Date: Wed, 7 Nov 2007 11:33:09 +0100
From: Al Peres <al.peres@hotmail.com>
Subject: Happiness - Part One

NOTE FROM THE AUTHOR. This is a sweet story of love, product of my
imagination where egoisms and selfishness are banned. It depicts sex
contacts between minors and no adult is involved; therefore all warnings
apply.  English is not my mother language, so, please, be acquiescent with
the syntax. Comments will be welcomed to: "al.peres@hotmail.com"


HAPPINESS - Part 1 of 2


Chapter 1

Julia was 12 y/o, she had a lovely black long hair combed to her shoulders
and fixed by a linen trap on top of her head. Her skin was smooth, flawless
and as white as the milk, as her grand mother used to say about her when
she was a baby. She was a pure Latin; being merged in her the ascendants of
Spanish and Italian of her parents.  She had large black eyes and long
curved eyelashes; thick red lips, white teeth, oval face with chin slightly
parted.  She probably was the prettiest girl of her age in the school; that
would mean that she should have been subject of all boys' attentions,
however it was all on contrary. She was poor in a sea of rich boys and
girls, nevertheless, she had an advantage above all; especially over near
all the students in his grade, she had been gifted with an exceptional
bright intelligence. Most of the students in his grade hated her right from
the beginning she entered in that school; she paid them back by taking any
opportunity to humiliate them answering questions that they could not do,
that was her revenge; however, out of class she was bulled by her mates
offending her poverty. Her father had been a high executive in an
electronic company, but two years ago he died in a road accident caused by
a drunken man. She suffered and still missed her father, however she was
very lucky because she had her mother, a still young woman of 37 y/o who
was employed in a Governmental computing office. They had to abandon their
homeland when she got this job. With the money paid by the insurance, they
bought a lovely little old house built among blocks of large residential
and luxury houses. She purchased it, first, because it was located in a
place with good communications to her job; second it was not far from an
excellent and high standard private school; and third, she thought, her
daughter would have the opportunity to contact with highly educated people
and above all to receive a high standard education as her father had had.

Julia was intelligent enough and knew the tremendous effort that her mother
was doing to bring her up in that society, so she never complained or told
her about the hell she was living in the school every day. Fortunately she
was happy in the school premises, because from the Director to the last
teacher, they felt proud of having such a good student, mentioning her on
every opportunity as an example to follow, being her picture placed on top
of the honour pad. That even increased the hate of those rich girls and
boys that could not have the same results as she had. Obviously, she had
not any friend; she always told her mom that she was too engaged in her
studies to cultivate any friendship. As any young, she loved pop music but
also classic's; she played piano and three times a week, she spent the
evening in the school attending to music classes, until her mom picked her
up.

There was an exception on her disgust to others; it was of a pretty blond
boy that was sat near her in class; his name was Patrick. This boy was
exceptionally good in maths, even better than her; however he was not his
friend, but he talked to her in a friendly manner and was very kind; they
normally had lunch together; in summary they were good pals. She felt this
boy was too pretty, too perfect, like those stars in the movies. He had
long silky blond hair; blue eyes, a lovely nose and he showed two lovely
dimples on his face when he laughed. This was an extra item for the rest of
the girls to hate her even more, because he preferred her to talk to,
instead of them. He was very attached to his brother; they seemed more like
lovers than brothers. Mark, his brother, was over one year older than he
was; studying in a different grade, but at the end of the day both brothers
waited each other to walk home; they never took the bus as she never did,
except with rough weather; from that she deducted they lived not far from
the school, but she never asked him.

Mark was not pretty, Mark was handsome, and he had the same dimples as his
younger brother, however that was the only resemblance in both. Mark was
black haired and with curly hair; he had very much the same eyes as she
had; had a wide chest and strong hands. He was the typical cool boy and had
many friends, but it seemed not many were close ones, except his own
brother. He laughed to everybody and the girls sighed about him. She had
carefully observed him and could notice he took any opportunity to observe
her, however, they had not yet been introduced and that was a law in that
school. One of those days that she had not music, after a math class, the
teacher wanted both of them to remain for a few minutes after the bell
rang; the rest of students looked at them with envy and hated Julia even
more. After some minutes discussing about another possible solution to a
math problem, he thanked both youngsters for their cooperation and finally
they ended it. Talking they went out; all students had gone, either to home
or to the bus stop, except Mark that was waiting for his brother outside;
when they met, Mark looked at Julia and she looked at him. Patrick them
said:

	"Mark, let me introduce you the greatest genius in maths, Julia."
Then looking at Julia he added: "Julia, this is my brother Mark, also a
genius in physic, geography and sports." Both looked into each other eyes
and the boy politely extended his hand, Julia shook it, and at the contact
both blushed.

	"Hi, Julia!"

	"Glad to know you, Mark. Please don't believe Patrick, he is too
kind with me. Sorry I must go, my mom would get upset if I am late." She
lied, because her mother would arrive a few minutes later.

	"We are going on the same direction, can we accompany you?"

	"Of course, you can. However I may arise some jealousies on some
persons." Both boys laughed frankly, and Mark, showing his fingers, said:

"Oh don't worry, I am not still engaged." They laughed again and started
chatting about simple things. Mark never felt so easy with a girl and after
what seemed five seconds, instead of twenty minutes, she stopped in front
of her little and lovely house.

	"Well, this is my home." Mark looked into those beautiful eyes and
she felt as if he got her naked. She blushed as she added: "Thanks for your
company." Addressing to Patrick: "Patrick thanks for your help. "Till
tomorrow." This is the way used in Europe to say good-bye. She smiled at
them and entered in the house; she immediately peeked thru the curtains to
see the brothers talking down the street. She did not know where they
lived, but probably not far, she thought.

Julia was excited as she watched Mark and Patrick walking down the street
to their home; she remained in the window behind the curtains until they
disappeared among the trees. Her young heart was beating hard; she sat on
the sofa ordering her thoughts. "What has happened to me? She thought; Mark
was not the first boy she had seen; there were hundreds of them in the
school of all ages, however she had to recognized that not all were so
handsome as he was, moreover, no one had approached to her." When she
calmed down went to her room, undressed from the school uniform and folded
it neatly on the chair; she unbuttoned her shirt and tossed it on the bed,
she was naked except for her panties and socks. She looked herself on the
full length mirror and observed her little beautiful breasts that had grown
a lot lately; she would need a bra in a couple of months, or even before;
in fact she should have been already wearing it, as her mom advised her,
but she felt more comfortable without it; up to now she had not been
interested on showing a better figure to others, especially to boys. She
raised her right hand and massaged lightly her left breast, immediately she
felt an electric discharge thru her body with a lovely warm sensation of
pleasure in her crotch. Instinctively she placed her left hand on her
vagina and rubbed it up and down, only separated by the fine fabric. She
gasped as a strong feeling swept thru her entire body; she deeply blushed,
as she had never touched herself in that manner, however, it was too good,
she needed more. She dragged her panties down and stepped out of them; then
she lay on the bed and resumed her touches, now on the bare body. She had
only a few pubes on her crotch since she had started menstruating only two
months ago; she noticed the wetness of her juices as she continued rubbing
her clit. The lovely sensation was in crescendo, se started moaning and
gasping; the warmest sensation ever experienced swept thru her entire
body. She could not stop, but increased her rubbing. Her body got rigid and
her breath increased; she closed her eyes; she thought of Mark touching her
and suddenly that beautiful feeling arrived as she experienced her first
real powerful orgasm with a loud groan that even scared her. When it
subsided, her breath recovered to her normal rate and she smiled with
mischief. She stood and looking to her image reflected on the mirror she
showed out her tongue naughtily "You liked it, didn't you?" She smiled,
took her clothes and went into the bathroom to have a shower; her mom would
come back within half an hour and she had many chores to do.

As soon as Julia entered in the house, Mark placed his arm round his
brother's shoulders.

	"Why didn't you tell me about this girl?"

	"Why? You have not been particularly interested in any girl, though
there are many who would lose their virginity with you." Mark laughed and
squeezed his brother shoulders.

	"You always exaggerating my sex appeal, but may I remind you that
you have broken more hearts than I did."

	"Probably, but not Julia's; besides up to now my only true loves is
walking near me." They slowed their walking.

	"I love you Patrick and hope you change in the future; girls are
beautiful creatures."

	"I know, but by now I am not interested on them. Julia is a
wonderful specimen, as you probably would call her in your physic class;
but be careful, she is not as stupid as the others. She is not an easy
girl."

	"I can't explain myself why she does not have more friends being so
cool and pretty as she is."

	Well, as far as I have heard, she's poor, at least in money. I
overheard that she lost her dad two years ago, and now her mom works hard
to make their living and to pay the school. Both work hard no having many
of those facilities that you can find in our home."

	"It is not fair; she is beautiful and clever and probably deserves
to enjoy a better life."

	"Sure she does, but that is not our problem." As they were arriving
home, their little sister run to Mark's arms. He thought: "It is not my
problem, but I guess it will be." They spent the evening doing their
homework and after dinner went to bed. It was Thursday and could not waste
much time. Since they moved to that house seven years back, they slept on
the same room and bed. The house built by their father, was not a mansion,
but large enough for family to live, including their uncle and Granny's
visits. Patrick had a room of his own, but when he was five he was scared
of the noises and cuddled in his brother's arms; since then they slept
together, except when a friend came to sleepover. As they grew they found
the nice feelings of touching one another expressing their mutual
love. Patrick had arrived to the conclusion that he did not like girls but
was in love with his brother. Mark loved his younger brother dearly and
could not deny him anything; so they carried out their lovemaking very
often, especially during the weekends, however Mark never permitted his
brother to fuck him in the ass, Patrick loved the feeling of fullness
produced by his brother dick into him. That night when they were cuddled in
the bed, Patrick felt his brother hardness between his butt cheeks.

	"Mark, you are hard and wet and I'm getting hard, too."

	"Yes, I am, and I don't know why, but I can't put my mind out of
that beautiful girl. She has lovely lips like you." Patrick turned around
and kissed his brother deeply on the lips; their tongues swirled inside and
started rubbing their crotches; their nude young bodies getting hotter for
moments. "Please Patrick, lock the door." Patrick gladly jumped out of the
bed and locked the door; the sound of the TV downstairs arrived as their
parents spent some time cuddled in the large coach. As Patrick lay down,
Mark jumped on top of him and started kissing his beautiful brother.

	"Mark, please, fuck me. I want to feel you inside me; you don't
need to put any lube, your precum will be more than enough." Mark started
kissing, licking and sucking his brother's nipples, stomach and crotch; he
finally arrived to that lovely little dick and put it into his
mouth. Patrick moaned in pleasure and started breathing heavily; when Mark
felt his brother was near his dry orgasm he left it, lifted Patrick's legs
to his chest and placed his dick on his pucker. With a light push he
entered him and slowly back and forth he started fucking him. A few minutes
later both were gasping for air as they approached to their orgasms. Mark
kissed Patrick passionately, took in his hand his dick and started the
final part of their lovemaking. Mark felt how his dick was being pressed
inside his brother guts as he reached the peak of his lust. Mark body got
rigid and with a strong push he mentally murmured: "I love you Julia",
starting offloading his seeds deep into his brother. He collapsed on top of
Patrick that hugged his elder brother to his chest. When they recovered
their breath Mark said:

	"I love you, Patrick."

	"I love you, too, Mark. They unlocked the door and cuddled into
their arms. A couple of minutes later they were rock asleep.

Chapter 2

Mark and Patrick started having lunch in the same table than Julia, she was
very pleased, however she did as if she had not changed on anything,
nevertheless her heart started beating hard when she saw the brothers
approaching with their trays to where she alone used to lunch. Most of the
girls and boys of Patrick's grade looked surprised how they treated that
deprived girl who they hated. Julia was in the heaven seeing the most
beautiful boys of the school accompanying her.

	"Julia, do you have music all evenings?" Mark asked.

	"No, now only twice a week, used to be three times, but the
professor said that I'm progressing and I don't need that extra day, so now
are Tuesday and Thursday."

	"Well, that coincides with the days we have sport, isn't it
Patrick?

	"Yes, you're right."

	"Julia, could you pass me the salt, please? Mark asked. Julia took
the saltcellar and in the moment to give him it their hands lightly
touched. They looked at each other and both blushed embarrassed; Patrick
saw it but he did as if had not noticed anything; he thought his brother
had started a real crush on Julia. She them said:

	"I love soccer and I have known you are in the junior school
team. When are you expecting to play an official match?"

	"Would you see us?" Patrick asked.

	"Well, if you promise me that you will attend to my piano concert."
Immediately Mark intervened looking into Julia's eyes.

	"You can bet that I will be there." She smiled to him and Mark
melted. In that moment two girls interrupted their conversation; they
looked as Mark's old friends.

	"Mark, we need your help, we have some doubts regarding a physic
problem and." Mark interrupted them. He perfectly knew that their
motivations were different as they expressed, so he politely smiled.

	"I'm sorry I don't have any paper and pencil to write you down the
answer, I may do that this evening in the library, if you like." They were
not so silly, so they understood he was telling them to go. She looked at
him, grinned and looked at Julia with hate and resentment. Julia smiled to
herself, she imagined how frustrated the girls should have felt and hated
her. Near every day they started to walk home together, stopping in their
way some times only to spend more time together. Julia and Mark knew that
they loved each other, however no one will tell the other.  Julia hoped he
would tell her and Mark felt terrible embarrassed, even fearing she would
reject him, so he preferred to keep her at least as a friend.

