Marco, Marty and the Twins
by Nick Brady
Chapter 25
Copyright © 2016 – 2016 by Nick Brady, all rights reserved.
That night after they were in bed, Marco and Marty picked up on their discussion of Marty's new-found wealth.
"Have you thought some more about what you want to do?" Marco asked him.
"Sure, it's hard to think about anything else. What do you think about all this?"
"I think it can change everything, or nothing really. It depends on where you want to go with this. It depends on how you feel about it. Our life is going pretty well right now. What do you want to change?"
Marty was quiet and seemed lost in thought. "It scares me a little if you really want to know. You are making me realize that this could be a good thing or it could create more problems than it could solve. When I stop to think about it I don't really want to change anything that's basic to us. I want to give the boys the best start we can and get them set up for their future."
"Nothing wrong with that."
"I have to admit, it would be nice to have another bathroom," Marty chuckled, "Look, I really want to know what you think, Marco. This is about all of us, not just me."
Marco put his hand on Marty's arm. "You really want to know what I think?"
"Yes, I do. Nothing changes the fact that I love you and the boys, and Brian too. I don't want to mess things up. To be honest, the first thing I thought about was what we could buy, like a new house, new things , you know? I need to be real careful that I'm not selfish."
Marco sighed. "You know I love you too, but we are very different in many ways. Even though my paintings are selling quite well, I guess I still have this starving artist mentality. I essentially work alone and nobody cares what I wear, or what I look like, or what kind of car I drive. I will probably drive my old Honda until the wheels fall off.
"But you live in a corporate environment with meetings to attend. You have a group of managers who report to you, and you report to a vice-president. You are a professional and are expected to look like a professional. You have to keep up appearances, I understand that. I could not do what you do, and you could not do what I do. We live in rather different worlds until we come home as a family. This is my real world, and yours too I think."
"You know me better than anybody Marco. I need you to keep me on track."
Marco sat up and looked at his partner. "OK, here is what I think. We need to have three conversations. I think we need to talk to a trustworthy financial advisor about setting up the trusts for all three of our boys. I think we need to sit down and have an honest conversation with them. They are old enough and sensible enough to understand what we are dealing with. And you and I need to talk with the one person we know we can trust, Father Hoover. He has guided us through every major decision we have ever made. Probably we need to have that conversation first as a matter of fact. That's what I think."
Marty turned towards Marco and smiled. "You're absolutely right. You give good counsel my friend. If we ever needed spiritual direction it is now. Let's talk to Father Hoover first. I believe he can get us pointed in the right direction."
"Want to sleep on it?"
"Yes, but first I think I need a little emotional support and maybe a good lay."
Marco grinned. "I was hoping you would say that. Want to take a shower first?"
"Sounds like a good plan. We can call Father Hoover first thing in the morning. Do we still remember how to mambo?"
"I bet we do." And they did.
They met with Father Hoover the next afternoon in his office at Saint Jerome's.
"How is my favorite family today? You must have something on your mind to schedule a mid-week meeting with me. I am accustomed to seeing you on Sunday morning. To what do I owe this pleasure?"
"You know us too well," Marty smiled. "It seems we find ourselves in need of some spiritual guidance."
"I see. Does this fall under the sacrament of confession?"
"No, not really," Marty laughed. "Actually we are in need of some good advice from someone we know will be honest with us."
"Advice is yours for the asking," the old man assured them. "How good it is may be subject to question."
Marty leaned forward, "I won't beat around the bush. When my mother passed I fell heir to her estate and it turns out to be a considerable amount. We are concerned that we make good decisions for our family."
"What are we talking about here?"
Marty took a deep breath. "After her house and property are disposed of it will be close to a million dollars, Father."
The old priest nodded his head and raised his eyebrows. "Did that come as a surprise to you? Do you have any idea what her desires would be in regards to this matter?"
"We never discussed her estate. If I thought about it all I assumed it would be quite modest. But knowing my mother I imagine her first thought would have been for our boys. Fortunately, Marco and I are fairly comfortable, but this introduces a number of new options."
"Yes, that is a lot of money to fall in your lap. That sort of thing can affect you in ways you might not expect. What are you considering?"
"This is all rather new to us, but Marco and I have discussed several things. Tell him what you suggested, Marco."
Marco had not spoken yet but now that he was prompted, shared their conversation. "We both want to use this opportunity to provide some opportunities for Samuel and Benjamin, and for Brian. He is a part of our family now as well."
