Date: Thu, 12 Apr 2001 11:41:27 EDT
From: Bwstories8@aol.com
Subject: Finding Love - chapter 4

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Finding Love - by BW                             Copyright 2000 by billwstories
Chapter 4 - A dark cloud passes over our home.   April 2000

Mr. Sovie became a regular visitor to our house.  After a few weeks of
trying, he finally got my mother to leave the house with him, although none
of us knew where they went or what they did.  They must have gone out on a
date, like he had mentioned before.  My feelings about him never changed,
though, and I kept both eyes open to see what he was up to.  He seemed to
be somewhat friendly towards me, but I was never at ease when he was
around.  Maybe at that time he still thought that I had to like him for my
mother to consider him as a serious beau.  To tell you the truth, as long
as they both left me alone and didn't ruin my life, I didn't care what they
did with each other.

Tad's father had been reading us chapters from "The Hobbit', and we had
only one chapter to go.  It was a great story and it gave us so many new
characters we could pretend to be, and many new foes to defeat.  Mostly we
switched between playing Bilbo Baggins and Gandalf the wizard, and we
traveled all around the Middle-earth.  We fought goblins, giant spiders, a
dragon named Smaug, and a nasty little creature named Gollum (who has my
birthday present, my preciousss?) to hide from.  With all of these newfound
villains to occupy our time, our weekends passed quickly.  During the poor
weather days, we would play the fantasy game on the computer, the one that
Tad gave me.  This wasn't as good as our own exploits, but it was good
enough to keep us busy.

There were other things that kept us busy, too.  We had continued our
earlier sexual activity and carried it over from Tad's house.  That next
weekend, when we stayed at my house, we tried it again, but this time we
didn't have our underwear on.  I had climbed on top of Tad to give him a
kiss and then we started grinding our hips into each other.  We both had to
reach down and adjust our weenies, because when they were soft they were in
awkward positions.  That meant that when they started to get hard, they
were getting bent and it hurt.  After our repositioning, our wieners were
now side by side and we started to rub them against each other again.  We
continued our juvenile humping like that until we got those tingly feelings
in our stomachs again.  We tried to do it more after that, but we started
to get a little sore from excessive friction.  This caused us to stop for
the night.  We both did like the feelings that we got from that particular
activity, so we've done it almost every night since.  Once in a while,
though, we just rub each other's boners with our hands, for a change of
pace.

The next several months flew by.  Tad and I spent every weekend together
and that Sovie guy kept coming to my house to visit that woman that lived
upstairs.  They started going out more often and she was even coming down
and talking to the staff.  She tried to talk to me one afternoon, but I
just brushed her off and went to my room.  I wanted her to feel what it was
like when someone ignored her and acted like she was worthless.  I wanted
to give her an indication of how she made me feel when she ignored me all
of those times when I needed her.  She may be overcoming most of her
problems, but she's going to have a much more difficult time when dealing
with me.  I'm not going to make it easy for her.  I'm going to make her
suffer and squirm as much as I can.  Now that I've got a family to be a
part of, I was learning how much fun that is and how happy I can be.  Now,
I was beginning to realize how much of my life she had stolen from me.  It
happened from the time I was seven, when my father died, until I was nine
or ten and became close to the Driscolls.  She was the one who robbed me of
all the happiness that I should have enjoyed as a child.  During those
three or four years, she replaced what should have been a wonderful time
with feelings of inadequacy, loneliness, and sadness.  For that, I am going
to make her suffer.

I was spending another of my weekends at Tad's house when his parents
decided to take us to spend Saturday at the zoo.  It was wonderful.  Sure,
I knew about all of those animals before I went, but I don't think that I
could ever fully appreciate them until I saw them for myself.  I couldn't
believe how big that elephant really was or how long the giraffe's neck
could be.  I didn't realize how large the lion's teeth were or how long and
big around some of those snakes grew to be.  This was really going to help
us when we had adventures where some of these animals were involved.  I
know that I'll feel more scared now, when I'm standing next to Aslan and
realizing how vicious he could be if he wanted to.  It would also make it
different when we were pretending to be explorers.  From now on, I'd have
to think more about the animals that might be around and not just
concentrate on the natives in the area.  That would double the suspense and
fun.  This was really great.

That night at Tad's house, when we were alone in his bed, we were talking
about how we would include these things in our upcoming adventures.  Out of
nowhere, Tad asks me if he can kiss me.  No, not just kiss me, but he
wanted to kiss me the same way that people kiss on television and in the
movies.  He had seen these kisses and heard other kids talking about this
type of kissing, and he wanted to try it.  He wanted to give me a grown-up
kiss, not a baby kiss.  I said 'okay', but I still wasn't completely sure
what to expect.  I started to pucker again, but he told me not to do that.
I asked what I should do, and he told me to relax and leave my mouth open.
I did and he put his lips on mine.  Then I felt his tongue enter my mouth.
I still didn't know what to do, so I froze.  Tad pulled back.

