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Schoolie</p> Life in The Village, through the eyes of Tom Grant, the only teacher at the remote school.</p> This is an original work of pure fiction (just an expression of a fantasy)
by Robert A. Armstrong (a pseudonym)
(re-written from my 2013 version)</p> The resemblance of the characters by action, name, location or description to any real person is purely coincidental.</p> If it is illegal, or offensive, for you to read stories involving interactions of a sexual nature between adults and youths, then what are you doing here?</p> *</p> *</p> From Chapter 17</p> OMG! I now clearly realise the cause of all my episodes of d?j? vu! </p> My chin and bottom lip start to quiver, almost uncontrollably, and I feel my eyes in the early stages of welling up with tears. I cover my mouth as I start to choke up and ask Will for a tissue `to get some bloody dust out of my eyes".</p> My heart is pounding. For once Lilly had told it right. That photographer is world famous!</p> Should I tell Will now, or not?</p> OMG! I know who Will"s father is! And, I am the only person on earth who does!</p> Chapter 18 - New Friends and Relatives</p> *</p> We turn in to the motel, a simple single-storey line of about a dozen units, with the Reception area at the end closest to the entrance driveway. I pull up outside the well-lit office, clamber out and stretch away the kinks in my body from the few hours of driving that I have just completed. Will follows suit.</p> Upon entering, the homely lady behind the desk looks up, smiles and asks, "Mr Grant?"</p> I nod to her and reply, "Yes, I"m Thomas Grant and this is William, my brother." Will looks at me and smiles a goofy kind of little-brother grin. Our hostess looks at both of us, back and forth. I can see the wheels turning in her mind, `just brothers, or twin brothers?"</p> "Just very close brothers," I answer without her needing to ask. I smile and produce my Driver"s Licence for identification and a credit card for payment.</p> She seems keen to chat and asks about where we have travelled from, our destination, the dryness of the countryside to the west through which we have passed, and she even asks about the condition of our stomachs - whether or not they need filling.</p> "It"s OK. Thank you." I tell her. "One of our friends packed us a basket of goodies which we haven"t attacked yet. Are there coffee-making facilities in the room?"</p> "Yes, certainly," she replies. Then she adds, "Well, seeing that you and your brother won"t need dinner, which was included in the tariff, would you like to join my family and me for breakfast instead? No extra charge. About 7:00am? We would be delighted to have some company."</p> Not having seen any other cars outside, I suspect that we are the only guests for the night - or the week! This place is half way between nowhere and somewhere else. When I booked, the distance from Marty"s to here seemed about right for us to drive after a day full of activities at school. We wouldn"t have reached the next place that I"d located until nearly midnight. So, this was perfect!</p> I thank her, and accept her offer. Will thanks her also.</p> Just then, a slim-statured lad of about 15 or 16 enters the reception area from the residence at the rear and joins his mother behind the reception desk. He looks younger than Will but older than Jake. Our hostess says, "Hi, honey. We"ll have two guests for breakfast in the morning. Please show Mr Grant and his brother, William, to their room. Mr Grant, this is my eldest son, Sam. He"ll take care of your every need."</p> Sam takes the key from his mother then extends his hand to me. Firm grip; I like that. "Pleased to meet you, Mr Grant. Welcome to our motel." In a remarkable customer-friendly voice he adds, stepping out from behind the desk and heading straight towards the doorway, "This way please, Mr Grant, and...," he pauses, "Mr Grant also? Or is it William?"</p> Will shakes his hand (and grips it a little too long, I think) and says, "Hi Sam. Pleased to meet you. Just call me `Will"." Sam smiles as he looks back and forth between Will and me. That look!</p> He leads the way. "May I help you with any luggage, Mr Grant?" he asks, looking back. His mother has trained him well.</p> "Thank you, Sam," I reply, "but we only have one small bag each - toiletries and pj"s." </p> Will looks at me in a way that communicates, `we will not be wearing pyjamas tonight!"</p> Sam responds, "That"s OK, Mr Grant. I always offer to help our customers when I can." Then he flashes a quick smile at Will who, in turn smiles at me and shrugs.</p> I say, "Will, why don"t you walk with Sam to our room and I"ll bring the car." The two of them start off down the row of rooms. I kick the engine over and switch on the headlights, illuminating their tails from behind, and I follow at a reasonable distance.</p> Now, you know how, sometimes, you can just tell that a guy is not wearing any underwear? Well, I can tell that about Sam instantly. His pulled-up, one-size-too-small cotton pants are riding up between his cheeks, with no hint of an underwear hem to break the curve of his firm, round orbs. He reminds me of an older version of Karl and Kurt. He and Will seem to have hit it off instantly and are chatting animatedly as they walk.