Date: Tue, 12 Jun 2001 23:05:36 EDT
From: Bwstories8@aol.com
Subject: Finding Love - chapter 13

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Finding Love - by BW                        Copyright 2000 by billwstories
Chapter 13 - The ordeal ends.               June 2000

As soon as we had rested up from the 'massages' the brothers had given us,
Tad and I insisted that they allow us to return the favor.  Hakim and
Mahomet smiled at each other and they quickly rolled over, belly down, on
the floor.  We began the same way they had done to us, by starting the
massage at their necks and working our way down their bodies.  We worked
our fingers along their necks, backs, those delicious muscular mounds at
their waist, their legs, and then their feet.  We were enjoying doing it to
them almost as much as we had enjoyed having it done to us.  It was a real
rush, especially when we went back up and applied the oils to those same
areas.

When we finished their backsides, they rolled over and we repeated our
efforts on their fronts.  We kneaded our fingers all over their chests,
spending some extra time playing with their nipples before we reached their
waists.  They were both fully aroused and their cocks were nearly as hard
as diamonds.  As we wrapped our hands around their stiff poles, you could
see a look of contentment sweep over their faces.  They were as ready to
enjoy this simple act as we were to do it for them.  We began to flail away
on their joysticks, pumping vigorously up and down, and Hakim and Mahomet
began to moan and squirm from our manipulations.  Other than playing with
each other, Tad and I had never touched anyone else's dick and this was a
new and exciting experience for us, as well.  We were really enjoying the
reactions of the two brothers as they approached their release, and we were
happy that we could bring them so much pleasure in such a loving way.

It was fun to watch them as they wiggled, panted, and cooed as we played
with their stiff cocks.  We watched their faces intently as they switched
from indicating pleasure, ecstasy, and then scrunched up in sort of a
grimace just before they shot their loads.  When their penises finally
erupted, their juices spurted into the air and splattered onto their
bodies, until the last of their seed just oozed from their tiny slits.
They were panting hard by the time we had finished, and their faces were
flushed from the exertion.  Once we released their pricks from our grip, we
let them lie there as we cleaned off their ejaculation.

We finished massaging their legs and feet and then we began to apply the
oils.  Starting at the top, we slowly worked our way down their bodies and
coated them with a generous supply of the fragrant liquids, rubbing it
deeply into the skin, until we reached their toes.  Then we moved back up
to their groins and did the same thing to their penises.  Once again they
became rigid and, when they did, we moved above their masts as they had
done to ours.  Slowly we impaled ourselves upon their spears of love until
they were fully inside our bodies.  At that point, we began to bounce up
and down, like a child on a pogo stick, squeezing our rectal muscles around
their boners on each upward lunge.  Soon the brothers were panting, their
mouths open and their heads swaying from side to side, as the pressure of
their impending release began to build.  When their bodies could take no
more stimulation, they groaned, thrust upward, and hosed our intestines
down with their rich lotion of love.  We bucked for a little while longer,
until their erections began to deflate, and then we leaned forward and
kissed them lovingly on their lips.  We remained like that for ten or
fifteen minutes, as they came down from their sexual high.

When Hakim and Mahomet had recovered from their orgasmic bliss, we began to
talk about what had happened between us.

"Man," I began, "I was really shocked when you did that for us.  Being so
religious, I didn't think your faith would allow you to do that."

"Actually, Islam does not allow what we just did.  It was not always that
way, though.  Until around 1700, Islam was very accepting of most types of
sexual relations, as long as it did not harm the parties involved.  After
that time, our faith was influenced by the other religions, mainly
Christian and Jewish groups, and they began to condemn acts between
partners of the same sex.  All the members of our faith do not agree with
this, however, and exceptions permitting this can be found.  A person
breaking this law could be put to death for such acts, but that requires
four witnesses to the act who are willing to speak against him.  That is
why there is only a slight danger in this.  Besides, boys are given more
latitude in this type of behavior and are not judged as harshly for
youthful indiscretions and experimentation."

"I'm sure glad about that," Tad added.  "I'd hate to think that someone
would kill me now, after finally escaping from Sovie."  We all nodded in
agreement.

