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Subject: NEW: Two Families - The Teenage Years, Ch 10 (no sex, mf rom)
Date: Tuesday, June 22, 1999 5:27 PM

Two Families - The Teenage Years
Chapter Ten
By Jason Bradford

The second half of our junior years started off pretty tamely.  Kim and
I, Cassie and I, and our two families settled into the familiar
routines that had been established over the previous year and a half.

Cassie and I still "dated," and that went fine.  Brenda and Paul seemed
to be getting along fantastically.  I spoke privately to Brenda
frequently and she seemed very happy.  The only problem I had with any
of them was not their fault.  The problem was that every other word out
of Cassie's pretty little cock-sucking mouth was about going to college
in a few months.

It was normal for her to be excited, of course, but every reminder of
the passage of time reminded me that this idyllic period could not last
forever.  Soon, Kim and I would be seniors, her in college and me in
high school.  I knew that our senior years would fly by, consumed by
college/law school plans, graduation, and a host of other special
events.  And the end of this current phase of our lives meant we had to
find a new path and adjust to it.  I also knew that each transitional
phase posed new threats to our love.  I had grown immensely in my
confidence about us, but I was still realistic to know that we could
never take anything for granted.  I knew that our new path may not be
together.

There was only one really important event the second half of that year,
actually during the summer.  And as usual, it involved Maria Garcia.

Kim invited Maria to come to Jacksonville.  She actually had visited
once before; she and Tony stayed at our house for the Florida-Georgia
game in the fall.  But this was a week-long summer visit.

As we always did, we had a great time with Maria. She met and liked
my "girlfriend" Cassie, and asked her if I had taught her the Lambada
yet.  I hadn't, of course.  The four of us ran around a lot together.

The fifth day of Maria's visit, though, we had nothing at all planned.
Just a lazy day by the pool that would live as a pleasant memory for a
few weeks, and then fade away.  Well...not exactly.

It might have, if not for Brenda.  Kim, Maria and I were sunning at the
pool when we heard Brenda's booming voice yelling hello from the
kitchen door.  She flounced down the steps in a microscopic bikini, and
I still don't know what held her big tits in the damn thing.  She was
happy and giggling.  But when she got to the pool deck and had been
introduced to the stunned Maria, she announced that she forgot her
Bloody Mary on the kitchen counter.

"I'll get it Brenda, I have to pee anyway," my beautiful Kim quickly
volunteered.  And away she bounced.  I watched her sweet ass twitch
deliciously up the stairs, thankful that my sunglasses hid my eyes.

Brenda plopped down in a chaise next to me with a great sigh and said
cheerily, "So Ellbee!  What's up dude!"

I stiffened.  I was afraid to look at Maria, but prayed she had been
engrossed in something and hadn't heard that!  No luck. Even though she
was ten feet away, I felt her flinch.

"Hi Bren!"  Mom called from the kitchen.  Mom has just gotten home.
Brenda jumped up and merrily ran up the stairs to babble some new
intelligence on major sales at the malls, or something.

"So Ellbee!  What's up dude!"  Maria taunted.  I looked at her, still
thankful for my sunglasses.  She had the funniest look on her face.  It
was surprise, and humor, and love, and confusion...all in one beautiful
Latina face.

"Maria..." I stammered.

"Don't even try Ellbee!  By the way, how's Beebee?  Lupe didn't know
his name, but she said he's a monster!"  Maria was laughing, teasing
me, but not angry at all.

"So you're Ellbee!  OH MY GOD!  Nice to finally meet you, Flaco!" she
said excitedly.  (Flaco literally means "thin," but colloquially it
means "handsome.")

About that time Kim came back down the steps and saw her startled best
friend gaping at me.   She didn't know what had happened.  Maria
shifted gears immediately...so quickly, in fact, that Kim almost missed
what she said.

"Hey Kimmy!   Ellbee here and I were just talking about what to do
tonight.  You wanna go to a movie, or no le wanna?"  (No le wanna =
Cubonics for I don't want to.)

"Oh, I don't know...uh...what did you say????"

"I said...‘ELBEE HERE ...and I were just talking about what to do
tonight.'  I also asked him how Beebee was, but you interrupted his
answer."  Maria had a conspiratorial smile on her face.

Then, she looked up behind the speechless Kim and saw Mom and Brenda
heading down the stairs.  "Be cool folks, we have company.  Look, it's
okay.  But let's hit the pool quick...you both look like someone just
died!"

So, pretending to grabass, all three of us dove into the pool and swam
to the farthest part from Mom and Brenda.  When we got there, Maria
positioned herself in between Kim and I and looped her arms over both
of our shoulders.  She hugged us to her and spoke in a whisper.

