background. These were very few people that Brian and I knew. Some of the
kids that I went to school with came with their parents as did some of the
parent's of some of Brian's old team members.

After the funeral, I helped Dad pack up Mom's things and send them to a
shelter for battered women. We had a rough time going through all the
things she'd kept over the years: report cards, drawings and cards that
Brian and I gave her, both of our first 'booties'. All the things that
mother's keep and cherish. Dad put them all in a box and gave them to me.

"You put them in your and Brian's room. They're yours now. They were
precious to your mom, I hope they will be to you, too." he said.

"Thanks, Dad. Yes, we'll keep them. Is there anything you'd like to keep?"
I asked.

"I have all of your mother's jewelry and all of our pictures from our life
together. That will be enough. And, of course, there's this house. It will
always remind me of her." he said, looking around their bedroom.

"Dad, are you going to be ok?" I asked.

"Yes, Chris, I will. I've still got you boys. Of course, I know you'll
eventually move away for college, but we'll cross that bridge when we come
to it." he said.

"Dad, Brian and I were talking about that last night. We're not going
anywhere. Why should we?  We don't have to hide our relationship with you
and we both can go to college locally. We want to be together and we can do
that here easier than anyplace else. And besides, we don't want to leave
you. Whether you admit it or not, you need us - now more than ever. So,
sorry Dad. There will be no 'empty nest syndrome' around here. You're just
going to have to put up with us on a permanent basis." I smiled.

"Chris, are you and Brian sure about this? I don't want you two to not have
a life because of me!"  he said.

"What are you talking about? We have a great life here. And you're a part
of it. You're as much our friend as our father. And besides, it's a lot
cheaper living here!" I grinned.

"Ok, I'll admit it. I'm not the least interested in being alone. I would
miss you both terribly. I'm not the least bit unhappy to have you both here
as long as you want to stay." he admitted.

"Then that's settled. Nobody's going anywhere. We'll be the Three
Musketeers, one for all and all for one!" I reached over and gave him a
kiss on the cheek.

Brian walked into the room at this point. He looked at the two of us
smiling.

"I take it you told Dad what we decided?" he asked me.

"Yes, I just told Dad we're going to be like the Three Musketeers." I
smiled at Brian.

"Dad, we really mean it. We don't see any reason to leave. You need us. And
we need you.  You're the only one who knows about us. And you're love and
acceptance means more to us than anything. I can't imagine a better life
than having you and Chris close to me all the time. I guess what I went
through, almost losing both of you and now losing Mom, it's changed the way
I look at things." he said.

"I understand, son. But I thought you really wanted to go to Yale?" Dad
asked.

"Dad, I wanted to go anywhere that was a far away from Chris as I could
get." Brian explained to Dad as he had to me.

"Why? You love him!" Dad face filled with shock as he looked from Brian to
me and back.

"That's why I wanted to be as far from him as I could be. I didn't have the
courage to tell him how I felt. I never thought he could ever feel the same
way. And even if he did, I had no idea that you would accept it. I was
running away, Dad. Now there's nothing to run away from. Everything I want
most in the world is here. Right in this house." Brian said, reaching over
and putting his arms around me.

"Well, I'm so glad you two finally were able to break through your fear of
your feelings for each other. I know it was painful for both of you. But
you have no idea how painful it was to watch it.  So many times I wanted to
just sit you both down and tell you that you loved each other and to quit
being afraid of it. But I still think that you finding out yourselves was
the most important thing for both of you. I think you treasure your love
for each other all the more because of how hard it was for you. So, what do
you think? Did I do the right thing by letting go and not interfering?" he
asked.

Brian and I looked at each other for a moment and then smiled. Together we
reached over and hugged Dad. That seemed to be answer enough for him.