"Hakim and Mahomet, you two have been so wonderful to us," I told them,
"and I wish that there were some way we could do more to repay you.  Maybe
we could have you come and stay with us for a while, after things settle
down at home."

"We would like that," Mahomet answered, while looking at his older brother
for approval, "and I think that we could convince our parents to let us go.
Please keep in touch with us and possibly we could go back and forth,
visiting each other.  I would like very much for us to remain friends."

"We would too," Tad said, looking to me for approval.  I nodded my
agreement.  "I think our families would agree, as well, especially after
they learned how kind you were to us."  The brothers flashed shocked
expressions to Tad, who immediately understood their confusion. "Not about
the sex part, of course," he added quickly, to eliminate the
misunderstanding.  The brothers let out a sigh of relief after that was
said, realizing that no one else would know about what happened between us.

We got up and went to their bedroom with them, where we all slept together.
None of us bothered to put any clothes on, as they informed us that no
woman would enter their room uninvited, including their mother.  It was
somewhat sad the next morning, however, when it neared the time for our
departure.  We had said good-bye to their parents before they had left for
work, and then the four of us spent the remainder of our time together
while Tad and I waited to be picked up.  By the time Mr. Hage and
Mr. Abdallah arrived to take us home, the four of us were already fast
friends and we pledged not to let the distance interfere with our
closeness.  We exchanged hugs and kissed each other's cheeks as we
departed, as was the custom of the people of this area, and we waved at
each other as we separated and we were led to the limo.  We all had tears
in our eyes as the limo pulled away from their home.

When we finally reached the airport, the limo pulled up beside my family's
corporate jet.  Mr. Hage explained that we would be returning to the States
in it.  There would be Tad and me, Mr. Abdallah and Mr. Hage, Mr. Sovie and
Diego (in leg irons and handcuffs attached to leather belts around their
waists), and four other FBI agents (to guard Sovie and Diego).  Before long
we were in the air and headed back to the USA.  Tad and I looked out the
windows for some of the time, but we got bored when it was just water
beneath us.  We took a short nap, seeing we didn't get a lot of sleep the
night before.  On the last part of our trip, the FBI agents asked us all
sorts of questions about our time with Sovie, since that night he drugged
us and took us away.  They used a video recorder to tape all of our
discussions.

We were still awake and looking out the windows when we approached the US
coastline.  It was a couple of hours more before the jet touched down at
the Dallas airport and we pulled up to the terminal to disembark.  As we
stepped off of the jet, still clad in those same silky pants, Tad's parents
were there to greet us.  We ran over and hugged them and I looked around.

"I see my mother's not here.  I guess I wasn't important enough for her to
come here."

"That's not it, Winthrop," Mrs. Driscoll advised me.  "It's just that she
couldn't come this time; I'll explain why later.  Let me assure you of one
thing, though you might not want to believe me, but your mother proved to
me many times that she loved you.  She was very upset after you had been
abducted and were not in her life and she was so sorry that she hadn't done
a better job with you.  Don't you ever doubt her love for you, though.
I'll tell you more about that later, too."

Tad's parents led us over to another limo and the four of us got in and
headed home.  The FBI agents took Sovie and Diego in another vehicle.  I
suspect that they were headed to prison or jail for now.  I had been
thinking about what Mom Driscoll had said and I decided that I couldn't
wait until later to find out.  They were busy asking Tad about what had
happened to us while we were gone.  They had only been told bits and pieces
of the story, but I just had to interrupt.

"I'm sorry, but I need to know why my mother couldn't come."

"Win," Mom D. began, looking toward her husband for support, "I don't know
how to tell you this, I guess that there is no easy way, but your mother is
dead, dear."  I was floored.  I sat there speechless, my mouth wide open,
and my eyes popping from their sockets.

"I don't understand.  What happened?"  I was in tears by now.  Even though
we had our problems, she was still my mother and I loved her dearly, and
now both of my parents were gone.