</p> They amble all of the way down to the last room. Sam inserts and turns the key, pushes the door and switches on the lights. As the boys enter, I switch off the car, grab our two `overnight" bags from the back seat, but leave the remainder of the luggage in the boot.</p> I enter and put Will"s bag on the single bed; mine on the double. Will smirks.</p> "Tom," Will says, "Sam just asked me if I would like to play some of his computer games with him. I"ve never even seen computer games before. Would it be OK, for a while?"</p> "Sure, Will," I reply. "Just don"t be too long, OK?" I smirk at him. He reciprocates.</p> Sam turns and I get my first good view of the front of his tight pants. Wow! What, exactly, does he have packed in there? If he was wearing underpants, I could easily believe that it"s where he carries a spare pair of socks. Or Two. To a discerning eye, however, the outlines are obvious! Nobody could ever call him `Little Sam"! I force my gaze to his face. "That"s very kind of you, Sam. Thank you."</p> "You"re very welcome, Mr Grant. I won"t keep him for more than about 15 or 20 minutes." I smile when I think of what Will could achieve in that time, if Sam is of a similar inclination.</p> With Will away, I turn down both beds and put the jug on to make myself a large mug of coffee. I retrieve Di"s goodies and start into some peanut cookies. I sit down to peruse all of the offered reading material in the room.</p> *</p> Just as I finish my coffee, the door opens. Sam says, "Good night, Will." Then, looking beyond Will towards me, he adds, "Good night Mr Grant."</p> I reply, "Good night, Sam. We"ll see you in the morning."</p> Will adds, "Yeah, we"ll see you at breakfast. And thanks!"</p> Sam replies, "You"re very welcome. And, thank YOU!" The two boys exchange smiles then Sam disappears.</p> Will closes the door and then looks at the turned-down beds. "What? Separate beds? Are you kidding me?" he asks.</p> "Not unless you are already too tired to `get lucky"," I tease.</p> "Hell, no! I"ve still got plenty of energy to have a LOT of fun with you," Will says, smirking at me. His use of the word `still" alerts me to the possibility of him having done something with Sam, or maybe he"s simply referring to being refreshed after the travel. Knowing Will, I"ll bet that it"s the former. LOL.</p> "OK. Spill the beans! What games did you play with Sam? What did he show you?"</p> Will laughs. "Well, he started showing me some combat games but I couldn"t even follow what was going on, so we didn"t play them. And, the car racing game was a bit too fast, but it was fun with Sam sitting next to me and leaning on me every time we went one way around a corner. So, I leaned on him when we turned the other way. Soon, every time that I crashed, he squeezed my thigh. And every time I squeezed his thigh, he crashed! Haha. Our hands gradually got higher and higher and one thing just led to another, you know?"</p> "So, you got lucky, eh?" I smirk at him, looking directly into his eyes.</p> "Tom, you should have seen what I saw!" Then, without any guile he innocently adds, "Sam"s hung like a horse and spurts like a fountain! And, man, was he ever horny!"</p> "He asked whether I wanted him to do me too, but I said that I didn"t think that I could manage any more today. You should have seen the weird look that he gave me! His offer was hard to resist though, but I"m saving myself for some fun tonight with you, Tom. Oh, but I told him that it was still OK for him to play with me while I was giving him a hand, two hands actually! It was a monster! I didn"t know they came that big on people, only on horses! And, I think that there isn"t even a hole that would be big enough for him in the `Men"s Room" at Marty"s."</p> "He also asked if we were going to stay again on the way back... and whether my brother would like to play computer games too. I told him that I"d have to leave those decisions to you."</p> To change the subject from `Will and Sam" to `Will and Tom", I say, "OK, Sport. You"ve been very patient in waiting for this night. How do you want to do it?"</p> "Can we start in the shower?" Will asks, hopefully.</p> "Sure thing," I reply. "But, I want us to undress each other. Yeah?"</p> "Hell, Yeah!!" he says, reaching instantly for my trousers.</p> "Hey, slowly!" I say, taking him in my arms and hugging his body to mine. I want to savour the moment. And, because we are wearing identical clothes, it will be easier for one to exactly copy the other.</p> I undo the top button on his shirt. He does mine. I continue slowly downward, inserting my hand inside his shirt when I reach half way and rubbing his chest and gently squeezing his nipples. He copies. When the shirts are off, he takes over the lead. The belts are easy. The trouser clasps, buttons and zips are attended to very sensuously, with much `feeling up" of each other"s erections. Trousers off. We remove our own shoes and socks. We face each other in tented underpants ? even with matching wet spots.</p> "Let"s do the rest at the same time," I suggest.</p> "Just like playing `mirrors" with Karl and Kurt, eh?" he replies.</p> "Yeah." We synchronise and rub each other"s stiffness, jiggle each other"s balls and rub each other"s glutes. </p> However, when I slide my hand inside the waistband of his underpants and grasp his shaft, skin-to-skin, Will says with some urgency, "Tom, I think I"m gonna cum."