Chapter 1

Luca woke up in the middle of the night, as he looked around. His eyes felt as if the fear, and anger was building up inside his flesh, and bones, ripping and tearing all the air out of his lungs.

Luca had just lost his parents to tragedy. Yet sometimes just thinking about his family made him feel better. Luca lived with Alberto. He felt better with Alberto. There was a deep friendship, a brotherhood that was shared with Alberto, on the edge of Corsica, Italy.

Alberto was 24 years old now. 10 years older than Luca. He had a deep, suave, yet raspy voice from smoking. He had a top of curly hair, wore a tank top, and had a 6 pack while he had a flawless flat chest. Alberto was cool, calm and collected. He was still laid back, loving, and suave.

Luca felt the deep friendship with Alberto. He felt the love with Alberto, that was a familial love.

Luca felt his palms get sweaty, as his breath became short. "Have mercy on my heart". Luca thought as he sniffled. He needed to see Alberto.

Luca dragged himself out of bed, as he felt his palms get sweaty. He went outside to see Alberto smoking a cigarette. Alberto had his shirt off. "Hey". Alberto said, coolly. "I didn't see you go to bed".

"I had kind of a nightmare". Luca said, sniffling. "I understand". Alberto said, gently. "Sometimes it can be hard". "Brigerio". He whispered a bit. "Don't be worried". "When you and I get the money, we'll buy our Vespa, and see the world". He said, in a gentle, suave, cool whisper. "You and I never have to worry about anything again, really".

"I know". Luca said, sniffling. "What was your nightmare about?". Alberto asked, gently. The boyish, depth to his voice was heard. Yet it was the suave, the rasp, that sounded like a man.

"My mom and dad...they were here, they were by me, and then they fell asleep". Luca said. "They didn't wake up, and I didn't see them". He sniffled.

"I know it's been hard without your parents". Alberto said, gently. "Sometimes things can be hard, but you and I both know that we'll have hope". "You know, I know that things will be just fine". "I know it's hard, but sometimes the hardest things turn out to be the best in the end".

"Otavio". Alberto whispered. "Don't be worried". "Things will work for us". "Things always work for best friends". He tapped the ash from his cigarette. "I know". Luca said. "It's just that… I miss my parents". "I need my parents".

"I felt the exact same way when my dad left". Alberto said, gently. "I felt nervous as well". "You're like me in that aspect". "Sometimes we both feel abandoned".

"Sometimes things can be hard for anyone, but luckily there is a positive outcome". "There is always good that comes to us in the end". "There is hope, trust me".

"I know". Luca said. "I just can't take it anymore". "I feel like...like...like I have to fight each day". "It feels like I'm fighting a war each day". "I feel like I can't do anything".

"I felt like that when my dad left". Alberto said, gently. "It was a hard feeling to deal with". "But luckily I knew that I could do whatever I wanted". "I didn't have to follow any rules, or do anything I didn't need to".

"I look back at it, and I know it was the right thing to do". "Things happen to us for a reason, and I have a reason for being who I am". Alberto said, gently. "I wouldn't change who I am for anyone". "I wouldn't change us for anything". "We have our thing, and we'll see the world". "Trust me, we will".

"I assure you". Alberto said, kindly. "I know". Luca said, sniffling. "It'll be fine". Alberto said, gently.

"I know it will". Luca said, as a tear came down his cheek. "Hey kid, just know that there is an upside". Alberto said, gently. "There's an upside to everything". "I'm with you, through it all".

"Thank you". Luca said. "I know it'll get better". Alberto said, kindly. "Trust me". He smoked his cigarette. His flat, built chest was seen with flat, nipples, and a shiny chest. There was a small, tiny 6 pack down below by the core. He had a built, flat chest. It shone, was flat, like a model, or an Otavio Vespucci model.

"Is everything ok?". Alberto asked, gently. "It is now". Luca said. "Sometimes you'll have nightmares, but for the most part, you'll have the memories that'll be positive". Alberto said, kindly. "There's no need to worry, things will work for the best". "I'm positive they will".

"I know". Luca said. "You ok?". Alberto asked, gently. He blew smoke from his cigarette. "I am". Luca said. "I'm fine now".