There was a lovely little park near Julia's home with a very old and large
tree; she loved to sit under it and make some of her homework, especially
maths and physic, whenever the weather permitted it, like now; she had the
hope in her young heart that Mark may pass thru the street and could meet
him. She was concentrate on a math problem on her notebook when she heard:

	"You have an error on the second equation" She near jumped, but it
was a sweet and modulated voice.  "Sorry I might have scared you." It was
an old but elegant woman that must have been beautiful when she was young;
probably she was now over 60 y/o, carrying a wooden stick with a golden dog
head. "This is a lovely place to make calculations." Julia looked at her;
she observed her well-cared hands, long fingers and abundant white hair
that probably sometime was blond. In one finger she wore a thick gold ring
with a small green stone in it. All of her showed she was a rich person,
but different, she was elegant and not overcharged with jewellery; her
clothes were expensive; she was sure she was not an American. She had some
features that remind her to someone who could not identify by now. The lady
smiled at her and interrupted her thoughts. "Have you arrived to any
conclusion regarding me?" Julia deeply blushed because she had guessed what
she was thinking about her.

	"I'm very sorry Madame; I have been a little bit surprised to see
you; there are not many persons who come here to enjoy the lovely shadow
and freshness provided by this old tree, they prefer the air conditioned."

	"Don't you like air conditioned?"

	"To be honest, yes, I do; but when possible, I prefer what Mother
Nature gives us. I know that people like me are not very popular,
especially to those who sell those machines." The old lady smiled.

	"I do agree with you, because of that I have started to have a walk
about this time when the weather is not too warm. By the way, my name is
Nora von Wilhelm. Yours?

	"Julia, Julia Martin; I'm an Italian and Spanish descendant. Our
close friends that know me said that all my features show I am a pure
Latin." The lady grinned.

	"I am German." Latin countries have produced great musicians like
Verdi, Vivaldi or Granados, just to name a few."

	"Yes, but nothing to be compared with those from Germany or
Austria, as Beethoven, Wagner or the almighty Amadeus Mozart. I guessed you
were not American." The lady looked surprised and happy with the
conversation with this young girl.

"It seems you like good music." Julia blushed because she thought she had
been too conceited.

	"Well. I like pop music too, but in the school we have good
teachers and I love playing the piano. I am not very good at it, but I try
my best to do it the best than I can."

"I am sure you do." They continued chatting both enjoying their new
friendship. Julia liked a lot to be with that old woman; and from that day
she always was looking forward to meet the old woman under the tree. She
told her mom all about but she did not mention anything to Mark or Patrick;
in fact, she thought, that's my private life. In one of those days, after
interchange the current opinions, the old lady asked Julia:

	"Julia, you never mention any friend of the school, I suppose being
so a good student you will have many friends." She bent her head; she did
not speak about that point because knew that was a critical one.

	"Well. in fact I have not any friend in the school. except for
two. I like my school, it has good installations and excellent teachers;
all of them are very kind to me, however, sometimes I think mom committed
an error coming to live here.

	"Why?" You are a pretty and intelligent girl." Julia blushed.

	"Well. because we are not of same standard of the people who lives
round here; all of them here have great houses, great cars, good
clothes. Where I used to live, before dad died, I had many friends, my life
was happier than here; I must confess that near all students hate me and I
hate them back, especially in my grade, perhaps it is my fault because I
feel superior to them, but they started bulling me right from the beginning
because I am not of their social status; so, I humiliate them in class
whenever I can. Mom does not know anything about."  She said with
resentment.

	"Julia, you should have said it to your mom; she loves you and may
pay a visit to the school and tell your problem. It is not fair of hating
you one another; you are too young for that. You are intelligent, but I
think you are even a better person than intelligent." Julia looked at her
new friend puzzled.

	"I think you are wrong Mrs. von Wilhelm. I don't want to tell mom,
she is very busy working to make out our living and I don't want to
increase her worries; on the other hand, she cannot change the way of
thinking or acting of the boys and girls in the school... She is devoted to
me since my father died and has more than enough with that." The old lady
dragged Julia to her and kissed her on the hair as some tears came out of
the girl's eyes.

	"You are a brave girl and I'm sure you will finally get your
goal. However, you should try to make some friends to whom you can speak
and share your young confidences."

	"Well right now I don't need any; I have you and my mother."

	"Thanks for considering me your friend, but I referred of your own
age, girls and boys." She immediately thought of Patrick, Alfred and
especially Mark; she rubbed out her tears and making a great effort smiled
since the old lady without knowing, she thought, had touched some sensible
feelings.

	"Well I did not tell you the whole truth, I have three friends, all
males, one of them is very especial to me; I have not told anything to mom
and to anybody, but he is so wonderful, so handsome and so." She paused
because she was getting red and she wanted to say many things about Mark;
the woman kept silence as the girl continued opening her young heart to
her. "All girls are trying to get him being their friend. or boyfriend;
honestly, I have heard more than one sigh about it.

	"Is he so bright, Julia to deserve your admiration?" The girl
smiled; she did not want to disclose her feelings but that Lady was her
friend and she wanted to speak about him, how her young heart melted when
he was near her.

	"Both brothers are bright, but Mark is something especial; I must
confess that I like him." The young girl blushed at this thought.

	"Julia, there is nothing wrong thinking like that. When I was of
your age I fell in love with my husband, he was at the moment 14 y/o; we
loved each other and grew together; later we married and had three
wonderful children; now I have some grand children, too. Well, we must
finish for today, you probably have many things to do." Julia was so glad
with the old woman. and now much more since they have talked about
something she wanted to learn more and more.

	"I have already done my chores. Mom will arrive within a few
minutes."

	"I would like to know her, if you don't mind."

	"Oh no! I don't mind at all. I'm sure she will be very happy
meeting you. Please Mrs. Nora, let's go inside my house. I'll prepare
something, a cup of tea or coffee; I would like you to stay a little bit
more." The lady thought for a moment. "Please, please". She smiled to
Julia, and then extracting from her pocked a cell phone, and after dialling
a number she told someone she had met a friend and would arrive an hour
later. Julia smiled and both walked into the small house. The old lay
looked around and sighed; that reminded her when she was just married and
their little house in Germany where she had been so happy. She observed the
old furniture arranged with good taste; an old vertical piano against the
wall, probably needing to be adjusted; everything neat and clean; the
little garden well cared and a small bunch of white roses on a corner. She
liked it and she was sure that would not be the last time she would enter
in the house. In that moment the main door opened and entered a young woman
on her thirties; Julia run to her mom, kissed her and introduced to the old
lady.

	"Mom, this is Mrs. Nora von Wilhelm, she is the lady I talked you
about."

	"Oh Mrs. Wilhelm, it is a great pleasure to know you, Julia does
not stop talking about you."

	"The pleasure is mine; she is a great and intelligent child." Julia
blushed. "I like how she is, it reminds me when I was her age, though she
is much prettier than I was." Julia even got blusher. They chatted for more
than an hour; the time elapsed very quickly. "Well Mrs. Martin I hope you
will return the visit sometime".

	"I will, Mrs. Von Wilhelm, you can count on it." The old lady stood
up and Julia's mom offered:

	"I think we should accompany you, shall we?"

	"No thanks, it is not late and I like to enjoy the evening walk."
She did not insist since the lady looked very polite and determined to go
alone. However, Mrs. Wilhelm thought she would have accepted Julia's
company but.

The encounters continued near every day, Julia was becoming very close to
the old lady, considering the lady her best friend. She was looking forward
to share with her all her most intimated feelings; nevertheless, what was
increasing in her young heart was the love for the handsome boy. Mark and
Patrick waited for her at the end of the day and the three walked together
to their homes. She could not avoid peeking on him, his words, his jokes,
every thing he said sounded as a lovely music on her young ears. She
sometimes thought she was going too fast and became red at the though he
might believe she was trying to conquer him, but she couldn't do anything
to stop thinking on him, especially when they were walking home. For Mark,
those walks were the best moments of the day; he eagerly wanted the end of
school day classes to meet that precious creature. In the intimacy of the
bed at night he talked to his brother.

	"Patrick, I think I'm in love; I never felt about anybody like I do
about Julia. Do you think she feels a little like me?"

	"I'm sure she does, however, she does not want to show it up, she
is very reserved and never talk about her feelings; well in fact she
behaves as we do; besides she does not have any close friend to whom might
talk, so it is difficult to find out about her feelings."

	"I would like to be her best. but not only friend. You know." He
blushed at the thought of having Julia in his arms, his dick started to
grow, and looking into his brother eyes he kissed him passionately, but he
saw Julia's face on him. They made love as many other nights, but Patrick
knew he was occupying Julia's place. He did not mind because he loved his
brother dearly. It was Thursday and the week was near ended; they would
have a soccer match in the afternoon. Julia did not say anything to
Patrick, but as soon as she finished her music class went to the match;
there were many girls and boys of all ages shouting and the cheer-girls
moving their arms and dancing; Julia arrived when the second half started
and sat in on the corner near the opposite team's; the score was 0-0 in
spite of their school being playing much better. When the play resumed it
started in the same way, however when Patrick was ready to launch a corner
he heard Julia shouts encouraging him, he looked at her and smiled; then
approached Mark and told it; that gave them emotions; Mark felt his legs
flew and both launched an attack that the other team boys could not stop,
ending with a beautiful goal. Julia shouted enthusiastically as everyone
attending to the match; his mates boys hugged him as traditionally is in
soccer, but immediately he looked up and met her eyes; it was a fraction of
a second but more than enough. That was the change they needed; attacks
were so often that the other team could not understand where these boys had
been. The match ended with a score 4-0 for their school. Mark and Patrick
rushed to the showers because he wanted to meet Julia; he was near
determined to openly talk to her and tell how much he loved her.

	"Patrick, I'll hurry up to shower, I want to see Julia. We owe our
victory to her and I want to tell her."

	"Alright bro, we will follow you, but tell her something else." He
started laughing; Mark tussled his brother sweated wet hair and run to the
showers. Meanwhile, Julia left the field and slowly walked out to his
home. She was thinking about the match and how happy she had felt when Mark
looked at her, she even blushed. How beautiful he was and what a wonderful
body he showed when he took off his shirt after the first goal. "What a
wonderful tanned chest and strong legs he has!" She thought. She smiled as
she walked out the school. She felt happy, very happy. When she was some
yards out of the school, suddenly someone stopped her.

	"You fucking stupid; don't mix up with people of our class. Mark
will never be your friend!" She looked at the two girls that she knew well
since they attended to his class, though were one year older than she
was. Julia was surprised of the strong words used by these supposed to be
educated girls. She had humiliated them more than once with answers to the
teacher that they could not do; they spent more time flirting with boys
than studying their lessons.

	"You should study more and speak better." Julia said. "Otherwise
someone should wash your mouth with raw soap." That even enraged the girls
more.

	"We will do whatever we want, you fucking bastard beggar!" Saying
that they started pushing and stroking Julia, she tried to keep out from
them but she fell on the floor. Both girls started fisting her while their
14 y/o boyfriends laughed encouraging them with shouts. In that moment, two
strong hands pulled the attacking girls away from Julia, falling on their
butts on the paved floor. They looked with rage to the intruder and to
their boys for help. While Mark was bent trying to help Julia, one of the
boys kicked him on his chest side. Mark received the tremendous blow as if
an iron bar had been nailed in his chest. He was strong and a junior karate
black belt; he reacted as if he was in a real fight. He jumped and from the
floor he sent his left foot against the boy's face. The impact sent the
young teenager two metres away, starting bleeding thru his nose and broken
upper lip. The other boy joined the fight, but this time Mark was waiting
for him, he launched his fist to the boy stomach, he bent in pain, Mark
stroked on one of his shoulders and the poor boy fell on top of the other
boy gasping for air. The girls, watching their boys out of the fight, run
away before someone could see them and report to the school. Mark helped
Julia from the floor; she started to cry, she never expected such violence
from another girl. In silence Mark took her to his chest tenderly caressing
her hair and rubbing her back.

	"Take it easy, Julia. Everything is over!" She could not stop
crying, she was trembling and could not say or do anything. She slowly
separated from Mark. She dried her tears.

	"I, I, I am alright, thanks for your help. I'll never forget." In
that moment Patrick and Alfred arrived.

	"What's going on here?" Patrick asked.

	"Well nothing important, these two bastards and two girls were
kicking Julia on the floor. I suppose they won't do it again." The boys
were already walking out of the scene trying not to be seen by any of their
friends, they did not want to explain how a younger boy had beaten them
down; however, two ten y/o boys to whom Mark was their hero, had watched
the fight, but they did not showed up thinking that the elder boys would
take advantage on them later on if they knew the little boys had seen
them. While the brothers and his friend were talking Julia left; she could
not stop silently crying; she was so confused. "How could two girls
physically attack and hit her? She never thought this could happen knowing
that this was a reason for expulsion from the school. She would have never
done it." She run to his house, opened the door and jumped on the bed; she
them left her feelings and sorrow to flow thru abundant tears. After near
an hour she got asleep. She woke up more comforted, cleaned her uniform and
did her homework before her mom arrived, however she could not take the
events off of her mind.

	"Where's Julia? Mark asked.

	"She's gone. I suppose she feels embarrassed. We better go home."
The other two boys had recovered and one of them was cleaning the bleeding
from his nose. Mark looked at them with anger.

	"You fucking rats are warned, never touch that girl again or I'll
break all your bones." The boys looked to the trio inquisitively and run
away without any other word. Mark moved to pick up his bag containing his
sport clothes then he felt a sharp pain on his left side. Alfred noted the
grimace on his face.

