the mort chronicles part III

It was difficult, but they managed to find their way back to some sort of normality. James and Liam graduated, Naz just started going to high school, and little Liz grew up to a charming little Lady. The house hasn't lost life, even though their parents are gone.

Secretly, and only in the familiarity of their dark, shared room, James and Liam gave in to every feeling they've been holding back for a long time. Giving in to lust but, more importantly, giving in to this love, that couldn't be restrained anymore. After a while, they didn't even care anymore if their siblings found out. They should be able to live with it, if they wanted to continue live with the two of them at all. They never stopped being brothers. They never stopped having even a certain parental care for each other. They weren't just 'lovers'. They were the embodiments of the ultimate unified love itself, crossing all and every line there is to cross.

Elizabeth grew up accustomed to her brothers' unusual relationship, she didn't think too much about it. When she talked openly about it to Naz, he seemed worried that it would affect her and have a bad influence on her. He decided to go talk to James about it.


But of course, he wouldn't find James alone for a minute. James was always where Liam was, and vice versa. They were sitting downstairs in the lounge, entwined around each other, not saying a word as Nazareth came in the room. They were only looking at each other, faces so close and from time to time one of them would just touch the other's lips with his own, mostly it was James it seemed, but then, as soon as he let go, Liam was craving back for the touch. Even though they weren't alone, they didn't notice Nazareth coming into the room at all. Nazareth himself couldn't help but stare at the togetherness of the two. The intimacy was literally overwhelming, and he soon forgot his plans about telling them to stop their behaviour. How could he ever banish this?
Then Lizzy entered the room, and they all four sat down, face to face with each other. James and Liam seemed at ease with everything, maybe still in their own bubble, but this time they at least reacted to their environment. However, Naz was still worried about his sister, but she was okay with it, for her it was normal.

This is, what we call, the quite before the storm.

the mort chronicles part II

It was a fun and happy time at the Mort's home during these years. James and Liam were growing up wonderfully, they shared a strong bond, even if their very little brother Nazareth II was being left out most of the time, he was still too young to understand it really. No one knew, how strong the bond between James and Liam really and truly was, even at that time..


Then happened, what no one expected. Flora got pregnant for a forth time, and even the doctor's seemed positive, that it would be a little girl this time. Flora's sons were growing up fastly, there would be quite some difference in age between them and their little sister, except for Nazareth II, he'll be closer to his sister than to his brothers, since James and Liam always kept to themselves.



During a cold winter's night, 'Elizabeth' was finally born. The last child and only daughter of Flora and Nazareth Mort. Pampered and loved by everyone, it seemed that she would have a sheltered childhood.
James and Liam were allowed to share a room. Flora and Naz didn't think it would be awkward or wrong to let them enjoy their unique bond as brothers, even though they knew they were sleeping in the same bed, they never thought of it in a seriously romantic way. The truth was, the relationship between James and Liam was serious and romantic, even if not sexual yet, the tension and the sparks between them were inevitable.


Then happened something, that would change the lives of the Mort's forever. Nazareth and Flora were caught in a fire during a journey abroad, and couldn't be saved on time. They died in this fire, both at a too young age, leaving behind their four children to live on their own.

The police came by to tell them the terrible news. James and Liam were still teenagers, Nazareth II was barely ten years old and little Elizabeth was two. At this point, no one really knew, if they would be able to make it through this hard time, to survive, and to stay together as a family, for they are all that's left to each other.