"Good for you". Alberto said, gently. "Usually a nightmare happens, and there's upset for a while". "But, you're pretty strong". "You only get upset for a few minutes, before you get right back to it".

"When I'm sad, or scared, I try not to cry, or scream". Luca said. "I try not to, because I don't want anyone to be mad at me".

"You want to soldier through it". Alberto said, kindly. "I kind of do". Luca said. "I don't want anybody to think I'm weak".

"Nobody will think that". Alberto said, gently. "You're the strongest person I've ever met". "You're an amazing person". "I'm happy that we're friends, and I know we'll change the world one day". "We always will". "That's just how we do it".

"I know". Luca said. "We'll get there". Alberto said, gently. "We have before".

"Amigito". Alberto said, gently. He smiled a gentle smile at Luca. "Thank you, Alberto". Luca said. "Of course". Alberto said, gently.

He put his cigarette out, lighting another one. "As things change, we might have to change with it". Alberto said, gently. "When we do get our money, we'll get a bigger house, a mansion, probably, have our own place to do things in". "We'll have our own kitchen, and pizza cafe". "We'll have what we need". He smiled a gentle smile. "For now, and forever".

"That's nice". Luca said. "All for us Amiguito". Alberto said, gently. "Whatever we want".

"That is nice". Luca said. "So, I never got it, what's your favorite color?". Alberto asked, gently. "It's orange". Luca said. "That's a nice color". Alberto said, gently. "I like the color orange, myself".

"I'm thinking maybe I'll make our mansion orange". Alberto said, gently. "That's our favorite color, so I'll see if the walls can be orange".

"That's nice". Luca said. "I have another idea, can we live in my parents' old house?".

"We certainly can". Alberto said, gently. "It's better than what we have now". "We'll put all your parent's old possessions in the house". "It'll be nice".

"That would be nice". Luca said. "I can't wait". "It'll be just for us". Alberto said, gently. "We'll do whatever we want". "There's no rules when we're together".

"I know". Luca said. "Thank you for helping me". "It's nice that I have someone".

"Cool". Alberto said, gently. "But, in any term, I have felt the same way when my dad left". "I used to have nightmares twice a night actually".

"Did they get better over time?". Luca asked. "They did, but I used to wake up twice a night, and not go back to sleep". "I hated being alone". Alberto said, tapping ash from his cigarette. "I'd wake up, and get a glass of water, usually".

"I wake up once a night, but I'm afraid to go back to sleep". Luca said. "I get a glass of milk". "I know you like your milk, generally". Alberto said, gently. "Milk is something great". "Hmm".

"I drink milk because I'm thirsty". Luca said. "It's like a calming thing for you". Alberto said, gently. "Milk is still good".

"Do you put chocolate, syrup and salt in yours?". Alberto asked, blowing smoke from his cigarette. "I put chocolate in mine". Luca said. "My mom and dad used to put chocolate in my milk".

"They put it in your sippy cup". Alberto said, gently. "Your parents knew how to take care of things". He chuckled a bit.

"They did". Luca said. "Your parents seemed to be something". Alberto said, gently. They both chuckled. "Well, it is getting late". Alberto said, gently. "I would recommend getting to bed". "Only because sleep helps it".

"Ok". Luca said. "Goodnight, best bud". Alberto said, gently. "See you tomorrow".

"See you". Luca said. Luca hugged Alberto. "Goodnight". Alberto said, gently. "Goodnight". Luca said. Luca took his blanket, as he went inside the tower, down the steps or whatever, to his room. Alberto still smoked his cigarette, letting the glow to his cigarette billow, and wallow.

A girl with orange hair, and a bikini along with bell bottoms, (remember this was the 1960's) she was an Italian 24 year old girl with long hair, big breasts, and a gentle smile. "Luca". She said, as Luca turned around, looking at this girl. "Who...who said that?". Luca asked, nervously. "It's me, don't you remember?". The girl asked. Luca looked up at this girl. "Remember, the Porto Russo cup, and the Vespa we almost won?". The girl asked, in a gentle, airy, feminine manner that was low and nurturing.

