Date: Sun, 23 Nov 2003 04:05:00 -0800 (PST)
From: Thomas Gaige <togaige@yahoo.com>
Subject: My Step-Brother Jacob - Chapter 43

DISCLAIMER:  The following story is FICTIONAL.  It contains descriptions
of sexual  activities between teenage boys.  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 DO NOT READ IT!  If you
choose to read it, then - I hope you enjoy it!

			   My Step-Brother Jacob

				Chapter 43

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Wednesday night I didn't sleep well.  I was wired about Grandma and the
twins arriving the next morning.  Their flight was landing at Heathrow at
8:30.  Although it was our last day of school before the Easter/Spring
break, I wasn't going.  I was going to drop Jacob and Andy off at school,
then go to the airport to pick Grandma and the twins up.

The alarm was set for 5:30, but I was awake already at 5:00, so I turned
it off, got up,  showered, and dressed.  I made sure Andy and Jacob were
awake, then I went downstairs to make a pot of coffee, and cook our
breakfast.

Jacob wandered into the kitchen just as I'd finished frying some bacon.
Andy followed a few minutes later, still yawning.  Jacob fed Jack and got
juice for everyone, and Andy made toast, while I scrambled some eggs.

We ate together quietly, then picked up the kitchen.  After breakfast, we
still had a few minutes before we had to leave, so we stripped Jacob's
bed and re-made it, as the twins were going to sleep in his room.  We
also made up the bed on the sleeper-sofa in the den for Jacob.  Elizabeth
had already changed the sheets on her bed.  She and Grandma would be
sharing it, although, for the most part they'd be using it at different
times, due to Elizabeth working the night shift.  When we were finished,
we left.

		 *                 *                    *

I dropped Jacob and Andy at school, then drove to Heathrow.  I arrived
there at 8:15.  The information board said that their flight was running
10 minutes late.  I had about 25 minutes until they were due to land, so
I bought a newspaper, went to a coffee shop, got a large coffee, and sat
down to wait.

A while later, there was an announcement that their flight had just
landed, so I finished my coffee and made my way to the waiting area
outside of customs.  After a short wait I saw them queuing up in line to
be checked through.  The boys were waving wildly at me.  Grandma stood by
smiling and waving too.  I grinned and waved back.  After about another
15 minutes, it was their turn.  They were processed swiftly, without even
having to open their luggage, and a minute later, the boys were running
toward me at full force.  Dropping their luggage they both leaped into my
arms.  Grandma calmly walked toward us, smiling, as I wrapped my arms
around the boys, hugging them tightly.

"Well, we made it!" Grandma exclaimed, as she walked up behind the
twins.  It took me a couple minutes to extricate myself from John's and
Scott's arms, so I could give her a hug too.

"Welcome to the UK!" I said grinning, as I stood back and looked at them
all.

The boys had both grown another inch or two since January.  They looked
good.  Grandma looked good too, although she appeared tired from the
flight.  I took her luggage, and told the boys to grab their's, then I
led them out to the car.  It was a tight squeeze, but we fit all of us
and their luggage into the car.  I drove directly back to our house, as
Grandma and the boys eagerly watched everything that went by, asking a
lot of questions, and marveling at driving on "the wrong side of the
road".

		 *                  *                    *

Arriving at home, Jack went wild when he saw Grandma and the boys.  He
still remembered them, and couldn't get enough of their scents.
Elizabeth was home from work, and hadn't gone to bed yet.  The boys and I
took the luggage upstairs, then came back down and I made us all a snack
and we sat around the kitchen table eating and catching up on the news
from both sides of the ocean.

Eventually, Elizabeth said she needed to go to bed.  Grandma said she
could use a nap as well.  They agreed that since Elizabeth's was a king
size bed, there shouldn't be a problem sharing it, so they both went
upstairs to get some sleep.

The twins were both wide awake.  They'd slept a while on the plane and
were very excited about being in a foreign country, and back with me
again.  We picked up the kitchen, then went up to my room and laid on the
bed and talked for a while.  We talked a bit about school back home, and
what was new in the neighborhood, but then both boys started poking me.

We ended up wrestling around on my bed with each other then, as they kept
goading me into tickling them.  The room was filled with their giggles
for the better part of a half hour.  I noticed that they both seemed a
little stronger than I remembered, and it was a little harder than it
used to be, although not yet impossible, for me to maintain control over
both of them at once.  I also thought that a couple of times when I was
holding them up against me, that they both had hardons.

