Writer's Notes:
'Real Love' is my personal tribute to JammyJimmy's (JJ) story, 'Threads: The Island'. I give JJ credit, because credit is due, for this story and for my own inspiration and entrance into writing. 'Real Love' is actually the first story I wrote, even before 'Tale of Two Teens', my first published story.
As I was writing this story way back when, I was hoping JJ would be the editor. Having been unable to make contact with him, I have been reluctant to release it. Some say JJ has passed away, but I don't know. JJ, if you read this and want this story removed, please contact me. Several readers have relayed to me, both publically and privately, that they would like it released.
Therefore, 'Real Love' is an unauthorized, reimagined rewrite and sequel to JJ's story, 'Threads: The Island'. The general storyline in JJ's story is embedded in this story. Several of the character names have been changed because this is my story. Anyone who has read JJ's story will identify the characters quickly, starting with my main character, Bradley Weber, formerly known as Kyle Watson in JJ's story.
This story is long, but tolerant and filled with several emotions. If you stick with it, you will experience euphoria, happiness, sadness, sorrow and it will make you horny. You'll be disgusted, pissed off, scared and you'll grieve, cry, frown, smile and sometimes, you'll laugh, I hope.
'Real Love' starts off slow, but gains speed with age. Feel free to leave comments about what you like and what you dislike about the story. Feedback is a good thing for those writers who want to know what reader's like and dislike about their stories.
Please don't be mean in the comments because those that put in many hours over a period of several months, and thought into designing and writing these stories don't appreciate it, nor do they deserve it.
I do hope you enjoy the 'Real Love' series. Just don't forget one important detail -- it's fiction. Please do give us 'not so professional' writers a little slack.
JJ, wherever you are, whatever you're doing, fair winds and following seas my friend.
Let the saga of Bradley Weber continue...
MDSW
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As Brad's future life begins no matter how tired he feels, he can't seem to shut his brain down and his usual trick of reading himself into unconsciousness isn't working. He's quite surprised when Captain Murphy re-appears to wake Kelly and let them know they'll be landing in an hour.
"Did you get any sleep?" she asks as she sits up and rolls her neck, easing out the kinks.
"Nope," Brad says, tapping the side of his head. "Too much going on up here."
"Make sure you let me know when you feel tired and I'll see if I can get you an hour or two," Kelly replies as she yawns. "Mind if I dive in the shower first?"
"Go for it, if it's deep enough."
Kelly thinks for a second, then smiles at his humor. Brad smiles and turns back to his book, then changes his mind and goes to the galley to brew some coffee. By the time he gets it figured out, Kelly appears, dressed now in a pair of beige linen trousers and a white vest top with a white linen shirt over the top, with the Packard logo on everything.
"Is that coffee I can smell?" she asks, rubbing her hair with a towel.
"Yeah, I think I've figured the machine out," Brad grins. "Want a latte or something?"
"Espresso, if you can manage that?"
Brad nods and gets to work while Kelly finishes toweling her hair dry. By the time he gets his own latte sorted out and an espresso for Kelly, she hangs the towel up and opens a box of danish, muffins and scones, and piles them all on a plate, hoping Brad will consume one or two.
"Breakfast is served," she announces, heading back into the cabin.
As Brad sits with her picking at a cherry muffin, he realizes how weird this is. Here he is, sitting in the cabin of a private jet with a really hot blonde who is fresh from the shower, checking her emails on her phone with one hand, while eating her breakfast with the other.
"I guess the surreal didn't stop with yesterday," he murmurs.
"Sorry, Brad. Didn't catch you there."
"Nothing. Just thinking out loud."
By the time he eats something and drinks his coffee, he barely has time for a quick shower. When he emerges from a visiting the toilet, Kelly has laid out some clothes for him, a pair of dark blue denim jeans, a pair of black boots and a loose black shirt, along with a leather belt and a pair of shades.
He shrugs takes a quick shower, gets dressed and then takes his seat next to Kelly again.
"Good timing. We're about to land," Kelly tells him, still flicking away at her phone. Her hair is straight and tied in a neat ponytail behind her, her minimal makeup re-applied and everything is neatly packed away in the cabin.
Brad fastens his seatbelt, suffering from a nicotine craving.
"Looking forward to getting off the aircraft so I can have a smoke."
Kelly laughs.
"You should just have one, Brad. It's a private jet. You can do what you want."
"Yeah, but you don't smoke, and the whole passive smoking thing isn't good," he points out.
"When I'm out partying I chain smoke," Kelly admits. "Go for it. It's fine. Just to let you know, though, I don't go out partying that often."
Brad shrugs and lights up. He looks out the window as the aircraft descends into the clouds. He turns back to see Kelly still flicking through information on her phone. He needs to tell her, but...
Brad frowns as her words from last night come back to haunt him. Don't lie, tell the truth, talk to me about anything, trust me. He wonders how much he can trust in her. Specifically, can he tell her about Sahara/Peggy and Julie/Stacy. Does he have the courage to tell a total stranger that he's had carnal knowledge of his sisters, even if he didn't know they were his sisters at the time?
The thought of the five other people knowing about it swims to the forefront of his brain, and he bites his lip as he considers what will happen if he doesn't tell her.
"Kelly," he says hesitantly.
"Yeah?"
Her gaze lifts up from her phone, turning to a frown as she sees his serious expression.
"Remember how you told me I should trust you, and that you need to know about things before they become a problem so you can take action?"
"Yes."
"Well, there's something I have to tell you, and..."
"Brad, whatever you tell me and whatever we talk about is between you, me and the fence post," she says firmly. "Is it something bad?"
"It's kinda fucked up," he admits after a moment.
"Go ahead," Kelly says, placing her phone in her lap, turning her chair to face him and giving him her undivided attention.
"Three years ago, I was on spring break in Myrtle Beach. Ed, Casey and I met these girls, four of them, and we hit it off. I was attracted to one in particular, her name is Julie. We agreed to meet them later for drinks, but before we did, we headed to a strip club, mostly because Ed is a raging pervert, but whatever."
Kelly nods.
"Okay."
"Well, in the club, I spotted this stripper that looks just like Julie, the girl I was chatting to earlier, one of the four, right?"
