Date: Mon, 23 Dec 2002 10:46:15 -0800 (PST)
From: Thomas Gaige <togaige@yahoo.com>
Subject: My Step-Brother Jacob - Chapter One
DISCLAIMER: The following story is FICTIONAL. It contains descriptions of
sexual activities between teenage boys, as well as between a teenage boy
and girl. If you are not over 18 years of age, or if you find this type of
story offensive, or viewing this material is illegal where you are, then
please DON'T READ IT! If you choose to read it, then please enjoy. Please
note that this is the first chapter in a series. The series will be
predominantly about the author's gay relationship with his fictitious
younger step-brother. Although in this first chapter, the author does have
a compelling straight relationship, the balance of the series will revert
to the theme of a gay relationship between two teenage boys.
My Step-Brother Jacob
Chapter I
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My name's John. I just turned 17. I'm 6'2", 175 lbs, with very long
straight dark brown (almost black) hair, and blue eyes. I'm tanned. I
wear an earring (small gold hoop) in my left ear and have two tatoos. One
of an eagle landing on a tree branch on my left upper arm, and one of a
fire-breathing dragon on right shoulderblade. I can grow a full beard if I
want to, but generally I shave every 3 - 4 days, so I usually have some
stubble on my face. My cock is 9" long, thick and I'm cut. When it's hard
it sticks straight out. I have a large scrotum and large testicles.
I want to tell you about me and my younger step-brother Jacob, but first, I
need to begin with some history about myself.
My parents divorced when I was a little kid. I lived with my mother and
grandmother, at my grandmother's house. My mother worked, and my
grandmother took care of me, until she died when I was about 12. My father
was in the Army, and I never saw too much of him, as he was stationed
overseas. He did call, write, and send me stuff. He also came by whenever
he was in town. Surprisingly, we got along OK.
I got along well with most kids, as I was the biggest kid in my class. I
only had one friend in my neighborhood who was a boy. The rest were girls.
His name was Mike, and he lived right next door. We were best friends, and
were inseparable. We did everything together, including discovering
masturbation and blow jobs.
I still remember the first time we did anything sexual. We were 8. He
showed me how he'd lay naked on this fluffy rug on the floor in front of
his bed, with his hard little pecker sticking out to the left, between his
body and the rug, the underside of it buried in the fluff of the rug.
After he was positioned, he'd tense up his body and wiggle his hips
sideways, back and forth, grinding his little dick into the rug. After a
minute or two, he'd have an orgasm. Of course it was a dry orgasm. The
first time I saw him do this, he shook so much during his orgasm, that I
thought he was having some kind of a fit. Anyway, he made me try
"Wiggling" as he called it, and damn - it did feel good. I had an orgasm
doing it too! From then on, we did that several times a day when we were
over at his house. I also made my mother get me a fluffy rug just like it
too, for times we there, or for when I was alone! It got a lot of use too
- until I figured out that playing with my genitals with my hands felt
better. I showed Mike how to do that, and we spent a lot of our time
jacking off together. A lot of times we'd jerk each other off!
Just as I was turning 12, I sprouted pubic hair and had my first wet
orgasm. Me and Mike were jerking off, and suddenly when I had my orgasm, a
little semen shot out the end of my dick. God it felt great! I wasn't
scared. I knew what it was, because Dad had talked to me about sex not
long before that and told me it would start happening soon. Mike had just
turned 12 too, and he still had his little-boy cock. He had no pubic hair,
and couldn't have a wet orgasm. It upset him that I was developing ahead
of him, but I never made fun of him, and continued playing sex games with
him. He appreciated it that I still wanted to play, and that I didn't make
fun of him. We continued jerking off together often, and even started
experimenting with sucking on each other's dicks. Of course Mike didn't
want me to come in his mouth, so I'd tell him when I was ready.