		    *                *                *

Eventually, we needed a rest from all our horsing around, and we laid
back on the bed panting from all the activity.  The boys seemed to get
quiet and I noticed them glance at one another a couple times, then back
at me.

"OK - so what's up?" I asked.

"Nothing," they chorused.

"Bullshit!  I know something's on your minds.  Out with it," I said.

They hesitated a minute.  Both of them looked a little embarrassed.
Finally, Scott asked, "Well, you know how you told us on the phone a
while back that you and Andy are gay, and you're 'partners'?"

"Yeah," I said.

"Well, that means you guys have sex, right?" Scott continued.

I snickered and said, "Well, yeah, we love each other, and we do have
sex."

They were both quiet a moment, then finally, John said, "Well, we don't
get how you can feel that way about Andy, if you loved Lynn like you
did.  Did something change for you when Lynn died?"

"I see," I said.

I thought a few seconds then I said, "Well, first, I guess you need to
understand that there's more than just being straight or gay.  You can be
one or the other, or, you can be what's called bisexual.  That's when
you're attracted to people of both sexes.  I guess that's what I am.  And
I realized it years ago.  In fact I started to realize it when I was
about your age, before I even met your sister.  Anyway, when I was with
Lynn, I loved her very much, and I was very attracted to her.  Obviously,
since we had Dylan, we had sex together.  Actually, we didn't just have
sex, we made love to one another.  And it was wonderful.  If she had
lived, I'd still be with her.  But, she didn't.  It took me a long time
to get over losing her, and a part of me will always love her and miss
her, but she's not here anymore.  Enough time passed by the time I
arrived here in England, where I began wanting to be with someone again.
Andy was my first friend here, other than Jacob of course, but I
considered Jacob a relative.  I'm not sure what brought Andy and I
together, but there was some magnetism that pulled us together.  I fell
in love with Andy, like I had with your sister.  It didn't really present
a problem for me, because I already knew that I was attracted to both
girls and guys.  And yes, Andy and I do make love together.  We're
partners, as much as Lynn and I were.  I'm sure your sister is OK with it
too.  If it were she who was left behind, I wouldn't want her to be alone
either.  Do you get it now?"

"I guess," Scott said.

"Yeah.  But -" John started, looking a little confused yet.

I looked at him questioningly.

He thought a minute, then said, "Well, say you're walking down the
street, and a guy and a girl who're both good looking come along.  You
see them.  Well, which one do you get a boner over?"

I chuckled and said, "it depends on which one I find more attractive!"

They both looked a little confused yet.  Finally Scott blushed and said,
"See the reason we're asking is, well, you know that we fool around
together.  Well, we only go so far, I mean we don't do everything.  Thing
is, we always get boners over each other though, but now, we're both
starting to get boners over other people too.  Mostly over girls, but
well, sometimes over guys too, if they're really good looking."

"I see," I said, "well, tell me something, just how far do you guys go
with each other?"

They both turned pink.  Finally, John said, "Mostly just jackin' each
other off, but some suckin' too."

"Do you cum in each other's mouths?" I asked.

"Eewww!" both boys cried at once, grimmacing.

I snickered and said, "Guess not.  Hmmm.  Have you ever even tasted each
other's cum?"

They blushed again, but finally Scott said, "just once, and it was
disgusting.

"Ever try doing anything else together?" I asked.

Still blushing, John said that they'd tried butt fucking once, but it
hurt too much and both of them thought the idea of getting each other's
shit on their dicks was gross.  When I asked though, they both admitted
that their dicks felt good when they'd finally gotten them up each
other's asses, although they didn't have any time to enjoy it, as the one
whose ass their dick was up was yelling for him to get out.

Shifting gears a little, I asked if either of them had ever had sex of
any kind with a girl.  They both said they hadn't.  Then I asked if
they'd even ever seen a naked girl in person.  Blushing again, they
admitted that they'd played "I'll show you, if you show me" a couple
years earlier with a couple girls down the street.  I chuckled and told
them that was normal.  I asked them if they'd gotten hard at the time.
They said they hadn't, but John added that he almost did when they all
touched each other.  Scott said he'd felt the same way.