Father Hoover smiled. "I'm glad you feel that way. Brian is a deserving lad. So what are your thoughts?"
Marco looked at Marty who nodded to continue. "We want to speak with a financial advisor who can help us set up some trusts to provide the means for a better education than we might have been able to manage on our own. There are members of my family as well as Brian's who might want to have a part of any funds that might be available. We want to prevent that and assure that it goes to the boys, primarily for their education although eventually for their benefit in other ways if that doesn't work out. There are a lot of things to consider that are beyond our experience."
The priest nodded with approval. "That seems wise. Go on."
"Well, once we figure out what our options are with regard to a secure trust we thought we should sit down and discuss this with the boys. After all, it is their future we are talking about."
"Yes of course. They should know what your plans are and be able to speak to those plans. What else have you discussed?"
Marty smiled. "The other thing that Marco suggested was that we talk to you before we do anything."
Father Hoover laughed, "Your confidence in my advice may be overrated. Actually what you have outlined sounds very sound, very wise. I think your mother would be very pleased, Marty. I suspect that she is smiling down from heaven with approval."
"I would like to think so. She was a wonderful mother and a very kind person."
Marco nodded, "She was great to me, and I know our relationship was a challenge for her, at least at first."
Father Hoover smiled, "There was a story about gravy, wasn't there?"
"Yes, Marco won her over with his gravy that first Christmas. I forgot we told you about that," Marty laughed.
"So your next step is to seek the advice of a financial planner, is that correct?"
"Yes, but we are talking about a lot of money here and I want someone who is both competent and ethical. You hear stories about these things."
Father Hoover smiled, "Actually, I might be able to suggest someone if that would be helpful."
"You haven't steered us wrong yet," Marco told him.
"There is a member of our congregation who I believe might be very helpful. She is Karen Bell and has worked in financial services for many years. She is very capable and a lovely person. If you have no one else in mind, you might begin by talking with her."
"Thank you," Marty replied. "Can you put us in touch with her?"
"Of course. Give me a few days and I will speak to her and ask her to give you a call so you can set up an appointment."
"That would be very helpful. After we know where we are I think we will be ready to talk with the boys."
"Actually, you might speak to them before you make any firm plans. It might be helpful to get their reaction to all this."
Marco looked at Marty and smiled. "I think we have a plan. What do you think?"
"I think we have the good advice we were looking for. Thank you Father."
"As always, I suggest that you pray about this. Certainly you will be in my prayers. You know that I love all of you very much."
"And we love you. You have been a father to us in many ways. Thank you again."
The old priest shrugged, "That is part of my job description you know. Is there anything else?"
Marty hesitated, "Actually, there is one other thing that we have thought about."
"Yes?"
"We are now a family of five in a small house with only one bathroom. We have considered that this might be a good time to look for a larger place. Nothing extravagant, but something more comfortable."
"That does not sound unreasonable to me. You have made some improvements to your present house. You should be able to trade up with no difficulty. Do you have a real estate person that you can work with?"
"You might be able to refer us to someone you trust?" Marco suggested.
"I can do that as well. I have just the person in mind," their priest smiled.
A few nights later they sat down after dinner as a family. "We have something we need to talk about," Marty began.
"Are we in trouble?" Ben wondered.
"No. Why, do you have a guilty conscience?"
"Not really, but you sound kind of serious is all."
"Well, I am serious, but nobody is in any trouble that I know of. This has to do with Grandma Irene. Listen carefully, this is important."
Sam, Ben and Brian shifted in their seats and looked at each other.
"When Grandma passed, she left everything to me. It turns out that she had more money than I ever realized. Now we need to make some plans," Marty explained.
"How much money?" Ben wondered.
"Enough," Marty replied cryptically.
"What kind of plans?" Sam asked.
"Plans for your futures, all of you. There is enough to help you get a really good education and we want you to think about school. Brian, you will be ready for college soon and Sam and Ben will be there soon enough to start thinking about it. I cannot impress on you enough the value of a good education. It can set you up for the rest of your life. What this means is that you can basically go to any school that you are qualified to attend if that is what you want."
Sam and Ben looked rather blank. Clearly this was not something they had given any thought. Brian however, reacted with surprise.
"Does this mean I can go to College when I graduate high school?"