"Um...um…". Luca said, trying to remember. "It's me, Guilia". Guilia said, chuckling. She chuckled in a sweet, languid manner that was as young, and drall as the taste of melting Gelato on a warm summer day. "Oh, right right". "Hi, Giulia". Luca said, catching his memory. "Silly goose". Giulia said, gently. "I'm so glad you almost remembered me". "It's good to see you again". Luca saw Giulia's skimpy bikini, and bra, in the glow of the moonlight. She looked gentle, yet revealed herself.

"It's good to see you, too". Luca said. "Are you just going to bed?". Giulia asked, gently. "I am". Luca said. "Long day?". Giulia asked, kindly. She chuckled a bit, in the languid drall of her laughter. "It kind of is". Luca said. "I'm ready for bed".

"Right back to it, in the morning". Giulia said, gently. "Well, I'm glad you're well". "I wish you well, my Amico". She smiled a gentle smile. "Let me know if you need anything, sweetie".

She was gentle, and nice. Luca nodded, as he went back to bed. He remembered the nightmare he had, and the pain he felt from losing his family. The hurt he felt from trauma. The hurt seemed to rip and tear. Yet there was something that seemed to heal this wound. There was something that seemed to bridge this wound. It was the love of family. It was the love of friendship. There was a deep bond between he, and Alberto. There was an unspoken familial bond. Luca went to bed, knowing if anyone could protect him, Alberto would. Alberto would keep him safe.

After Luca's family died, Luca became closed off, insecure, and quiet. Only Alberto could connect with him. Alberto would help him. Luca sniffled, knowing the pain was all too real. Yet the fear, and hatred wouldn't have mercy on him. He would be tormented for a while. Mental illness, fear of death, anxiety, and hatred coupled over him. The pain seemed to rip and tear at him. Luca didn't know pain beyond this. Or yet, he did. Still, he went to sleep, knowing maybe something was happening to give. Something had to help him, in one way or another.

He went to sleep, keeping the pain within him. It was like the monster that kept ripping and tearing within him. This monster was willing to sacrifice his life, and he would gladly do it twice.

Luca fell asleep knowing maybe, just maybe, things would get better. They just had to.

Outside, Giulia and Alberto met. "Ciao, mi amore". Alberto said, in an alluring, sexual, secretive register. "Ciao, Mico". Giulia said, in an airy whisper. "I arrived late, haven't I?".

"You're fine". Alberto said, as there was depth to his voice. "How was he?". Giulia asked in a whisper. "He had kind of a struggle, but we talked, nothing big". Alberto said, in his whispers, and suave secrecy with Giulia.

"But he did have a nightmare". Alberto said, secretly. "He did cry a bit".

"I hope he's alright". Giulia whispered. "I know he's had some troubles, emotionally".

"He has been a bit troubled". Alberto whispered. "He's had some emotional struggles".

"It's nice he has you to talk to". Giulia whispered. "He has someone he can rely on".

"He has us". Alberto whispered. "We're his friends". "We'll help him through anything".

"How sweet". Giulia whispered. They both chuckled. "So, do you like what you see, amore?". Giulia was seductive.

"I love what I see". Alberto said, in a suave manner. "Maybe if you show me yours, I'll show you mine". Giulia said, seductively. "Are you sure you're ready for it?". Alberto asked. "I am". Giulia said, in a seductive manner. "I hope you're ready".

"I am". Alberto said, in a seductive manner. "You may have to come in here". "He's sleeping in his room".

They both snuck into Alberto's room where the things he and Luca used to build in their spare time were. The Vespa bikes they built, the homework Luca did, the meals they shared, all objects of daytime friendship.

"Ready?". Alberto asked. "Ready". Giulia whispered. "You haven't done "it" before, have you?". Alberto asked, in a whisper. "Sex?". Giulia whispered. "I haven't had sex before with anyone". "But I am willing to do it with you". "If indeed you're ready".

"I am, are you willing to give me your purity?". Alberto asked, in a whisper. "I am". Giulia whispered. They both kissed, as Giulia put a hand on Alberto's chest. She felt the flatness, the shine and moisture of Alberto's chest. It was as if they were showering together, and the water wicked down Alberto's chest, and his legs.