"So, tell me, if there was a good looking girl standing here naked, and a
good looking guy standing here naked next to her, and both would do
whatever you wanted them to do, which would you choose?  And be honest."
I said.

They both said they'd like to try the girl.

"What would you want to do with her?" I asked.

They both said they'd like to try fucking her.

"If it was just a good looking naked guy standing here, would you want to
do anything with him?" I asked.

They thought a minute, then both sheepishly said they probably would.

Both boys sat looking at me as I thought a minute.  Finally I said,
"Well, it's kind of hard to tell, but if you ask me, I think you both
might be straight, or at most, maybe bi.  I don't think you're gay
though, or you'd be more attracted to guys already, and you'd be doing
more things with each other.  You guys are only just 13 now.  As you grow
more over the next couple years, your preferences will become clearer.
Right now, I think basically you're both just really horny, like most
guys.  And, because you're brothers - twins at that, and you share
everything, including a bedroom, you're just so close to each other, that
you don't mind helping each other get off.  I think you both already
realize it's always better to have sex with someone, than alone.  And
guys, there's nothing wrong with that!  As long as you're both happy with
what you're doing, then go ahead and have fun with each other.  As you
get older, you're both going to end up developing relationships with
other people though.  It won't mean you're not as close to each other as
you are now.  It'll just mean that you're growing, and becoming more
independent from one another.  That's supposed to happen, and it'll be a
good thing.  When it does, you'll start to become interested in other
people in romantic ways.  From what you've told me, I bet you'll both end
up with girlfriends, rather than boyfriends.  If you do, that's great.
If you end up with boys though, that's great too.  Whatever happens,
you'll always have each other as brothers, and you'll always have me
too!  I'll love you no matter how you turn out!  I guess what I'm trying
to say is that if you're a little confused now about what you like and
don't like, then it's going to take a little time yet, before you know
exactly what your preferences are.  That's OK.  Try not to worry about
it.  Leave yourself open to trying new things.  If you like it, great.
If you don't, well, then that's OK too, and you don't have to do that
again.  Most importantly, it doesn't matter what you decide you like, or
how you turn out.  As long as you're happy, that's all that counts."

They both sat thinking that over for a minute, then Scott said, "so we
have to wait and see then, huh?"

"Yeah," I said, "but that doesn't mean you can't have fun while you're
waiting!"

They both grinned then, and I reached out and drew them into a hug.  I
kissed them both on the tops of their heads and told them I loved them
and they hugged me back, and told me they loved me too.

		    *               *                 *

We started talking about some other things then.  After a while, the boys
said they were hungry and asked when lunch was.  I asked them if they'd
like to go out for lunch, and they thought that sounded great.  As it was
a beautiful day, I took them down to the park along the Thames and we got
lunch from the vendors.  Then we walked along the river and I pointed out
some of the sights to them.  They went through a couple rolls of film,
shooting pictures of everything.

When it was almost time for Jacob, Andy, and Harry to get out of school,
we went back to the car and drove over to get them.  I took the twins in
and showed them around, as we were a few minutes early, then before
classes let out, we went back to the car.  It was a loud and happy
reunion when the guys ran out of the building and squeezed into the car
with us.

When we got back to the house, we found Elizabeth and Grandma sitting in
the kitchen having some tea and crumpets.  After saying hello, Jacob,
Harry, and the twins all disappeared upstairs to Jacob's room, and Andy
had to run off to work.  I poured myself a glass of milk and sat and had
a crumpet with Elizabeth and Grandma and we visited a while.  Then I
started getting supper ready.  Since I had a little extra time, and it
was a celebratory meal, I decided to make Beef Wellington!  Along with it
I decided to have tossed salad, stuffed-double baked potatoes, green
beans almondine, rolls & butter, and wine.  For appetizers there would be
shrimp cocktail and cups of lobster bisque.  Dessert was the twin's
favorite - Death by chocolate!  Grandma helped me with the cooking, and
Elizabeth offered to help as well.  We let her make the tossed salad,
which was one of the few things Elizabeth was pretty good at preparing.

Everyone thoroughly enjoyed the dinner.  We lingered at the table after
dessert, visiting a while.  Then the boys went to watch television, and
Andy and I cleaned up the kitchen.  Elizabeth had to go into work early,
and Grandma decided to turn in early, as we were going to take them
sightseeing the next day.