Eventually, almost a year later, he sprouted some hair and had his first
wet orgasm too. Again, we were together when that happened. In fact, I
was sucking on him, and since he hadn't ever had a wet orgasm before, I'd
always continue sucking on him while he had his orgasm. Well this time I
felt a small gush of fluid in my mouth. It didn't taste bad, so I just
swallowed it. It was the best orgasm Mike had ever had. He was so
excited! After that it was his turn to suck me off, and he decided to let
me come in his mouth too. I dumped a bigger load into his mouth, but he
managed to swallow it all, and decided he liked the flavor. From then on,
we stuck to just blow jobs, and we always came in each other's mouths and
swallowed it!
Unfortunately, Mike and his family moved away a couple months later, right
after I turned 13. We wrote for a while, but that petered out. Last I
heard, he had a new fuck buddy, and they sucked each other off regularly,
and had even tried butt fucking. I'm happy for him, but I do miss him.
I wasn't having a good year the year Mike moved away. My grandmother had
passed away a few months earlier. I missed her a lot. Interestingly,
she'd taught me how to cook, and I was able to cook a lot of great things.
I missed cooking with her.
Anyway, another family moved in next door, right after Mike moved out. A
father, mother, grandmother, girl my age named Lynn, and her twin brothers
Scott and John - who were 9.
Lynn was shy, but beautiful. She had long dark brown hair, like mine. I
wore it long even back then. Lynn had big brown eyes, and a gorgeous
smile. I immediately felt an attraction of some kind to her, but it
confused me, since I was beginning to think I was probably gay.
Scott and John were outside playing all the time, and came over whenever I
was outside, begging me to play with them, or to at least let them play
with my golden retriever Jack. Sometimes I played a little hoop with them,
or frisbee. Their favorite game was hide and seek though. I think it was
because, whenever I found them, after chasing them around, I'd wrestle them
down, and tickle the hell out of them. They'd be giggling and rolling
around, crawling all over me. Jack would be barking and jumping on top of
us. They loved it. I think they purposely let me find them! They were
cute little guys. It wasn't long till I began to think of them like little
brothers of my own.
Lynn had to keep coming over to get Scott and John. Once Fall rolled around
and they came over to play inside. We'd talk a bit when she came over. I
noticed she'd come earlier than the boys had to be home, so she could visit
a little. She was very interested in my interest in music. I was taking
drum lessons at school, and privately I was taking piano lessons. I was
also teaching myself how to play the guitar. I hoped to be in a band
someday! She made me play for her, and said I was great!
I began going over to Lynn's house to see her sometimes too. I couldn't
explain it, but I had this funny feeling inside when I was with her. All I
knew was I liked being with her. My feelings grew steadily, and fast, till
I had this intense desire to be with her most of the time. I finally
realized I was in love!
Apparently Lynn felt the same way! It wasn't too long, once I realized I
loved Lynn, before I kissed her the first time. We were out behind her
garage. Nobody was around, or so we thought. I was standing in front of
her. She had her back against the garage wall, and I leaned in and gently
kissed her on the lips. I felt her kissing back, and continued kissing
her. I felt my dick beginning to harden, which surprised me, since my only
sexual thoughts were still about the things Mike and I had done. Suddenly,
from the tree overhead, we heard "Yuck" and "EEWWW"! The boys had a tree
fort and must've been in it, only we didn't know! "YOU GUYS!" I yelled.
They scrambled out of the tree and ran for the house. I was right on their
heels. I caught Scott and wrestled him to the ground tickling him. John
doubled back and leaped on top of us. I tickled him too. Then I sat them
up and told them that it wasn't polite to spy on a guy and girl when they
were getting friendly like that. They giggled. I turned red. I made them
promise to keep quiet about my kissing Lynn. They did. It lasted all of 2
minutes, because they jumped up and ran in the house yelling "Lynn and John
are making out behind the garage!" I saw their mother's face pop up in the
window, and I turned red again. She smiled.
Lynn's and my relationship progressed rapidly. It wasn't long before we
were making out whenever we got the chance. She'd let me feel her breasts,
at first through her shirt, later she let me put my hand inside her bra and
fondle them. Shortly after that, my hand was allowed down her pants, where
my fingers would work in between her dripping vaginal lips and I'd massage
her clit, till she came. Not long after that, we locked ourselves in her
attic, and she pulled my pants down and sucked me off, swallowing my cum!
God was that great!