"Although it was first made to look like a suicide, an overdose of pills
with alcohol, it was believed that Mr. Sovie killed her.  He will be
standing trial for that, too."  By this time I was bawling and Mom
D. reached out, grabbed my arm, and pulled me to her.  She wrapped her arms
around me and tried to soothe my sorrow and confusion.  When I finally
calmed down, we began to talk again.

"Please, tell me what happened.  I want to...no, I need to know."

"Tad, after you two disappeared, we spent a great deal of time together.
Mr. Sovie, your mother, and the two of us tried to find you and bring you
back, although at the start we didn't know that Mr. Sovie was part of the
problem.  Your mother stopped drinking completely and I got to know her.
She told me an awful lot about herself and I began to understand why she
was like she was.  She had not had a very easy or a very pleasant life,
except for a brief time after she married your father and up until he died.
She took his death very hard and that is why she started drinking."

"But we were never that close, even before my father died."

"I know, Win.  She explained that, too.  She always regretted that part of
her life the most.  She explained that she had a very unpleasant childhood,
that she had been mentally, emotionally, and physically abused, and that
she didn't know how to relate to you.  She felt it would be better for you
if she kept her distance, as she was fearful that she would treat you as
her own parents had treated her.  She did love you, Win, though she didn't
know how to show it.  Later, it was the liquor that caused her confusion
and indifference, not you.  She felt extremely bad about all of this and
she wouldn't want you to blame yourself for any of it.  She knew that the
problems between you two had been caused only by her and she was hoping
that she would have a chance to make that up to you.  I'm sorry that,
because of Mr. Sovie's actions, that will never be able to happen."  At
this point, tears were streaming down my cheeks and I think, for the first
time, I began to understand a little bit about my mother.

"How, exactly, did she die?"

"Your mother was very upset after you left and she became quite depressed
when she realized what she had done to you.  After several months of trying
to deal with this on her own, Mr. Sovie forced her to go to a doctor and he
told the doctor how depressed she was.  The doctor prescribed some
medication for her, to treat the depression, and these were the pills
involved in her death.  Although Mr. Sovie tried to make it look as though
she had taken the pills on her own and then started drinking afterward,
most of us believe that he crushed the pills and put them in her drink
before he gave it to her.  The FBI and the Texas Rangers say that they have
collected evidence to confirm that point of view.  Anyway, your mother died
and Mr. Sovie inherited all of her estate, as you were her only other heir
and the Texas Rangers had concluded that you boys were dead.  They told us
differently, but spread that story so Mr. Sovie could inherit her wealth
and get him to tip his hand.  Obviously it worked."

"But what about now?"

"Now, Win, dear, all of that is yours.  You've inherited everything.  The
house, her bank and other accounts, and even her interest in your family's
corporation are all yours now, but they will be controlled by an executor
until you come of age."

"But what about me?  I have no parents now.  What will happen to me?"

"Win, after we got to know your mother, she asked us if we would agree to
be your guardians, if something should ever happen to her and you were
found.  We agreed that we would and she had her will changed shortly
thereafter.  Legally, you will now be living with us."  I was overjoyed at
that news and I hugged her neck forcefully.  She finally had to ask me to
relax my hold, as I was hurting her.

"And who is this executor person you mentioned before?"

"With the support of the Texas Rangers, the court has agreed that my
husband will act as executor, taking care of everything and acting in your
best interest. He would continue to do this until either you were found or
you reached the legal age to manage things for yourself."

"This is great.  You two are my parents now and you'll help me with all of
the money stuff, so I don't have that to worry about.  Even though that's
great, what's even better is that Tad and I will be brothers now, right?"

"Yes," Dad D. explained, "I guess that pretty much sums things up."

I was happy and excited, but somehow not yet complete.  I thought about
this until we reached home and then I asked them a question.  "Would you
take me to my mother's grave first?  I'd really like to see where she is."

"If that's what you want," Dad D. answered.

"It is.  Where is she buried?"

"She's in the family vault, beside your father.  We went to the funeral."