		     *              *               *

At 9:00, I told the boys they should go to bed early.  The twins were
falling asleep as they tried to watch TV.  Although they'd slept on the
plane, it wasn't enough, and the jet lag had started to catch up with
them, so they trudged upstairs without having to be told twice.  The
couch in the den opened into a queen sleeper, so there was room for Harry
to sleep-over with Jacob.  I was surprised when they didn't argue with me
about going to bed early too.  They went upstairs right away as well.

Andy and I finished picking up, let Jack out to pee, then went upstairs
ourselves.  As we walked past the closed den door, I heard the clicking
of the computer's keyboard, then Harry exclaimed "Holy Shit!  Look how
big that guy is!", followed by Jacob's "Wow!"  Andy and I snickered.

"I guess I know why they agreed to turn in early," I said.

Listening outside Jacob's door, we heard some faint moaning and sucking
sounds.

"Damn!" Andy said, "all this sex is making me horny!"

Grinning I grabbed Andy's crotch and pulled him toward our room.  Jack
followed us, and plopped down in his bed in the corner, as I shut the
door behind us.

		 *                   *                   *

I flopped back onto our bed, pulling Andy down on top of me.  I pulled
Andy to me and began kissing him, as I felt his cock beginning to stiffen
against my stomach.  My own penis was already hard, and was pressing into
Andy's thigh.  As we continued kissing, Andy reached down into his pants
and adjusted his penis, then he began grinding it into me.

After a couple minutes, I rolled us over, so Andy was laying on the bed
facing me, then I began to unbutton his shirt.  He couldn't wait for me
to fumble with his buttons, and pushed my hands away and sat up and began
unbuttoning his own shirt.  I sat up and pulled mine off too.  We both
stood up and unfastened our jeans and dropped them to the floor, kicking
them off our feet.  Lastly we quickly pulled our briefs off, and dropped
them on the floor as well.

"John, would you fuck me tonight?" Andy huskily.

I smiled and said, "I'll fuck you any night you want me too!"

Andy reached down and pulled a tube of lube from the drawer in the night
stand and handed it to me.  He reached down and grabbed a T-shirt off the
floor and threw it on the bed and laid down on his belly, so the shirt
was under his penis.  Then pushing his chest down and pulling his knees
up and separating them, his ass rose up off the bed and his cheeks opened
up for me.  His pink pucker winked at me a couple times, as he contracted
and released it.  I grinned.

I knelt on the floor just behind Andy, and smelled the musky, sweaty
smell of his ass.  I breathed in deeply, as I lowered my face toward his
hole.  I loved the smell of the sweat Andy's ass generated.  It always
made me ultra-horny.  Tonight was no exception, as I felt a drop of
precum drip from my dick onto my thigh.  Quickly I dove in and began
licking around and around the entrance to Andy's love tunnel.  He moaned
lowly, as I finally licked over his hole itself.  I began licking up and
down over his pucker, causing still more moaning.  After a few seconds, I
began pressing on Andy's anus with my tongue.  I felt him relax, and my
tongue slid through his sphincter, and up into his rectum.  Slowly I
began to shove it in and out of his asshole, as he closed his eyes and
groaned into the pillow his face was pressed into.  As I tongue fucked
Andy's hole, I reached between his legs and gently fondled his
testicles.  After a couple minutes, my hand wrapped around his dick and I
began masturbating him, as I continued sliding my tongue in and out of
him.

Andy was moaning regularly now, and after a minute or so he gasped
"You've got to stop John, or I'll cum!"

I released his cock then, and pulled my tongue from his asshole.  Then I
stood up and reached for the tube of lube.  Andy rested, breathing
deeply, as I squirted some lube into my hand.  Then I reached for his
ass, and wiped a good amount on his hole.  Using my index finger, I
worked the glob of jelly into Andy's asshole, then I began sliding my
finger in and out of his now slick hole.  After a minute, I added a
second finger, and then after  that, a third one.

As I fucked my hand in and out of Andy's asshole, he looked back at me
and said, "Fuck me NOW John!"