For the next month or so, life was really strange. We'd never been without
Mom and life seemed to be missing something. Oh, life went on. I took over
making dinner for us because I was the only one that was interested enough
to get Mom to teach me to cook when I was younger. Brian was always to busy
playing football. We all shared the housekeeping and laundry. Gradually,
life fell into a new routine and the emptiness got less. Dad still was
depressed but we saw him fighting it. Brian and I spent more time with him
because we were very aware of how much he needed us.  But we had a talk one
night and decided that we should not show any affection to each other
around Dad because we felt it would remind him that Mom was gone.

After a few weeks of this however, Dad spoke to us at the dinner table one
night.

"I have something I want to say and I don't want either of you to interrupt
until I say it." he said looking at Brian and I. We both nodded our heads.

"I have noticed that something is missing around this house. Something that
used to bring me great joy and happiness. Now I want you both to
understand, it is hard enough for me to deal with your mother's being gone
without losing everything. And I think you two know what I'm talking
about. The greatest joy in my life was watching the two of you when you
expressed your love and affection for each other. I know that you think
this would remind me that I'm alone now. But the fact is, quite the
opposite is true. By taking that away from me, you've made me feel even
more alone. I know you were only doing what you felt would help, but
believe me, it doesn't work that way. So, I want you two to go back to how
you were before. This is your home, too. You have a right to be comfortable
to express your love for each other here. God knows, there's precious few
other places you can do that. Do you both understand?" he asked, looking at
us.

We both hung our heads. We had no idea that Dad felt this way. Brian
reached down, took my hand in his and brought both our hands, joined
together, to the top of the table. He raised my hand to his lips and kissed
the ring that Dad had given us. Then he looked at Dad.

"We're sorry, Dad. We were only trying to help. You know that we love
you. We just didn't want to hurt you." Brian spoke for both of us.

"I know, son. But next time, when you are making decisions about my
feelings, you might ask me first how I feel. Ok?" Dad said, smiling.

"Ok." I answered.

"Ok, that's the first bit of business." Dad said, smiling back. "Now, for
the second. I've decided that I have every right to do what I told you I
wanted to do. I'm going to give you both a honeymoon, of sorts. I picked up
three airline tickets today. We leave in a month for three weeks in
London." he grinned.

Brian and I were both astounded. And overjoyed. The idea of traveling and
seeing this very romantic and historical place was overwhelming! We both
excitedly started talking at once and Dad had to hold his hands up to bring
some order to things.

"I know you're both excited. I am too. I'd hoped to make this trip with
your mother as a second honeymoon because we'd gone there on our first one
and we always wanted to go back. But I think she would have been very happy
for us to go anyway. She loved both of you. And I think I can now tell you
what she made me promise I wouldn't. Before she died, she asked me outright
about the relationship between the two of you. I knew she already knew,
mothers seem to know those kind of things and, as I told you before, it was
impossible to be around the two of you and not realize that something was
going on. It was hard for her at first to accept it, but she finally came
to the realization that nothing was going to change things. She loved you
both so much, she couldn't help but accept that you loved each other." Dad
told us."She didn't want you to know she knew because it wasn't something
she felt comfortable talking about."

"Oh, Dad. That's wonderful. We kind of figured that she knew from something
she said to us before she died when we were alone with her." I told Dad
what she had said and he agreed with me that this was her way of giving us
her blessing.

Over the next month, we got passports and I must have packed and re-packed
a dozen times.  Brian reminded me that we were only going for three weeks -
we weren't moving to London. I finally calmed down enough to figure out
that I needed about half what I had packed. Of course, I didn't come to
this realization until the night before we left.

And Brian and I did what Dad asked. We were no longer afraid to show how we
felt about each other in front of him again. I don't think even of us
realized how hard it had been to hide our love for each other until after
we stopped. We promised ourselves we would never do that again.

The End of Part 4.

And so the boys and their Dad set off for their adventure in London. Brian
and Chris were going to have the honeymoon that their father wanted them to
have. Watch for Chapter 5 to see how this all turns out.

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