"What's wrong?  You don't seem to be enjoying this."

"I just don't know what to do."

"Why?  You watch the same programs and movies that I do."

"Yes I do, but I guess that I don't see the same things that you do."

"Well, I'll explain it to you then.  When I put my tongue in your mouth,
you do the same to me.  Then, we're supposed to let our tongues rub all
over each other, and after that we can suck on each other's tongues.  You
know, kind of like sucking on a Tootsie Pop."

"Okay.  It sounds kind of gross, but I guess that I can do that.  Who sucks
on whose tongue first?"

"That's up to you.  Do you want to go first or do you want me to?"

"You go first.  You know what to do.  I want to see how you do it and then
I'll do it back.  Is that okay with you?"

"Sure."

We started again.  This time when Tad put his tongue into my mouth, I let
mine slip between his lips.  We slid our tongues around each other for a
while and then he took his tongue back out of my mouth.  I left my tongue
where it was and Tad started to suck on it.  It felt kind of funny and it
tickled a little, but it made my weenie start to get hard.  Within a few
seconds, it was so stiff that I think that even Superman would have had a
tough time trying to bend it.  It did feel good, though.  Pretty soon Tad
stopped sucking on my tongue and he stuck his tongue back into my mouth.  I
pulled my tongue back and started to suck on his tongue, like he had done
to mine.  I was curious if our kissing had affected Tad the same way it did
me, so I reached over to touch his dick.  It was as hard as mine.  I
started to play with it, rubbing it up and down, and I soon felt Tad's hand
doing the same thing to mine.  This was a lot better than the old way.  We
kept doing that for a whole lot longer, but when we finally stopped to go
to sleep, I think that we both knew that we wanted to do it again and that
we wanted to try more new things.

The Driscolls threw me another party for my eleventh birthday.  They were
great.  On Saturday afternoon they invited a few of the kids from our class
over for a party.  We played all kinds of games and we had cake and ice
cream.  It was a lot of fun, but that wasn't all.  After the kids left, we
cleaned up the house quickly and then they sent Tad and me up to take a
shower and get dressed.  They were taking us out to dinner.  We went to a
nice restaurant and we had a fun time together.  The food was pretty good
too.  It was a great day and I had so much fun.  I thanked them over and
over again when we got back to the house.  Besides the party they gave me
last year, I can't remember having so much fun.

A few weeks later I had another surprise.  This one was at my house,
though.  When I came back from Tad's, the butler called me aside to speak
to me.  "I know that you don't speak much to your mama, Master Win, so I
think that I'd better tell you the news.  Your mama and Mr. Sovie are going
to go away and get married."

"What?  You mean that he's going to be my father?"

"To be precise, he'll be your stepfather.  You seem to be troubled by this
news.  Don't you like him, Master Win?"

"Not really.  He tries to be nice to me, but he gives me the creeps.  I
don't know what it is about him, but I don't trust him.  Something just
isn't right.  What is going to happen?"

"They are closing down the house for two weeks, so they can go away.
They're going to get married and then go on their honeymoon at that time."

"What about me?  What am I supposed to do?"

"Well, no one had told me anything about that directly.  Some of the staff
will be staying in their quarters on the third floor, so there will be
others around.  The rest of the house will be closed down, though, but I
imagine that I can get one of them to watch over you and to take you out
for meals."

"You mean that no one has even thought about me?  She didn't even take the
time to make sure that I was going to be all right?"

"I'm sorry, Master Win.  It must have slipped her mind."

"Like heck it slipped her mind.  She just doesn't care anything about me,
and this guy must not, either.  Don't worry about me.  I'll get Tad's
parents to let me stay there.  They're my real family anyway.  They'll let
me stay there and they'll make sure that I'm taken care of.  If my
so-called mother asks, tell her I can take care of myself."

"But Master Win, you shouldn't talk that way about your mama.  I'm sure she
was just so excited about the wedding that it slipped her mind."

"I slipped out of her mind long before that.  She hasn't had a thing to do
with me since my father died.  You don't know what it's like to live in the
same house with her and to know that she never even thinks about me."

"It was probably the drink, Master Win.  It clouded her mind and took over
her life."

"What about now?  She's been off the booze for a while now and she still
doesn't think about me.  She doesn't speak to me any differently than she
does to you and the rest of the staff.  To her, I'm just one of the hired
help.  I'm not her son and she doesn't love me.  I hate her, I hate him,
and I hate living in this house."