</p> "Oh, no you don"t!" I shoot back, and slap his bum hard.</p> ordu escort "Ouch, that stings!" he complains. Then he does the same to me, and smirks.</p> "It slowed you down, right?" I joke.</p> "Too bloody right it did... but that"s OK." He smiles.</p> I ease his underpants down and off and allow him to do the same to me. He grabs me in a hug and rubs his body against mine. He takes hold of my cock and leads me to the shower, like a dog on a short leash.</p> I turn on the water, adjust the temperature and step in. He follows. We soap each other liberally. This feels so good, rubbing the firmness of his muscular body and feeling him rub me.</p> "Will, let me take the lead again, OK?" He agrees and I crouch on one knee. I lick around his inner thighs, his lower abdomen and wiggle my tongue in his navel. I go around a couple of times. It"s so much fun to hear him groan and to feel him shudder when I get to certain spots. Then, cradling his balls in one hand while grasping and kneading one of his butt cheeks with the other, I start licking: balls, around the base of the shaft and upwards to the head. I repeat this, multiple times, then take him into my mouth fully, suck hard once and then pull off.</p> "Is that it?" he asks disconsolately.</p> "No. Just the beginning," I reply. "Your turn."</p> He appears to have memorised my every movement. He doesn"t miss a single one. Except, when he takes my head into his mouth, he doesn"t stop and continues bobbing and sucking earnestly, as if this will be his only opportunity.</p> "Whoa!" I urge. "You like this?"</p> "Hell Yeah! OMG. You have no idea!"</p> "OK. Let"s keep going. I"ll do you, but don"t cum! OK?"</p> "Gotcha!"</p> He tells me to pull off him a couple of times. The duration between each is getting shorter. "All right," I say. "Dry off quickly. We can finish this on the bed."</p> We towel off the excess water. I lay one towel on the bed and tell Will to keep the other one handy. He lays himself on the towel and I assume a 69 position, with both of us on our sides.</p> "Just copy what I do," I coach him. He"s a quick learner and his tongue action around my head and slit feels fantastic.</p> I feel his finger searching for my hole. I know what he wants. I coat my finger with saliva, tickle him in the right spot and insert it slowly and gently.</p> "Ooooh, Tom. That all feels so good. But... I can"t... hold on... any longer!" He shudders His cock throbs. I take it all in.</p> "Here I come too, Will. You don"t have to take it in your mouth if you don"t want to." He ignores my warning and I pump him a mouthful. "Spit onto the towel if you like, Will." He ignores me again, and swallows, grimacing a little.</p> "I"ve waited so long for that, I wasn"t going to miss it for the world," he chirps as he comes up for air.</p> He lays himself flat on his back. "Roll on top of me," he says breathily, reminiscent of the very first time that we jacked each other off, except that, now, the positions are reversed. He wants to kiss. I can taste my cum in his mouth. I ease off him, I turn my back to him, and he spoons up to me immediately, wrapping one arm over my body.</p> We fall asleep in a euphoric embrace.</p> My phone alarm rouses me from a deep sleep. It must be 6:15am.</p> As my mind quickly clears away the night fog, I become aware of two sensations - a hand on my stiff cock, and a stiff cock along the cleft between my glutes. I wiggle my hips to see if there is any response from Will.</p> I hear, "Hmmmm" first, and then there is movement. I feel his body tense in a wake-up stretch. When he realises where both his hand and his cock are, there is some gently rubbing of both. "Sorry, need to pee," he says apologetically.</p> "Me too!"</p> We clamber off the bed. Will rushes straight for the bathroom. I grab our two towels and follow.</p> While he is unloading a strong stream into the toilet bowl, I run the shower and step in. I direct my own flow directly into the shower drain.</p> "Join me?" I ask, unnecessarily.</p> "Hell, Yeah!" he replies, flushing. I reflect that this has become one of his favourite expressions. He almost literally jumps in alongside me. "Can I lead?" he asks.</p> "Hell, Yeah!" I respond which elicits first a stare, and then a good chuckle, from him.</p> He starts with the soap, upper body, shoulders and neck. It"s as though he has become my personal masseur. He moves my body around - rinsing, soaping, rubbing, rinsing. He works his way downwards. Pecs. Abdomen. Glutes. Thighs. Calves.</p> As he comes back up, he focuses on working between my legs - underneath, back and front, giving everything a good `clean". As he fingers my hole he asks tentatively, "When can we do this for real?" And he slowly pushes a soapy finger inside.</p> "Not today, buddy, but maybe it won"t be two virgins going back to Marty"s, eh?"</p> "Hell, Yeah!"</p> He repeats on me what he learned last night. OMG. He is so good already! When I tell him that I"m about to cum, he stands up, applies some soap to his crack and backs onto me.</p> He moves his butt up and down, ensuring that my stiffness is between his cheeks. I hug him to me hard, and assist his movements by thrusting my cock in rhythm with him.</p> "Here it comes," I gasp and shoot between our bodies.</p> "I can feel it," Will says. "I can feel the heat."