Grinning, I pulled my hand from his ass, and lubed my cock.  Then I got
into position behind him.  Gently I pressed the head of my cock against
his hole and pushed.  I felt Andy pushing back toward me.  Slowly, my
cock slid up inside Andy.  I continued pushing gently forward.  Andy let
out a low moan, as my pubic bone pressed against his ass, and the tip of
my cock became buried as deeply as possible up inside him.

Once I was fully inside Andy, I began to slowly pull back out, then as
the head of my cock was about to pop back out of Andy's anus, I slowly
plunged it back deep inside him, causing him to emit another moan of
pleasure.  I began slowly fucking him then, as he wiggled his ass around
a little, enjoying the feeling of having my cock inside him.

It felt wonderful sliding in and out of Andy's hole.  It was really hot,
and he squeezed his anus every so often.  As I shoved my cock in and out
of him, I knew it wouldn't take long for my orgasm to start.  I placed
one hand on each of his buttocks and began long-dicking him a little
faster, as he groaned "Oh yeah!"

After about a half a minute, I moved my hands so they were in front of
him, one on each side, in the bend between his trunk and upper thighs.  I
began shoving in and out of him even faster, pulling him toward me with
each forward thrust.  Andy began moaning at each of my inward thrusts.  I
knew he was gonna cum soon, and I felt like my orgasm was going to start
soon too.

A few more thrusts, and suddenly I felt my orgasm beginning too build up.
I started pumping in and out of Andy even faster, as he gasped, "Oh
John!  I'm gonna spunk!"

"Me too!" I grunted, as I started slamming in and out of Andy as fast and
hard as I could without causing him an injury.

Seconds later, Andy let out a cry, and I felt his sphincter clamp tightly
around my cock, as he began having his orgasm.  Feeling that, caused me
to climax myself, and with a gasp, I began filling Andy's bowels with my
juice!  We were both groaning and gasping as we emptied our loins of our
seed, me flooding Andy's insides with mine, he squirting his all over the
shirt that lay on the bed beneath him.

After several spasms, I felt my orgasm beginning to wane, and I slowed my
pace down.  I could tell Andy's orgasm was ending as well.  Finally, it
was over for both of us.  I remained standing behind Andy for a minute
longer, my dick still up his ass.  My legs were shaking, as I waited for
that last bit of cum to ooze out of my dick.  I clenched my ass and dick
muscles, causing me to give one last little squirt.  Then I pulled my
dick from Andy's rectum.  He lay there with his ass still sticking up in
the air, his hole stuck open, gaping at me.

"God that was good!" he exclaimed, as he slowly collapsed onto his side.
The shirt that lay under him was covered with streaks of semen.  I
snickered as I picked it up, wadded it up and tossed it onto the floor.
Then I collapsed next to Andy.

We lay facing each other, resting from our workout.  Andy Grinned at me,
and I grinned back.  After a few minutes, I suggested we get cleaned up
and go to bed.  He agreed, so we went to the bathroom and washed up,
peed, and brushed our teeth.  Then we went back to our room and crawled
into bed together.  We snuggled up to each other, and soon were both
asleep.

			*            *            *

The next morning, I awoke to find Grandma standing over us, gently
shaking me awake.  She was smiling down at us.

"It's after 8:00 already," she said, "you said you wanted us to get you
up early, didn't you?"

"Oh yeah," I said, stretching and yawning.

"You two look so cute sleeping snuggled up together," Grandma said,
smiling at me.

I looked at Andy, who was still snoozing in the crook of my arm, his arm
draped over me.

"It really doesn't bother you to see us in bed together like this?" I
asked her.

"No John.  I told you when you told me you were in a relationship with
Andy that I didn't care.  I just want you to be happy and healthy.  And
you two appear to be both.  Now, I'll get out of here so you can get up,"
she said, then smiling, she left, closing the door behind her.

I nudged Andy awake.  Groggily he sat up and looked at me blinking.  He
flopped back down after a minute, and we laid quietly a few minutes.
Finally, I said that we'd better shower and get downstairs.  Slowly, Andy
got up and followed me to the bathroom.  While he used the toilet, I
shaved and brushed my teeth, then we traded places.  Afterward, we shared
a shower together.  The water woke us both up.  Andy took the bar of soap
and began washing my body for me.  He spent extra time on my genitals,
then after he rinsed me off, he dropped to his knees and sucked my dick
into his mouth.  He began sucking swiftly up and down my cock.  I felt
his finger snake between my ass cheeks, and he began massaging my asshole
as well.  Within a couple minutes, I was gasping and filling his mouth
with cum, as I clutched the grab bar.  When I was done, Andy stood up,
and I grabbed the bar of soap and began washing his body, spending more
time on his hard cock than the rest of him as well.  After I rinsed him
off, I too squatted and sucked him off similarly to how he'd done me.