"Master Win, you shouldn't feel that way.  This is your home and she is
your mama."

"Maybe I shouldn't feel that way, but I do.  This may be my home, but she
is no longer my mother.  She may have given birth to me, but she doesn't
care anything about me.  I still hate her, no matter what you say.  When
are they leaving?"

"They will be leaving a week from this Friday.  I believe they are getting
married the next day and they will be leaving on their honeymoon after
that."

"Fine.  When I go to Tad's this weekend, I'll just take all my clothes with
me.  I'll stay there for as long as I can."

"But they aren't leaving until the week after that, Master Win."

"I don't care.  I'm leaving THIS weekend and I'm not coming back until I
absolutely have to.  I'll go to the Driscolls after school tomorrow and
talk this over with them.  Right now, I'm going to my room and pack my
things.  Would you please have someone bring up one of the larger suitcases
for me to use?"

"Very well, Master Win.  I will see to it that the proper suitcase is
delivered to your room.  Will you be needing anything else?"

"No, that will be all.  Thank you for your help and for the information."

I went to my room and started to get my things together while my mind was
racing a mile a minute.  How could she plan to leave and not even worry
about me?  I was only eleven years old, for God's sake, not twenty.  How
could she forget about her only child?  How could I mean so little to her
that she could go away without knowing where I'd be or who would be taking
care of me?  Damn, I hate her more each minute.  I began to select the
things I would be taking with me, but it was difficult to see through my
tears.  I kept wiping the moisture from my eyes, but I was determined not
to let it stop me from finishing my task.  I wanted to be ready to leave
there.

The next day after school, I went home with Tad.  I told his parents my
story, and they said that I was welcome to stay with them for as long as I
wanted or needed.  I could see that they were as shocked by my mother's
actions as I was, even though they tried to hide it.  They were very
understanding and very sympathetic but, better than that, they were very
comforting.  Within minutes they had me feeling better about myself again,
and they let me know that they loved me.  They also made sure that I knew
that I would always have a home with them, whenever I needed one.  I can't
begin to explain to you how good it made me feel, just to know that they
really cared about me.

That Friday, I went home went home with Tad, and his mother drove us over
to my house to pick up my suitcase.  I went into the house and the butler
went with me up to my room.  He carried my suitcase down the stairway for
me and he put it into the car.  I thanked him again, for all of his help.

"Master Win, you let me know if you need anything.  I'll be stopping by
from time to time while your mama's gone, and someone will give me the
message.  You take care and I hope to see you when I return."

"I'm sure you will, and thank you.  It's nice to know that you care."

We left the house and drove back to Tad's house.  They didn't give me time
to feel bad or to get down.  They had the whole weekend planned out for us,
from the time we arrived and for every minute thereafter.  That night we
went to dinner at 'Play Land'.  That's one of those restaurants for kids
that serve meals and also have all kinds of machines and things for kids to
play on.  It was great.  Tad and I did all sorts of things, and we competed
on a bunch of the arcade type games.  We must have stayed there for more
than three hours, and we had so much fun.  Tad and I thanked his parents in
the car and we went home.  When we got there, they had a video for us to
watch, one of those recently released action films that both Tad and I
wanted to see.  Tad told me later that he told them what video to get.  We
all watched it together while sitting on the sofa.  Tad and I sat between
his parents and they both had their arms around us.  It was really super.
When we went to bed that night, I was still so excited that I just lat on
the bed and thought about what a wonderful evening it had been.  I really
love it here.

Saturday we got up, ate breakfast, and then we got dressed in some old
clothes, because Tad's mom was going to take us to the park.  Once we got
there, Tad and I ran around and played on all of the equipment, as we acted
out another one of our adventures.  This time we chose to go exploring in
the Amazon jungle, because we had all of the equipment there to help us.
We'd climb mountains on the jungle gym, we'd go over waterfalls when we
went down the slide, and we'd cross over huge canyons on rope bridges when
we used the horizontal ladder.  Then, we'd cross a river filled with
piranha when we walked through the wading pool, we'd enter an old jungle
temple when we entered the recreation building, and we'd study different
groups of natives as we watch the other people move around in the park.  It
was really cool.  Tad's mom watched us while she sunned herself, lying on a
chaise longue by the wading pool.  After we went home, we had a big dinner,
and then Mom and Dad Driscoll took us out to the movies.  It was the new
Disney film.  Once again, we went to bed that evening very satisfied with
our day.  We were both so tired that night that we went right to sleep.