</p> I rinse us off, turn him around and give him the second blow job of his young life. When he warns me that he is going to cum, I stand and press our two cocks together. Mine has lost its rigidity but not its chunkiness. He cums between us. I step back a little and watch his last spurts find their resting place in my pubes.</p> We hug. We grind. We wash. We dry. We brush. We dress. I mess up the single bed so that it looks slept-in.</p> I am about to gather our bags, to put them into the car, when I hear a knock at the door. "Now who could that be?" I voice, out loud. I answer myself, `Probably horse-boy".</p> Will opens the door. "Hi, Sam."</p> "Hi, Will. Ready for breakfast?" He is beaming, and I muse that he could have added an extra sock to his collection. </p> "Good morning, Mr Grant," he says politely, acknowledging me. "Do you need a hand with anything?" I think of replying that he"s 15 minutes too late, but I resist.</p> "You two go ahead," I tell them. "I"ll be there shortly." I watch them nudge each other back and forth, buddy-fashion, as they disappear.</p> Sam"s mother introduces me to the `rest of the family" - a younger son, Mikey, who, judging by his face and height, is about 10 or 11. For a split second I wonder about another part of his body, a pony-brother to horse-boy Sam? But then I concentrate on a congenial conversation with our hostess. </p> We all enjoy our food.</p> After a second cup of coffee, I offer to help clean up, but am told that the boys will do it. "They earn pocket money by helping out while their dad"s away, working in the Central Queensland coal mines, on roster; ten days on and four days off."</p> *</p> They stand and wave us goodbye - `horse-boy" Sam, `pony-boy" Mikey, and their mother. </p> "Can we please stay here on our way back?" Will asks tentatively. I tell him that I"ve already arranged it with Sam"s mother, and he smirks. </p> "Hell, Yeah!" he whispers to himself.</p> We swap drivers a couple of times. I don"t want Will to be driving in busy traffic when we get to the Coast. The conversation covers many topics; however, `Sam" seems to figure prominently. So does Will"s first bj, and his second, and the feelings of both giving and receiving. And the anticipation of many more!</p> I also take this opportunity of privacy to introduce the need for personal cleanliness and safety in going all the way. Even though I hope that Will and I might be monogamous, I feel responsible for teaching him how to take all the precautions. I know that I cannot predict the future, only hope.</p> I explain what an enema kit is for, why condoms are used and the benefit of lube - for both people, `top" and `bottom". He listens intently and asks sensible questions. A perfect student! And, I can tell that he is keen to put all of the theory into practice! ASAP.</p> *</p> Will is impressed by the sight and sound of the surf across the highway as I pull into the family"s double driveway and park outside the under-house garage. With our car windows down, the salty sea smell is refreshing to me, and a novelty to him.</p> I raise the windows. We exit the car, stretch after the last long section of driving, and then grab our bags and bits and pieces from the back seat and the boot. </p> I explain to Will that not everyone on the Gold Coast is as honest as people `back home", out west, and that locking the car is a necessity here. So, I do it.</p> We head up the five steps to the verandah and double front doors. Without bothering to knock or ring, I unlock the door and invite Will inside. "Hello. Anyone here?" I call. No answer. I suspected as much, with the family sedan missing from its usual spot on the driveway.</p> I give Will a quick tour of the house - entry, lounge, dining, kitchen, rumpus room and deck with a view of the pool in the back yard. Will is impressed. </p> Then, up a flight of stairs to the four bedrooms - Mum actually, they are many desirable sport-toned bodies that exhibit fantasy-inducing bulges. LOL.</p> There is my double bed with bedside tables and lamps, two chests of drawers and a large mirror robe. My over-sized computer desk is set between the dormer windows, extending very conveniently to take advantage of the views and to break the drudgery of work, or simply for looking at the magnificent scenery - both water and people.</p> I note that a single camp stretcher has also been placed in the room and made up. My parents obviously considered that my guest might like to `bunk in" with me for the two weeks instead of being in the guest room between them and Sis. Very thoughtful! </p> I had previously emailed them from Big Town that I had met and befriended a poor, local artist who paints horses, landscapes and portraits, and that I am bringing him on his very first trip to experience the beach and the ocean.</p> I drop my bag onto the double bed; Will puts his onto the single, together with his A1 art portfolio from the school and a large parcel, wrapped in cloth and tied. I haven"t asked him what it is, but I could venture an opinion that he"s brought a gift for Mum and Dad.</p> "Hello!" I hear called from downstairs. </p> "Hi. Coming down." I call back through the open doorway.