Eventually, we decided to go all the way. I got a friend at school to
swipe a couple of his father's condoms for me. Then one day, while my
mother was still at work, I had Lynn come over. We went up to my room, and
took off all our clothes and crawled into my bed. We fondled and sucked
each other all over. I gave her a multiple orgasm as I licked her clit.
Personally, I didn't like licking her down there, the smell gagged me, but
I loved her and she loved the feeling, so I did it for her. Then she
whispered "John, make love to me".
I pulled out a condom, ripped the package open and stuck it on the end of
my dick. I wasn't exactly sure how to put it on, but it started to unroll
a bit over my dick, so I just pushed it, and it finished unrolling,
covering my cock completely. Lynn's vagina was dripping from her recent
orgasms. I pressed my cock against her and pushed. She winced as I shoved
it up inside her, emitting a sharp cry, when some resistence I felt as I
pressed into her gave way and I suddenly plunged deep within her. I
quickly pulled back out of her, and noticed a little blood on the condom
covering my dick. I asked her if she was OK - she smiled and said she was,
that I'd just taken her virginity was all, and that I should put my dick
back inside her and fuck her. So I lowered myself back over her and gently
pushed my dick back up inside her, til it was buried to the hilt in her
cunt. I again asked if she was OK, and she said she was. Slowly I began
fucking in and out of her. It felt good. I didn't like the feeling of the
condom though. I couldn't feel things as well as when I wasn't wearing
one. I continued though and in a minute she was having another orgasm.
This caused me to start feeling my orgasm building too. Suddenly my cock
began feeling more of the action, from about the ring meat forward. I had
no idea why, but I was happy. A few more shoves and I felt ready to come.
Then as Lynn continued coming, I let out a groan and emptied my loins into
the condom buried deep inside her womanhood.
When I finished, I slowed my strokes down, and Lynn's orgasm subsided too.
I lay there on top of her a few minutes, kissing her, as she held me, my
cock still deep inside her. Finally I pulled out of her, and to our horror
we saw that the condom had ripped and about 3" of my cock was sticking out
of it. My semen was inside her! I felt a deep sense of dread, as Lynn
began crying. I held her till she finally stopped. We agreed after
talking a bit that nobody gets pregnant their first time. How wrong we
were...
Three weeks later, her period was two weeks late, and still hadn't come.
She also was feeling sick to her stomach a lot. Her mother questioned Lynn
when she'd noticed that there were no used tampons in the trash! Lynn went
to the doctor, and she was pregnant. Her father was furious - especially
with me. Lynn, and the boys too, were forbidden from seeing me. My mother
was very upset with me. More so with my father for not doing his job. My
father was actually pretty nice to me - he felt guilty I think - for not
having talked to me enough, not that that would've stopped me and Lynn from
having sex. The baby was due in mid-December. We were both only 14.
When school started again, Lynn and I saw each other at school all the
time, even though at home she had to stay in her house. A couple times
when she was left home alone she snuck over. We still loved each other
very deeply. Since she was already pregnant, the times we got together, we
made love, without a condom. It was great! In October, Lynn's father told
her she'd be giving the baby up for adoption. She had figured her parents
would help her raise the baby. She was completely distraught. So was I.
I wanted my child too! I had planned on being his or her father and
getting a job to pay some support. At Thanksgiving, I managed to see Lynn
a few minutes. I'd bought a small diamond ring for her, one of those small
ones with the chip for a diamond - it was all I could afford. I asked her
to marry me. I knew we couldn't till we were old enough, but I thought
maybe if her father saw I wanted to marry her, and was willing to get a job
to help pay support for the baby that he'd change is mind. Lynn accepted
the ring and my proposal. It only made her father madder!
On Friday, December 13, Lynn went into labor. She called me and told me
they were going to the hospital. I told her I'd be there too. I had to
keep clear of the labor rooms though as her parents were there. At one
point I saw them both leave, so I scooted in to see Lynn. I could only
stay a couple minutes, as they were due right back. I told her I'd be in a
waiting room down the hall. Then I left. 20 minutes later a woman in
scrubs came in and asked if I was Lynn's fiance John. I grinned and said I
was. She smiled and said she was Lynn's doctor and told me to come with
her. She led me through a hallway that opened onto the maternity wing.