	"Are you alright Mark?"

	"Yes; one of those bastards kicked me on the left side, probably I
have an haematoma. I'll see to it as soon as we arrive home." They started
walking and some minutes later, they were on front of Julia's house; he
looked at the windows, but all were shut without any sign of living. He
thought Julia might have found her mom in there and were talking about the
incident. He thought about the moment she was in his arms, he sighed. He
would have hugged her should have not been in the middle of the park and
near the school. Before he could think different they were entering in
their home. As usually, his little sister run and jumped on his arms, but
this time the pain was so strong that he near fainted.

	"Oh shit.! The little girl puzzled went to the floor, as she said:

	"Mark, you should not say strong words." However his mom had
observed her son as he was near to faint.

	"Mark, are you alright?"

	"Well.I, I slipped on the showers and I think I have hurt my side."

	"Come on, let's go upstairs." They went to his room, but the boy
felt a strong pain and scarcely could climb the steps. He raised his shirt
and showed to his mom and Patrick.

	"Almighty god! Mark! How did you slip? I'm sure you have seriously
hurt yourself. You will need medical care.

	"Please mom, don't make a fuss about this." She did not reply, but
brought a mirror in order he could see his injure. She lifted the phone and
a few minutes later they were in the hospital. Their doctor examined him
and ordered some radiographies that determined he had a broken rib; he
recommended the boy to remain at home the whole weekend resting, if
possible remaining in bed or sat down; that would be cured within a few
days, therefore he could not perform any kind of sport during at least two
weeks. He prescribed some pills to heal the pain. When they were alone back
into their room, he said:

	"Patrick, please, don't say a single word about this. Holy shit!
This will put me away from the soccer competition now that we are at the
top."

	"Don't worry, I'll tell the coach. The problem is if someone saw
you during the fight. That sure would put in trouble the other boys and
girls; and you have used your karate techniques out of a fair competition."

	"I know, but it was in self-defence circumstances, they were two
against one. What should I have done?"

	"I suppose you are right. Let's wait and see."

Chapter 3

	The following day was Friday; the two little boys that had watched
the fight arrived to the school and immediately they started talking about
how their hero had beaten down two elder boys. Mark was very popular,
especially due to the soccer match results, not only for the younger boys
but for the rest of the school juniors, so the news spread quickly and
before lunch-time, every boy and girl of grades 5 to 8 knew what had
happened; some times augmenting or changing the version, that day Mark and
the other boy who bled, missed the school. Mark's mom called the
director. The news even had arrived to the teachers. The director ordered a
subtle investigation since events had not taken place within the school's
premises.

	"Mr. Lack, I just call you to advise that my son will miss the
school during a few days. He slid on the showers, fell and broke one of his
ribs." The director was surprised to hear that.

	"I'm sorry Mrs. Mass, but I have not heard about any fall, besides
we installed a special carpet as recommended by Mr. Mass. Moreover, I just
saw your son a few minutes after the match ending leaving the school and I
could not see he had any injure since he was running.

	"I am not complaining about the school Mr. Lack, but that was what
I heard from my son Patrick; however, I'll find out. Thanks Mr. Lack. They
did not discuss more about the subject.

After morning classes Patrick joined Julia in the canteen as usual, she was
surprised not to see Mark with his brother. Patrick greeted her.

"Hi Julia, how do you feel this morning."

	"Not bad, thanks." She wanted to ask him about his brother, but she
did not want to appear as if she was too much interested, then Alfred
added:

	"It seems someone saw the fight because everybody is commenting
it."

	"I have noticed how all girls and boys, except Julia, looked at
both girls. No one talked to them; they seemed embarrassed.

	"They should apology Julia and Mark." Alfred said.

	"Well, Mark will not be here probably during a few days." Julia
heard that and near jumped on her seat; she could not avoid asking Patrick.

	"Why Patrick?" He explained Julia in details everything about the
hospital and the broken rib. She felt ashamed and embarrassed not knowing
about this news. They ended the day; and as soon as the bell rang, she run
home before anyone could ask her about it. She had not said anything to her
mom the day before, so her mom was not aware about the bulling being
suffered by her daughter; today her mom was there when she arrived. After
kissing her, they had coffee and some snacks; they were very closed to each
other, nevertheless she felt embarrassed speaking about Mark; that was the
first time she felt like that and did not know how to start talking about
it.

	"Mom, I, I need to tell you something." Her mother looked puzzled.

	"Anything's wrong, darling?"

	"Well, I don't know how to start." She blushed. Her mom took her to
her chest and kissed on the hair.

	"Julia, besides daughter and mother, we are friends, and I think
you have a little problem that now seems to be a big one, but isn't." She
blushed again and with some difficulty she told her mom everything in
detail, even about her feelings. "Does he love you?"

	"I'm sure he does, however he has not told me, I have not given him
any opportunity."

	"Julia, you are too young to start loving a boy, nevertheless it is
something that comes and you cannot prevent, it is part of growing
up. Probably, with the time, you might love somebody else, but now you will
find it impossible; on the other hand, probably he is a member of a rich
family and that would be a strong handicap."

	"I have thought about it, mom; but above all, he has helped me and
I think I should pay him back."

	"I do agree with you, darling. You can't ignore the fact that he is
sick because he helped you, therefore, you should call him or pay a visit
to find out how he is getting on. It is the minimum that you can do. I
believe I should accompany you and thank him."

	"Oh! Please don't. I would feel very embarrassed, besides you have
not been introduced to them."

	"I don't mind. You are my daughter."

	"Please mom, let me do things on my own way." The woman could see
her daughter was really concerned, so she did not insist on it.

	"Alright, but I'm ready to go with you, if you like it."

	"Thanks mom, I'll do myself. He lives on number 27 of Stream Av, so
only five minutes from here. She kissed her mom and left. She was nervous
since it was the first time she would enter in that house or in any other
of that kind. She had seen the house from outside; it seemed more a large
and comfortable home than a luxury one, appropriate for a large
family. When she arrived observed a Mercedes car parked near the entry and
a smaller one into the garage. She doubted for a moment and rang the bell;
she heard some steps inside and the white door opened. A woman round her
mom age, tall and with blond hair appeared. She smiled to Julia and with a
soft voice she asked:

	"Can I help you, young lady?"

	"Well. my. my name is Julia Martin, and well, I.I have just come to
find out how is Mark."

	"Oh Julia! Glad to know you, the boys have talked a lot about you
and I believe they were not fair enough."  Julia blushed at the kind words
of the young lady. "You are even prettier than they said. Come in,
please. He is getting better, but I would prefer you ask him yourself. He
is a little bored but the doctor said he must rest to recover from his
injury." She closed the door and entered into a large room with a wide
stairs leading to the upper floor. She called out: "Mark, you have a visit,
it is Julia." Without waiting for an answer she said: "Julia, it is the
first door, please feel comfortable as if you were at home." She smiled
back as Mark appeared on top of the stairs. He was wrapped in a white
bathrobe wearing only his underwear underneath as he had just finished
showering. Slowly he started descending to meet her; she noticed a grimace
of pain as he stepped down.

	"Julia! What a wonderful surprise! I did not expect to be so lucky
today." She blushed again as they met and slowly went back into Mark's
room. "Do you mind to sit in my room, Julia? It is painful going down
unless I do it very slow. It hurts a little bit." The girl knew the boy was
a liar in that moment because she had observed the grimace of pain on his
large black eyes.

	"I. I don't mind. I've just come to see you and thanks for your
help; I did not know you were so seriously hurt because of me." He looked
at her as they entered in the room leaving the door open. He felt something
in his guts and strangely his dick started to get hard. He felt
embarrassed, fortunately the bathrobe and the adjusted underwear prevented
to see the tent forming inside.

	"Julia, please, don't blame yourself, neither was your fault nor
you kicked me, so please, forget it. I'm getting much better and I think
next Monday I will return to school, however, sports must wait for at least
a month."  She looked around into the large room with two king-size beds,
twice larger than hers and her mom's together. A lovely music was coming
thru a hidden system; she identified it.

	"Do you like Tchaikowsky's Swan Lake?"

	"I like all classic music though I don't much understand operas. I
mostly use it when I am studying and to relax. I suppose you like it
because not many girls would have identified the music so quickly as you
have done."

	"I like it because it transports me to better times when I danced
it. I'm also very fond of Vivaldi, though my favourite is Amadeus's. My
mother said that for Christmas she would buy me the Swan Lake and the Four
Stations." Mark was amazed.

	"Did you dance The Swan Lake?"

	"Well not all, but some parts, and I was the premier!" She said
with pride. "I was ten last time I danced."  The last words were pronounced
in a low and cracked voice. Mark was not silly and knew that had brought
her sad moments. However, he was very interested and wanted to continue.

	"Lucky boy who held you up." She grinned and blushed at the same
time.

	"It was not a boy, but a 12 y/o girl dressed as a boy. It was a
school of girls but she behave more like a boy"

	"Julia, would you accept two CDs with that music? You don't need to
wait until Christmas; I think Patrick has also them." She felt embarrassed.

	"Sorry Mark, but I can't accept them because I have not a CD
player, but a cassette's."

	"In that case you have simplified the problem. I have virgin
cassettes, so I can record the music while we talk. I must tell you a
little secret." She grinned. She wanted to say no and leave, but those eyes
had allured her.

	"Alright, what is it?

	"I have also danced The Swan Lake, but please, don't mention it in
the school; you know how most of the boys and girls feel when a boy dance."
They laughed.

	"Lucky girl" she retorted waiting he would say it was a little boy.

	"Well I was eleven and she was seven; after that I started sports
and soon I forgot dancing, in fact I loved music but I was not very goof on
dancing." Julia got sad, she never spoke to anyone about it but she felt
the need to talk to Mark and have someone to whom to rely.

	"To me it is different. My dad encouraged me to dance. I was not
mad about it, but I enjoyed pleasing him.  He never missed the theatre when
I acted and most of rehearsals; he always made time to be present, and when
I was dancing I only saw him. When I ended, he would be at the stage and
opening his arms to receive me raising me to the ceiling saying: "This is
my beautiful angel." She stopped talking and Mark could see how two tears
slid down those beautiful cheeks. He felt very sorry and sad, he would have
liked to hug her in that moment and telling he was there to love and
protect her".

	"Julia, I'm sorry what happened. He must have been a great person
and a better father." She looked to her adored boy, no one has ever told
her words like these, they recognised what her dad had been for her and she
loved that. She felt very comforted. They changed subject and talked about
everything while the programmed music was being recorded. Mark's mom called
from downstairs:

	"Mark, I'm leaving, Patrick and Granny will be here within moments;
please remain in your room, or if coming down, do it slowly.

	"Yes mom, don't worry. Julia peeked at him while answering his mom;
she could see his upper chest and one of his nipples thru the open
bathrobe; she blushed because she felt a tingle down her body, as she would
have liked to touch and caress that smooth skin. A couple of minutes later
the music stopped. Mark extracted the cassette.

	"Julia, here you are all this lovely music. Please let me know
which would you like and I'll record it for you."  She openly smiled to the
boy. Mark felt how his heart was beating being his love so close, however
he did not dare to tell her how much he loved this beautiful angel, but he
was not sure she loved him. She sure was grateful to him, but did she love
him? That puzzled him. He was nervous in her presence and at the moment of
handling the cassette it dropped to the floor, both, Julia and Mark bent to
pick it up at the same time, their hands met on the object; without a
single word they stood looking into each other eyes. Mark raised her chin
and put his lips on hers.  Julia felt for the first time in her life the
contact of someone lips on hers and that caused her to fly to the heaven;
she closed the eyes as she felt Mark's arm round her back. Her knees
buckled and were to fall on the carpet if Mark would have not held
her. They enjoyed their closeness; Julia placed her arms round Mark back
being careful not to push too hard. It lasted near half a minute; she then
tenderly broke the kiss and separates her head, placing it on Mark's
shoulder. Mark started caressing her silky black hair murmuring at her ear:

	"I love you Julia, I love you with all my heart, I love you my
beautiful angel. Please tell me you love me, too." Instead of an answer he
noticed the warm wetness of Julia's abundant tears on his neck. He caressed
even more his girl's hair and he felt how her chest convulsed with her
sobs.

	"We can't, we can't." She repeated several times. After a couple of
minutes so close, she tenderly separated from him, she looked at him still
her eyes with tears, and raising her head kissed him back on the lips.  But
this time it was a peck but of love. She spun and without a word left the
room. "Julia, please, Julia!" Mark pleaded. But she left; he tried to stop
her but a sharp pain in his side advised him it was impossible to do
it. Julia left the house without turning her head and as soon as she was in
the street, she run as much as she could. Her mom was not home; she had
gone to the mall and that reminded her she should have accompanied her. She
dropped on her bed crying inconsolably. Oh God, why is he rich, why? Why he
is not a poor boy like me? I love him and I can't tell him."

Mark was in similar situation, he was sure she loved him, even she had
returned his kiss; thinking this made his dick to grow hard as a rock, he
felt ashamed but could not stop the lovely sensation he was feeling on his
crotch, but why she said "we can't"? What prevented her to love him? He
closed the door and lay on the bed, his cock was pressing against his
underwear; he released it tossing his pants on the floor. He was now lying
on the bed naked, as the bathrobe was open. He wanted to think about what
had happened and instinctively started rubbing his hard dick. The door was
not locked, and he knew nobody would enter without knocking, except
Patrick. And that happened. Patrick looked to his brother slamming the door
back; it has been a few days since they had made love and his dick started
to get hard. He did not feel attracted to other boys or men, only to his
handsome brother; he could not stop himself looking to that lovely naked
body.