</p> I"m first down the stairs and Will is right behind me. He stands beside me and I begin to make the introductions. The looks that Dad, Mum and Sis give us are priceless, reminding me of my first encounter with Jane and the cherubs osmaniye escort in The Village. Sis even rubs her eyes, as if that would relieve her double vision! With Will having grown since that first encounter, we are now the same height. So, with identical haircuts and wearing our selected, matching clothes, we have much the same effect on them as we did on Marty and the children at the school on `school photo day".</p> Will"s youthful and sometimes-exuberant behaviour is really the only way to tell us apart now except perhaps, to those who know us well, by our slightly different speech. I speak a little faster and my natural voice is perhaps a semitone lower than Will"s. Everyone looks from one of us to the other and back. I know what they are thinking, but I choose not to say anything about the similarity.</p> "Dad, Mum, Sis," I say, indicating each, "this is Will. Will, meet my family."</p> Will confidently steps forward and shakes hands with each of them. "Pleased to meet you Mr Grant, Mrs Grant, and ..." I suddenly realise that I have forgotten to tell Will my sister"s name.</p> "Will, this is my thirteen-year-old sister, Amelia, but I just call her `Sis". She prefers `Sis" to `Ame" or `Melly" or any of the other variations that I was able to come up with."</p> Sis is the first to speak. Avoiding the question in everybody"s mind, she says, "I hear that you"re an artist. I do cartoons. Would you like to see some?"</p> Mum saves Will from Sis"s gallery of monstrosities by offering us all afternoon tea. "Amelia, why don"t we let Will settle in first? Will, we"d like to hear all about your village and your work. Thomas has told us so much already, but I"d rather hear it all again from you, first hand."</p> Sis and I both poke out the tips of our tongues at each other, as we usually do when Mum calls the other one of us by our full name. I can see that this game amuses Will. I"m tempted to call him `William" to see if I get a similar response. I wouldn"t put it past him!</p> Mum tells us to sit at the dining room table while she heads into the kitchen. Sis takes the seat next to Will. My heart beat quickens, hoping that she doesn"t annoy him like Anna has in the past. On the contrary, he seems to actually enjoy her company. Maybe there is a kindred artistic spirit that each of them senses or perhaps, simply, a thirteen-year-old is no threat to him. </p> He asks her about school and what things she likes to do with her friends. He has just instantly won her over! However, he"ll find that while it"s easy to start her talking, it"s not so easy to shut her up. Almost like an O"Brien!</p> While Dad ventures upstairs with some things which he brought in from the car, I set the table with crockery and some cutlery. Mum returns with a teapot, one plate of homemade chocolate chip cookies and another with buttered slices of coffee and walnut cake - one of my favourites, next to custard tarts. Good onya mum!</p> Will enjoys chatting with Mum and Sis. Dad soon returns and joins in - mainly questioning Will about The Village, its history and its geography. Trust an accountant to ask for the facts! </p> Will gives them all a fairly accurate thumbnail sketch of the township and the various members of the O"Brien clan, including a little about his `missing" mum. He also includes `others" like the twins. He leaves out the personal bits then simply says, before being asked the question about the person he has not mentioned, "I never knew my father." </p> My family is too polite to ask why not.</p> Will excuses himself and dashes up the stairs, returning quite quickly with the parcel which I saw. "Mr and Mrs Grant, I would like to give you this as my `thank you" for allowing me stay with you." Mum and Dad are both impressed at his manners. Sis is keen to see what is inside. Dad indicates that Mum should be the one to open it. She does, carefully.</p> "It"s beautiful." Mum gushes, and gives Will a hug. "Thank you, dear. Where did you buy this delightful picture?"</p> Will beams with pride as he modestly replies, "No, Mrs Grant, I painted it, and I"d like you to have it. I made the frame myself too." From where I am sitting, I can"t see it, but I just assume that it"s one of his horses. Mum and Dad gasp and remark at the quality of what they are seeing, and Will gets an extra hug from Mum and an approving squeeze of the shoulders from Dad.</p> Mum, with what I detect might be a tear in her eye, quickly covers it again with the cloth and says, "I"m going to hang this in the lounge room later," then she takes it into the lounge and sets it beneath a blank spot on the wall.</p> "Wow," Sis says. "You are good. Thomas said that you were great, but I thought it was just another one of his usual exaggerations", earning her a poked tongue from me for her `Thomas" jibe, and a pout for the exaggerations remark. </p> She gets an admiring look from Will. Honestly, if those two were cats, they would both be purring!</p> Mum says, "Oh, Thomas, I almost forgot to tell you. Uncle Bill is in town, and I"ve invited him to dinner. He should be here in about an hour. Why don"t you show Will around the beach area in the meantime?" Mockingly, Will and Sis both poke their tongues out at me, together. Two smart arses!</p> "And then Will can look at my cartoons." Sis chimes in.