Dear Brother of Mine

I both dread and desire the day my heart stops longing and craving for the flesh and smile of Kurt Hummel. Sadly at times they feel like precious and wonderful gifts that I will never be able to hold and cherish. Until then, I must accept my role as fleeting wallpaper in my true loves life. There may come a day when Kurt will pack-up his belongings and attempt to leave this forsaken town - including my unrequired love that keeps to the shadows of rejection. Of course, I can assure you. Such schemes will dwindle before their pursuit of action.

You could describe me as an old romantic. A man whose righteous and selfless acts left him mourning along on the boulevard of lonely hearts, while his soulmate dances in the arms of another man. However, that is not true. Im not an old romantic. I am the ultimate romantic. An old romantic would accept his loss and wish his almost lover the best and brightest future. The ultimate romantic ensures his soulmate is happy in the end; and where else will my soulmate be happy, but in my arms? Kurt and I will be together. It is merely a question of how and when.

Thinking back to my earlier comment, it is foolish of me to image a day when my body will no longer yearn for the touch of Kurt. Even at death, that day will never take place. Kurt belongs to me and vice versa. From the moment my eyes saw his face our souls were interlaced and woven together by the most delicate of fabrics. I wish Kurt would realize our souls were connected by unbreakable bonds. It pains my heart to see my soulmate fawning and dotting over the oaf he calls his boyfriend. Once Kurt sees the light and the strings uniting us, then he will be remorseful and more than willing to earn my forgiveness. I look forward to the day when my soulmate will be on his knees with an open mouth - a mouth begging for my love. I, being the honorable man that I am, will be more than ready to fill that mouth and satisfy the thirst tickling the back of my lovers throat. Only then and after the consummation of our love, will Kurt receive my full pardon. I would not be surprised if my soulmate is a little resistant in the beginning. Not that I will mind if he yells or screams. It is important that Kurt learns to trust me in the early stages of our relationship.

Sometimes, when the hour is late and Im alone in my bed, I allow my mind to wander to the glorious moment when our bodies will slide together and become one hot unit of burning passion.  The scenarios that unfold in my mind are never exactly the same. Sometimes Kurt willing submits to me and he latches his arms and legs around my body like a baby monkey. Other times my fantasies take a darker turn, and they leave Kurt gaged and chained to my bed as I force my wicked ways on him and in him. Im not sure what this may say about me, but the more my soulmates cries and begs for mercy, the stronger my insides coil, the harder my hips buckle and the faster my fist pumps my cock. The wonderful release and relief I feel from the idea of Kurt is sure to pale compared to the real thing. I cannot wait to smell the salt in Kurts tears and sweat as I wrap my arms around our post- orgasm bodies. Before our sticky release is able to dry, my lust filled soulmate will begin whispering his desire for my cock and another...

"Blaine are you feeling alright? Youve barely eaten any of your dinner?" Elizabeth Hummel, or should I say soon-to-be Elizabeth Anderson, asked from the end of the dinner table.

The plate of untouched Alfredo pasta mocked my tight jean covered crotch. I must be slipping if Im now allowing my fantasies to leave the bedroom and join me during family time.  It is bad enough that I get hard when I watch Kurt in his ballet classes, or the times I nearly go into full orgasm whenever I see Kurt in his Peter Pan costume. There should be a law that states beautiful bodies like Kurt should only be allowed to dress in spandex.

"Im fine, I guess Im still a little tired from the trip." Tired and horny as hell. I was away from my soulmate and future stepbrother for a week. Plus it does not help matters that I come home to find Kurt and his oaf boyfriend cuddling on the couch. Thankfully the stupid oaf left before dinner. I would not have been able to control my fork from stabbing the others neck, if I had to hear another damn story about his lacrosse victories.

"If youre not feeling well, I could make you something easier to digest. Would you like soup?"

Soup is definitely not the solution to my problem. "Thats not necessary." I would, however, like your son naked and chained to my bed, thank you very much.