	"Mark, can I.?" His brother extended out his arms to him. Mark
immensely loved Patrick since they were very little when he used to cuddle
into his arms and was scared of the outside noise. They had grown together,
sleeping on the same bed and since a few years back sharing their bodies'
lust, however, there was a limitation; Mark never allowed his younger
brother to fuck him and he did it to Patrick because he asked to. In
seconds, Patrick was naked; slowly he approached his brother, kneeled on
the bed and with care started kissing him. Their mouths met and soon their
tongues swirled inside passionately. "I need you Mark and I think you need
me."

	"Oh Patrick, I love you but." He could not end the sentence since
Patrick kissed him again. After a long kiss, his younger brother smiled
him, scooted down to his crotch and took his hard cock into his mouth. The
years of practice had converted him on an expert cocksucker. Mark moaned in
pleasure as his climax approached, but Patrick wanted the maximum, so he
stopped sucking his brother, grinned, straddled him and pushed Mark's cock
to his pucker. He observed his brother how he was questioning him with his
eyes as he impaled himself on that wonderful boyhood.

	"I don't need any Vaseline, your precum is more than enough." He
grinned slyly. Carefully he sat on his brother meat and soon Mark's dick
was totally buried into his brother. Patrick bent over his brother and
their mouth met again in a long and passionate kiss. Mark reached Patrick's
and started masturbating him: in a few minutes they were moaning and
gasping as the mutual climaxes approached. Mark was the first to reach his
orgasm. His pulled up his hips to reach a maximum penetration into his
brother and started spurting his semen into his guts.  Patrick stimulated
inside and outside his body reached the pick of that wonderful warm
sensation. He groaned loudly as he had never felt so a strong pleasure
before. Mark felt something warm on his fingers as he was stroking his
brother cock. When he recovered his breath he could see Patrick first semen
on his hand.

	"Congratulations Patrick!!!"

	"Why?" He showed him his fingers still partially covered with the
whitish watery cream.

	"You are not a drier any longer. You are a little man." Patrick
opened his deep large blue eyes in surprised, still his brother inside
him. He bent and tenderly kissed him.

	"Oh, Mark! Mark! I love you. I have felt a strong sensation, as
never before." He took his brother fingers and licked them, savouring his
own cream. "I love you, brother. I love you a lot."

	"I love you, too, Patrick." Patrick lay on his side and kissed his
brother tenderly all over his face.

	"I want to see my semen again." As he was lying on the bed, he
started stroking himself and in a couple of minutes he exploded again; his
first shot made a little arch and landed on his crotch still devoid of any
hair, only a few more drops dribbled on his fist. "That was wonderful,
Mark!" They lay on the bed in silence during a few minutes, both involved
in their own and different thoughts. After some minutes of relax, Patrick
said

	"You are very lucky, Mark."

	"Why?"

	"Julia is a beautiful girl and probably one of the most intelligent
in the school; if I were you, I would take a special care of her." That
surprised Mark, he never expected such a declaration from his pretty
brother; he had assumed that Patrick was gay, he was not interested on
girls, however, he recognized that Patrick never had mentioned to have or
try any sexual contacts with anybody except with him. He was very pleased
but at the same time concerned.

	"Patrick, she is wonderful." He explained him what just an hour
before had happened. "Why did you say if you were me? Do you like her?"
Patrick grinned and kissed his brother on the lips.

	"Mark, I must tell you something. Since a couple of months, I have
noticed how attracted I am to lovely girls and boys of my age or younger,
except you, of course. Also to little boys, I love their innocence and
their beautiful angel faces. I would like to help and protect all of them,
but nothing else."

	"You might be a boy-lover, in fact, I like them too; however a
lovely girl is paramount, especially if she is as Julia. I don't know what
to do. It seems she has something against me, I could not ask her because
my side hurt a lot."

	"I am not absolutely sure brother, but I guess what could be,
nevertheless, you have to find out with her, I could be wrong."

	"Please Patrick, tell me what your thoughts are about this."

	"No bro, that's your problem and I would not interfere in it."

	"You rascal!" He tried to catch his brother but Patrick jumped out
the bed and went to the bathroom.

Chapter 4

On Monday their mom rode them to the school, but Mark argued that he was
alright and he could walk back in the afternoon; of course he was thinking
to meet Julia. She had been thinking reeling all over again and again
during the weekend; sometimes she felt very happy and touched her lips
remembering his tender kiss; she had never kissed or being kissed by a boy;
but after a few reflections she arrived to the conclusion that she could
not go ahead; he was a rich boy and his society would never accept her, at
least, for the moment; so the best thing would be to stop their increasing
love before it was too late. She thought that would be very painful for
her, but she was very young and soon might forget him; that was impossible
by now, but she should be very strong and try it; however, as she was
thinking about it, she felt her eyes blur again as her mind went to the
moments she had been into his arms; it had been so beautiful during a few
seconds! "Why I am not rich or he is poor? Why?" She mentally asked
herself. As usual she sat on her table at the canteen for lunch and soon
she saw the two brothers approaching, her heart started racing into her
young chest. Mark could not advance since all girls and boys stopped him
asking about his rib. He kindly declined invitations to chat or sit; he sat
near Julia, their eyes met for a second and she felt her young heart
beating thinking he might hear it. She thought everybody was watching her
and hearing her heart beatings; she deeply blushed as Mark sat near her.

	"How do you feel, Mark?" Julia politely asked. He openly smiled at
her and would not have taken his eyes out from her, however he knew the
rest of their colleagues were watching them.

	"I'm alright, just a little pain when I walk too fast, but the
doctor said that will disappear in a couple of days if I do things
correctly."

	"I'm glad about it." She said near in a murmur that he only could
hear as she blushed. "The girls have apologised for their actions in front
of all students in the math class this morning, and I have accepted them."

	"Patrick has told me all about; the same did the boys; one of them
still with his broken nose." Patrick and Alfred laughed. Alfred then said.

	"I suppose they have taken good note to better think to whom they
kick again." She smiled and they continued lunch just talking as good
friends, a little bit more relaxed; but Mark peeked more than once on her
and he trembled seeing those beautiful eyes and large lashes over them. His
dick got hard only thinking on their kiss.  When they finished school that
day she promptly prepared her backpack and left, she did not want to meet
Mark, she felt very weak in front of him, however the boys guessed her
thoughts and were awaiting for her; the four started walking, and as soon
as they left behind the last school building Patrick and Alfred retreated a
little chatting and left Julia and Mark alone.

	"Julia, I have thought that what happened in my room was the most
beautiful thing ever happened to me."  Julia sighed remembering their kiss,
but she kept silence. She felt how her tears were trying to blur her lovely
eyes.  "I have not stopped thinking about it the whole weekend." She
stopped for a moment trying to reinforce and analysing her feelings.

	"Mark, I am not ashamed at all about what we did; even I must be
honest to you saying that I wanted and liked it as much as you did, but I
think it was a great mistake." She said these words near in a whisper so he
could only hear them.

	"Why? I love you Julia with all my heart and that was love, nothing
else but truly love."

	"Probably, but we can't go ahead with this, Mark. Besides, we are
too young, I have built plans to prepare myself for the university;
unfortunately I can't lose my time and efforts." She wanted to say: "I need
to gain an scholarship because I am poor and I have not money. Even though
that would mean the state university, not Yale or similar as you can afford
without making any effort." Nevertheless she did not want to offend him;
after all, he could not be blamed for being rich and she poor. He
interrupted her thoughts.

	"Julia, I love you as never loved anyone; I think we can love each
other, just you need to say under which conditions, I will accept them no
matter what they are, but please, please, don't say no." She thought Mark
was near to cry. His voice was so nice, his hair, his eyes. "Oh almighty
God! Why I love him," She thought. In that moment they arrived to her
house; she was relieved because she thought she would fail on arguing. She
muttered:

	"Sorry, Mark; we can't, we can't." She could not continue. She
turned around and walked to the gate; Mark quickly followed and caught her
backpack, she stopped.

	"Please, Julia, why we can't love each other? I love you, you well
know that." Julia looked into those wonderful black eyes of his boy; she
felt as her throat tightened preventing her to speak. With blurred eyes,
she said in a cracking voice:

	"See into yourself, Mark." And before her tears came out she opened
her house, and closing the door she fell on the sofa starting to cry. Mark
was not silly and he had noticed Julia's efforts to keep her tears in. On
the following days Julia made strong efforts to keep herself away from
Mark, however she could not stop peeking on him when he was not aware she
was looking at him. Mark tried all possible ways to speak to her, but she
always found a way to avoid him. Saturday came, the pain of his chest had
despaired and he went to watch her from the nearby forest. "Oh my god, what
have I done to her?" He murmured to himself. She came out of the house and
started cutting some old roses, he was determined to speak to her, but in
that moment her mom joined and he rejected the idea. When he entered in his
house Granny was sat in the living room facing the garden; she immediately
noted her grandchild steps and his kiss. Mark sat near her.

	"What's going on, my beautiful child?" Mark thought for a moment,
he wanted to tell someone, except to Patrick that knew it, the hell he was
in; he badly needed it. He laid his head on his loved grandmother and
sighed.  "You are in love, aren't you my child?" The boy near jumped back.

	"Granny! How have you found out?" She caressed her loved child
curly hair and kissed him on the forehead.

	"Because I love you; I am very old and have a large
experience. However, you don't look very happy."

	"Granny, she is the prettiest, and the most intelligent girl of the
school."

	"And she has many boys round her, she has where to choose, so you
are left apart." Mark grinned and looked to his loved grandmother blue
eyes.

	"No. This time you are not right, but it is near the same. I know
she loves me but she reject me at the same time. Am I too young? I am near
fourteen." The old lady looked puzzled. Mark continued explaining to the
old lady the last events since they kissed in his room. "She insists not to
speak about it arguing we can't go ahead."

	"Did you realise she might be right? It seems to me she is not a
common girl. What she said about being too young is just an excuse; that's
not the true reason."

	"How can you say that? You started loving granddad at the same
age."

	"Yes, even further than that, but circumstances are absolutely
different." The old lady knew right from the beginning what the problem
was, but she thought her grandchild should discover it by himself; he ought
to work out and solve his problems, she thought. "You children are nowadays
clever and more responsible than we used to be, though love has always been
the same thru the ages."

	"I don't know what you mean, Granny; I only know that I love her
and I would like to be with her all the time." She looked into those deep
black eyes.

	"Apparently she is the kind of girl that I would like you to marry
sometime in the future."

	"She is not the kind, she is the one. I'm sure about it, Granny."

	"Mark, you are an excellent analyst; taking into consideration that
she loves you, you should try to analyse why she behave like that, she must
have her own reasons to reject you. You ought to find out and fight back
convincing her that she is wrong about you."

	"I don't know; I'm getting mad thinking about it and I can't get an
answer."

	"Sure there must be one."

	"I'll think all about." He remained some more time with her until
suppertime arrived; his little sister came and jumped on his lap; she
started kissing her favourite brother.

	"Mark, I have decided to marry you when I grow. You are so
handsome." The boy smiled pleased, kissed her on her little nose and took
her to the dinning room. After dinner and washing his teeth he went to
bed. It was Saturday and their parents would be out until Sunday
evening. Soon Patrick would join him in the bed, but he wanted to be alone
during some time to think about his Granny's words. He entered in his room
and, spite his thoughts, he saw he was hard; he had not made any sexual
contact with Patrick during the week, since he had to be careful with his
pain. Instinctively he started slowly stroking his dick as he was thinking
about his girl. Patrick entered, closed the door and giggled.

	"It seems you are returning to common habits" Mark looked his dear
brother, extending out his arms to him.  Patrick knew the meaning of that;
he approached his brother and kissed him tenderly on the lips. Their
tongues mixed and what had started as simple caresses turned into a
passionate kiss. Patrick stood and started getting naked; he locked the
door and lay near his brother. They resumed their kissing, and after some
time Patrick took in his left hand Mark's dick and squished it, abundant
precum appeared on its head that he spread over it. Mark moaned in delight
and smiled. Patrick straddled his brother on his crotch; carefully he bent
over and their lips joined in a continuous and passionate kiss, taking
special care on not touching his chest; he felt his brother cock rubbing
his ass crack; he moaned and taking it he guided the marvellous sausage to
his anus. He pushed down a couple of times and soon the sharp cock was
buried to the hilt in his guts; he felt the nice sensation as that meat
rubbed his prostrate. Without a single word, he started pulling his body up
and down; their breaths increasing as precum also appeared on his own cock
that was being stroked by Mark. A few minutes elapsed, soon their young
bodies tensed and Mark arched his hips to impale his brother as much as
possible in a final thrust as he spurted his semen into his brother. A few
seconds later Patrick reached the point of not return as his orgasm hit his
young body shooting his clear milk over his brother's belly. Breathing
heavily he lay near his brother still with Mark's dick into him. After a
while they recovered, Mark kissed his brother and Patrick returned the
kiss.

	"I love you, Patrick."

	"I love you, too, big bro." They grinned. "How is your problem with
Julia getting on? Mark sighed, then looking into his brother beautiful blue
eyes, he told Patrick the situation and what Granny had said. "She is
right, Mark. I wonder how you can't see why she is adopting such a
behaviour."