Grinning at each other, we got out of the shower, dried, dried our hair,
shared some deoderant and cologne, then wrapped towels around us and
scooted to our room to get dressed.

		    *               *                *

When we got downstairs, I smelled brewed coffee, and Grandma was at the
stove cooking up slices of French toast.  Elizabeth was home from work.
She and the boys were all eating already.  I grinned.  Seemed like with
Grandma visiting, I was going to get a break from cooking now and then.
She told us to sit down and she'd take care of us.  I didn't even have to
pour my own coffee.  Breakfast was delicious.

When we'd all finished eating, Elizabeth excused herself to go up to bed
for a while, but said she'd join us for lunch later if we were home.  We
said we would be.

I looked at Grandma and the twins and said that we had an itinerary
planned out for their visit, but that it didn't start til that
afternoon.  I pulled out the itinerary we'd made up and showed it to them
and asked if they wanted to make any changes.  Grandma and the twins
looked it over and thought it sounded great.

"Well, then, we've got a couple hours this morning with no plans, what
would you guys like to do?" I asked.  I rather expected them to ask us to
take them shopping.

Grandma looked at the twins meaningfully, and they both nodded at her.
"Well, we'd like to go to the cemetery and pay our respects to your
father John," Grandma said.

I hadn't expected that, and was caught off-guard.  I noticed a look of
apprehension flash across Andy's and Jacob's faces as everyone looked at
me.

"Um, hmm, hadn't thought you'd want to do that," I said finally.

"We haven't been to see him since the funeral," Jacob said quietly,
looking at me, "Maybe we should go once."

Andy put his hand on my shoulder and squeezed it.  Grandma began to look
apprehensive then too.

"OK then, we'll go to the cemetery," I said.

We all worked together quietly and cleaned up the kitchen.  Then we put
on our jackets and went out to the car.

"Oh, this is gonna be fun!" I said, as I realized there were seven of us,
and I was the only driver.  Everyone looked at me.

"It's OK, we can fit in back together," Jacob piped up, and he, Harry,
and the twins all squished into the backseat.  They just fit.  So Andy,
Grandma and I got in front, and I drove us to the cemetery.  Grandma
asked if we could stop on the way and get some flowers, which we did.

		    *               *                *

When we got to the cemetery, I realized I had no idea where my father's
grave was.  The cemetery was large, and I had only been there the one
time, for Dad's funeral.  I hadn't paid much attention to how to get to
his grave then.  Luckily, he was buried next to Elizabeth's parents'
graves and Jacob knew the way.  Eventually we got to the section Dad was
in, I parked, and we all got out of the car.  Jacob began to lead us
across the lawn, toward a garden of holly bushes in the middle.  As we
drew closer to Dad's grave, I noticed Jacob was walking slower.  I walked
up next to him and put my hand on his shoulder.  He looked up at me.  His
eyes looked watery.  Mine were too.  The two of us stopped, as Andy,
Harry and the twins continued.

Jacob looked across the lawn, and drew in his breath sharply, as his eyes
fell on Dad's grave.

"The headstone's been placed," he said.

"If this is too hard for you boys, we don't have to do this," Grandma
said, as she stopped next to us.

I smiled a small smile and said, "That's OK.  The first time's the
worst.  We need to do it, then it'll be over with.  Go on and give us a
minute.  We'll be OK."

Grandma continued on, and joined Andy, Harry, and the twins at Dad's
grave.  Jacob looked up at me.  He was fighting back tears.  I pulled him
up to me, and held him as I too felt tears trying to force their way from
my eyes.

"I still feel so responsible," Jacob whispered to me.

"I know.  Me too." I said, hugging him tighter, as he began weeping
quietly.

We stood wrapped in each other's arms, crying quietly together for a
couple of minutes.  Then I heard Andy clearing his throat next to me.
The others were already heading back to the car, and were glancing at us
with concerned looks.  I looked at Andy and gave him a small smile.