</p> `Uncle Bill." I think to myself. `I haven"t seen him in over five years. From what I recall of his sense of humour, this is going to be interesting!"</p> Will and I head upstairs. A long car journey has a funny effect on one"s bladder. After we both relieve ourselves, we head downstairs, out of the door and walk up to the pedestrian crossing on the next corner. With a green light, we cross to the promenade. Although it"s late in the afternoon, there are still many `beautiful people" strolling up and down. </p> There are young families with toddlers and babies in strollers, oldies taking a `constitutional", joggers with their iPods and earplugs and then there are the toned bodies - male and female - just showing off the results of their exercise regimes, diets and sun tans. </p> The lycra running shorts on some leave very little to the imagination. And, little willies don"t wear lycra! Posers! Will is again impressed. We are getting a number of interesting looks as well. Twins? No - unfortunately! Karl and Kurt are so lucky!</p> We walk for about twenty minutes, stopping occasionally to look at the action in the water and on the beach. The afternoon sun from behind us gives everyone down on the beach a golden glow. Will is mesmerised by people riding their surfboards in a gentle one metre swell - guys mostly, in multi-coloured board shorts. </p> "Would you like to try that?" I ask. His body language tells me that he would, but his lack of immediate response betrays an anxiety. "Don"t worry. We"ll begin with small waves." He flashes those precious pearly whites at me, acknowledging that he"s willing to `have a go". I think I"ll start him on a bodyboard or a long board, riding tandem with me, so that he can get a feel for the waves and I can help him gain his balance. Besides, he"ll look terrific in one of my wet suits - almost as good as lycra. LOL.</p> We head back. Sis immediately pounces and drags Will up to her room to display her creations. Dad and I sit in the lounge area and are chatting about the dryness of the countryside and the journey back, when the doorbell rings.</p> I have my back to the door. Dad gets out of his seat, walks past me, and opens it. I remember Uncle Bill"s voice the moment that I hear him exchanging jocular insults with my dad. He was always an extrovert, and forever ready with witticisms and cynicisms.</p> At that moment, I hear Sis thundering down the stairs. "Uncle Bill!" she squeals.</p> "Amelia. My, how you"ve grown! How old are you now? Ten?"</p> "I"m thirteen, Uncle Bill," she says with some measure of disdain, falling right into Uncle Bill"s trap!</p> He doesn"t respond to her, but immediately says, "Thomas, you haven"t changed at all since I saw you last." I rise to greet him only to discover that he has taken Will"s hand at the bottom of the stairs. He is standing with his back to me, while he is pumping Will"s hand. </p> Will is looking at me, rather perplexed about what to say.</p> Enjoying this mirthful situation where the joke is going to be on him for once, I say, "It"s good to see you again, Uncle Bill." He looks over his right shoulder and, upon seeing me, relaxes his grip on Will"s hand and swings around to face me. I think the colour drains from his face a little as his mouth opens wider, although no words escape.</p> He looks back over his left shoulder at Will, then again at me. I walk over to shake his hand. Will moves to stand alongside me. Uncle Bill"s head doesn"t move, but his eyes certainly do, flicking back and forth. That look! Finally, he breaks the silence with, "Well, after seeing Michael Keaton in `Multiplicity", I didn"t believe that human clones were possible. In the movie, the clones deteriorated. However, in this case, it appears that the clone is even better than the original."</p> I punch Uncle Bill"s shoulder. He smiles. I"ve just taken his bait, too.</p> Will says aloud to me, and indicating Uncle Bill, "Hey! I like him!"</p> I introduce them. "Uncle Bill, this is my friend Will. He lives out west and has joined me for the holidays. Will, this is our Uncle Bill. He travels a lot. We never know when he"s going to turn up." Nothing more is said about the similarities - for now.</p> Amelia drags Will back upstairs. Mum, who has emerged from the kitchen, gives Uncle Bill a hug and a smooch. They hold hands and look at each other, then hug again. Mum says that she needs to return to preparing the dinner which won"t be long. Dad takes Uncle Bill to the lounge to `catch up" on the missing years. I decide to help mum and set the table for six.</p> Dinner is delicious, with much idle chatter about everything and nothing. </p> When mum mentions `dessert", Uncle Bill suggests that we have it in the lounge room while he shows us some of his latest work. He can plug his iPad into the TV. "It is high definition, isn"t it?" he asks. Mum, dad and I don"t bite. Amelia does, "Of course it is!"</p> Will asks innocently, "What"s high definition?"</p> Uncle Bill thinks that Will is pulling his leg and says, "Hey! I like him!" parroting Will"s early words.</p> The seating arrangement is this... Uncle Bill in one of the armchairs, then dad and mum on a two-seater next to him, then, on the next two-seater, Sis and Will. I take the other armchair next to Will. It"s sort of like a semicircle facing the TV. Uncle Bill has his iPad connected.