Alberto unzipped his jeans, as he took off his jeans, and underwear. Giulia felt his chest, as she looked down, seeing Alberto's reproductive organ. She saw his 'nis. She saw his penis. It was tan, yet it was long, hard, and solid. She saw his sack. She saw all of his reproductive organs. Long, ovular, tan, and hard. She also saw his ballsack. She saw everything of his. This was her first time. She knew Alberto was handsome, a Vespucci Versace model.

He had the tiny 6 pack near his core, down below, a flat, yet muscular chest, that wasn't too built, yet it was strong, flat, and shiny. Now Giulia saw Alberto's ballsack, and nis. She saw all of his reproductive organs. She saw all of him. As their lips curled around one another, as their tongues curled around, as they exchanged fluids in their mouths, Giulia felt Alberto unhook her bikini bra. She felt him unhook it, as he revealed her breasts. Her breasts were bigger now that she was in her 20's. Her breasts were plump, yet sloped down the front. Her breasts had round, wide nipples down the front.

"Ti place quello via?". Giulia asked, revealing her breasts, as she took off her underwear. She revealed all of her, all in her nakedness. Giulia revealed her vagina, and her breasts. This was the same Giulia that was enthused about beating Ercole in the Potorusso cup. She was the one taking advanced classes at her boarding school while the youngest of the friendship trio, Luca came with her to school. They both laughed on the bus, learned about Astronomy, and shared midnight snacks by the firelight.

This was the same misfit that had a loving father who had one arm. Giulia. Giulia had changed in some ways, yet she still remained the same in some ways as well. She had gotten bigger breasts, she had a working utero system. Giulia had love to give to Alberto. She had the affection to give to Alberto.

They both kissed by the firelight, as Giulia felt the closeness, the nearness of Alberto's body against her own body. She felt the nearness of Alberto's nis against her vagina, as Alberto pulled down the sheets, turning them down. They both kissed, as Giulia felt Alberto's lips caress hers, in a softness, in an assuring light that caressed both of them. Alberto felt the taste of Giulia's tongue, her cherry lips, and sweet berry tongue that tasted el portio regalia. In the sweet summer sun of Italy that dripped with cherry taste, and sour apple, Giulia let Alberto bite her tongue, playfully. "Oh Mio". Giulia chuckled, as she felt Alberto bite her tongue, as he wrapped his lips around her lips. He seemed to keep his lips pressed against her lips, as the cherry taste seemed to spread over them.

Guilia let Alberto bite her ear, playfully. That was the thing about Alberto. He was a free spirit. He was a playful man in his sex, as he let the biting continue.

He always wanted adventure. While Guilia was the studious one, Alberto was the adventurous Lancer, while Luca was the innocent one who was just learning. He was sort of like, team dad, or team youngest almost.

Alberto kept his lips pressed against Giulia's lips, as his hand stroked Giulia's face, his hand stroked down to Giulia's leg, going over near her vaginal region. Giulia felt herself gasping for air, as she felt a tingly feeling in her vagina. She felt this tingly feeling spread to other parts of her body, as she felt Alberto massage her breasts. He kept his lips pressed against her lips. He kept his lips pressed as he kept digging his penis further and further into Guilia's vagina. The two organs met, as they seemed to click into place. They seemed to click, just so into one another, claiming a spot in the immediate sense. They clicked, as some semen dripped over the sheets. Alberto's sheets were already dirty, and ratty as it was. It perhaps was a good idea to use Vespa money, and school money to appraise a mansion for he, and Luca.

Alberto kissed Giulia, as his nis went further, further, and further even into her vagina. They clicked, the organs clicked, as Alberto felt himself giving, in a colloquial manner. He felt his organs, his sack rubbing, just rubbing against Giulia's lower region.

They both kept their lips pressed, as Alberto kissed up and down Giulia's breasts. Giulia laid, receiving, as some semen spilled out onto the bed. It was something gross. Yet, it was something magical. Their organs seemed to meet underneath the tattered sheets. Eww.

Giulia felt the receiving, felt the magic of receiving sex from her longtime boyfriend Alberto. They had been friends for many years.