"WOW!...you two are lovers!  Hey!  I'm okay with that — in fact, both
of you are on my ‘Favorite People In The Whole World' list, and the
idea of you together is fantastic — but quick, give me the lay of the
land here!  Who knows? Who doesn't?"

Kim and I looked anxiously at each other.  I guess both of us thought
briefly about denial...I hadn't admitted anything yet.  But it didn't
matter.  Maria knew us too well.  She especially knew Kim's heart.
There would be no lying to her.  She knew.  Finally, Kimmy spoke.

"Quickly...we've been lovers for almost two years.  Mom knows, Dad
knows, and now you know.  Nobody else knows.  Nobody."

"But Brenda called him Ellbee?  That's how I found out!  Doesn't she
know?"

"No," I said. "That's been Kim's nickname for me for years...it means
Little Bro'"

"Oh.  And Beebee?  Is he still Big Boy?"

"No," Kim laughed, "BIG Bro!"

We all laughed loudly, and to Mom and Brenda, it must have looked like
we were telling dirty jokes.

But they couldn't see Kim's face.  All of our emotions were right on
the surface and Kim's laughter quickly turned to tears. Maria
immediately shifted positions to screen her from Mom and Brenda's view.

"Kimmy, what?" Maria asked urgently.

"You must hate me!  You must think I'm horrible!"  Kim cried quietly.

"Never in a million years, Hermana!  Never, ever...no matter what!"
Maria said emphatically as she hugged Kim as tight as she could and
held her.  "And what's horrible — that you have a gorgeous boyfriend,
who I love like a brother?  Nonsense!"

"But it's incest, Maria!" Kim whispered.

"No it's not, Kim!  No, it is NOT.  You are not brother and sister, as
much as you may feel that way.  You are the children of two lovely
people who got married.  There is NO blood relation between you."

"But, Jason is still my little brother..."

"I got a news flash for you, Chica!  He ain't so little any more!  If
you don't want him, you let me know because I have about 50 cousins who
are so hot for his body they can't stand it!"

"But our ages!"  I interjected.  "We are 3 ˝ years apart in age.  I
feel like a little kid sometimes."

"So do I, Paco!  So what!"  Maria laughed.  "I can tell you for
true...as almost your sister and as Kim's best friend...that you are
all the man she can handle, all the man she ever has wanted.  She
wouldn't tell me WHO you were, but she sure has told me a ton of stuff
about how deeply she loves you."

"And you know what, Jase?  Right now Kim is 20 and you are 16..." Maria
continued.

"Almost 17" I interrupted.

"Whatever.  But when Kim is 40, she will look 25!  You'll be 36 or 37,
you'll have a little grey in your hair — and nobody will know there is
any age difference.  Right now, Kim IS more mature than you, not only
because of age but because she's a woman and we mature earlier than you
guys do.  But in 10 years, there won't be any difference in your
maturities.  These fears of yours are not real things.  Well maybe
they're real now, but my God, you've survived them for two years,
guys!  C'mon!  I think we're past the age difference!"

Maria was right, of course, we had been past it.  The real turning
point, although it never occurred to me at the time, was when I
declared a measure of independence from Kim and decided to "date"
Cassie.  From that point on, we were equals.

"But what are we going to do Maria???" Kim asked.

"We're gonna stay in this damn pool, that's what we're gonna do!"

"No, I mean about us...about Jase and I?"

"That's what I meant too.  We're gonna stay in this damn pool.  We're
gonna take this one step at a time, and the first step is — I can't get
out of here and face those two beautiful women over there, so I'm
staying right here!  I would bet big bucks that is exactly how you two
dear friends have been handling this all along."

"You're right about that," Kim said.  "When Mom discovered us, we faced
it and worked through it.  Then we told Dad, and worked through some
issues he had.  The worst time was when I was up at ‘Bama and we were
new together, but we took that one day at a time and worked through
it.  It was hard, real hard...but we did it.  Then we worked through
the last year and a half at Gainesville one step at a time.  The
hardest things about that were lying to you, and having this gorgeous
lug grow up on me!  But we got through that."

"Yeah, and New Years in Miami was really fun, but it was also very hard
on us to be so close to each other and yet not be able to be together,"
I added.  "But we got through it."

Kim laughed out loud, "Yeah, you horny little asshole!  We got as far
as the Hilton!  What is that, 3 miles?"

"What???"  Maria asked.

"On our way home, we saw a Hilton," I answered, "I looked at Kim, she
looked at me, and the next thing I knew I was in a hotel room with her
ripping my clothes off me!"

"Liar...you took your own clothes off!"  Kim laughed back, and Maria
and I joined her.