"Yes it does, providing that you can be accepted. That will depend on your abilities and of course what you want to do. The point is that you will not be limited by financial considerations. Good schools are expensive, and difficult to get into," Marty explained. "For you, this is coming up very soon, Brian. What would you like to do if you could do anything you want?"
Brian sat with an astonished look on his face, "Wow, I never thought that was even a remote possibility. I can't believe this. Would you really do this for me?"
"That's the plan," Marco assured him. "We love you very much and want to help you as much as we are able. It turns out that we will be able to do much more than we imagined was possible. What would you like to be able to do if you could do anything you wanted to?"
Brian looked stunned, then replied slowly. "I think I would like to be a doctor. I mean if that's possible. Is that possible?"
"You would make a good doctor," Ben said. "You know everything about first aid."
"I agree," Marty told him. "You are bright and remarkably disciplined. Your grades have been good and we think you can do almost anything you set your mind to. If that is what you really want to do we will do everything we can to make that possible."
Marco added, "I would suggest that you think about what you need to do during your senior year in high school to help you prepare yourself. Look at where you want to start your college time to set yourself up for medical school. You might start with our friend Mr. Blankenship at the high school and see what he advises. He may not have the answers but he will know who does."
Brian sat quietly and his eyes grew moist. "I don't know what to say. I keep thinking I am going to wake up and find myself on my grandmother's sofa again. I don't deserve this."
Marco shook his head, "That's not true Brian. I think everybody deserves to be happy. You know that I didn't come from a good situation either and now I don't think I could ask for a better life. Don't discount the possibility that there is a God, and he does want us to be happy."
"So, I take it that this is an opportunity that you would like to make the best of. This is something that you want to do, right?" Marty asked for clarity.
"Yes, oh yes. Absolutely!" Brian assured him. "I want to make you guys proud of me. I promise you won't regret this."
"Thank you Brian, but this is about you and what you want to do. We are not really asking you for anything except to make the best of it," Marty said.
"That's right," Marco agreed, "and you should understand right up front that this is a very ambitious goal you are setting for yourself. If this does not work out for you it does not mean that you have failed. We're all familiar with the Scout Promise; 'On my honor I will do my best...' That is all we are asking – do your best. Make the most of it."
"Now, what about you guys?" Marty looked at Sam and Ben. "You are a little further away then Brian but you need to be thinking about getting yourself ready. It will be here before you know it."
"What are we supposed to do?" Ben sounded a little worried.
Marco smiled, "Just realize that you need to be sure your grades are good. Not just the letter grades but be sure you are learning all you can and understanding the subjects. And be aware of the things that really interest you. At some point you will want to make some choices about what you want to do with yourselves. Think about what that might be. No doubt you will change your minds many times before you have to actually make a decision, but be looking ahead at that, OK?"
"Now there is a lot we need to do to get this set up for you," Marty continued. "We are going to talk to a financial wizard to see what we need to do to get some trust funds created for each of you to insure that the money will be there for you when you need it. God forbid that something should happen to us but we want that to be in place no matter what happens. There are some legal considerations that we want to be sure we understand, especially for you Brian. We really have no legal standing with you and want to be sure you are protected from anyone who might want to cash in on your situation. We will need to talk more about that later."
Sam, Ben and Brian looked around and appeared to be about exhausted from the serious discussion.
"What would you guys think about a quick trip to Braum's for some ice cream?" Marco suggested.
"That sounds great!" Ben and Sam jumped up, having reached their limit for sitting still and being serious. Brian stretched and nodded.
A round of milkshakes was just the thing.
The next day Brian and Noah were working together setting up a new bike.
"When does school start for you," Noah asked.
"Next week actually,"
"You will be a senior this year?"
"That's right. I need to get serious about school again."
Noah was thoughtful, "I didn't finish high school."
"Yeah, you told me that. How far did you get?"
"I quit before my junior year. I got my GED later though."
Brian glanced at him, "You ever think about getting back in school?"
"Not really. I started working for Wayne when I was sixteen. I'm doing OK I guess."
"You ever think about doing something else?"
"Bicycles is what I know. It might be nice to have my own shop someday. I don't know."
"You could take some business courses at TCC, something like that"
"Yeah, maybe. What about you? Are you going to go to college after high school?"
"It looks like it. We were talking about that last night."
"Really?" Noah looked interested. "What's up with that?"
