Chapter 1: Family Values

"I remember being your age. It is something you never grow out of." Mr. Anderson smirked and dropped his gaze to the half-filled glass of scotch in his hands. A particular lustful memory settled in his mind. "If a pretty girl is willing to drop her panties and spread her legs for me, then who am I to deny her needs?" The older man innocently laughed and took a slow sip from his drink. "In your case, if a boy is willing to bend over, roll over or hunch over, then who I am to tell you to say no?" Mr. Anderson shamelessly commented to his son and step-son in the privacy of the family library.

Heavy black curtains draped across the window and sealed off the late afternoon sunlight. The darkened room enhanced the majestic nature of the orange glow originating from the fire mantle. Cleverly disguised between the mahogany bookshelves was a securely locked door to ensure conversations on both sides of the entrance did not intermix. Idle staff gossip was no of concern for Mr. Anderson or his sons, and forbid if their gentlemen's chat became public domain to the faint of heart.

Alongside the fireplace laid three matching single sofas made from the richest of leathers. Two of the chair face north and the third was directed south. Mr. Anderson resided in opposition of his two protégées: Blaine Anderson and Sebastian Smyth.

"Just for tonight, I do ask that you both of keep your transgressions to a minimum. Unlike the last time I had a business partner and his family over, I do not plan on firing anyone tomorrow." Mr. Anderson took another drink. "I do not care if one my sons' share a quickie with one of my employees or ex-employees sons. However I would rather not have any drama with George until after I get his situation under control. Once I have him where I want him, then I will fire him and his son will be fair game for you two to play with. All I ask is this is: if either of you find our young guest attractive, then please try andcontainyourselves." Nathanial Anderson laughed at his own joke. "I promise you once George is no longer valuable to me, then you can fuck and chuck his son as much as you want."

Like father, like son Blaine Anderson and Sebastian Smyth smirked at Nathanial's instructions and word usage.

"Sure father, I willtry." Blaine simply replied, however his tone and smile translated the true meaning of Mr. Anderson's words. It was no secret thattry, in Mr. Anderson's dictionary meant:"If Tyler is decent looking and easy, then do not fuck him. If his mouth is pretty and your cock is hard, then I will forgive you."

It has never been a question over who Blaine's father is. Physical and mentally Blaine is a carbon copy of Nathanial. Both men share the same dark curly hair, hazel eyes and olive toned skin. Without effort Blaine is a charming and clean cut gentleman. It was with this armory of traits that enabled the younger Anderson to trick and tangle his prey between his bedsheets. Little did the world know that the compassionate gentlemen dressed in a schoolboy uniform, is actually a hungry wolf playing with sleeping lambs.

"That is all I ask." Mr. Anderson turned away from Blaine and to his non-biological son, but son nonetheless. Sebastian is family and someone worthy of his love and protection. "What about you?"

"I agree to keep mytransgressionsat aminimum,but I have no control our guest's transgressions." Sebastian replied.

Mr. Anderson shook his head in understanding. As far as he and his sons were concernedtransgressionsmeant, "Eye fucking or actual fucking and the screaming that comes with the latter."

Sebastian looked nothing like his half-brother and step-father. He was lengthy and lean with sandy brown hair and green eyes. While he was different in appearance, he was identical in promiscuous persona. Sebastian had a cocky self-confidence which allowed him to win his arguments and persuade his conquests.

"I understand that all too well." Nathanial sympathized.

In the public eye Mr. Anderson and his sons were wealthy, respectable and intelligent. Behind closed doors and way from Mrs. Anderson they were shameless, honest and closer to friends or "bros" than an actual family.

Mrs. Anderson, on the other hand, is by no means the blushing virgin bride she presents herself to the public or to her sons.Had Mrs. Anderson been who she pretended to be, then Mr. Anderson would have never bedded her and bred his son in her.

Mrs. Anderson was everything Mr. Anderson wanted in a wife. She was fifteen years younger than himself. She possessed a certain classic beauty that age cannot tarnish, her bra and panties were always black and easy to remove, and she approves of threesomes and opposes monogamy.

When Mrs. Anderson was eighteen she began a love affair with Patrick Smyth, a forty year old married millionaire. After four months of unrestrained intercourse Mrs. Anderson became pregnant. Patrick was horrified by the turn of events and quickly paid Mrs. Anderson a generous price to go away and stay away. While Patrick believes the event was an accident, Mrs. Anderson called it a success. The shut-up money Patrick gave her was plenty enough to buy a nice home and spoil the bastard who made it all possible. Sebastian was born two months after Mrs. Anderson turned nineteen.