Flashback in a mind's eye, much like the crystal clear of blown seamless straight from the essence of the sea. Giulia and Alberto had met as children, preteens, when Alberto was dreaming about winning a Vespa, touring the world with Luca. He was dreaming about exploring the surface a bit. He needed Luca, as much as Luca needed him.

Flashback in the mirror's eye, in the crystal magnifying glass of Alberto and Luca holding hands, looking at their Vespa, while also carrying on a conversation with Giulia.

Giulia and Alberto talked, arguing over Luca, as it became a shouting match.

"No, he will not go to school!". "He's coming with me!". "We're going to travel the world!". "The surface!". A young, curly haired Alberto argued with Giulia. "He won't learn anything from riding around on a scooter!". A young, red headed, short Giulia argued back. "He needs books!". "He needs mathematics, reading, counting!". "He needs to come with me!".

"Like you're so smart!". "You don't even know how to keep your vomit in when you do anything!". Alberto argued back. "You've never turned your homework in, not even once!". Giulia argued.

"Oh really?". Alberto argued. "Really!". Giulia shouted. They both shouted. "Guys, really, I'm fine". Luca said, calmly. "I want to go to school, with Giulia". "I want to learn Astronomy".

"Good for you, good decision". Giulia said, gladly.

A moment later, Alberto paid for Luca to go away to school with Giulia. They both promised to come back for the summer. Luca bade goodbye to his parents. He knew this was the last time he'd see his parents before the summer.

This was before Luca's family died.

Alberto and Giulia had begun talking to one another, having warm moments in their rivalry. Alberto touched Giulia's hand, warmly. He gave her the half of his Cannoli. He gave her a necklace on her 22nd birthday. They celebrated by dancing a slow dance. They even shared a kiss. They had begun their relationship with one another.

Now, in the present moment, Giulia felt Alberto massage her breasts, do her in his old, ratted bed, he needed to replace. Alberto felt Giulia shiver when his nis made a maneuver inward. He felt her tender, yet tough lips against his. They both kissed, as they kept giving and receiving the beauteous, new, lush, wonderful gift of sex. Their model like bodies coming together to make love. Alberto felt his lips touch Giulia's lips. Their lips caressed, as it seemed the world, the sea cypress of Corsica, had begun to swirl, and magnify their crown jewel of love that surrounded them in everlasting eternity.

This was the beauty. This was the jewel. Their jewel was sex. Their jewel was the sex they had, and wanted to have for many a time.

Alberto felt Guilia kiss him, as the sheets seemed to rustle, while their toes remained curled. They whispered some things in Italian, as they kept kissing.

"Sei Cosi Veloce". Giulia whispered. "Sei Cosi Bella". Alberto whispered. "Che Ora Fate?". Giulia whispered. "Non lo sol". Alberto whispered, as the depth, the rasp of his voice remained, as a bit of the smoker's rasp remained. Alberto kept kissing Giulia as they went at it, long into the night.

"Oh Mio". Giulia whispered. "What is it?". Alberto asked, amidst his kiss.

"What if Luca finds out?". Giulia asked, in a whisper. "He's already so vulnerable right now". "He doesn't need anything else to make it more tumultuous for him".

"I'm going to act like I know what that word means". Alberto joked, whispering.

"I'm serious". Giulia whispered, as she held the sheet up over her breasts. "This might be confusing for him". "He already doesn't know what sex actually is, or any of the concepts".

"I think he should know about us, but he shouldn't know we're having sex". Giulia whispered.

"We'll talk to him". Alberto whispered. "I'm the only real one that's able to talk to him about that kind of thing". "He no longer has a father".

"So, you're kind of like his father now, too?". Giulia asked. "Well, I'll always be his friend, but I guess you could say I'm kind of like that". Alberto said. "He needs someone, and what better person than me".

"What better people than us, his friends". Giulia said, gently. It was true. Luca's friends may have been a bit older than him, yet they were still friends, mentors, role models, and confidants for him. They knew Luca had trouble learning, and understanding. Yet they understood his curiosity. They understood that he was a trier, that needed to work a little harder at what he did. They understood he needed guidance now more than ever. They loved him, as his friends. As his family.

As the night wore on in the Island Del Mare, the essence of truth lay within. It was theirs, and belonged to them. Forever.