Chapter 2: Brotherly Love

"Sir," Janet the maid hands trembled as her knuckles came in contact with Sebastian's bedroom door, almost afraid that touching anything of Sebastian's would get her pregnant."Sir," Jennet repeated a little louder, albeit her voice was still barely above a whisper.

"Come in." Sebastian coolly replied, admiring himself in the mirror. "If only I would have sex with this body."

"Excuse me sir, the Watts have arrived." Jennet stared at her feet in a form that suggested her displeasure to notify Sebastian.

It was not a secret that the female staff preferred not to visit Sebastian or Blaine's section of the manor - not that they had anything to worry about. In any case, the female staff did not clean the east and north wings unless the brother's whereabouts were known to be elsewhere. The male staff, on the other hand, were restricted from Sebastian or Blaine's rooms unless they agreed to sign legal documents written up by Mr. Anderson himself. The legal forms were not extensive, but detail enough to protect the Anderson family if a staff member took offense of any sexual innuendos or heartbreak that his sons might say or do. The current staff has yet to sign the notorious form.

"Tell father that Blaine and I will be down in a little bit. There are a fewthings that my dear brother and I must over see."Sebastian winked, causing the girls cheeks to flush pink.

Sebastian loved to make Jennet uncomfortable, especially in his room. One of his fondest memories including Jennet was when she walked in on him kneeling before Blaine. His hands securely holding his brother's waist and Blaine's eyes were closed. Unfortunately for Sebastian's liking, both boys were fully clothed. However the suggested position was enough to cause Jennet to gasp and drop the pile of clothes she was holding.

"Don't worry Jennet. This is educational." Sebastian replied all those months ago. In his memory Sebastian kept his face leveled and his chin in contact with Blaine's pant zipper.

"Are you getting the image?" Sebastian purred. "This is how to blow someone while looking them in the eye. This is how youcontrol your man."

Before Sebastian could enjoy the memory any farther his bedroom door slammed shut - snapping him back to reality.

Unmoved by Jennet's harsh departure Sebastian turned back to his mirror. "I would love to have sex with this body." He repeated once more before leaving his bedroom and strutting towards Blaine's private wing.

Unlike most siblings who lived across the hallway from each other, Sebastian's room was on the third floor of the east side of the manor, which is a two minute walk from Blaine's room located on the fourth floor on the north side.

If Mr. Anderson's knew half of the things Sebastian and Blaine had said or did to each other, then one might assume the distant bedrooms was by design. However, on closer inspection of Mr. Anderson's character, one would see the distance was not meant to be a hindrance. It was simply a gift of privacy.

Before the gift of privacy was granted to Sebastian, he slept in this old childhood bedroom. The walls were coated with sports memorabilia and the bookshelves were aligned with comic books. If he put his ear against the wall, then he could listen to the things happening in Blaine's room. During this time the brothers had a secret knock. One knock meant the cost was clear. Two knocks parents, nannies and housekeeping were in sight.

However all that changed when Sebastian turned thirteen and his father turned an old guest room into Sebastian's "adolescence room."

For the first few weeks Sebastian hated the transition. He missed his toys and his view over the gardens. More importantly he missed sneaking into Blaine's room to share scary stories.

All of Sebastian's irritation vanished when he learned about the beauty of masturbation and how he hated to be quiet while doing so. When Sebastian turned fifteen he began "researching" the internet. It did not take him long realize that he liked to have his computer volume on. Sebastian could be as loud as he wanted and not have to worry about being heard. In addition he was never interrupted. His parents never went to the third floor east wing without warning - so they heard and seen nothing. Whenever Blaine stopped by for a surprise visit, he would leave. However once Blaine was gone he would text Sebastian a picture of his hand with the caption, "you wish." Housekeeping tended to stay away all together.

Unconsciously checking himself out on a hallway mirror, Sebastian tapped on Blaine's bedroom door.

"Are you feeling better?" Blaine innocently asked as he opened the door, "You seemed a little flushed in the library."

"Oh, it was nothing I couldn'thandle." Sebastian quipped.

"So," Blaine closed the door and began walking in the direction which would allow them tooversee a few things. "On a scale of one to ten, what do you picture Tyler being?"

"Well, we're a ten and mother's while permed poodle, Sadie, is a one...I imagine Tyler being a solid two. If he has a girlfriend, or boyfriend, I will curve his average to a three." Sebastian carefully calculated.

"Seems fair enough, I'm worried my scaling system may be a little off tonight. Like I said in the library, it's been onewholeweek." Blaine carefully purred to spark Sebastian's interest. "One week meaning seven days, one hundred and sixty-eight hours, or ten thousand and eighty minutes. This morning I was seriously starting to considerbestialitywith a certain one rated poodle. If Tyler is a three in your book, he may a tolerable seven for me." Blaine joked.