She told me Lynn was very upset with her parents, so she had made them
leave. They were in a different waiting room, and wouldn't be allowed back
in. Lynn had wanted me though, and the doctor was hoping I'd be able to
calm her down. I was elated! The minute I walked in, Lynn seemed to calm
down. I got to stay with her all through the rest of her labor, and the
delivery of our son. I got to cut the cord too! Then the doctor swaddled
him up and placed him in my arms. I was actually holding my son! I
started to cry as I realized this might be the only time I ever got with
him. I nuzzled and kissed him and told him I loved him. Then I let Lynn
have him. The doctor said she knew we were going to have to give him up
soon, but she'd allow us a few minutes with him. Lynn had brought a camera
and told me to get it out. We shot a roll of film in less than 3 minutes,
taking turns holding him. I pocketed the camera when we'd finished the
film off. "What's his name?" the Doctor asked, as she was filling in the
birth certificate. We'd already discussed names when we thought we could
keep him. "Dylan" I said, and Lynn nodded smiling.
Lynn handed Dylan back to me for a couple minutes. I was happily cuddling
him when the door suddenly burst open and her parents rushed in, followed
by a strange woman. The strange woman said "Really!" looking at the
doctor, then she tried to rip Dylan out of my arms. I spun away from her.
Lynn screamed, and Dylan began crying. Lynn's father put his hands on my
shoulders and tried to turn me back around, I pushed Dylan at Lynn, as
Lynn's mother screamed "Tom - be careful of the baby!" I heard a nurse
paging Security. Just then my father (God knows how he showed up) raced
in. The strange woman grabbed Dylan from Lynn, and ran from the room with
him, while Lynn's father attempted to punch me in the face. My father,
who's really big, and was in full army uniform, spun him around and slammed
him up against the wall, threatening him to never lay a hand on his son!
Lynn was screaming, tears running down her face. She looked at me and
screamed "Get Dylan back!" I ran from the room, right into Security. I
told them I had to find my son. They firmly pushed me back into the
delivery room though. My father yelled, "This is the one who's causing the
problems!" Since he was in uniform, with lots of medals on his chest, they
believed him, and dragged Lynn's father out of the room. Her mother raced
over to Lynn, and looked back at me and said "haven't you caused enough
trouble? Please leave!" Lynn was screaming "No!" and crying, as my father
pulled me from the room. He made me go with him. He found a deserted
waiting room, and dragged me in there, then my father looked into my eyes
and told me it was over, my son was gone, and that he was very sorry, he
knew how that felt, having lost me in the divorce. Then he took me in his
arms and held me while I sobbed. When I finally pulled away from him, I
saw he'd been crying too.
When Lynn came home from the hospital, I still wasn't allowed to see her.
When she came back to school, she wasn't herself. She was in a daze. She
only became animated when I told her I'd try to find Dylan. I gave her her
camera back and the developed pictures, which I'd kept a set for myself.
She started crying. I held her for a long time, but she couldn't stop
crying.
I tried to find Dylan, but the agency that handled the adoption wouldn't
say anything to me other than he was safe with an adoptive family who was
old enough to take care of him! They emphasized the "old enough" part and
dismissed me.
Lynn never really recovered. A few weeks later, her parents went out for
the evening, and her grandmother had taken the boys to visit some friends.
Lynn was home alone. About 9:00 my mother said "what was that bang?" I
didn't know. I went out the back door to see. I didn't see or hear
anything, but found a box on the steps with my name on it. I looked inside
it, and it was a lot of Lynn's stuff: the pictures of Dylan, her yearbooks,
things I'd ever given her, her diaries, etc. There was also a letter for
Dylan and one for me. I began to get a bad feeling. I ripped open the
letter to me, and realized she was saying Good-Bye! Terrified I screamed,
"MOM!!!!!!!!" I was shaking, and tears started running down my face, as I
dropped the letter and ran for Lynn's house. Her parents were just walking
in their front door. Her father stopped me as I tried to race into the
house, even though I was screaming "You don't understand!" Then her
mother's anguished screams of "NOOOOOOOOO!" could be heard from inside.