	"Please Patrick, help me! Probably I'm blind and need someone's
help." Patrick knew the problem, probably because he did not love Julia as
his brother did. But he thought he should discover it and find the remedy.

	"Mark, I can't help you. Do whatever Granny has said. You are
intelligent, how can't you see it?" Patrick kissed his brother's cock; now
flaccid, cleaned it, lapped his own semen from his brother's belly and he
left Mark with his thoughts while he went to the bathroom. Mark was now
laying naked on the bed thinking on his girl with his sight on the ceiling,
but seeing nothing. Suddenly he jumped out the bed, went to his school
backpack and extracted a notebook and a pencil; he divided a page into
three columns as he usually did when he was in charge of evaluating a
future school student. On the first column: items; on the second his name,
and on the third Julia's.  He started splitting questions and giving
punctuation from cero to ten. After the first block related to intelligence
and performance she over passed him. In the second block referred to sport
and general conduct, he was slightly over her; in the third block related
to society, which included relationship, integration, wealth, etc. he found
the key.  Patrick had returned from the bathroom, he saw his brother so
engulfed in his task that he had kissed him and now was hard asleep, so he
could not hear his brother scream.

	"No! No! No! It can't be!" Then in his mind he saw the clean but
poor house, the lack of what any boy and girl could have at home; compact
player, TV, etc. She had nothing. Even he realised how poor her dresses
were compared with the others. He understood now why she rejected him, not
because she did not love him, but because she was poor and never would be
admitted into his society; and besides she was so proud... "My society!"
He near cried. He thought about her again and his eyes blurred. "Oh my god;
I love her, I will give her my money, my life, everything I have. Why are
you so injustice?" Then he thought about what she had suffered in the
school, being humiliated by those stupid girls and boys. "She, that was the
greatest and the most beautiful and intelligent girl in the school!!! Tears
came to his eyes and he started to cry silently, strangely he felt his dick
hard between his legs. He hated that moment; some minutes later he was
asleep.

The following day was Saturday and Mark was determined to convince Julia
about her errors. He knew that was a difficult task, but as a good analyst
he tried to be in her place; he understood now why she hated the rest of
the students, while she spoke so good about his previous school, where she
still had many friends and never hated anyone. He understood why the
majority of teachers treated her with respect and admiration, even with
love and envy. He had found out that his Julia, as he mentally always
called her, was exceptionally brilliant, so she had planned to go to the
University, probably to the state's and with a scholarship, rather than if
she had a high rank family would have planned to Harvard or Yale. He truly
knew he would have a difficult task, yet he knew she loved him and that
gave him an extra strength, but at the end, he was sure Julia would be his
wife and they would have clever and beautiful children. He smiled at the
perspective. With those thoughts he got up and felt much better. The pain
had healed and he was happy for the first time after so many days. He
kissed Patrick on the forehead; the blond boy opened her blue eyes and
rubbed them, still not fully awoken; he grinned to his elder brother.

	"Where are you going so early?"

	"Nowhere until 10:00, but I don't need to sleep anymore, I have a
lot of things to think about."

	"I suppose you have discovered the key."

	"Yes, I did. I have been so stupid. She is a great girl Patrick and
I can't afford to lose her." Patrick looked at his brother tenderly.

	"Mark, please sit down near me. I want to tell you something." Mark
looked into those beautiful eyes he loved so much trying to find out the
meaning of his brother look. He set down near Patrick, and introducing his
hand under the covers, he squished his dick; amazingly he found it
flaccid. Patrick continued speaking. "It is not that Mark. As you well know
we have been doing sex things for a long time and hope we will continued;
however I don't feel the need to do it with someone else, except with you
or a girl, and probably with a younger boy, if he asks me. Many nights I
have thought about Julia." Mark opened his eyes and went to argue, but
Patrick motioned him no to interrupt him. "Yes and even I was thinking
about her when you sucked me."

	"Patrick! You know I love her!"

	"I know Mark, because of that I'm telling you this. If you ever
wanted not to go ahead with her I would like to try it myself. I have not a
crush on her as you have, but these days, since you started speaking about
her, my mind has started thinking and my dick growing when I am near her."
Mark looked his brother and kissed him on the lips; not a passionate kiss,
but a kiss of tender love."

	"Patrick I am sure she deserve to be loved by us; but what you feel
is not love, it is something that happened to me last year when I was
approaching puberty. You might think the same about other girl who is near
you. Love, at least as I see it, is different. It is something like going
on a cloud, seeing the most ugly things found them perfect. The light of
the day a gift from Mother Nature made only for you." Patrick smiled. He
suddenly dragged his brother to the bed and both started wrestling and
making ticklish laughing as mad. After sometime, they were breathing with
their hair scrambled; Mark kissed his brother again. "I an very proud
having a brother like you, Patrick." The blond boy pulled his brother again
to him and kissed him on the lips as a passionate kiss, but it was not; his
kiss thanked Mother Nature for having such family, he looked into his elder
brother's eyes.

	"I love you big bro, and I will love you forever." Mark smiled gave
him a quick peck and ruffled his silky hair.

	"Thanks my baby. Now I must go and try to convince Julia. I know it
is a difficult task, but she is very intelligent and am sure she will
understand if I know how to express it." Saying this he went downstairs to
the kitchen to get some breakfast, he felt euphoric.

Julia was in bed, in those moments when you cannot distinguish whether you
are asleep or awoken, in a lovely slumber. She was thinking in Mark as she
had had during the past weeks since the incident. Since that moment
everything seems to have changed in the school. Many girls that were far
away from her now had approached trying to be her friends. She was pleased
and never rejected anyone, however she did not consider any of them as
close friend, just pals; that kind of friend to whom you can tell your
little secrets or comments about the beauty of a particular boy. However
there was a fragile little blonde named Margaret, six moths younger than
her that had just started puberty but was too shy to speak to other girls
that had bigger breasts. Julia knew her problem and sweetly advised and
talked to her. She lived with her father who tried by all means to protect
her since her mother divorced him. She was the heir of a large fortune from
his Granny who was in charge or her, however all of them were taking good
care of the money, but not about the little girl; she had not any cousin or
close friend to whom she might talk, mostly due to her shyness. She always
wanted Julia as a friend but she did not dare to speak to her until after
the incident. As other girls and boys went to offer Julia their friendship
she did the same, just to not be different, nevertheless, she was sincere
and Julia noticed how she blushed when she spoke to her. Since that day
they met in music classes where the little blonde played the violin and
chatted, becoming close friends. Julia did not invite her to a sleepover
because she thought her father would reject it, and she did not like to go
to that large house because she felt she would not fit into it. Both of
them were wrong, because Margaret's dad was a good man, an excellent father
and a good businessman, but with little spare time for his daughter,
besides he loved her daughter bringing friends at home. On the other hand,
the little girl was enchanted when she mentioned Julia that she loved a
little house he saw everyday when coming to school. When Julia told her
that was his home she opened her lovely bright blue eyes in surprise;
however she did not ask Julia to invite her to sleepover. Julia deeply
regretted not being able to ask her, but she knew how tight their economy
was; she could not add extra expenses, nevertheless, Julia invited to visit
the house; she thanked her and promised she would do sometime.

Her mind flew to Mark and she smiled in her lumber; "he is so handsome! How
I would like to rub his chest and back, to kiss him deeply for a long time,
to remain snuggled in his arms in this bed while he kisses me." She felt a
stirring deep in her crotch as she grinned with her eyes closed. Suddenly a
demon entered into his mind alerting her about the big differences that
existed between them; the large gap that existed between their way of life
and position. Her eyes wetted with tears thinking about her impossible
desires. The tender voice of her mom calling her cut off her reflections
abruptly.

	"Come on little lazy, time to get up; it is Saturday and we have a
lot of chores to do. I'm going to the mall while you clean the living room
and the garden. If it is alright I'll be here before noon," Julia jumped
from the bed, cleaned herself and made pee, and after having breakfast she
started her job, as every Saturday. However, every step she gave she could
not take out of her mind the sweet image of her Mark, she repeated for
herself like a murmur: "my Mark, my Mark. Oh god, it sounds so beautiful!"
She sighed. She ended the cleaning and looked around feeling satisfied. The
old piano beamed as new, however she could not play it because it needs to
be adjusted and that cost a lot of money. She took some tools and went to
the little garden to cut old roses and clean it of weeds. She was so
engulfed that she did not notice the presence of Mark who was contemplating
her in silence behind the wire fence.

	"I would like to be one of those old roses." The girl jumped at
that familiar voice: She looked at him and sent him her most beautiful
smile.

	"That would mean I have to cut your head and I am not ready to kill
such." She was to say beautiful boy, but she added: "a boy. By the way,
what are you doing there?

	"Just watching you, seeing you. I have come every Saturday and
Sunday, but I never caught you here.  alone."

	"You are not a crook or a criminal, please come around thru the
main gate. My mom is not here, though I don't have anything to hide and I
don't mind gossips, if any." Mark felt surprised; he went around and met
the girl.

	"May I help you?"

	"If you like, but mind the roses thorns, you have not gloves and I
don't have any spare ones."

	"I don't mind, it would be for a good cause." She grinned as Mark
started helping her to clean the garden while they chatted. He wanted to
take the chance to talk to her, but he felt that was not the place. He took
all the rubbish and transported in his hands to the trash bins just round
the corner of the house. It was warm and Mark was sweating. "I would like a
glass of water, please. They entered in the house, leaving the door ajar;
she motioned him to sit down while she went to the kitchen. He drank the
water and thanked her. He looked at Julia; she had her head bent probably
waiting Mark's immediately question. "Julia, why you hate me?" Mark
regretted the question; she had never expressed hate to them. She near
jumped in surprise.

	"Hate you! Are you mad? I would never hate you even if you spanked
and hated me. Never!" She said the last word near in a murmur blushing. "I
said we couldn't go ahead."

	"Why Julia?" She sighed. "I have carefully analysed our situation
and I can't find a real reason." She kept silence as he continued. "I made
the analysis as I do for the school, and as an average you are well over
me; except in one block, nevertheless, I will do my best to be at your
level." They kept an embarrassing silence, she then said:

	"What block is it?"

	"The fourth, Society. In all items you are more or less as I am,
except wealth." But before Julia could argue, he continued: "But Julia,
money is not important; it can go and come again. The important thing is
your heart, your honesty, your intelligence, your." She interrupted him.

	"Mark, unfortunately, money is very important. I know that most of
the boys and girls are lower than we are in intelligence and fairness,
nevertheless, without money, they would reject us as they had done to me;
and I don't want you to be ever rejected because of me; I wouldn't bear
it." Mark raised Julia's head so he could see her lovely eyes, but he saw
tears running down her red cheeks; his heart bled in that moment and his
eyes blurred. He tenderly dragged her to his chest, caressed her hair and
kissed it.

	"Julia, all of them are not worth one of your tears." He separated
a little her head and raising her chin he kissed her on her trembling
lips. It was a long kiss and Mark noticed how his dick started to grow. He
felt ashamed but he could do nothing to prevent it. They broke the kiss and
looked into those beautiful eyes, he kissed them.  "Julia, it is not my
fault that my family have money and are considered as part of the so called
high society; if you think that would be a handicap I can renounce to any
money, except education; the problem is that I must wait until I am 18 y/o,
what shall we do in the meantime?" Julia knew she had not strong arguments
against it, besides she loved that boy. It has not been the first poor girl
that had married a rich boy or a man. But she was proud or herself and did
not want to renounce to it. "I'll do whatever you like, my little Julia,
except renounce of you. I'll wait, I'll do whatever you impose me, but
please, please, Julia, say that you love me." For an answer she reached
Mark's head and dragged to her, kissing him.

	"I love you with all my heart my little man; I can't fight against
that since the first moment I saw you, your are in my dreams, in my mind
and I see you everywhere." Mark put her palms round that lovely and wet
face and kissed her again, but this time his tongue tried to enter into her
love's mouth; the inexperienced girl resisted a little but soon she opened
it and their tongues swirled inside enjoying their love. Julia had watched
many times that beautiful torso during the soccer matches and she dreamed
touching it. She slipped her arm under his boy's shirt and started rubbing
his back. Mark trembled in delight; his left hand was o her back and his
right crawled until he found her lovely bosom. He massaged the little
breasts lightly over her blouse and Julia moaned. She had noticed the tent
formed on Mark track pants and placed her hand on top of the hard
cock. Their young bodies could not resist any longer the excitement
produced by their mutual touching; soon Mark noticed how Julia's body
tensed and stick to his body as she was hit by that lovely orgasm; the
first with a boy. Mark lust reached the point of no return and his boy tool
started ejaculating in his underwear. They broke their kiss and hugged very
tight breathing heavily. After a few minutes they recovered, Julia
separated from him; they looked into each other eyes and grinned.