"Thank you for going, I wish that I could have gone too.  I'd like to see
her now, if you don't mind."  We got back into the limo and Dad D. gave the
driver directions on how to get to the cemetery.  We drove in, pulled up in
front of the mausoleum where the family vaults were kept, and we got out
and went inside.  Dad D. showed me where she was and Tad went with me for
support.  I could see her name and vital dates on the marble slab that
covered her resting place, right beside the one with my father's remains.
I asked Tad and his...I mean our, parents if they would mind waiting
outside, so I could be alone with my parents for a few minutes.  They
agreed and Tad and Mom D. kissed me before they went out and Dad
D. squeezed my shoulder.  I stood there, all alone in front of the markers,
trying to form in my head what I wanted to say.  When I thought I knew what
I wanted to say, I opened my mouth to utter the words."

"Mom, I'm sorry that I felt the way I did about you.  I just didn't know
about all the bad things in your life.  I wish that we could have been
closer and that you could have known that I really did love you.  I'm glad
that I know now that you really loved me too.  I want to thank you for
making the Driscolls my guardians and I will never forget you and what you
tried to do for me in the end.  I want you and Dad to be happy and together
now, and maybe someday we will all be together again.

"Dad, I miss you too, more than anyone can ever know, and I want to thank
you for making sure that I have what I will need to grow up.  With the
house and all of the money, I shall never have any worries.  I also hope
that you two will understand the things that I might do in the future with
the things you've left for me.  I will not waste them, but I do want to use
them to make the others, whom I love, happy too.

"And please don't hate me for calling Mr. and Mrs. Driscoll 'mom' and
'dad'.  They will be my parents now, but that doesn't mean that I will ever
love the two of you any less.  In fact, I think that will only make me love
you both more.  I will visit you often, to let you know how I am doing, and
I know that you will be watching over me.  This is not good-bye, only
another opportunity to stay in touch, and I promise that I will make you
both proud of me.  I'm going to leave now, but I shall never forget either
of you."  I kissed both of the stones that covered my parents' final
resting place and then I left.  Tad and his parents were waiting for me in
the limo.  I rejoined them and the driver began to drive away from my past.

"Could we make one more stop?" I asked them.  "I'd really like to go back
and see my old home before we go to yours."  Dad D. nodded and informed the
driver of our change in plans.  Several minutes later, we were pulling up
in front of the Randall mansion.  I got out, asked them all to join me, and
we went inside.  Some of the staff were there, as they still lived on the
third floor, and I showed Mom and Dad D. around.  I told them about the
various memories I had about different places in the house and then I led
them outside, to the back yard.  Tad and I explained how the play area
served in some of our old adventures and how many memories we had there.

"What's going to happen to this place?" I asked.

"It will be maintained for you until you come of age," Dad D. told me.
"Then you can do with it as you please.  It's such a magnificent house that
I'm sure you'll want to keep it."

"I do, but I'd like it even more if we could all live here.  You could sell
your house and we could live here.  My money would pay to keep the house
going and pay the staff.  Please, can we do it?  You've done so much for me
that I want you to let me do something for you.  You'd love it here.  It's
a really nice home and you could have the master suite.  The staff would do
most of the work, so you'd have more time to spend with Tad and me.
Please.  Please let me do this for all of us.  Then Tad and I can play our
adventures like we used to and we'll all be so happy together."

Mom and Dad D. looked at each other and smiled.  "If that's what you want,"
Mom D. advised me, "we certainly wouldn't object to living in this lovely
home.  What do you think, Tad?"

"Yeah, that would be great.  Even though Win and I didn't have many really
great times here, I'm sure we could.  I wouldn't mind living here at all,
especially with Win."  We all laughed a little at his last statement and
then Dad D. informed the staff of our plans.  The members of the staff were
delighted, as it meant they would all have their jobs and things wouldn't
have to change much for them.

Within a month we were moved in and settled.  Tad and I shared my old room.
We didn't take the security system or the cameras out, but they were locked
up and tightly guarded from that day on.  I was happy now and part of a
family again, and I still had my old house and my memories of my parents.
It had been a rocky road for all of us, full of lots of bumps and potholes.
Even though I had not realized a lot of things along the way, like about my
mother's problems and of her love, I had learned much during that time.  I
had also found something, too.  After all of that time, I had finally found
love.

THE END

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