</p> He starts with a dozen photos from his `Sea Change" collection, then a ostim escort similar number from a `Tree Change", both highlighting aspects of coastal and rural living - promotional work that he"s done for the Tourist Bureau.</p> I glance at Will"s face. He has still not made the connection.</p> "The next lot are from a great series that I did years ago," he says. "I called it `The Western Hamlet"".</p> The first couple are of sunsets. D?j? vu. Then come `the pub", `the church", `the shack"...</p> Will chirps, "Hey, that"s my h..." but he doesn"t finish. Uncle Bill flicks to the next one.</p> "Wait! Stop!" mum calls out, and jumps up. Will is looking very confused, as everybody else stares at Uncle Bill"s photo of the river, the weir and a pair of arching trees that frame the school in the background.</p> Mum collects Will"s gift from the lounge room and places it in front of the TV. Then she uncovers it.</p> There is initial silence while everyone stares, back and forth, between Will"s gift and the TV.</p> Sis: "Hey, they"re the same!"</p> Dad: "No they"re not. The trees are different, see - that one, in the photo? It has fallen down and has become just a log in the painting. The river levels are very different. In Will"s painting everything, generally, has grown."</p> Uncle Bill: "How did you copy my photo? I"ve never shown this one. When could this have happened?"</p> Will: "I didn"t copy anything. I painted this, last year. Your `Western Hamlet" is where I live. And `the shack", as you call it, is my home, or it was, until recently."</p> I join the conversation. "Uncle Bill, that"s The Village where I teach, and where I met Will."</p> Uncle Bill: "I haven"t been there for about 18 years, and I was only there for one day. It was magic. The light was perfect for everything that I wanted to capture.</p> "Uncle Bill, would that have been in late autumn?" By my calculation this would have been 9 months before Will was born.</p> "Yes, how could you tell that from the photo?" He pauses then reminisces, "Ah, yes, the sunlight was stunning that day. And so were the locals, for that matter." He laughs. Will and I don"t. Mum, Dad and Sis see no reason to.</p> I think that Will has finally caught on! And, I"m sure that he is about to burst into tears. He reaches across and grasps my forearm for reassurance.</p> Dad: "Don"t tell me. You had fun with some of the young ladies there? That would be just like you!"</p> Uncle Bill: "No... just one. For some reason, I seem to remember her name. I think it was Jillian or Lillian."</p> Will is unable to speak, so I fill in the gaps. "Uncle Bill. The Lady"s name was indeed `Lillian", or `Lilly" as I know her. She is Will"s mother and Will was born nine months after you visited the town. She spoke about you for years, and named her baby son after you. `Big William" and `Little William", or `Will" to his friends. Do you know what that means?"</p> Everyone is stunned. They look from the TV to the painting; from Will to Uncle Bill. Uncle Bill can do nothing but stare at Will. I can almost hear the wheels of everyone"s minds grinding away while they process this revelationary information.</p> Probably for the first time in his life, Uncle Bill is speechless.</p> Poor Will! He doesn"t know what to do. I stand up and motion him to me. He wraps his arms around me, and I can feel his tears on my shoulder. He turns to face Uncle Bill. "You"re ... you"re my father?" he blubbers, like a little child.</p> Mum and dad excuse themselves to clean up the dinner dishes in the kitchen. I give Sis a nod of my head towards the stairs, to make herself scarce. </p> Will, my Uncle Bill and I are left alone. Uncle Bill moves towards Will, grasps his hand tentatively and then embraces him in a hug that has each of their heads looking over the other"s shoulder. Uncle Bill is facing me. This is the first time that I have ever seen tears in his big blue eyes. He relaxes and begins patting Will on the back.</p> There is a lot of positive silence.</p> I"m relieved, thrilled and jealous, all at the same time. Will now has a father. A famous father. A rich, famous father - William Grant, the renowned photographer. </p> Will"s uncanny perception and skill with artistic media is obviously a spin-off from Uncle Bill"s own genetic makeup. I didn"t know such things could be inherited. I think, `How is it that I don"t have my dad"s ability with numbers? Or my mum"s flair in the kitchen?"</p> I attempt to break the tension by saying, "Finally! Big Willie and Little Willie together." Will looks at me and smiles. Uncle Bill is not as understanding and looks puzzled. "He"ll explain it to you, Uncle Bill. Why don"t you two go for a walk, and chat about stuff?"</p> Will composes himself with the aid of some tissues. Uncle Bill produces a large handkerchief for the same purpose. "OK, Will..., son. Let"s go for a walk." They leave in silence with Uncle Bill"s arm around Will"s shoulders.</p> Will is my cousin! My mind repeats it. I"m uncertain whether I actually vocalise it, but I"m ecstatic. I almost wish that Marty was here so that I could say, `Hey, don"t you speak to my cousin like that". My pretend `little brother" is actually my real-life cousin. Wow! Hell, Yeah!