Elizabeth will mark my fathers fifth marriage and fourth trophy wife. Unlike previous women who have lain in my fathers bed and taken his last name, Elizabeth was different. She possesses the best traits of all previous Mrs. Andersons and she lacks the defining features that resulted in a divorce. She is young, beautiful and naive. Elizabeth still believes in true love even after her high-school sweetheart left her alone and pregnant at the age of sixteen. For the next fifteen years Elizabeth raised her child, my soulmate, with the few resources she had and by the kindness of strangers. From what I have been told she never dated or try to date until my father stormed into her life. The duo dated for one month before my father insisted Elizabeth and Kurt move in with us. Mother and son were living in a sketchy apartment on the dodgy part of town - it seemed practical for them to move in. I never showed my true interest in the Hummel family until I saw Elizabeths gorgeous son. From that moment on, I was more than ready to merge our families. I even encouraged my father to propose to his new girlfriend after five months of dating. The wedding is set to happen in two days.

"Which college did you like the best?" Kurt, my beautiful boy, asked from across the table. If I did not know any better, then I would have guessed that Kurt knew I would be forcing him to move with me in August. Sure, high school is important, but my soulmate would be completing his final three years somewhere other than Dalton and closer to me.

"Considering every Anderson man for the past five generations has graduated from Harvard, I expect one correct answer to that question."

Leave it to my father to stampede on my conversation with Kurt. For being a man in his early sixtys and engaged a woman half his age, you would think he would recognize cock blocking when he seen it. We both share the same Anderson blood that needs to be sexually fed on a regular base. When will he realize that he is not the only Anderson who wants to score into a Hummel?

"Yes father, a fact you have reminded me of every day since I was five. Anderson men are Harvard men." From my peripheral vision I watched my father tighten his fork as I turned away from him. It was not long until the fuzzy outline of Nathanial Anderson faded all together and my focus centralized around my sun-glowing soulmate. "To answer your question Kurt, Harvard was hands down the finest university I visited. With my grades and connections I cannot see any reason why we wont be moving to Cambridge this fall."      

Shit, did I just say ‘we? Say nothing and act calm. Maybe no one noticed the minor slip up. If anyone says anything, then blame it on being tired. Damn, these jeans are tight and Kurts mouth looks inviting. Shit-damn-stop. I can finish this fantasy later and without my family watching...well Kurt can join if he would like. If fact, I insist he and his mouth accompany me.  

"Dinner was excellent Elizabeth." Nathanial interrupted before Kurt could response to my answer. To tell you the truth, Im not sure if I should be relieved or irritated. Is my father sparing me or cock blocking? Maybe its for the best that Kurt acknowledges his fate as my rightful property. It is going to happen at one point or another. Why not now? "Kurt would you please help your mother with the dishes? I would like a moment alone with my son."

Mother and son quickly accepted the orders and began moving dishes from the dining hall into the kitchen. I would have enjoyed watching Kurt clean the kitchen like a good stay-at-home husband, however my fathers heavy stare told me to follow him into his office. After Kurt and I are married, I will need to thank my father for firing the cleaning and cooking staff. The more domesticated my Kurt became, the better off I would be.

People say Im a carbon copy of my father. According to past Mrs. Andersons and fathers work colleagues, I have Nathanials eyes, smile and determination. They say we both like the same things and believe in the same methods to achieve ours desires. For a while I did not see these connections. How could I see the resemblances when there were always girls and woman in revealing bikinis swimming in our pool or walking down our hallways?  Nathanial lusted over big breasted woman with tiny waists. I preferred a different type of anatomy.

I was thirteen the first time I saw a woman take off her bra. In her defense she did not see me and my older half-brother Cooper slammed the door before I could see her take off her black thong. For my fifteen birthday, father and Cooper made special arrangements for me to lose my virginity in a way best fit for a coming of age Anderson. In hindsight I could have expressed my gratitude differently. They didnt know I was gay and it was bold of them to hire an underage illegal prostitute for me. Had I been straight I would have taken advantage of the raven haired girls tie front bra, thin thong and fingerless gloves with ribbon restraints. However, I was unable to get hard and I passed her off to Cooper. It was not long after that before Nathanial realized I was gay. Surprisingly he accepted the discovery well. To prove his acceptance and to show he bared no bitterness towards me or my sexually, he hired a pretty twink for me to lose my virginity to. This time, I accepted the five hour gift with thorough enjoyment.

It was not until my father introduced me to Kurt that I was able to see the similarities between us. Kurt looks and acts like his mother, and I want Kurt just as much as my father wants Elizabeth. We were two men experiencing the same lust driven desire to own and control a body weaker than our own.