	"It has been beautiful, Mark. I love you." He dragged her to his
chest and started kissing her hair, her eyes, her neck, and her ears. "I
love you Julia; I never thought I could love someone as I love you." Again
they started their lovemaking, they were too young to notice a previous
orgasm, but with the previous experience Julia slipped his arm under his
boyfriend's chest and started rubbing it along his nipples and tummy. Mark
did the same; he found the little bra and pulled it up, cupping one of her
breast and rubbing it carefully. Julia felt the strong warmth that had
started from her loins; they both were with their mouth stick and their
tongues mixed inside. This time Julia wanted to touch directly that boy
tool she loved; she put her hand under the loose clothes and soon she found
that hard meat. She squished it and found so strangely wet as she did not
know about precum. She instinctively rubbed it up and down and Mark moaned
in pleasure. A few minutes elapsed and that strong orgasm arrived near at
the same time on both lovers. She groaned in delight as she noted a warm
and wet cream on her fingers. Mark moaned as he spurted his little amount
of semen. Their breath recovered and Mark wrapped his arms round Julia,
continuously kissing her hair. Julia's head was on Mark left shoulder being
her right hand under Mark's shirt slowly caressing his back; her left hand
was still wrapped round the boy's semi erected cock. She felt the warmth of
the boy's body; she felt safe and protected in his arms; she had never felt
so good and safe since her father's death.  She moved a little from him and
kissed his lips with a quick peck. "I would like to be like that for
ages. Mark, I love you, please don't leave, I would die." Mark moved a
little, raised her chin and after some seconds he kissed her on the
lips. His dick again started to swell up and Julia grinned.

	"We will never separate, my love." She then retrieved her hands and
found her left one covered with a layer of semen and precum. As she looked
at questioning with her green eyes, he said: "It is semen and precum. Still
a little clear watery since I had started my puberty only a year ago, but
with time will be different; whiter and much more. She grinned and smelled
it.

	"It smells to clean." She took a finger to her tongue and tasted
it. "It has a rare flavour and a little salty."  Mark grinned wickedly. "I
must clean my hands, my mom would be here in a few minutes."

	"Lovely, I want to talk to her." Julia looked her boys amazed.

	"Are you mad? What are you going to say?" He naturally said:

	"I want to ask her permission to see you everyday. I can't spend a
minute without you." And saying that, he kissed the girl on the forehead.

	"I suppose you are joking."

	"No, I am not, why? My parents started loving each other at our age
and I have not seen any couple happier than my father and mother. Granny
did the same." Julia was terribly surprised; she could not believe what she
was hearing.

	"Probably you are true and now we have not time to discuss it, but
my mom does not think like that. You promised me to do what I wanted."

	"That is absolutely true and I maintain my word." She smiled
kissing her a peck.

	"In that case, get ready and leave before she arrives, or I may
have problems explaining." Mark made a grimace.

	"But I want to see you, my love. What can we do? She kept silence
during a few minutes organizing her thoughts.

	"If we start now dating, and as a consequence our qualifications in
the school drop, with reasons all will blame our love for that and I don't
want this, therefore you must promise me right now that you will study
harder than ever and improve your qualification to the highest you can. In
three months Christmas will be here, then will be the time to explain it to
them." Mark looked into those beautiful eyes he loved so deep.

	"Before that time I'll be fourteen. And meantime what shall we do?
I must kiss you daily, I have lost too much time without you and." She
interrupted him.

	"Mark I need your kisses as much as you need mine." She then kissed
him hard and quick on the lips as she continued. "But we must do some
sacrifices. I'll see how we can manage to meet without anyone noticing. For
instance, three times a week I prepare my home works in the library." He
smiled.

	"Alright, I'll see to that." He stood; they entered in the little
bathroom, washed and kissed, a long kiss; he noticed his dick again hard
but she smiling pushed him away. They kissed again and he left running down
street.  Two hundred metres further he turned his head and could see how an
old ford car entered in the little garage. He sighed. A few minutes after
Mark had left, Julia's mother arrived.

Chapter 5

	"Julia, I see you have already finished. Who helped you, an angel?
Come on and help me with the groceries." She grinned at her mom suggestion,
however she kept silence and started unloading the old car. Her mom went to
the mailbox and extracted its content. Most were propaganda and a couple
letters from her bank with receipts; she noticed a cream envelope from the
school's director. She mechanically opened it and started reading, her face
started to change: "Oh! God! It is not possible!" Julia heard her mother
and thought something bad had happened, her mom was of all colours.

	"What's up, mom?" For an answer she hugged her daughter as tears
came down her cheeks. Julia was scared as her mom gave the letter to
her. It read:

""Dear Mrs. Martin, We have the pleasure to advise you that in today's
meeting, the General Board of Directors of this School has agreed to grant
a full scholarship to your daughter Miss Julia Martin; this, as you might
know, covers all expenses for books, fares, dresses, travel expenses,
etc. during the current year. For this subject, it is attached a credit car
for your use. The instructions are written in the separated sheet. Hope you
will share our content since your daughter is considered one of our best
students and we are proud of having her in our school.  Should you require
further explanations, please contact Mrs. Lock, my secretary or myself by
phone or personally.  Yours.etc.""

She hugged very tight her daughter and kissed her with tears.

	"Julia, can you realise what this means? We will be able to buy you
what you have already are lacking, and all thanks to your hard work. Dad
must be interceding for us." Julia was confused; that type of scholarship
was rarely granted to a student and only to person considered very
intelligent; she did not consider herself as such and to deserve that
prize. Of course she would not reject it or argue, they badly needed that
money. That was a special day since she saw her beautiful Angel called Mark
on the fence. Something told her he was announcing something good, as some
birds announce the spring. She did not want to disclose what had happened
only a few minutes before. She kissed and hugged her mother tightly.

	"I don't know, mom; but I had the feeling this morning that
something good was going to happen to us today." The young mother kept
silence for a few minutes, then, looking to her daughter, she said:

	"Julia, I must say you something." And before her daughter could
answer, she continued: "Two months ago, during the summer convention, I met
a man, he is a neurologist and mostly work in Germany, his parents are from
that country but he was born here. At his request, we have met a few times
and I am sure he's going to ask me to marry him. He is very polite and
educated, as normally all Europeans of his class are." Julia was not
surprised, her mom was young, intelligent and pretty, however it hurt a
little when she thought about her father, nevertheless she was not selfish
and thought she had the right to start a new life.

	"Mom, do you love him?"

	"I like him a lot, but I don't think I love him yet. With all our
tightness, I had thought that marrying him we would end all. This type of
doctors earns all money they want and he looks as that. I know it is
selfish but." The girl knew what that meant and the sacrifices they had
since his dad died. Tears came to her eyes and she hugged her mom.

	"I will always be thankful to you, mom, for your efforts and
sacrifices, nevertheless, now this letter has solved most of our problems,
so from now on, you can divert some money for your own, so you don't need
to thinks on selfishness. If you like him to marry I only must say that I
hope he is as good as you think he is. Of course, I would not be able to
call him dad, I am too old for that, and besides, I loved too much my
father to replace him."  She thought se had hurt her mom and immediately
she continued. "I know you loved him and it will be difficult for you to
admit some else in his place, but mom, be sure that if he can see us, he is
fully approving it, so you don't need to feel guilty. You will have all my
support, mom." She hugged her mother in a long and tight embrace.

	"Julia, you know I am very proud of you and I am not sure whether I
will marry him or not, but I wish you with all my heart, if you ever marry
and have a daughter, she be as you are. They hugged again.

Mark run happily to his home, he entered in the house looking for his
Granny, she was sat in the living-room reading. When she heard the hard
steps she raised her head and saw her happy grandchild. She sighed. How she
loved him! Apparently he had nothing to do with his German origin, he
appeared as pure Latin, alike his dad, however that was only a
fiction. Mark was a clone of his granddad; the same walk, the same honesty,
the same reactions, the same smile, the same body built. The boy
immediately saw the old woman he jumped on her lap straddling her, so his
weight were not supported by the lady's legs, but his calves. Without a
word he kissed tenderly the woman and hugged her very tight.

	"She loves me, Granny! She loves me! The old lady hugged and kissed
back her loved grandchild. In that moment Patrick entered:

	"Is there anything left for me? Mark jumped back, looked to his
brother and grabbed his hand tightly to the stairs and to their room.

	"Come on, little bro! They entered and Mark slammed the door
closing it. He pulled down his brother on the bed and started kissing him
on the lips passionately. Patrick was taken aback, but he loved his
brother's kisses and ministrations. His body reacted and in a minute his
dick was as a rock. Mark noticed the hardness on his belly; he broke the
kiss and dragged his brother shirt up helping him to take it off. He
resumed his kissing, then sucked his nipples, his bellybutton, and then
dragged his track pant and underwear to his ankles. Patrick with his bare
feet took the garments off. He was breathing heavily as his brother licked
under his ball sack; sucked each one and them his hard cock entered in his
mouth. Patrick had not masturbated that morning, so, after a few minutes he
felt that beautiful feeling starting in his groins and up to his cock. It
was stronger than anytime before; only his brother knew how to make him to
orgasm so strong. He placed his hands on top of his brother head as he
arched his hip up. His body tensed, stopped breathing and a loud groan came
out from his throat. It had been only a few seconds of the most beautiful
ecstasies he had ever enjoyed. Mark continued sucking him for another
minute; he felt his younger brother was looking at him, now his breath
recovered. He left his dick, and moved over him. "I love you Patrick." And
before Patrick could react he placed his lips on Patrick's and their
tongues started a new dance; however Patrick was an experience boy on
tastes and immediately he noticed the flavour of his own semen. He opened
his eyes and separated his brother from him.

	"Mark, is this my semen?"

	"Yes, my little man, it is. I did not want to swallow it before you
tasted it! Patrick grinned and dragged his brother to him and kissed him
all over his face.

	"Oh Mark, Mark! I am the happiest boy of the world and I want to
make you happy right now."

	"We will have time tonight, now I want to tell you." And he
explained in detail what had happened in Julia's house. "I know you have
eagerly wanted to fuck my bum, only for once tonight I'll grant that to
you." Patrick hugged his brother again and for a long time.

	"You don't need to do that Mark. I know you don't like it."

	"Don't worry, you are my brother and I want that experience though
only once." Patrick placed his right hand on his dick and started
masturbating himself. "I'll do it for you, brother." And Mark continued
until his brother legs tensed again and he started to squirt a few drops of
that whitish and clear sperm. Carefully he took with his finger that cream
into his mouth. He grinned satisfied to his brother:

	"It tastes lovely, Mark."

	"Sure it does." Then Patrick added:

	"Let's go to the bath room. I want to do something." Mark thought
about his younger brother, perhaps he wanted to continue their sex in
there. He was near erected, however he wanted that for the night. Patrick
went to a sideboard and extracted a scissors and handed them to his
brother. "Now cut my hair and leave it as a mushroom, as it is common with
the rest of the elder boys. You are good at it."

	"Patrick, are you sure? You have so a beautiful and silky hair to
your shoulders.! Mom will disapprove it."

	"It is my hair, not hers; besides I am not a child anymore, so go
ahead." Mark murmured something but he started doing it. He was good at it,
his dad had taught him how to do it and Patrick rarely went to a barber;
even his father had requested his services. When he finished he handed a
mirror to Patrick. "Now, please, call Granny. I want her to give a final
touch." Mark called her and in a minute he entered in the bathroom where
the two naked boys were standing. She saw the hair on the floor. Patrick
looked into her Granny blue eyes and then hugged her, filling her with his
hair. They explained what had happened, not in detail, but the results.

	"I agree with you Patrick. You look much better now. You have put
part of your hair on me, so I must change my dress."

	"Sorry Granny" the boy said.

	"Nothing to sorry about, all on contrary. This is a special event,
or better events and I think we must celebrate them." They looked each
other as she continued: "Don't commit yourselves for anything tonight. I'll
tell Mrs. Gram to look after your little sister; we will have dinner
outside. I must go and prepare things; meanwhile you do your home
works. I'll see you later." With that the lady went downstairs, extracted
her cell phone and made a few calls. She took the taxicab that were waiting
for her and left.

	Julia saw a taxi stops in front of his house with some surprise,
they were not waiting for anyone, but when she saw the old lady descending
from it her beautiful face illuminated and she run to meet the person to
whom she considered she loved more after her mother, even she had confided
some of her intimate secrets that she had not done to his mother. She
happily met the old woman and hanging from her neck she kissed her; with a
low voice she murmured:

	"I have good news to tell you." The old woman grinned.

	"Is your mom at home? She did not need to answer because the young
woman came to meet her; they kissed on the cheeks. "I just have come to ask
you something."

	"Please Granny, sit down while I prepare a cup of coffee."  Julia
said.

	"No child, I am hurry." Julia looked disappointed because that
meant she would not have time to talk to her about her little secret. "My
younger grandchild has something special to celebrate and I have just come
to invite both of you to the concert in the great capital Auditorium; later
we might have dinner somewhere. It is New York's Philharmonic Orchestra
with a program aimed for the youth" The young woman did not know what to
say; to attend to such an event, mostly reserved to high class people, they
needed proper dresses; she had an old one, but not Julia that had never had
the opportunity, so she had not any. She sadly said:

	"Thank you very much indeed, Mrs. Wilhelm, but I have an
appointment tonight and." The old woman understood the excuses but she was
determined, at least, to take the young girl with her; she was sure that
event was new for her and she would enjoy it, so before her mother
continued, she said:

	"Mrs. Martin, I understand about you, but Julia had not had the
opportunity to assist to an event like this with friends, and I would like
her to accompany us. Please, let her to come." Julia said nothing, she
eagerly wanted to accompany the woman and she pleaded to her mom with his
eyes-

	"Well, I would not have any objection if she like it, but she has
grown so much lately that all her dresses can't fit on his figure." The
lady interrupted her.

	"Oh, don't worry. Please let me solve that problem; she deserves a
little amusement and we can provide it."  Julia looked at his mother
without saying a single word; however she knew her mom had lied because she
had not any dress, she blushed when her mother asked:

	"Julia, would you like." She doubted for a moment.

	"If you don't mind, mom."

