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you invited me to bring a friend, so I did. This is Fox.” There was an awkward pause
    during which no one spoke. Edward hurried on, “Fox, this is my father, Dr. Edward Atherton Sr.,
    retired. Dad taught public health and policy at the London School of Hygiene and Tropical Medicine
    where I work now.”
    “Well, er, Fox, is it?” Dr. Atherton said.
    “That’s right.” Fox stuck out his hand.
    Edward breathed a sigh of relief when his father shook it. “Is Fox your real name or a
    nickname?” Dr. Atherton asked.
    “It’s my real name.”
    “Very good.”
    Edward had noticed over the years that his father said that a lot, especially when he was stuck
    for something better, but it worked for most occasions. Edward often found himself saying it to
    students at his lectures.
    “And this is Mum, Annika. She’s a primary school teacher in the next village. My grandmother
    was Dutch, hence the Dutch name.”
    “What is she now?” Fox asked.
    Edward stared him while Dr. Atherton laughed outright. “She’s still Dutch.”
    The smile the two exchanged looked very promising, Edward noted with relief. “Fox had to
    bring his siblings. I hope you don’t mind,” he said to his mum. “Arden and Alder. I’m not sure which
    is which.”
    “Aren’t you pretty girls? At least you don’t have nose and eyebrow rings like Edward’s sister.”
    Mrs. Atherton smiled at them.
    “Raise your arm if you’re a boy,” Fox said. When neither twin responded, he said, “Alder, raise
    your arm.” The boy obeyed at once.
    Mrs. Atherton slammed her hand to her chest. “Sorry. But they’re identical.”
    “I’ve had this conversation so many times,” Fox said. “Trust me, they aren’t.”
    Another awkward moment followed. There were going to be a lot of those over the weekend.
    “Let’s go in. You must all be hungry.” She put an arm around the twins’ shoulders. “Come to the
    kitchen with me.”
    The farmhouse had low ceilings, typical of the architectural period. In several places the beams
    were so low that Edward and his father had to duck, but both had learned the place by heart and
    rarely bumped their heads unless they’d had one too many. “I’ll put the bags upstairs,” Edward said.
    “We’re eating in the kitchen,” his mother called as he mounted the narrow stairs, with Fox
    behind him.
    “Nice place. Very fancy,” Fox said. “So your sister has a nose ring?”
    “And an eyebrow ring.”
    “Can’t wait to meet her.”
    Edward opened his bedroom door and ducked under the beam. The bed was modern to
    accommodate Edward’s height, though the rest of the furniture in the house had been chosen piece by
    piece over the years by his parents from antique shops and estate sales.
    Fox threw himself down on the double bed, keeping his boots off the edge. “Come here and give
    me a kiss.”
    Edward closed the door and lay down beside Fox on his back. Leaning up on one elbow, Fox
    kissed him long and softly, dipping his warm tongue in and out of Edward’s mouth. “Let me suck your
    cock.” His tone was enticing.
    “What if Mum walks in?”
    “Would she just walk into your bedroom?”
    “Not without knocking, but it would be obvious.” Still, he did not move when Fox unbuckled his
    belt and lowered the zipper on his cords. Instead of pulling the front of his underwear down, Fox
    pulled Edward’s cock out through the Y front, and for a minute both laughed hysterically, muffling the
    sound with their hands. “I don’t know why that’s so funny,” Edward said.
    Fox bent his head to take Edward’s cock in his mouth, sucking hard and fast. Pleasure rushed
    through Edward’s belly and thighs, culminating in his cock, which grew rigid in about two seconds.
    The memory of Russell Square flooded back with all the excitement of the moment. In a rush of fluids
    he came in Fox’s mouth, biting on the side of his hand in fear of being heard downstairs. Gasping for
    breath, he muttered, “Fox, Fox.”
    Wiping his mouth on the back of his hand, Fox looked him in the eyes. “What?”
    “You’re wonderful. You’re kind and sweet and true.”
    “You still owe me thirty quid,” Fox said.
    “I know. I’m sorry.”
    With a burst of laughter, Fox kissed him on the tip of his long nose. “I was kidding, you twit.”
    “Oh. But I do,” Edward insisted. He sat up, sliding an arm around Fox’s shoulders. “I mean, this
    started out as a business transaction, and then you said I was your