"Take a seat." Nathanial spoke as if I was not eighteen and a man of my own. "How was your trip to Cambridge?"

"It was just what I expected." I cannot remember a time when my fathers office did not smell like cigar smoke and rich leather. In proper lightening it is difficult to tell if the notorious lawyers office is a study or a bachelor pad. "I have toured the campus many times - at your college reunions, Coopers freshmen orientation and now this weekend. You can rest assure I will study law and become a Harvard alumni."

In addition to the constant smells, there was always a cold and half-filled glass of scotch ready for my father. Starting when I was fifteen Nathanial began allowing me to drink with him. Most parents would never serve alcohol to a minor, let alone strong liquor, but Nathanial is different. Biological speaking he is my father and I do call him by that title, however, the older man is under the delusion that he will stay forever young if he treats me like a friend. I have never rejected this unhealthy relationship. He gives me free alcohol, unregulated sex and complete freedom. In return I make him feel young. We both win.

"You didnt go to Cambridge to evaluate Harvard." Nathanial took of sip from his brown drink. "You went to analyze the local high-schools in the area. Correct me if Im wrong."

"Did you spy on me?"

"You and I are very much alike. I dont need to spy on you to know what youre up to." Nathanial poured me an unasked-for-drink. "If I was planning for college and about to leave behind a stepbrother whom I found attractive, then I would be trying to derive a way to bring him with me. Tell me if Im getting warmer?"

The bitter taste of scotch burned its way down my throat. "How long have you known? Are you going to stop me?" As if Nathanial would be able to stop me. Need I remind you, Kurt belongs to me.

"Quite the opposite in fact. Elizabeth is everything I could have imagined. She is stunning, tight and with breasts out to here." My father provided a visual with his hands. "Her sole problem lays with her son. She coddles him too much. She worries about him too much. When you were fifteen, you were already defending for yourself." Nathanial cleared his throat and searched for the main point he was trying to make. "As long as he is around, she is unable be my perfect wife. Thankfully I have you to help me." A familiar nefarious smirk teased his lips. "Oh, and to answer your first question. Ive known about your dark fantasies from the beginning. You would do anything for an excuse to see him. When he moved in you had an inelegant tantrum when you realized that you two would not be sharing a bathroom. I shudder to imagine all the bathroom games and accidents you were hoping to happen."

"You were cock blocking me this entire time."

"I was stopping you from being reckless and ruining everything I worked for. I needed Elizabeth and Kurt to believe they could trust us. Once Elizabeth and I are announced man and wife, then we can have our fun. For me, it will begin on my honeymoon to Thailand. You will find your happy ending in the form of a man named Brody Weston - Ive invited him to the wedding as special entertainment."

Special entertainment? "He sounds great but not hes not the person Im after."

"Hes not for you. Someone, more sexually deprived than you, will also be attending the wedding ceremony and reception. I believe you call him the ‘Oaf. I can only imagine how heartbroken Kurt would be if he were to find his boyfriend involved with another man at his mothers wedding."

Another reason why I love Kurt: he never gave his precious-precious virginity to the perverted oaf. This oaf does not deserve a name or a description to describe him. I cannot wait until he is out of my soulmates life.  "Oh my. That would be a true shame."

...

Two days later:

Today was perfect - absolutely perfect. I could not have planned or expected it to go any better. Everything fell into place wonderfully and my intervention was only required once. Even then, the aid I offered was not all that stringent. As it turned out certain special entertainment needed help identifying the particular oaf he was hired to seduce. In case your patience is getting the better of you, you can rest assure: special entertainment is talented and his persuasion skills are exquisite. Kurts ex-boyfriend never stood a chance against him. If my soulmates cerulean gems did not outshine the male-prostitutes blue eyes, then I too would have found myself lost in special entertainments sexual snare and big muscles.  More about that later.      