"I'm sorry. All I heard you say was bestiality." Sebastian smirked.

"Of course you would." The brothers turned right where the hall forked in two. "In all honesty, I'm not going to try anything tonight. School starts next week and a whole new pile of freshmen will be flooded before us. I would rather keep my energy stowed away. I do worry about my first conquest. Surely he will be sore for a while."

"Awe yes, school." Sebastian smiled, "I will finally be a senior and you a junior. I will be caption of lacrosse and debate and you will be a leader of the Warblers. We will be unstoppable."

"Let's not forget that the teachers and dean love us." Blaine chimed in.

Several flights of stairs and long hallways later Blaine stopped walking outside what appeared to be a broom closet.

In fact the closet did store a broom and dust pan, but that was just for show. What else was for show? There was also a laid out rug.

The true nature of the closet was revealed as a fifth anniversary gift from Mr. Anderson to Mrs. Anderson. When Mr. Anderson first opened the door he ushered his wife into a seven foot long- four foot wide closet. Mrs. Anderson immediately assumed the two of them would be rekindling an old kink from their sex life.

Instead of removing Mrs. Anderson dress, Mr. Anderson rolled the rug up. Under the rug was not carpet, tile, or wood; but instead there was a thick glass window overlooking the drawing room.

"Is this safe?" Mrs. Anderson stared down at her feet with nothing but glass below them.

"Of course, my darling."

Both curious and aroused Mrs. Anderson got on her hands and knees and peered down into the window.

"The window is tainted, so they can't see us up here. No one below will be the wiser." Mr. Anderson added.

"I don't understand what is so great about this?"

Mr. Anderson remained standing while his wife stayed on her knees. "Well my darling, every time we have guests over you always complain about not knowing what to wear and worrying that another woman will out dress you. The next time we have guests over, you can come here and see what everyone is wearing before you make your grand appearance." Mr. Anderson leaned down to kiss his wife. "It will also allow you with the opportunity to spy on our guests." Mrs. Anderson returned the kiss.

From that day forth Mrs. Anderson coined the phrase, "oversee a few things." As time went on, Mrs. Anderson abandoned the activity when she realized that the wives of her husband's colleagues had no sense of fashion or any interesting gossip to take note of.

Back in the present Sebastian and Blaine sank to their knees and begin rolling up the rug. Neither brother cared about who was wearing what. They mainly treated the tradition as a way to make fun of overweight guests or verbally appreciate attractive bodies.

The scene below them was nothing different than what they expected. Mr. Anderson and Mr. Watts were standing around the fire place. They were each holding short glasses half-filled with a dirty brown liquid and standing on opposite sides of the fire mantle. An iron lion head and antique planes sat on the mantle where Mr. Anderson rested his elbow and drummed his fingers. The older man looked anything but amused.

Mr. Watts looked just as Sebastian described him to be. He was short, and with one chin too many.If that was not enough, he had a giant bold spot that reflected off his head.

"What's he saying?" Blaine asked as he watched Mr. Watts thrust his elbow into Mr. Anderson - telling him to laugh too.

"...It was not until I reached three hundred and fifty pounds before I could no longer find my Little Watts, and the last time I tried to have sex I nearly killed the girl."Sebastian mimicked.

"That is fine Mr. Watts."Blaine mocked their father's voice,"but we we're actually talking about the Freemont trial. Before you ask, no I will not help you find your Little Watts."

"Poor father for having to put up with that. I wonder what Watts knows that dad wants to keep quiet."

"I'm not worried about it."

"Me either."

"What do you think dad's thinking about?" Sebastian asked, even though he was pretty sure the answer was either sex or money.

"I know what father is saying," Blaine distorted his voice."I should have skipped college and joined a band. Bad music is still better than this man's voice - he sounds like a dying cat."

Blaine wrinkled his nose, unhappy with his joke.

"Blaine, seriously?" Sebastian stared in awe, "That was just pathetic. No, dad's thinking,"I wonder if my telekinetic skills could pop Mr. Watts's bra open."

Both boys laughed, simultaneously staring at the overweight man whose expense paid for their entertainment.

"Actually I think dad is internally rapping. What are some rap songs?" Blaine paused, clearly wanting to rap, but drawing a blank on what to say.

"You are lucky that you're cute. You know that right?"

Blaine and Sebastian turned their attention back to their show when they noticed Mrs. Anderson and Mrs. Watts enter. It was only a matter of seconds before Tyler walked in.

"Is that him?" Sebastian cried.

"Awe! Father," Blaine cried. "Give us a little credit. I don't sleep with anything that moves, andthatis anything."

Tyler seated himself on the chair Sebastian would normally eye flirt or eye fuck Blaine or a cute male guest.

Sebastian laughed, "Oh what's wrong Bee?" Sebastian paused to get a better look of the boy. "Don't you prefer your men round instead of long and short where you wantitlong? I mean honestly, look at his baby fat cheeks. I don't think this one has research puberty yet. How old is he, eight or eighteen?"