Brian stopped and looked at Noah. "Marty inherited some money from his mom. He says he is going to set me up with a trust fund so I can go to school."
"What do you want to do? I mean, what are your plans?"
"I want to be a doctor."
"A doctor? Really?"
"That's what we were talking about, yeah."
"Damn. A doctor. That's a little different from working in a bike shop."
"I don't know. It is fixing stuff – people instead of bicycles."
Noah laughed. "If you put it that way. That's a lot of work isn't it?"
"Yeah, it will be. I don't know if I can do it or not, but I think I want to give it a try."
"Well, good luck with that. I bet you can do it."
"You really think so?"
"You are pretty sharp Brian. You probably can, Noah laughed. "Remember me when you are a rich doctor."
"I'm not really thinking about the money. It just sounds like something I'd like to do."
Noah shook his head and went back to working on the bike. "I don't know. I might take some business classes. I guess that's a thought."
"You are pretty sharp yourself Noah. You can do more than just work for Wayne. Not that there's anything wrong with that."
Noah laid down his tools. "Want to break for lunch? We might talk about that."
"Sure. What sounds good?"
"How about we walk across the street to the sub shop. I could use a big turkey and swiss."
"Let's go," Brian grinned. "You treating?"
"Yeah, I can do that. You know, there is more to you than I thought."
As they ate their sandwiches Brian tried to make conversation. "It's kind of neat that you have your own apartment."
"It's a dump."
"Well, it's your very own dump then. You have it all to yourself. That's cool."
"I guess. I've been there for a log time."
Where is it? Are you close?"
"Yeah. All I have is a bike and I ride to work from there."
"You never think about getting a car?"
Noah shook his head. I had one for awhile but me and the Department of Motor Vehicles had a falling out."
"Oh yeah?"
"Yeah, I don't have a driver's license any more."
"Ah, I see. Well you like to ride anyway."
Noah looked up and Brian. "It's not far from here. I don't guess you would want to come over sometime."
"Sure, maybe. I could do that."
"You want to come over after work? "If you don't mind that it's a pit."
"No, I don't care. It's your place isn't it?"
Brian followed him to a small garage apartment behind a run down house in a shabby art of town. When he went in he was greeted by the sour smell of stale food and dirty laundry. Much of the room was crammed with bicycles in various stages of disrepair and piles of boxes. Noah tried to make room on the old sofa.
I rent this from some old guy who lives in the house. "Home sweet home. Here, have a seat. Want a beer? I don't have any soda."
"No, I'm good. How long have you been here?"
"About five years I guess. I had a little better place when I started out but I ran into some unexpected expenses."
"What happened if you don't mind my asking?"
Noah shrugged. "When I got my third DUI they really kicked my ass. I pulled into a parking place and hit this guy and failed a breath test then got slammed. When I went to court I had been drinking and the judge gave me five years. My lawyer was able to get them to change it to a DUI school but that was really expensive."
"How does that work?"
"Well first I had to bond myself out, that cost five grand. Then I had to wear an ankle monitor for over a year. That cost me three hundred a month and every time I did a UA it was another thirty. They did those about three times a week at random times. Plus I had to go to these classes forever. It really sucked."
"Sounds expensive. How long did you have to do that all that?"
Noah laughed. "I'm still doing the UAs. I have to stop after two beers so I don't get a dirty UA."
Noah leaned close and put his hand on Brian's thigh and Brian began to feel uneasy. Coming over to a filthy apartment for sex was not what he wanted to do, friend or not.
He stood up abruptly and said, "Hey Noah, I got to go. If I get home on time I can still get some supper. See you tomorrow, OK?"
Noah looked disappointed but replied, "Sure, see you tomorrow."
Late in the evening, Sam and Ben were stretched out on the bottom bunk in their bedroom.
"I don't think I'm ready to think about going to college yet. We still have to get through middle school and stuff," Ben said.
"Well, Daddy says we just have to worry about next year. Did you ever think about what you would like to do someday?"
"Not really. I just like to play baseball and do Scouts. Maybe we could be baseball players."
"I don't think we are that good," Sam admitted.
"No, and I don't really want to be a cowboy or a fireman either. That's just kid stuff."
"Maybe some kind of science thing. I kind of like science in school."
"Maybe. I guess we are just supposed to be thinking about what we like to do."
"Right. That's what Papa said. It's a lot to think about."