For the romantic saps who care about the less important things, I will tell you this. Father and Elizabeths wedding ceremony and reception was nice. It was less ostentatious than Nathanials first two marriages and livelier than the third and fourth. My fathers first marriage was not based on love or lust, in fact both luxuries were in short supply. The entire union was based on business and trade. In the end the fifteen year marriage resulted in an expensive divorce and custody battle over my step-brother Cooper. The divorce from wife number one extended over five years and during this time, my father reestablished in bad-boy roots and began sewing his seed as if it was an expiring commodity. My fathers rebound eventually lead to wife number two and my birth ten months later. It doesnt need to be clarified that I was not physically presented for my fathers first two weddings, however I have seen the family albums. Wife number one was a pain on the eye and grossly overweight. How my father was able to have a child with such a woman is beyond me. Wife number two, also known as my mother and the Ohio Harlot was significantly prettier and thinner. Unlike the first wife, my mother was not wealthy and she made her living off her body. Even after she married my father and entered a world of comfort and excess, she still accepted the occasional costumer. It should come to no surprise that my parents marriage did not last.  I was eight when my father married again. Wife number three was, as expected, younger and prettier than previous Mrs. Andersons. If only she had a milder temper and kinkier tricks, then the marriage could have lasted. Wife number four showed promised to be the perfect woman for Nathanial. Such dreams shattered when evidence proved that she lied about her age and later gained fifty pounds within two years of marriage. I have never seen my father more disgusted in his life.

Then Elizabeth, the single mother, entered his life. On the surface the fair skinned woman appeared to have it all - youth, beauty, a fast metabolism and self-consciousness that forced her to try new challenges in the bedroom. She was submissive and tame. Perfect for my father.

Overall, the wedding ceremony was appropriate for someone with Elizabeths modesty. Her dress was not too short and the wedding kiss was chaste. She was overflowing with joy and anyone present could see it. She was a real life Cinderella who meet her wealthy-kind Prince Charming and now she was about to experience a true fairytale life.

I would say the happiness in Kurt cerulean eyes lifted my spirit, but that would be a lie. Kurt is a hopeless romantic at a wedding. There is no saying in what he would or wouldnt do in the name of love. Would he finally give into the oafs false charm? Would he lay down his virginity like a sacrificial offering? I did not like the arrogant look on the oafs face or the way he kept stealing glances at my soulmates ass. Im the only one allowed to look, touch and taste it. Special entertainment could not get here fast enough. Luckily I didnt have to wait long.

"Are you lost?" I asked a man a few years older than myself. He had light brown skin and styled hair. I immediately recognized the man from the website Nathanial found him on. "Is there someone youre looking you?"

Im not sure if it was my voice or the attention I was giving him, but unspoken understanding established between us. He was here to do a job and I had the money.

"Actually, there is someone Im looking for. You wouldnt by chance know where Sebastian Smythe is?"

Damn the stupid oaf for having a name. I cannot wait until he is gone. For now first things first. "I do. Lets go somewhere more private and talk. Follow me." Judge me or not, but an excited tingle tickled up my legs and stiffened my sex when Brody followed my command. Other than Kurt, I love nothing more than for a beautiful man to do as I say, even if the order is something as trivial as ‘follow me. It wont be long until my two loves overlap - Kurt submission to my every word.

As discreetly as possible we departed the white tent lit with hanging lanterns and entered the cool December night. The further we walked away from the backyard reception and approached the 1890 built Anderson Manor, blasting music and sounds of celebration lessened. It was not until I closed the kitchen door behind Brody that a wave of arousal washed over me. Again dont judge me. I havent had sex in a week, and that is the longest Ive gone since I turned fifteen over three years ago. I cannot help that I am the way that I am.

"Has there been a change in plans?" Brody raised a single eyebrow and ran his eyes down my body. "Normally my...acquaintances arent this attractive." 

I did not stop him or show any sign of flattery from the cheap compliment. Brody may be an experienced whore with special tricks up his sleeves, but Ive grown tired of ‘paid entertainment. They are too easy to fuck and the satisfaction was difficult to achieve. Unless there is resistance and a taste of violence, then where is the sin and filthy fun? The next time I fuck a body against the wall or down on a mattress, I want the other body to be frail and shaking. Brody would be too eager and ready to accept my body. There would be no tears or blood - and what is the point in that?

"Your instructions have not changed. I wanted a moment alone with you without arising attention." The male-prostitute crossed his arms and flexed his muscles. I wonder how toned his thighs are? No, Blaine. Stay on point. "In five minutes my stepbrother will deliver a toast to his mother and stepfather. At that time I want you to steal his date. Before Kurt is finished with his ten minute speech, I want you and Sebastian hot and heavy in that closet." I pointed towards the large walk-in pantry to my right. "I dont care ‘what goes ‘where. I do expect both of you naked and in compromising positions. I want you to break Kurts heart when I ask him to get more bread from the kitchen pantry. Can you do that for me?"