"Take the others back to the car.  We need to go see Dad a minute." I
said.

He nodded and headed off, telling the others we'd be along directly.
With my arm wrapped around Jacob's shoulders yet, I pulled him with me
toward my father's grave.  The headstone had turned out nicely.  It was a
big black granite one.  Elizabeth's name and birth date, but no death
date were engraved on it as well.  I don't think Jacob had been prepared
to see that.  He stared at the stone with a look of horror on his face
for a moment.  Then, he laid his bouquet on the ground in front of it.
He quickly laid a second one on his grandparents' grave, then sniffling,
he turned and walked swiftly toward the car.

I squatted in front of Dad's gravestone and laid down the flowers I'd
brought.  Then I pulled my wallet out of my back pocket and from inside
it I withdrew the picture of me that Dad had been holding when he was
killed, that the ambulance driver had given me.  I'd had it laminated, so
that I could leave it at Dad's grave whenever I finally visited.  I
wedged it into a tiny crack between the headstone and its base, so it
wouldn't blow away.  "I'm so sorry Dad!" I said softly, as I sat back
against my heels, wracked with guilt over being the cause of his death.
My chest hurt, and I felt tears begin to cascade down my cheeks.  Burying
my face in my hands, I began to sob uncontrollably.  After a minute or
so, as I was beginning to calm down, I felt a hand on my shoulder.  I
looked up, and saw Andy looking down at me.  Slowly I stood up and turned
toward him.  Silently, he enveloped me in a hug, and held me while my
sobs subsided.  When I'd finally pulled myself together, I glanced one
last time at Dad's stone, then turned and let Andy lead me back to the
car.

Back at the car, Grandma apologized for making me come to the cemetery.
I smiled ruefully and told her it was OK, that my first visit to my
father's grave was long overdue, and it was good that we came.  I noticed
Jacob had been crying a bit as well.  I smiled sadly and winked at him.
Then I started the car and drove us home.

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"Oh my God!  What's wrong Jacob?" Elizabeth asked, as we walked in.  It
was still obvious that he'd been crying.

Then she saw me, and said "You too?"

"We're OK.  We've just been to visit Dad," I said.

Elizabeth looked rather surprised, then sad.  "Oh," was all she said.

I quickly changed the subject, suggesting soup and sandwiches for lunch.
Everyone agreed, so I quickly got it together.

After we'd eaten, it was time to go sight seeing.  Andy had taken off
from work, and Elizabeth decided to join us too, so we took two cars, and
drove into the center of London.  One of our first stops was
Parliament.

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Strangely, Elizabeth appeared almost nervous about visiting Parliament.
In fact, she'd tried to dissuade us from going, saying it was really
rather boring.  I thought this was rather odd for her.  Grandma and the
twins insisted though that they'd like to see it, so we went.

We'd just entered the House of Lords, when several of the Lords came out
of the main chamber.  As they passed by, Elizabeth suddenly caught her
breath as one of them stopped momentarily across the hallway from us.  He
looked directly at Elizabeth.  Their eyes met for a moment.  He nodded
almost imperceptibly at at her.  She became flushed, and stepped behind
Jacob and put her hands on his shoulders.  The man's attention moved then
to Jacob.  He stared at Jacob for a moment, then he looked at Elizabeth
again and gave her a sad smile, nodded, and left.  Andy and I had been
standing off to the side, and appeared to be the only ones in our group
who noticed.  Even Jacob hadn't noticed.

Elizabeth glanced about quickly, as if to see if anyone had seen the
exchange.  She saw the two of us staring at her, and suddenly looked
frightened.  She looked at me with a pleading look, then her attention
was diverted when Jacob turned and asked her something.

"What the Hell was that all about?" Andy asked me quietly.

I shook my head and said "I really can't say."

He looked at me oddly, and said "You can't?  Do you know who that was?"

I looked at him and said "No."

"That was Lord Justin Pemberly.  He's an Earl.  They call him 'Lord
Justice' because of certain laws he's gotten enacted.  He's quite
popular, and quite powerful!  He's also distantly related to the Queen!
How is it he knows Elizabeth?" Andy said.

"I don't know," I said, "but I don't think we should ask either."

Andy looked at me and said, "You know more than you're telling, don't
you?"...

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