Sunday morning we ate breakfast and then we went to church together.  When
the church service was over, we went out to eat a quick lunch before we
went to a children's matinee.  It was a local production of the musical
'Oliver' and it was very interesting and well done.  It was a story about a
boy who didn't have a family and he lived in an orphanage.  He was even
treated worse than I was at home.  I always had something to eat and the
staff was nice to me.  When Oliver Twist sang the song 'Where Is Love?', I
could really relate to what he was feeling.  I've felt the same way.  I
thought about my mother as he sang the song.  Why can't I get her to love
me the same way other mothers love their children?  What did I do to make
her hate me so much?  I felt really good for Oliver at the end of the
story, when he got to go live with his grandfather who loved him, and it
left me hoping that, maybe someday, I'd get to live with someone who loved
me like that.

After the matinee we went home.  Tad and I played outside for a while and
then we had dinner.  After dinner we watch some television together, all of
us, and we went to bed early because of school the next day.  I thanked Mom
and Dad Driscoll before I went to bed, telling them that I appreciated all
that they did to make me forget about my problems.  They smiled at me, and
they told me it was their pleasure.  Then they both kissed me good night.
I slept very well.

The school week went by quickly, but I was beginning to feel sad as the
next weekend approached.  I think that Mom Driscoll sensed this, and she
tried her best to distract me.  This time I wasn't buying it.

"Win, dear, why don't you tell me what's bothering you?"

I looked her straight in the eye as I answered her.  "It's my mom's
wedding.  I can't believe that she wouldn't want me there with her."

"I know, honey," she answered while giving me a hug.  "I don't understand
that either, but you can't let it bother you.  Just concentrate on being a
boy and having fun.  Everything will work itself out eventually.  In the
mean time, you have us and we'll make sure that you're well taken care of."

"I know you will.  Thanks, Mom.  I really love you, and I love Dad Driscoll
and Tad, too.  I don't know what I'd do without you."

"Well, you don't have to worry about that, because you do have us and you
will have us as long as you need us.  Now, why don't you and Tad run along
and play one of your games?"  She turned me around so I faced in the other
direction, and then she swatted me on my butt.  "You boys go outside, have
some fun, and keep out of trouble."

We did, and the weekend passed by quickly.  Not only the weekend flew by,
but the next two weeks as well.  Before I knew it, my mother and her new
husband were expected to return home.  The butler called the Driscolls'
home and told me that they should be returned Tuesday evening.  The staff
was going to open the house back up that weekend to make sure that
everything was clean and in order before they arrived.  He said that the
construction crews had left quite a mess behind.  When I asked him what
construction crews, he told me more things that I didn't know about.  It
seems that Mr. Sovie had ordered a new fire protection system installed,
and a new security system put in.  I couldn't believe it.  They weren't
even married yet, and he was having things changed and taking over like he
owned the place.

I told Mom Driscoll about what I was told and she explained to me that I
would have to learn to accept that, as he was now the new head of the
household.  She also told me that I should be there when they arrived, so I
could congratulate them.  When I balked at that idea, she told me that if I
wanted to mend fences between my mother and myself, and if I didn't want to
have problems with my new stepfather, I should be there when they returned.
I knew that she was right, so I gave in.  She took me home Sunday evening,
so I could get things unpacked and check things out before they arrived.
She knew that the staff would be there to meet my needs and to look after
me for those couple of days.

When I arrived, the first thing that I noticed was the new security pad by
the front door.  There was an identical pad next to each of the other
doors, as well.  I didn't understand why we would need this, as the staff
was in the house all of the time.  Different people worked different
shifts, but someone was around all day long, with the exception of the past
two weeks, while all of this stuff was being put in.  The next thing that I
noticed was the new smoke detectors located in every room.  I was told that
all of the controls for both systems were kept in the new entertainment
center that was to be kept locked in the office.  That office was my
father's, but now it was to be used solely by Mr. Sovie, and he had
complete control of the daily operations of the household.  I really think
that he wasted a whole lot of my mother's money putting that stuff in, but
hey, I'm only a kid and what do I know?

When they got home, I was waiting at the front entrance with the staff.  My
mother and Mr. Sovie came in and said hello to everyone, and they both
tousled my hair.  No hugs, no kisses, and no 'we missed you'.  I was just
another member of the staff.  I was just younger and smaller, but I meant
no more to them than the others did.  I'm so glad that I came back to greet
them.  NOT!  I did run into Bart Sovie on a few occasions after that, and
he made sure that he let me know where I stood.  He told me that children
were to be seen and not heard, and that's what he expected of me.  He also
told me that I could basically do whatever I wanted, as long as I didn't
get in his way or mess things up.  What a loving stepfather.  Yeah, sure he
is.  My life is much better, now.  NOT!

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