"Not a problem."

Thinking back I really should give special entertainment more praise. During Kurts entire speech I watched the oaf and prostitute exchange words before slipping off to the kitchen with hands in their pockets. The eager bounce in Sebastians footstep at the prospect of getting laid sickened me. He never was good enough for my Kurt. What kind of honorable man cheats on his boyfriend, let alone in his boyfriends house and at a wedding? That is downright shameful.

Poor Kurt. I almost felt bad sending the fifteen year old on a simple errand to the kitchen. All harsh feeling of guilt faded when I found Kurt crying and Sebastian naked and fiercely apologizing. At the time of the watery betrayal and break-up, I paid Brody for his service and then resumed my role as a concerned big-brother.

"Sebastian, get off my property before I call the police." Words I wanted to say from the first time I saw him. "So help me if I ever see you talking to my brother again. Leave."

Sure you could describe this ordeal as chaotic and hectic, but I would not change a thing. Kurt, being the gifted actor he is, lied to his mother and pretended that he was happy for the duration of the reception. At nine oclock the bride and groom drove off in a black limousine and guests began leaving shortly after. By eleven the last of the cleanup crew left and the backyard returned to its former glory.

Why wouldnt I change a thing? All my efforts and planning have lead me to this very moment in time - with Kurt crying into my black tuxedo shoulder and we have the house to ourselves. Father and stepmother are not expected back for three weeks. Kurt and Elizabeth initially protested the idea of spending Christmas apart. In the end the petty dispute was no competition against Anderson men. Yes, this moment in time could not get any better. Snow is in the forecast, school is on holiday and the burning artificial fireplace is ever-so romantic. It is perfect. Utterly perfect.

"Im sorry Blaine." I love the way Kurt says my name. I would describe the sound as something more beautiful than music, but that would be too sappy. "I thought Bas was my true love...I...I...was going to give him my..."

"Shh-shh, you dont need to talk right now. Im here." I wrapped my arms tighter around the thin body and rubbed my cheek against the side of Kurts face. To speak the truth, I did not want to hear the end of that sentence.  "Hes gone and he will never be able to hurt you again. Im your brother from now on. I will never allow another person to hurt you again."

"Its late and Im tired. Do you care if I clean up first?"

Praise Nathanial for correcting previous months of cock blocking. This morning Kurts bathroom and shower had ‘unexpected and major plumbing issues - forcing my stepbrother to share my bathroom with me. Dont worry. My shower and sink has plenty of room for two people. Earlier today when Kurt was helping our mother with her dress, I took the liberty of moving some of my soulmates personal items. A toothbrush, a towel, bar of soap and shampoo to name a few things. Some people may call it inappropriate to borrow your brothers toothbrush or smell his towel without permission, but I call it complementary. Kurt should be flattered by my actions and attention.

"I dont care at all."

"Thank you for being understanding about everything. Im glad I have you for a stepbrother." Kurt smiled his beautiful smile. "If there is anything I can help you with, then please tell me. I dont want to be emotionally in debt to you."

Whether it is emotionally, physically or sexually, Kurt my dear sweet brother, you will always be in debt to me. Thats just how it is. You better accept it because I start collecting tonight. Lets call it the wedding night of our newly founded brotherhood.   

...

I was wrong. I have three loves in this world - Kurt, submission and skeleton keys. A skeleton key: a single key capable of locking and unlocking any door in the Anderson manor. I can only imagine the history associated with the iron crafted object with a heart shaped end. What did the heart represent? Did grandfather or great-grandfather use the key with the same intensions I have? Maybe all Anderson men are in fact alike.

As if I was icing a cake, the key turned smoothly in the lock outside Kurts bedroom door and a resounding click echoed down the long hallway. The next doors I locked were the three spare guestrooms. One door at a time, I walked down the marble corridor and locked each room behind me. For the next three weeks, these rooms do not exist. The only places that mattered would be my bedroom, bathroom, kitchen and living room. Speaking of the bathroom, I wonder how Kurts shower is coming along. That boy loves long showers.