Ben looked over and grinned. "My willy is getting hard. Is yours?"
"No, but it could get that way. Want to play?"
They changed the subject and went back to a more familiar pastime. Ben reached over and slid his hand down the front of Sam's pants to check on the state of his penis. It was still soft but quickly growing.
Sam did the same to his brother. "You are already hard. Let me see you."
Both boys removed their pants and checked each other out.
"You are still a little fatter than me, but I think we are both getting bigger."
Ben looked closer. "I think maybe you are getting more hair." He lifted Sam's scrotum and felt his balls. "Those are bigger too."
"We are getting to be teenagers. Everything is supposed to be growing."
They began to stroke each other, squeezing the firm shafts and testing for length.
"That feels good," Ben said. "How about if you suck on it."
"You first."
"OK," and Ben took Sam into his mouth and rolled his balls around while he ran his tongue around the head of Sam's prick.
"Shit, that feels so good," he moaned as Ben bobbed his head up and down.
Ben pulled back. "Now you do me."
Sam obliged and they took turns until they felt their cum begin to rise, then lay back side by side and stroked themselves to a mutual orgasm, spilling their pale white seed onto their brown stomachs. It was a familiar game that they both enjoyed on a fairly regular basis.
"We are making more cum too," Ben observed.
They wiped themselves up with a T-shirt then relaxed after releasing their tension.
Sam thought for awhile then asked seriously. "Are we gay?"
"I don't know. We like to play around, but it's just better than doing it alone I think."
"Well I wonder sometimes. We do it a lot."
Ben chuckled. "We would do it a lot by ourselves if we didn't have each other to help."
"I guess. Twins do everything together, right?"
"Right. I do like doing it with you though, I admit that."
"Have you ever done anything with somebody else?"
"We played around with Bobby and Tyron when we were in that hotel room, and we showered with Austin when he was here. He got a big boner too."
"Would you play with him? I mean like suck with him or something?" Sam wondered.
"I don't know. I like Austin and he has a nice one."
"Yeah, I like him too. I think he would like to do stuff with us."
"Um hmm, I think he would. That might be fun. Would you do it?"
"I don't know. I might. But that would be gay wouldn't it?" Sam worried.
"Maybe. But being gay isn't such a bad thing. Daddy and Papa are gay."
"I know, but they said they were just born that way. That doesn't mean we are. I mean lots of boys play around with each other and that doesn't really mean they are gay."
"Do you ever think about girls? Like do they make you horny?" Ben wondered.
"Some girls at school are getting boobies. They look interesting, all nice and soft and everything."
"Would you like to touch them to see what they feel like?"
"Yeah, I think about that sometimes. But lots of things make me horny. It seems like I'm horny most of the time," Sam admitted.
"Hormones. Daddy says that's hormones."
Sam thought for a minute. "I think Bobby is gay. He really likes Tyron."
"I think maybe you're right. The problem is that Tyron isn't. Tyron's not gay," Ben guessed.
"No, I don't think he's much interested, except just to mess around. But I think maybe Austin is gay."
"Yeah, he might be. He was sure checking us out when he slept over," Ben recalled.
"What do you think about when you jerk off by yourself?"
Ben chuckled. "Sometimes I just think about how nice it feels. Sometimes I think about you to be honest."
"Really?"
"Yeah, I think about when you suck me and stuff like that. What do you think about?"
Sam sighed, "A lot of times I think about when I do stuff with you. Sometimes I think about Bobby. I think he's kind of cute. The other day I was thinking about Austin. I don't know. Sometimes I think about boobies and what it would feel like to touch them. I guess I think about a lot of things. Everything makes me horny."
Ben turned and looked at his brother. "You now, I'm glad we are twins. It is nice having a twin brother I think."
"Yeah?"
"Yeah. Who else could I talk about this kind of stuff with?"
Sam laughed, "I can't think of anybody else. I guess you're right."
"I don't care," Ben said. "If I am gay I'm gay, if I'm not I'm not. I don't think I could do anything about it either way. If Daddy and Papa are OK with being gay then I guess I can be too."
"Yeah, I guess I feel the same way. Maybe we like to do stuff with each other mostly because we are always together. I guess I do love you though." Sam turned and snuggled up close. "I'm glad we're brothers."
Ben put his arms around Sam. "Yeah, I know. Me too. I can't imagine you not being with me."
And they fell asleep in each other's arms.
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