The future Mrs. Anderson meet Mr. Anderson until a few months at a questionable club with dim lights and sex in the air. One thing led to another and Mr. Anderson got her alone. By the time he pressed his soon-to-be-wife against the wall and lifted her dress up, he was greeted with proof that this girl did not wear undergarments and she likes to play. From that moment on it was love. Love to the side of one night stands and the occasional business transaction with a stranger of the night.

Blaine was born fourteen months after Sebastian. Mrs. Anderson did not waste any time.

"What is the situation with this George guy?" Blaine asked. It was unlike his father to have his affairs beyond his control. Most times the other person was the one trembling in the courtroom.

"Apparently he has details about one of my private night outs. Of course, George is a fool and doesn't understand the significance of his findings.Unfortunately he is smart enough not to just hand the details over. I need to play nice with him until he gives me what I want."

Sebastian laughed, "This must be killing you. When was the last time you had to play nice until you were given what you wanted? Most times all you have to do is glare at the jury and they side with argument; and I'm pretty sure I have heard bra's popping open when you look at a maid just right."

Mr. Anderson bellowed out a laugh, "Thank you for your confidence son."

"Well alright than. They should be arriving soon. We all better get ready." Mr. Anderson dismissed himself - leaving the library door opened behind him. A new flood of light transformed the library from a dark, fire glowing gentlemen's room into the wholesome study hall Blaine and Sebastian learned how to read in.

Blaine watched his father leave before looking back to his brother. Sebastian was already watching him.

"Do you have any idea what Tyler looks like?" Blaine asked, causally standing up from his chair and stretching his arms over his head. He was well aware of his shirt rising and revealing his lower abs.

He and Sebastian are half-brothers, but neither shared features with their mother and on the surface they looked nothing like. When both boys research puberty it was difficult for them to deny the other's attractiveness.

Blaine closed the library door and turned back to his half-brother. The room was once more transformed into a dim chamber that encouraged sinful behavior to whoever was inside.

When Blaine turned fifteen Sebastian began to playfully flirt here and there whenever their parents left the room. When Blaine turned sixteen the older brother proposition the younger in a friendly game that involved a bed. Details of the game involved Blaine wearing handcuffs and Sebastian removing their cloths. The request was denied, but denial did not stop the younger from torching the older with subtle movements and provocative clothing. They have been dancing this tango for over a year.

"I never meet the boy. I have seen his father however. He is short and stout and unless he is eating his son's food and his wife genetics are more forgiving, then Tyler will be a sore on the eye." Sebastian answered, licking his lips and eyeing Blaine's hip bones, imaging what was a little south from there.

"Oh, what a shame," Blaine sighed. "Do you want to know how long it has been for me?" Blaine lowered his arms and slowly walked towards his half-brother, sultry swaying his hips and shyly biting his bottom lip.

Sebastian voice suddenly dropped, but he kept the game going, "And what is that? The last time you studied for an exam?" Blaine shook his head, and continued to approach his brother. "Said thank you for witnessing a new dawn?" Sebastian's mind ran blank of words when Blaine gripped both arm rests on the chair he was seating on. Blaine slowly lowered his body until he was straddled the elder's legs.

"It has been one week." Blaine moaned into Sebastian's right ear. "One week since I felt myself be inside another. It has been one week since I touched someone." Blaine closed his eyes and gently patted the bulge between his bothers legs. "If only there was only something I could do about it." Blaine pouted.

Sebastian finger tips trailed up and down the younger's back. "You poor thing," Sebastian felt Blaine's hair tickle his cheek when he nodded his head in agreement. "Have you been taking care of yourself when you're alone? What do you think about?"

Blaine pulled his chest away from Sebastian's and gently rocked their hips together. "It differs every day. If Tyler is an ugly bore, tonight I might be thinking about my love of literature and the grandeur of our family library." Blaine leaned towards the side table next and retrieved a novel sitting on it - rocking their hips together for a second time. Once he retrieved the book Blaine return to facing Sebastian. With a slow-long figure Blaine began stroking the spine of the novel and his spare hand playfully tugged on his brother's hair.

"What will you think about tonight?" Blaine whispered.

"I will be thinking about 'Moby-Dick' and how it is my favorite story." Sebastian reached and removed the copy of 'Moby-Dick' from Blaine's hand.

Without warming and preamble Blaine slid off of Sebastian's lap. "We better get ready for the party. I suggest you start thinking about our library and your love for books." Blaine smirked while trading his gaze from Sebastian dilated pupils to the problem in the elder's pants.

"Welltryto behavior yourself, brother." Sebastian grinned.

"And you brother, and you better minimizing yourtransgressions. You can be awfully loud - not that I mind."