	"Of course not, Mrs. von Wilhelm is our best friend and." The girl
hugged his mom as the old lady added:

	"In that case, Julia, please get ready, we have no time to lose; I
want you to accompany me to the town."  The girl looked at her mom.

	"Come on, Julia; Mrs. Wilhelm is waiting for you!"  She happily run
upstairs and in a couple of minutes she changed into a dress and sneakers;
she had left her shorts that she wore before. They boarded the taxi and
Julia cuddled under the lady left arm.

	"I must say you something, Granny."

	"You don't need to thank anything, if those are your intentions."

	"Well, that was part of it, but I have something more important. I,
I, have a boyfriend and he is the most handsome person in the world. We
love each other.Please don't say to anyone because we want to keep it
secret for sometime. But I am so happy that I can't hide it to you." She
told her everything about Mark visit that morning.  "And now you have come
to complete the day."

	"I am glad you are happy, my sweet little girl. I am a little bit
disappointed because I guarded you for my grandchild." She said that as a
little joke. "I suppose he must find someone else." The girl kissed the old
lady cheek.

	"I'm sorry, but my heart is already engaged. Nothing would have
pleased me more than sometime to be your grandchild. I'll tell him to meet
you, I'm sure you will like him. He is so good, so honest, so, so
handsome."  She said the last words in a murmur for herself; however, the
old lady smiled, pressed the girl's hand and said:

	"I am sure he is a great and lucky boy as you are the greatest
girl." Julia could observe how they passed near the Malls and the taxi did
not stop, on contrary it continued to the centre of the town, in the
City. After fifteen minutes drive, the car stopped in front of a luxury
shop; se had seen it before with her mom, but never entered; she knew that
type of shops were reserved for loaded people. She couldn't believe what
she were seeing; they entered and immediately a middle aged woman came to
greet the old lady, then she said: "Clemency, let me introduce my, let's
say adopted grandchild, Julia Martin. We need something for her for tonight
event. The lady smiled:

	"Please sit down and I order some tea while we show you what I have
just unpacked." A young woman brought a few boxes and started extracting
the most beautiful dresses Julia had ever seen. Some made from fine
velvety. Julia looked at them with ecstasy, specially one light green with
a pink ribbon round the waist, however she thought the weather still was
too warm to wear it. There was another one, appropriate for the time, made
from a silky fabric that she could not identify, light cream colour with
yellow stripes from the shoulders to the bottom. She was in the heaven
looking to those lovely garments when she heard the lady asking her:

	"Well, Miss Martin, do you like them?" She stammered and blushed:

	"They are so beautiful. any of them. I don't know how a person can
design so beautiful dresses." The lady smiled satisfied with girl's
comment.

	"But you have to choose."

	"If the weather were a little bit colder, definitely, I would
choose the light green, but I think the cream one will be more suitable for
the present time. The ladies looked at each other confirming the excellent
girl's taste.

	"You have a good idea of what you want. Please come with me." She
went with the lady and they took measures to adjust the dress. The ladies
commented about the rest of garments that the girl would need. Once they
finished left the shop to take a snack. Just when they were entering in the
restaurant a blond girl came shouting:

	"Julia! Julia!"  An old lady approached and the two groups
exchanged greetings, especially the two girls; the blond took Julia's hand
happily, entered in the restaurant and sat together, explaining their plans
for the evening; the youngsters were very happy because they agreed to meet
at the theatre. While the ladies talked the two girls, hand in hand went to
the toilet, just an excuse to talk alone.

	"Julia, I am so happy to meet you." I must say you something and I
would like your help." Julia was going to ask, but her friend interrupted
her: "I am so stupid shy, but I can't avoid it, only with you I feel free
to speak." She bent her lovely head. "Julia, I am in love, I can't take him
from my mind, he is so beautiful." Julia looked at her friend.

	"Do I know him?"

	"Of course you do, he sit near you every day. You are very
lucky..."

	"Patrick?

	"Yes, Patrick. If I were not so shy I would have said him
something, but I can't."

	"Well, you are a pretty girl Helen, I'm sure you like him, but, of
course I can't assure you; as you already know my preferences are for Mark,
never for Patrick, though I have to recognize he is a tall and handsome
boy."  The blond girl pressed Julia's hand to reassure herself; red as
pepper, she asked her friend.

	"Julia have you ever seen a boy.thing, you know."

	"Helen! You are being very naughty." Julia pressed her friend's
hand and smiled slyly. "Well.no." She lied.  "I have seen little boys when
they are peeing, but never a boy like Patrick."

	"I saw my dad's when he came from the bath, but it was flaccid but
huge; "Do you think our boys will have the same size?" Julia grinned again.

	"I suppose they have not one so big since they are not full adults,
but more or less." Helen's granny calling them interrupted their
conversation. They happily run to where they were and a few minutes later
they were saying goodbye. Julia and Mrs. Wilhelm boarded the taxi that was
waiting for them. Julia kissed again the old lady and cuddled near her; no
word was spoken. When they were approaching Julia's house, the old lady
said

	"Julia, the concert is at 7:00, so at 6:30 we will pick you
up. Within an hour you will receive your dress, I hope your mom likes it."
The girl kissed again the old lady's cheek.

	"I am sure she will" Then looking into the woman eyes, she added:
"This is a dream and I would like never awake from it." The lady smiled,
kissed back the girl, and the taxi started again. Julia mom approached and
both hands entwined entered in the house; she explained all about and she
could not believe it. Her mom hugged her daughter.

	"Julia, it seems that this boy, Mark, is an angel; since the moment
he helped you our lives are being changed abruptly.

Chapter 6

Before an hour was elapsed, a van stopped at Julia's gate, and after
assuring the address, the driver started to offload several parcels; Julia
and her mom could not understand. They signed the receipt and the van
left. They eagerly started unpacking and both could not believe what they
saw; two dresses, those that Julia liked best; moreover, socks, panties,
underwear, and beautiful shoes that matched with the dresses were added.

	"Julia, they are beautiful! You will be the princess in the
theatre!" Julia did not know what to say, she was as surprised as her
mother.

	"Mom, I thought it was only one. What can I do, mom? This is too
much; I don't deserve so many things."  Her mother hugged her tenderly with
tears on her eyes.

	"Julia, my daughter, please don't say that; you deserve it;
something different is that Mrs. Wilhelm should or should not spend so much
money for you, but she is rich and besides I am sure she had done it by
heart, she loves you from the moment you met her and she knows how to thank
you for your love. Old persons need being loved Julia; with the time you
will remember my words. The girl hugged her mom tenderly; she was crying,
but tears of happiness.

	"Mom, I love her, she is so good, so understanding. I think that
after dad and you, she is the persons to whom I most love." When she said
that, she blushed remembering his boy, but she thought: "that love is
different, nothing to do with mom and Granny's". An hour before time limit,
Julia showered and her mom started to put all garments on the bed; she was
wrapped in a white bathrobe as her mom dried her long hair and combed
it. She dressed starting with the fine silk underwear, etc., finally her
mom took the dress and put it thru her head, adjusting to her shoulder and
waist; she placed a ribbon on her hair and looked at her; she could not
stop two tears running over her cheeks. She hugged her daughter and kissed
her.

	"You are beautiful, Julia! How proud would have felt dad seeing you
now." Julia finished dressing putting on the socks and shoes. It was ten
minutes to seven. At that time Mark, Patrick and their Granny got into the
"Mercedes" dressed with etiquette, Patrick in a blue marine and Mark in a
light cream dress. They looked as little gentlemen. The car started and
stopped in front of Julia's; the door opened and Julia came out; the boys
looked at each other speechless, they could not believe what they were
seeing, especially Mark; however the word from the old woman took them off
their enchantment:

	"Come on boys, help the young lady to the car." Julia has heard the
car as she was descending from her room, she rushed to the door and opened
it; she near passed out when she saw both brothers waiting for her. She
could not stop near a shout:

	"Mark! Patrick!" Soon they recovered and looked at her while
Patrick went to open the car's door. Mark mumbled to her

	"You are the most beautiful girl in the world, and I am the most
fortunate man ever existed." Julia blushed and hand in hand they reached
car, but Patrick was prepared, and as soon Julia entered he sat near her;
Mark a little bit disappointed went to the other side and sat near
Granny. At the same time, boy and girl kissed the old lady and Julia told
her in a low voice: "He is my boy" Mark said: "She is my girl". The old
lady slyly grinned, and then, taking Mark's left hand and Julia's right
one, put both together on her lap. The young couple squished them very
tight and kissed again the happy old woman. The car was running, they
untwined their hands and Julia turned her head to Patrick and kissed him on
the cheek. Patrick blushed in surprise as he turned the head to her:

	"You look very handsome, Patrick. It has been a lovely surprise
because I did not expect you with your short hair. I'm absolutely sure she
will be as dumbfounded as I am."

	"She? Who is it?"

	"Patrick you know very well who's the girl that have a crush on
you, the girl who trembles when you look at her." The boy grinned and his
dick started to grow. He had many times thought about touching and sucking
those wonderful teats that were bigger than Julia's, but she was so shy. He
made as if did not know anything.

	"I don't know what you are talking about."

	"Well, you will see her as soon as we arrive." They grinned. On
arrival to the theatre they left the car; many people were entering into
the building and starting greeting each other. Boys and girls looked at
Julia and Mark. In the hall they met Helen and her Granny. Patrick
approached the blond girl that blushed as he greeted her kissing her
cheeks. After a few minutes of greeting other persons and friends, and
being near the time to start, they entered and sat on the same row; the old
ladies on the centre, both girls near the respective grand mother, Mark
near Julia and Patrick near Helen. When Patrick looked at her left side, he
saw a blond boy of 12; y/o sat closed to him, he knew the boy from the
school soccer team, he looked more of 11, probably he was of those which
birthday was at the end of the year, but he was sure he was a seventh
grader, but of a different group. He came to the school in spring, so he
probably was not American though he spoke a lovely sweet good English. He
was very good at soccer; one of the best player, and the Coach appreciated
his speed and quality in spite of not being very tall. The boy looked at
Patrick and smiled, Patrick smiled back as he saw that silky hair as his,
but a little bit longer; black eyes and long lashes; he felt a stirring in
his groins. He was dressed in blue marine, but he wore short trousers up to
a few centimetres over his rounded knees, not very common in US, but as in
Europe, with impeccable black shoes and woollen socks that covered his
calves, leaving exposed his knees and part of his thighs. Patrick turned to
see Helen who was watching him.

	"Don't you know him?"

	"Well, we have not been introduced, I know his name is Michel
because I heard the Coach naming him, but that's all." She slowly and
blushing again said:

	"I'll introduce him to you later." The light died down a little and
the people started to applaud as the director entered in the stage; a
couple of minutes later the music started and everybody was concentrated on
it. Patrick could see the beauty of the girl and the boy's knees and his
dick got hard as a rock, not knowing who was causing that hardness,
fortunately, to prevent an accident like this, the brothers had agreed to
wear tight underwear. After some minutes he could not concentrate on the
stage, he made as if he needed to pick up something from the floor, he
bowed and as he rose he put his hand round the girls smooth left calf; he
noted how she moved and trembled; he kept his hand rubbing her up as he was
straight; the girl was red but she did not move or turned her head. She had
enjoyed the touch. After a few minutes elapsed Patrick noted the boy's knee
rubbing his own, he looked at Michel and he could see the most beautiful
picture he could expect. He had pushed his body to the front seat but
without raising his butt, so his short trousers were dragged to his loins,
leaving exposed his smooth and white thighs. Patrick felt his dick jerking
inside his underwear; he could not stop his hand sliding to those beautiful
legs as he looked to the stage. He felt the boy's hand on top of his,
pulling it to his crotch. He felt the boy's dick hard as a rock in his
hand, however he understood the danger of being caught. With a sigh, he
squished the boy's cock and reluctantly he returned his hand to his own
crotch. The boy returned to his original position, they looked at each
other and then both grinned. Julia and Mark had been concentrated on the
stage, all the time their hands entwined; he wanted to kiss her there, but
he was happy with looking at beautiful face from time to time.

During the break they went to the great saloon to stretch out legs and
because that was a way to contacting the rest of society, where new members
were introduced and thus forming part of that circle of money. Julia was
the object of many eyes and Mark had to introduce her to many people that
she did not know, however she had been educated in high class schools, so
everybody did not have any doubt about her being rich. They laughed amused.
They were together with Granny when Michel came towing his parents; he
wanted they knew his friends. His dad, a tall and middle-aged man greeted
Granny and without intention he spoke a few words in German, but
immediately he rectified.

	"I am awfully sorry Mrs. Rockwell." He said addressing to Helen's
granny. "But it is the instinct to speak in our mother language when we
find a compatriot. The old lady extended her hand to the man.

	"Don't worry boy, we are not so conservative." Granny smiled and
they continued in English, but Mark and Patrick were surprised, since they
also spoke German as their mother's language. As it came that night,
Michel's father was the German Consul in the City; he had been in London
during four years and now he had been appointed in the city for five years,
thus Michel spoke fluently both languages. After introducing the boys they
returned to their seats chatting amicably. When they were sat down Michel
put his thighs in the way Patrick could see them clearly during the rest of
the concert. In a moment he approached his head to Patrick.

	"Patrick, I would like to check with you some math problems; I am
not very strong on that subject. I wonder whether you would like to stay an
overnight in my house, I think we can have some good time and fun
together."  Patrick grinned.