Lynn's father turned and ran. I ran after him. My mother, who'd finally
caught up to me, followed. From his study, I heard Lynn's father begin
screaming. As I rounded the corner I thought I'd vomit. The room was
trashed. Lynn was slumped over her father's desk, blood was everywhere, a
pistol in her hand. An open vodka bottle was on the floor, and a blood
covered note was laying on the desk. I just stood staring transfixed in
horror. My mother's hand flew to her mouth and she turned away. After a
few seconds I heard her on the phone and calling 911. Then she returned,
and pulled me from the room. I was in a daze and just let her lead me
away. The police arrived as she was taking me from the house. They
stopped us to find out what had happened. Mom explained and said we'd be
next door.
I was barred from Lynn's funeral. I went to her grave afterwards and said
a final Good-Bye to her, promising to somehow, someday, find Dylan for her.
At school they had a memorial assembly for her. Over the few days she'd
been dead, I wrote a song for her. In the middle of the assembly, they
allowed people to go on stage and say things. I got up and walked up onto
the stage. Everyone went silent, they all knew our story. A couple of the
teachers looked worried. I sat at the piano and said into the microphone,
"I wrote this song for Lynn. She was my fiancee, my lover, the mother of
my son, she was my whole life!", then I played and sang the song! It
must've been pretty good, because as I walked off the stage, past my seat,
and out of the auditorium, with tears streaming down my face, the entire
student body was on their feet applauding, and most of them, even a lot of
the older boys were crying too!
Two months after Lynn died, her father got drunk one night, and decided to
go for a drive. His wife tried to stop him, but somehow ended up going in
the car with him. They were both killed when he slammed into a tree
headon! I'm convinced he drove into it on purpose.
The night of the funeral (I went - for the boys' sake), John and Scott
begged me to come over a while. Their grandmother said it was OK, so I
did. We tried to watch some TV, but they couldn't keep their minds on it,
and we ended up talking about everything that had happened. We were
sitting on the couch, me between them. We had our feet stretched out on a
big ottomon in front of us. They both ended up leaning up against me
crying. I held them both as they wept. Eventually, they were both so
exhausted, they drifted off to sleep still leaning on me. I dozed off too.
I awoke a while later as their grandmother was gently tucking a comforter
over us. "I'll call your mother and let her know you're sleeping here
tonight" she whispered and smiled. I smiled back and fell back asleep,
both boys still snuggled up to me, sleeping in my arms. The three of us
ended up sleeping together on the couch that way for the rest of the night.
The next day, their grandmother told me she and the boys would be staying
in the house together. She also said that she realized we'd all lost so
many loved ones, that we needed to hang onto who we had left, and that I
was welcome to spend as much time with the boys as I wanted to. She also
let me know in no uncertain terms that she held her-son-law (Lynn's father)
fully responsible for all the bad things that had happened. She had wanted
to keep Dylan too, and help raise him. So did Lynn's mother. If only that
bastard had let us all keep the baby, everyone would still be alive.
Two and a half years have gone by since that day. Since then, I've spent a
lot of time with the boys. They love being with me, and I enjoy spending
time with them. I feel like Lynn is with me when I'm with them. They've
each forged a very strong bond with me. They've grown to look up to me as
the man in their lives, even though I'm only 5 years older than them. They
love me, and I love them. I play games with them. We play sports. I
campout in a tent in the yard with them. And, they come to me with their
problems and questions. Of course, sex has been a big topic of our
conversations lately, since they just turned 12.
Not too long ago, they both came to me all excited, and made me go into the
bathroom with them. Once we were in there, John ripped his pants down and
told me to look carefully around his penis. I chuckled as I spied his
first couple pubic hairs. Then Scott pulled his pants down and asked me to
see if I could find any on him. I laughed, as I looked. "Hmm - not yet" I
said. "Look harder," he begged, "look underneath it." "Well, pick it up
then" I said. "No! You pick it up," he replied. So I took his penis in
between my thumb and index and middle fingers and lifted it looking
underneath, till finally I found one pubic hair! Scott was elated! I
noticed that while I was holding Scott's penis it began to stiffen a bit.