</p> Mum and Dad come back into the room. They both look upset. I can"t imagine why! They should be thrilled that Uncle Bill has found a son that he never contemplated and Will has found the father that he never knew. Mum is clutching Dad"s arm and appears almost afraid to let go. "Thomas, we need to talk to you about something."</p> "What is it?" I ask, almost jovially. "Hey, Sis and I have a cousin! Isn"t that great?"</p> They beckon me back to the lounge. They sit together and I take the armchair next to them. I can"t understand why they appear so serious. After all, I have a cousin! That explains a lot!</p> Mum begins, "Thomas, Will is a nice young man."</p> I can"t disagree.</p> "However, he isn"t your cousin." I look at Mum and then at Dad. He looks really serious, even for an accountant.</p> "Mum, what are you saying? Uncle Bill is Will"s father, isn"t he?"</p> "Yes, quite obviously."</p> "And Uncle Bill is Dad"s brother, isn"t he?"</p> "Yes, that too."</p> "Then, how is Will NOT my cousin?"</p> Dad finally speaks up. "Thomas, we are about to say something that you may not want to hear, but we need to tell you." My brain is, as usual, slow off the mark in putting the pieces together. "Before your mother married me, Bill and I were both dating her and doing much more than unmarried people should do, especially in those days. Your mother said she was in love with both of us, but needed to choose one and spend the rest of her life with that one only. She chose the serious accountant over the flippant photographer."</p> "After a six-month engagement, and with our wedding day looming, my brother Bill, conceding `defeat", begged to spend one last night with Susan and then he would head off on a photographic expedition and leave us alone to be together `for ever and ever, amen". I think those were his exact words. Your mum and I talked about it and both agreed. Four weeks later we were married. You were born a month too early, but premature births were common so nobody thought too much of it. But we both knew the reason. Thomas, you are really my brother"s son, not mine. We didn"t need `tests", we could tell. But only your mother and I knew about it. And we"ve kept it a secret all these years - until today. You are the first person to hear of it. Even Bill doesn"t know. He actually has two sons."</p> There is silence. Mum and dad clutch each other tighter and look to me, probably fearing and anticipating the worst possible reaction. But, hey, I"ve got a bigger secret than theirs! At the moment, I"m too scared to tell them. They might be more ashamed of me than they think that I could be of them.</p> I stand up and move to give them both a loving embrace. They stand and we indulge in a long, group hug. </p> I break the silence. "Thank you, guys, for having the courage to tell me. From my perspective, it doesn"t change anything. Uncle Bill might be my father, but you"re still my dad, as far as I"m concerned. I love you guys. Don"t ever think that I don"t. We can"t change the past, and I wouldn"t want to alter all of the loving years that we"ve had anyway. I look forward to many, many more, ... even if it does include Amelia."</p> That remark breaks the tension. "Let"s get a cup of tea. Boy, do I need one!" Mum throws in.</p> Dad says, "I need a stiff drink. What will you have... son?"</p> "Coffee. With some walnut cake, if Amelia has left us any."</p> We talk for over an hour. Mainly about Will and Uncle Bill. I think that I will still call him `Uncle Bill" forever, even if he does find out about me. Dad tells me that his brother is now a director of the National Art Gallery. With Bill"s connections, it"s quite possible that Will could become as famous as his father, considering the quality of his work. I comment that Will has brought a folder with him that contains many of his paintings and drawings, which I"m sure everyone would love to see.</p> Just then, the door opens and Uncle Bill and Will walk in, joking together as though they had been friends for years. I"m so happy for Will. But not just for him. </p> My thoughts turn to another subject... `Brother!"</p> Mum offers Uncle Bill a drink. I move to face Will.</p> "Hey, Will, I know that you"ve just been for a long walk, but do you want to come back out with me to the mall? The shops are open late here. There are some things that I need to buy."</p> I tell everyone that we won"t be long.</p> As we walk, Will tells me how thrilled that both he and `Big Willie" are to have found each other and he repeats some of the things that his dad could do for him.</p> I have to add some good news of my own. "Will, there is something that I really need to tell you."</p> "What is it... cousin?" he says, emphasising the relationship, and he hugs me while we walk.</p> "Yeah, it"s about that. Do you remember a certain promise that I made you? The one promise that I haven"t kept yet?"</p> "Yes. But, it doesn"t apply to only being cousins, though, does it?" I can"t discern his mood from the tone of his voice.</p> "Will, this may come as a shock to you, but we are going shopping for... an enema kit, lube and condoms. We will need them all... later tonight."</p> I"ll explain it to him when I think the moment is right.</p> "Hell, Yeah!" he shouts, jumping and pumping the air.</p> *</p> (to be continued)</p> *</p> There is a parallel version to this story, told through the eyes of Kurt.
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