	"We'll talk next Monday in the school. I'll see you after the match
in the showers; we'll talk it over." The little boy grinned slyly. The
music started and Patrick, for a moment slid his hand carefully under
Helen's wide dress rubbing her smooth left thigh; she near jumped when she
felt the boy's hand as she blushed, though did not move.  However a
parallel move was happening in his left. Michel had slid his right hand
under Patrick jacket and now was rubbing his hard cock; both actions took
him near his orgasm; he also was red and silently breathing hard. He
thought what a scandal would be created if they were discovered; so
reluctantly he bent his head to Michel, as if he was telling him a message.

	"Do you want us to be caught?" The boy chuckled as Patrick
added. "We'll have time." Michel slid back his hand and slavishly rubbed
his thighs. Patrick gritted his teeth and closed his eyes as he was near
his orgasm. He retrieved his hand from the girl and thus he stopped the
point of not return; his dick flexed its jerking against his underwear,
however he felt the wetness of his abundant precum and he feared it could
show up thru the fine fabric of his trousers. The girl looked ad him and he
blushed this time, thinking she was aware of his torment moments.  The
concert ended and everybody stood up and left their seats. In the hall they
said goodbye to Michel's family and they went to a dinner-dance that had
been organized in the Great Hall Restaurant. That was one of the most
luxury houses in the city; the Mayor had organized the event at the request
of his daughter and son. As they said, "this is a good moment to make
publicity for the future elections." Mark danced with Julia without leaving
any options to others; all contrary of Patrick that found a justification
to test another girls he liked." At 11:00 they returned home and when Julia
was cuddle under Granny arm she said:

	"This must be a dream; I would never be awaken from it." The old
lady caressed her silky hair; she kissed the child head on the hair.

	"Julia this is not a dream, but a reality that you should have
enjoyed log time ago. Your heart deserves it.  You are not a Cinderella but
a true great girl and I hope we will have many times as this one, even
better. Life has not treated you well, however in the future you will have
good and bad times, but if you are strong and love each other, time will
elapse so quick that you won't believe." She extended her arms round her
grand children including Julia and pulled them to her heart. "I love you
all." Patrick had heard every thing and he jumped on her lap and kissed her
as Julia and Mark did the same. In that moment the car stopped and the two
boys descended from the car and accompanied the girl to her house. She
extracted a key from her little bag and gave it to Mark who opened the
door. She entered followed by his boy; Patrick remained outside waiting for
his brother. They entered and stopped for a moment, they knew they had not
much time; she launched herself into Mark arms and they kissed on the lips
a long and wet kiss; then Mark said:

	"I would like to be with you forever, guarding you, loving you."
She kissed him again.

	"I would like too, but Granny is waiting." They kissed a peck on
the lips.

	"Have nice dreams my beautiful Julia, my angel." And he left. Julia
closed the door, sat on the sofa and started crying as she murmured: "I
love you, my Mark, my little husband." Those were not tears of sorrow, but
happiness, as she had never expected. She undressed and before she could
realise she was hard asleep. It has been a day of too many emotions, ad day
to write in his heart in gold letters, not matter what the future be.

The Mercedes entered into the large and tidy garage where another two
vehicles were parked. The driver helped the lady and both boys, one at each
side, entered her in the house. Mrs. Black, the driver's wife was still
watching TV, after checking about the little girls, her husband put on the
security system and everybody went to bed. As soon as the boys entered in
their room, Patrick said:

	"Mark, my balls ache as never before." He took off his trousers and
underwear and left free his semi- erected cock, still with some precum on
its head. Mark looked to his brother with love, as he also got naked.

	"That pain is the cause of your sexual excitement, it is not good
to keep it, you need to release it."

	"Release it, how?" Mark grinned, gave a push to his younger brother
who lay on his back on the bed; and before he could move, Mark put his
lovely and long dick into his mouth and started sucking him; Patrick did
not need much action, however he pulled his brother to him in 69 position
and took his dick into his mouth too, until his nose touched the little
parch of hair that was growing very fast on his brother's crotch. After one
minute Patrick felt the strong feeling arriving to his loins, he arched his
hips and in seconds he stopped breathing with a low moan he spurted his
little load into his brother's mouth; that made Mark to scream in pleasure
as his body tensed and started offloading his semen into his brother
throat. When they recovered their breath, Mark kissed his little brother.

	"Thanks, little brother, I too needed that release." They turned
around and Patrick was on top of Mark, he started kissing him on the eyes,
nose, dimples, chin, and finally he sucked his nipples. Mark's dick started
to grow again.

	"I love you, Mark. If you were not my brother I would not mind to
fight Julia for your love, even knowing you and I prefers girls, but when I
am with you, my heart aches only for your caresses and your love; it is so
important for me." Mark understood his brother's words; they were as two
halves of the same orange without being twins.  He kissed Patrick on the
mouth and a few minutes later they were panting. Mark separated his brother
tenderly.

	"Today is a special and magic day and I promised you." Patrick
looked at his brother carefully.

	"Mark, you don't need to do that. I know you don't like it and you
want to do it only to please me." Mark looked into his brother eyes and
could see his animal need. His dick had started to spurt precum only
thinking about what he was proposing him.

	"A promise is a promise and I don't want to break my word. How
shall I do it?" Patrick sighed.

	"Please, lay on your tummy and place the pillow under your crotch."
Mark did as instructed; Patrick saw that rounded and beautiful butt now
changing into puberty. He pulled out his cheeks and saw the object on his
long time waited wish. He licked Mark's hole and he squirmed as the
sensible nerve endings were touched by Patrick tongue. He felt his dick
started to grow, but soon Patrick left that job and put his hand and his
mouth of Mark's butt cheeks. After a while he stood and went to their
sideboard, he rummaged there until he found the tube of Vaseline that they
had used when Mark fucked him. Mark spread wide his legs as Patrick applied
a wad of the lube on his hole. First with one forefinger he introduced the
product into his brother's anus greasing it, then he used two fingers;
Patrick's dick was long and thin; Mark moaned a couple of times when his
prostate was touched. Patrick grinned and placed a large quantity of
Vaseline on his hard cock. He was ready. He sighed. "Are you ready,
brother?"

	"Yes, I am. Go ahead."

	"Alright, but let me know if I hurt you." Mark did not answer; his
dick was flat and flaccid under his tummy.  Patrick saw that lovely butt
showing up; he guided his long and thin boy tool with his left hand to the
port of entry, he sighed and gasped in that magic moment. Mark relaxed,
Patrick pushed and his dick entered very easy into the rosebud orifice. He
remained during half a minute there, then he retracted a little and then he
pushed again to the hilt. Mark moaned in pain as his butt was roughly
treated. Patrick was now panting, he asked again. "Are you alright,
brother?"

	"Yes, but hold on during a couple of minutes until I get used to
your dick." Patrick was regretting now to have started fucking his brother,
however, now there was not point to regret after his brother virginity had
been eliminated. "Go ahead, little brother." He heard as if his brother
were in another world. He started slowly fucking Mark, but soon, as his
lust increased, his animal part appeared, he placed his hands on Mark's
hips and fucked him strong and hard. Patrick was panting and sweating as
his orgasm quickly approached. Mark noted how his butt expanded as his
brother's dick engrossed. A couple of tears came out from his eyes. He
understood in that moment how a person could feel when was raped. Patrick
reached his peak and with a final thrust he started spurting his little
load into his dear brother bowels. That feeling of regret overwhelmed him
as he lay on top of his brother and started to sob in silence, but Mark
felt the wetness of his tears on his neck; he managed to turn over keeping
his brother hard tool into his butt. He placed his legs round Patrick waist
and dragged him to his face; he kissed him tenderly. "Why do you cry?"
Patrick raised his head and kissed tenderly his brother lips.

	"You know why. I feel miserable, I don't deserve to be your
brother." He started again sobbing."

	"Hey Patrick! I did because I like it."

	"Don't be a liar, brother. Your dick is flat and flaccid, how can
you say you enjoyed it?"

	"Well, I did not say I enjoyed it, but perhaps in the second half I
will." Patrick looked amazed to his loved brother.

	"There will not be a second half. I have hurt you more than
enough." Mark smiled; he was not sure what he was trying to do.

	"You have enough experience to make me to enjoy it and your cock is
still hard. Come on brother!" It was true; Patrick cock was hard as he
contemplated his brother under him. He started kissing Mark round his face,
licking his nipples and then they went into a passionate kiss. Patrick
started thrusting his dick again into Mark's butt and the same time rubbing
and jacking off his brother's cock. Soon both boys were panting and moving
at unison, this time their moans of pleasure came at the same time, Mark
arched his hips as the impact of his orgasm reached him and started
squirting his semen on his few pubes. As Patrick saw that beautiful clear
milk out of his brother, he gave a long thrust and his clear fluid went
into his brother's guts. Their hard breath and gasps could be heard in the
room. When they recovered a little, Mark extended his arms and dragged the
covers over them. In seconds the brothers were hard asleep cuddled into
each other arms.

	Patrick woke up late; Mark was still hard asleep with a beautiful
smile on his face. Patrick contemplated his brother with love and tenderly
he put a light peck on his forehead. Probably he was having a beautiful
dream because his dick was forming a tent on the covers. With care he
dragged the sheet down to uncover his lovely hard cock. It was jerking and
he could see its head peeking out of the foreskin. Patrick thought that he
owed him one.  He bent over and with the tip of his tongue he partially
dragged the foreskin back taking into his lips tenderly the head. Mark
moaned and instinctively he started pulling up his dick and moaning,
murmuring unintelligible words.  He wanted to take the full length of his
cock into his mouth, but that would mean wakening him up. He absorbed the
precum with his tender lips and suddenly Mark raised his hips and started
spurting his clear semen into Patrick's mouth. He swallowed all of it while
Mark was panting. A minute later, Mark recovered his breath, turned over on
his right side and continued sleeping. Patrick grinned; kissed his hips and
covered him. After having breakfast he took the bike and a book and went
near where Helen lived, a hill facing the sea. He was concentrated on his
reading when felt two hands blinding him. He touched the hands trying to
recognize, however the smells gave him a clue:

	"Helen?" The girl left him free.

	"How have you recognized me?"

	"Your lovely aroma can't be confused." She was wearing a buggy
dress that showed her rounded knees.  She sat near him and smiled, but
blushed deeply.

	"I have seen you running your bike. Do you like here? He looked
into her lovely eyes; he thought it might be worthwhile to fell in love
with a girl like this.

	"Yes, I like this place. Mark and I used to come here very
often. He looked to her, and leaving the book on the grass, he pulled her
down on her back and kissed the lovely red lips. The girl did not move
amazed, but after a while, Patrick parted her teeth and their tongues
touched. She opened wide her blue eyes but soon she closed them and started
panting in pleasure; however, Patrick slid his left hand under her dress
and started rubbing both thighs. Helen moaned in pleasure, however,
tenderly she retrieved Patrick's hand and broke their French kissing.

	"Patrick, I love that, but not here. If my dad knows it he would
kill me." She quickly stood and walked out to her bike."

	"Helen!" Patrick shouted. The girl turned around and quickly
approached him, she put her arms round the boy's neck and kissed him again;
and then she run to her bike and pedalled downhill to his house. Patrick
stood watching her:

	"Girls! They are mad" He adjusted his semi erected dick and resumed
his reading; he obviously were not in love with her.

	They resumed school and at lunch time the table now was completed
with two more members: Helen and Michel. On one side, starting from wall:
Julia, Mark and Alfred, in the other: Helen, Patrick and Michel. Their work
was even harder than before, lately, their parents appreciated that, so
they encouraged their friendship. Mark and Julia met near everyday in the
library where they prepared their home-works and gave a chance for a hidden
hug and kiss. The rest of the gang members helped on that goal. Patrick
also took the chance to do it with Helen; the girl eventually was losing
her shyness and was more confident. Patrick and Michel became best friends;
one week later, after playing a training soccer match, Patrick winked an
eye to Michel and he understood. Mark said:

	"Patrick, I'll go quickly to shower, I want to meet Julia to
accompany her home." Mark and the rest of the boys entered in the building
and Patrick and Michel remained during some time playing on the field; when
they thought everybody had finished showering they went to shower. At the
entrance they met the coach that was leaving:

	"Patrick, I am hurry, once you finish showering, please close the
room and handle the key to the porter."  While Patrick was talking Michel
entered into the building. It was a large room; on the right side there
were four stalls with three showerheads each; on the other side twenty
lockers and in the centre there was a large table with one large bench on
each side, where the boys sat to undress/dress. Michel sat on the bench
facing the door; he took off his shirt leaving on his buggy playing
shorts. He had his right leg on the floor and the left on top of the bench,
as he was untying his training shoe with his chin on his knee. Patrick
entered and he immediately focused on Michel's smooth thighs. The leg on
top showed his white and smooth flesh till near Michel's buttocks; Patrick
dick started to grow as he approached Michel that received him smirking.

	"Can't you untie it? I'll do it for you." Michel grinned and put
his arm back on the bench leaving his legs exposed to Patrick. Patrick
slipped his hands on each thigh thru the pant, Michel sighed when he felt
his legs touched by his friend's hands. Patrick reached the boy crotch and
he took his young package in his hands. Michel gasped and moaned in
pleasure closing his eyes. He had been waiting for this moment since the
day they met in the theatre. Patrick heard the moans and he realised that
the door was open. Reluctantly he left Michel and locked the door, however,
before he reached where Michel was now standing on the bench, he undressed,
tossing his clothes on the large table; he approached Michel and both boys
looked into each other eyes for a couple of seconds, their dicks hard as
rocks; suddenly Michel launched himself into Patrick's arms and their
mouths met; Patrick parte