John's had too while he watched me holding his twin's dick. I could feel
my own cock stiffening as well. As I let go of Scott's dick, I noticed it
had that slight steady rythmic twitch, a hardening cock gets. With each
twitch it was getting bigger. So was John's. Both boys tinged a bit red
in the face. I could feel my cock hardening rapidly. "Um guys, unless you
two are planning to jerk off - you'd best put them away" I said, pointing
at their now mostly stiff dicks. They both hesitated, then John said
"could you tell us what the best way to jerk off is?" I laughed, but
realized they were already pretty embarassed, so I stopped and said
"whatever works best for you. Whatever feels best. I guess you two have
been experimenting a bit together?" Both boys tinged even redder, as first
Scott, then John nodded. "It's OK" I said. Then I told them how great
jerking off could be, and that there was nothing wrong with doing it. They
both looked really relieved. Suddenly they were full of questions, all of
which I answered of course. I made them pull their pants back up first
though. I was afraid I wouldn't be able to keep my hands off them if they
didn't. They were turning out to be damned cute! From then on, we had a
running dialog about sex. They both try out different masturbatory
techniques together all the time, and always report back to me about it!
They aren't inhibited to talk to me about anything. It's great!
Not long after that, I was looking for them one day, and Grandma said they
were in the tree fort. I climbed up, and got a shock as my head popped up
into the fort. They were both completely naked and were lying on the floor
of the fort in a 69, sucking each other off. They were just at the point
where they were about to come. They didn't see me, and I was too shocked
to do anything but stare, my cock swelling. Both were pistoning up and
down each other's dicks and were fondling each other's nut sacks, when
suddenly they both began grunting and moaning as they orgasmed. They
hadn't started having wet orgasms yet, but I didn't realize they'd
discovered blow jobs! I quickly ducked down once they'd finished. I
didn't let them know I'd seen them.
Since Lynn's death, I tried a couple of times to find out about Dylan. I
hit a stone wall with each query. I did recently get one person to tell me
that he was still alive and well, and was living with a loving adoptive
family. Of course, she could have told me that, hoping to placate me so
that I'd go away.
Also, during these past couple years, I became very good at playing drums,
piano and guitar. A couple of friends and I formed a band. They voted me
lead singer, because my voice was better than any of their's. We must be
pretty good too, because after a talent show at our school, people began
wanting to hire us to play at affairs they were having, including the
school dances. So we became a money making band!
My father is currently assigned to a US army division stationed in England,
and is living in London. He married an English divorcee over the summer.
She has a 13 year old boy from her previous marriage. I haven't met either
of them yet. In fact I have't seen my father since before his wedding.
Other than that, things seemed to finally be going pretty good for me.
School was OK. The band was great! The twins and I were so close to each
other! I should have known it was too good to be true.
Just after my 17th birthday, my mother was in a car accident one night on
her way home from work. An old man had a heart attack and hit her head on.
Both of them died. I was devestated.
The boys and their grandmother hovered around me, helping me in anyway they
could. I tried to call my father, but only got an answering machine. So I
left a message for him to call. I didn't hear back from him. "Grandma"
ended up helping me with the funeral arrangements. We had a nice funeral
for Mom. I tried calling my father again, and got a woman, who turned out
to be my step mother. I explained why I was calling. She seemed kind
enough, and within an hour my father called back, saying he'd be right
over. I told him he didn't have to come, I was OK, but he said he'd be
there the next day.
The next day, Dad arrived. He apologized for not returning my first call,
but he'd been out of town on army business. I took him to the cemetery.
When we got back we sat down to talk. It was then that he told me I would
be moving back to London to live with him, my step-mother, and
step-brother. I was stunned! I'd had no idea that I wouldn't be able to
just continue living in our house. I was 17. I felt I was old enough.
Dad told me that according to the divorce settlement, if anything happened
to Mom, he was left in charge of me. He continued that the law forbid a
minor to live alone, and that since he lived in England, I would have to go
live there too. He did say he was sorry.