"I agree, and his clothes aren't helping. He is wearing a brown suit - a brown suit. Who does that? It should be acknowledged that only losers wear brown. Then there is his hair. What is going on there? It looks like he just got his hair wet, parted it in the middle and combed it down. All he is doing is making his face rounder and his expression doper."

"Okay, okay," Sebastian started to laugh as a new idea crossed his mind. "What is he thinking right now?"

"What?"

"No, you tell me." Sebastian through his arm around Blaine's back and squeezed Blaine's shoulder.

Blaine pinched his voice, making it exaggeratedly loud and squeaky."I was promised there would be cake. Shit, don't say cake! Why do I keep saying cake? Give me cake? White cake or chocolate cake, I don't care. Cookies, I'll take some cookies. Can I have milk too? I wonder if they will give me double the dairy with my cake and cookies, I'd kill for some milk and ice cream."

"Okay, Tyler," Sebastian rolled got off his knees and laid down on his side in order to stare at Blaine better. "How about I interview you?"

"Will there be cake?"

"Sure. Tell meTyler," Sebastian lowered his voice and played the strings of one of Blaine's biggest kinks: role-play.

"If given the choice, what would you choice: cake, sex or cake and sex?"

"Well, I want my cake. Sex equals babies and I don't want to have any babies, so no sex."

"What about sex with men - men can't have babies?"

"It is physically impossible for a man to have sex with another man. Men don't have female parts for the male parts to go into."

"Wow Tyler, you know more about sex then I thought you did."

"That's because I read the book."

"What book is that?"

"Keeping Your V."

"Do you want to keep your V?"

"I haven't gotten to the chapter where it defines V.I'm still stuck on the table of contents. I don't understand the chapter titled 'Discovering your Type.' Do you have a type Seb?"

"I most certainly do?"

"What is it?"Blaine transitioned his voice to an innocent tone. If Sebastian was going to pull the strings on one of his kinks, then Blaine would too. Sebastian liked his boy's innocent and naïve.

Blaine got off his knees and laid his back against the glass.

"Youwantto know what my type is."

Blaine bit his lower lip and nodded.

"Well, I like my boys to be shy and trusting. I want him to blush when I use my thumb to whip spaghetti sauce off his face. I want him to giggle when I tickle a daisy under his nose." Sebastian lied like a dating advertisement.

"I like those things."Blaine took a deep breath,"I also like to share vanilla ice cream and throw dimes in wishing wells."

Sebastian mouth smiled, but his eyes smirked. "Oh that sounds fun."

"What does your dream boy look like?"

"I would like him to be shorter than me with dark hair and puppy dog eyes." Blaine turned to his brother and softened the expression around his eyes.

"Do you like what I look like?"

"I like it very much." Sebastian purred. "I also like a boy who can keep secrets. Can you keep secrets?"

Blaine smiled.

"Let me tell you a secret than. When I was sixteen I was supposed to go to a school dance with a boy from my class. My family thinks I was stood up." Sebastian paused long enough to allow Blaine to recollect the memory. "Do you want to know what happened?"

"Yes."

"I told my family that he was supposed to pick me up that night. The truth is, he came here in the middle of the afternoon. Blaine was in the drawing room playing on the piano like a good little boy when my date arrived. My date, I forget his name, wanted me to show him around the manor - which I did. We ended our walk here, in this very closet." Sebastian scooted closer to Blaine, who remained laying on his back.

"Yes."

"He laid down right where you are laying." Blaine raised his eyebrow at Sebastian's words. "And he said my name."

"Sebastian."

"Yes, just like that. I then kneeled between his legs." Sebastian crawled onto his knees and pushed Blaine's legs apart. "With one hand I reached for his pants bottoms," the older brother moved his hand over the younger's pant buttons. "With my other hand I lifted and a folded of the upper corner of the rug. And you know who was down there."

"Blaine."Blaine spoke his name in third person and lifted his hips wanting, wishing for some much needed friction.

"That's right, my sweet innocent boy." Sebastian smiled and leaned over Blaine, resting his elbows on the ground. "Once his pants were off and his underwear gone, I slowly prepared him and then fucked him. Meanwhile, I kept a secure eye on my sweet innocent and naïve brother."

"And your brother doesn't know you were thinking about him?"

"He will never know, unless you tell him." Sebastian's smirked at Blaine's dark eyes and parted lips.

"If your brother your type?"

"He thinks he is." Sebastian thrust his pelvis into Blaine, causing the younger to moan. "However, it is only in his head." Sebastian picked himself off of Blaine and smile down.

"That is payback for that cute library skit you pulled earlier." Sebastian laughed at his brother.

"You suck." Blaine returned to his normal self.

"Yes, but no one has ever complained before."