Without skipping a beat, I slid my open palm up the spiral stairway railing, and walked down a second passageway towards my brown and black bedroom. Upon entering my room I was greeted with the sensual view of a realistic artificial fireplace and my treasure black velvet rug lay before it. To the side of the room and next to the solid wardrobe, was the back side of a thick four inch door. Before tonight, the washroom door has never been shut and there was nothing special about it. From now on that is no longer the case. Whats behind the piece of oak? Kurts wet and naked body.

The skeleton key made itself useful as I locked myself in the dark fire glowing bedroom. Outside my window, traces of white snow began to fall. How could this evening get any more romantic? Kurt is going love it. I wonder how hard my sweet stepbrother is going to resist. Where he will eventually summit to me? Personally I would prefer if we shared our first time on the velvet rug under the light of fire. I can only imagine how beautiful the shadows of my hands would look against his alabaster skin. Shit, its too early for me to be this hard. Maybe I should have shared a quickie with the prostitute earlier. Never mind that thought. Brody and the oaf are old news. Now, I have the real thing ready and waiting for me.

Unlike other doors in the house, the bathroom door does not have a lock. From a practical stand point it makes sense. The washroom is private to the owner of the bedroom. There should not be any secrets between these rooms. Plus, Kurt and I are now family - and it is not right for family members to deny one another. Poor Kurt. Hes probably wondering where I am. Dont worry Kurt. Im coming for you.

A part of me wonders if there should be stronger hesitation in my hands and heart when I turned the knob to the steamed filled washroom. Should I be ashamed of myself or am I staying within my rightful boundaries? Surely Im in the right. I have a good and sound conscious. My conscious would be telling me to stop if I was in the wrong. I saved Kurt from further embarrassment with his oaf of an ex-boyfriend and now Im about to take care of his special needs. Im completely in the right. My soulmate-stepbrother will thank me one day for this.

White steam covered the grand mirror over the gray granite countertop and a mystical cloud concentrated within the glass shower chamber. Within the raining cloud was the faint outline of an unsuspecting body. I was not able to see much - just the light brown head of hair I have come to love and defined shoulder blades. The glory of his ass went unseen by the thin vail of heated vapor.

Ungracefully laying across the stone tiles was the black suit Kurt wore to the wedding. Within the pile was a pair of used boxers. Interesting, I have only seen and touched clean underwear in my brothers dresser drawers. Speaking of clean boxers. On top of the counter and next to the porcelain bowl sink rested a clean pair on top of cotton striped pajamas. Does Kurt actually sleep in these or does he slip them off and sleep in the nude once the lights are off? I cannot image sleeping in more layers, than the silk sheets that cover me. Incase my soulmate does in fact sleep in these, then we shall mark tonight as the beginning of his fashion liberation. On the other hand, if Kurt shares my love for nudity, then Ill help him get rid of his nightwear once and for all. Again, Kurt will thank me once he is hot under my skin. Kurt no longer needs these clothes.

Being the good brother that I am, I quickly grabbed the sleepwear and tossed them under the sink cabinet. Ill find better means of disposing of the material tomorrow. Besides at the end of the next twenty-four hours Kurt will have forgotten what pajamas even are. Oh what a delicious thought.   

The streaming water faucet turned off and my cock twitched in anticipation. Maybe I should have taken my suit off. That definitely would have relieved the tension in my pants, unfortunately it would have destroyed the power dynamics Im trying to establish. I was once told that men are at their weakest when naked and cold, and they are strongest when dressed in a black suit. Kurt and I embody the extreme domains of power. Kurt is a naked timid little lamb who is about to encounter my awaiting wolf...

"Blaine!" My daydream of a wolf dominating a lamb disappeared and was replaced by two horrified blue pools staring back at me. "Blaine...what are you doing in here?" Confused cerulean eyes vainly searched for his missing towel. It wasnt on the hook or on the floor. In a sad and pathetic attempt to preserve his modesty, Kurt pressed his back against the stone wall and lengthened his arms to cover his sex. Oh let the fun begin. I can already see beginning hints of resistance.

"Are you looking for this?" I held up two corners of the large white towel. "Were brothers. Dont be shy. Come out. Im here to help you."

Kurts voice echoed from behind the glass door. "I dont need your help - thank you."

Beautiful droplets of water rolled down the fifteen year olds virgin face and chest. "Youre wet and I promised our parents that I would keep an eye on you. You dont want me to upset your mother, do you?"

"I...I...I..." White steam slowly dispensed in the air and trembling legs became more visible. Perfect. "I...can wash and dress myself."