"We never got out of Miami until the following afternoon," I told
Maria.  "We just couldn't wait."

"Well, good for you!"  Maria said.  "I wish it was that easy for Tony
and I...but soon...soon."

We stayed in the pool until Mom and Brenda went back up to the house.
Then we got out and sat in the lounges.  With Maria keeping a watchful
eye on the house, we told her almost everything there was to tell about
us.  We left out my liaison with Brenda, and didn't bore her with any
of the sexual details of our relationship, but we gave her a pretty
good chronology of our life together.  She cried when we told her the
story of that magic night on the cruise.

We also told her that "dating" Cassie was just a cover for both she and
I, which Maria found kind of odd.  She said she could understand me
wanting a cover story, but couldn't understand why a cute girl like
Cassie would want one.  She said she thought there was something there
we didn't know about, figuring the most likely explanation was that
Cassie was lesbian.  We didn't tell her anything about Cassie's former
relationship with her own father.

After dinner that night, Kim and Maria went upstairs for a little while
for some girl talk, leaving me and Mom downstairs.  We sat in the
family room, watched TV and made some small talk.  Mom just couldn't
contain herself about how sweet Maria was and how glad she was that Kim
had such a good and true friend.

After about an hour of girl talk, Kim and Maria came downstairs.  Mom
was sitting in her reclining chair and I was on the couch.  Kim plopped
down beside me, put her arms around me and hugged me tightly.  Maria
sat on the other end of the couch, with just a hint of a smile on her
face, as Mom gawked at Kim and I.

"It's okay, Mom," Kim said quietly.  "Maria knows."

Mom was shocked!  But typical of Mom, as we recounted the events at the
pool, and how Maria had picked up on what Brenda said, Mom adjusted.
The four of us had a little discussion.  Most of it revolved around the
need for absolute secrecy, but it was obvious from Maria's reaction
that she was not going to be a problem.

In retrospect, rather than being a problem, Maria became a critical
pillar of strength for us...especially for Kim.  As close as Kim was to
Mom, Maria was her age.  She was going through many of the same crises
that Kim was.  She really understood some things that Mom couldn't
understand, just because she was there too.  Now, there was absolutely
nothing Kim couldn't discuss with Maria, and that trust and closeness
was vital as events swirled around us that final year.  We were
inevitably pulled in many directions that last year, often against our
wills like a moth drawn to a candle flame.  But we always had two rock-
solid bastions of help, understanding, love, and strength — Mom and
Maria.

Later that night, Maria told Kim she should move back to "our room,"
but Kim didn't.  We had enough just being together, and it was only a
few more days until we would be sleeping together every night anyway.
Kim spent the rest of that week in her own room with Maria.

Except for one short discussion, the rest of that week of Maria's visit
went like nothing had happened.  The short discussion was about the
coming year.  We were going to have a good time next year, but we had
to think about some things.

For one thing, we had to decide whether to tell Tony.  With Tony in the
loop, we would be able to do things as two couples.  We could go on
trips together, enjoy football weekends in Gainesville together, and
just relax and be ourselves.  If we didn't tell Tony, we could enjoy
each other's company freely, but it wouldn't be the same.  Maria
trusted Tony completely, and Kim and I felt pretty comfortable with
him, but it would be a huge step.  We decided to defer that decision
and see how we felt later.

The other issue, which never occurred to Kim and I, was whether to tell
Maria's father, Octavio Garcia.  Kim and I immediately vetoed that
idea!  Maria's rationale for telling her father was that we would be
able to sleep together whenever we were in Miami, but that was too
great a risk for us to take.  We later learned that it really would
have been zero risk, but we didn't know that at the time.

The night Maria left was a sad time for us.  We both really loved Maria
and hated to see her go.  But more than that, as we lay in each other's
arms in my bed, we felt the first tugs on loose threads as the big
fabric of lies we had fashioned finally began to unravel on us.

For two years, we had maintained complete secrecy.  Even our very
closest friends, and our parents very closest friends, had no clue that
we were lovers.  We had done a very good job of keeping our secret
contained.  But now it was out.  It was outside the family.  We trusted
Maria with our lives and we knew she would never tell anyone — not even
Tony — without our permission.   But we could also see that eventually —
 if we were to stay together — that it would have to start coming out.
We couldn't spend our entire lives hiding in our parents house, living
in a make-believe world.

We laid awake much of the night.  We were nude and we tenderly kissed
and caressed each other's bodies, but we did not make love.  Although
we had not had sex in a week, we were not in the mood for sex.  We were
just in the mood for "hearts talking," and clinging to each other as we
fearfully awaited the coming year.


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