I felt like the rug had been pulled out from under me! Not only was my Mom
dead, but now my Dad was making me move to a foreign country, away from my
home, the twins, the band, and everything that mattered in my life! I lost
it! I began yelling at him. He sat calmly taking it. Which pissed me off
all the more, and I ended up breaking down and starting to cry in
frustration. I ran up to my room, with Jack right behind me and locked the
two of us in. Jack laid next to me as I cried. Eventually I stopped, and
laid there feeling empty. Dad tried knocking on my door a couple times,
but each time I just told him to go away.
In the days that followed, I eventually resigned myself to the fact I had
to move to London. I wasn't happy at all with my father though, and let
him know it'd be one hell of a long time before I was again. I noticed he
was trying his best to be nice to me.
The guys in the band were upset when I told them. We'd been doing so well!
I told them it was temporary, I'd be back when I was 18, which was less
than a year away. They agreed to put things on hold for a while, and just
keep on practicing. We agreed to keep in touch and we'd play together
whenever I visited.
The hardest thing to do was tell the twins I was leaving. I made my father
watch as I broke their hearts. They reacted like I did, running to their
room to cry. Unlike me when I wouldn't let my father in, they let me in
though and I held them while all three of us wept. Dad and Grandma stayed
downstairs in the living room, while I tried to pick up the pieces. I told
them it was going to be really hard to be apart from them, but that we'd
call, write, e-mail, and I'd visit soon. I told them I'd be home in a
year. They tried to be brave, but I could tell they were both feeling like
they were being abandoned. They would have no one but their grandmother
anymore.
I wasn't speaking to Dad, but I told him I didn't want to sell the house, I
only wanted to rent it out. I intended to move back once I was 18. Dad
agreed (although I think in his mind he was humoring me, and I expected a
when at 18, I said I was coming home). We found a realtor who was willing
to manage the property in my place as a landlord. Then I had to pack up
the things I wanted to take to England, and the rest had to go into
storage. The only thing that was good about it was, we were flying on a
military plane and I could bring more stuff with me. In the end, I decided
to bring my: keyboard, guitar, drumset, laptop, clothes, some odds and ends
I thought I might need, and Jack of course.
All too soon, the day we were to leave was upon us. The day before, movers
came and took everything to storage. All that was left in the house was
the stuff I was taking with me. That night we would sleep at Lynn's house.
Her grandmother insisted. I visited Mom and Lynn at the cemetery one last
time, and jammed with the guys in the band for a while.
That night Grandma threw a going away party. It was a great dinner, but
nobody was very happy. The boys insisted I sleep with them - they each had
a double bed, and all three of us ended up sleeping crammed into one of
them, because they both wanted to sleep with me for the last time. They
were both very upset about losing me, and ended up crying themselves to
sleep as I laid between them, with one snuggled up to me on each side. Dad
slept on the couch.
The next morning, after breakfast, we noticed a couple of soldiers outside,
who'd come to pick us up. They loaded my stuff up, including a cage for
Jack. We had a tearful good-bye, then Dad and I left. The twins were
sobbing uncontrollably as we pulled away. I was crying too. I couldn't
stand it that I was hurting them so much.
The flight was uneventful. I didn't speak to Dad at all, burying my nose
in a magazine. We rode in a cargo plane, so Jack was able to be up front
with us - but he had to be in his cage. He didn't like flying, but did OK.
Before we landed, Dad said to me "Look, I'm sorry about all this. I know
moving to England with me, on top of losing Mom is hard! I know you blame
me. Fine. You can be mad at me, you don't even have to speak to me - but
please don't take it out on Elizabeth and Jacob - none of this is their
fault, and your suddenly moving in with us is going to be hard on them
too!" I just looked at him, my eyes smoldering.
Soon, we were on the front steps of a three story house in London. The
door was opened by a pretty brunette woman, who Dad kissed and introduced
as my step-mother. She hugged me and told me she was sorry about my
mother. I smiled weakly, but politely. Behind her stood a short, skinny,
rather skittish-looking, 13 year old boy with light brown unruly hair and
hazel eyes. Dad introduced him as my step-brother Jacob. Shyly, he shook
my hand and said "Hi!"
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The next chapter in this series will be published shortly.