"What are you afraid of?" The wolf resisted the natural urge to leave his post and advanced towards his prey. No, this naked lamb would tremble and bow before the great wolf. "Im here to help you and ensure you dont slip and fall. Do you want to fall and hurt yourself?"

"I wont fall! Im sorry, but this is getting weird."

Weird? Is Kurt calling me weird or the situation weird? Either case is not very nice. "Kurt," I did my best to cover my hurt and mimicked my nurturing voice - the same concerning voice I used to comfort him earlier. "You had a big day. Im trying to make things easier for you. Were family. You need to trust me and allow your big-brother to take care of you." I didnt open the glass door. It is important that Kurt feels like he has some control between us. Of course, the thought of Kurt having control is a laughable joke.

"Promise you wont look at me?"

What? Is Kurt five or fifteen? It is only human nature to look at the most private parts of another person. I cannot help where my eyes do or do not look. "You have no reason to be embarrassed in front of me." Better now than never to cast the line and test my authority. "Come. Out. Now."

"W-w-what? Why are you doing this?"

Kurt is even more beautiful when scared and hesitant. I can practically smell his resistance - damn it smells good. "You heard me. Come. Out."

"W-w-why?"

"So I can dry you off Silly." I need to dry you off before I can make you wet again.

The steam within the bathroom continued to thin and there were not any walls or fabrics for Kurt to hide behind. Hunchbacked and shaking, Kurt embarrassingly opened the glass shower door and stepped onto the white rug. A temperature change from hot to cool stimulated thousands of tiny goosebumps to cover the porcelain skin. Was the response due the temperature of my presence? Oh well, it doesnt matter. Kurt is shaking cold and needing me.

"See, that wasnt so hard..." Kurt researched out one of his hands, silently asking for the towel I was holding. My soulmate may be sexy, but he is not the smartest. "No, Kurt. Come close to me - stand in front of me."

Blue diamonds stared into my hazel eyes in a fruitless challenge. Then, without further words, Kurt stretched one of his lean legs and shifted his weight forward. The little act was magnificent and sparks flew as my first two loves molded together: Kurt was starting to submit to me. From my peripheral view in the mirror, I watched the distance between our bodies shorten and pale thin hands continue to cover precious cock. 

"Well done gorgeous." Brown eyebrows shoot up and his cheeks pinked. "Let me help you." The effect of my words paralyzed the weaker body and my strong hands were more than happy to take advantage of Kurts lameness. "Stand right here." Our skin colors contrasted beautifully when my hands softly gripped the pale shoulders and manipulated the younger boy to stand in front of me with his chest facing a wall size mirror. The desire to drop my gaze and admire his uncovered ass went silently masked. For now I will appreciate the fact his ass and my cock are only separated by my pants and three inches of air.

"Y-y-your clothes are going to get wet."

"Do you suggest I take them off?"

Pale cheeks darkened a deeper shade of red. "N-n-no."

"Maybe later." I may or may not have winked and smirked. Its not like Kurt has a say in the matter. We belong together and he is mine. Its that simple and plain.

As if Kurt was made of glass and I was holding sandpaper, I lightly and barely allowed the towel to press against the shorter boys chest and shoulders. Im confident there will come a day when Kurt will be taller than me, but that day is not today. "It took you long enough to get here. Youre already dry."

"I guess that means I no longer you need your help."

Despite his words of independence, Kurt raised his right hand and tried to grab ahold of the treasured towel in my hands. While he was trying to belittle my authority, I acted faster. Before my soulmates delicate fingers were able to touch his only shield of preservation, I dropped the fabric behind me and quickly captured my stepbrothers thin wrist - raising it high above his head. Only one more hand to go before I could have a complete view of Kurt in his full naked glory.

"Blaine! Stop this!" Kurt successfully tried to pull his wrist out of my grip. Poor stepbrother. Doesnt he realize the harder he resists, the stronger Ill fight back? Bruises will look good on his skin tomorrow. "Whats gotten into you? Let me go."

"Why are you embarrassed? Were brothers." Brothers or not, Ive never done this with, nor would I ever do this with Cooper.   If Cooper and I didnt share our fathers blood and love for dominance, then maybe we could have expressed our brotherly love differently. However, my new brother does not have Anderson blood in him and he is a born submissive. We are doing nothing wrong and incest is only a problem when a baby is conceived - an impossible event between two men. "As your big-brother and ethical advisor I can say without shame or lie that you are the prettiest thing I have ever seen before. You shouldnt be embarrassed. You should be proud."

"Blaine. Blaine? Blaine!"

Kurt screamed my name louder with each turn and frantically tried to free his wrist. Im not sure what caused his heighten excitement. Its not like Im hurting him. Unless trolling my fingers down his spare arm and inching closer towards his sex is a form of punishment. But dont most guys want to show off their cock? If Kurt wanted to grab or suck my cock, I certainly would not cause a fuss. Then again, isnt that why I love Kurt? He is resistant and a worthy challenge.

"Stop this!"

The weight beneath my exploring hand sprung into life. Soon the curve of Kurts elbow pulled away and my hand dropped onto the edge of a bony pelvis. I knew Kurt wanted me to touch him...  

Slap.

Unexpected stinging hit the side of my face in a sudden blow. The sound of an open palm slapping my face barely reached my ears, before another series of assaults struck me. "Let me go! Let me go!"

Shit, this is hot.

Without freeing Kurts wrist, I pushed my hips toward and pinned the shorter body against the wall size mirror. "We both know you want this." The brute and forceful shove allowed me the opportunity to interlace my fingers with the teenagers only means of self-defense. "This is what brothers do. They like to play rough and get dirty together."

"Not like this!"

"Just like this. Mom and dad would be so happy if they could see us getting along and playing."  The edge of my left black dress shoe pushed itself between Kurts feet. "Lets see what youve been hiding from me this entire time." With my shoe in control of Kurts balance, I kicked the two legs in opposite directions and pulled our bodies away from the mirror.

Ugly smudges compromised the clarity of the mirror, but the picturesque view was nothing to complain about. My Kurt was beautiful. His alabaster skin was as flawless as I had pictured. There were no freckles, moles or scratches - just the embodiment of perfection condensed into lean muscles, long limbs and a glorious cock.  "In my wildest dream Ive never imagined you would be this fucking perfect. Im so happy youve been saving yourself for me - no one else deserves to see something as pure and beautiful as yourself."

Whether it was due to fear or embarrassment, my favorite blue eyes closed and Kurt rolled his head to the side. The mild act of surrender was accompanied by fewer jerks in his arms and legs. Is the fight over? Things were just starting to get fun. 

A click of my tongue convinced Kurt to open his beautiful watery eyes. Underneath the tears, I could still see fire brooding in my boy. I knew he would not give up this easy.

"Blaine...what are you trying to do?"

I wrapped Kurts wrists together with one hand and slithered my other arm up and down the quivering chest. "About to play rough with my brother." I finished my sentence with a lick of my lips and a strong push with both arms. The body I was praising less than a minute ago fell onto his hands and knees - finally allowing me a perfect view of my brothers ass. Why am I not fucking him yet? "Kurt, you have fire in you - I like fire. Show me what you got."

"I trusted you."

The lamb whispered and turned his body around on his knees. An unfamiliar shade of gray darkened my brothers completion. This is the moment Ive been waiting for. Im going to break Kurt down, fuck him in two and sweet-talk him back together.  Bring on the violence and blood. Things are about to get hot. I really need to lose this tie and jacket - not to mention other things weighing me down.

"I thought we were brothers. I trusted you like a brother."

Poor Kurt. One day hell come to appreciate this moment and take back his hurtful words. "We are brothers, and its perfectly normal for one brother to suck on another. I mean, youre literally kneeling in front of my cock. Dont worry sweetie, I know what you want." I didnt expect Kurt to fight back until I removed my belt, but good for him for acting faster than that.

 "Stop!" Kurt leaped in the air and onto his feet. As swiftly as the natural ballerina that he is, Kurt lifted his leg upward and kicked my nose.

The site of warm liquid leaving my nose sold false empowerment to my dear naked brother. He may have kicked me in the face, but does Kurt realize the sinful view he gave me? He showed me everything in three seconds - cock, ass and a hole. What else could I have asked for?

"Now were going somewhere." My body blocked the washroom entrance. "Show me what else you have." Ive taken boxing lessons since I was ten and started wrestling in freshmen year. Theres nothing that can stop me from winning and appreciating Kurts beautiful body every step of the way. Dont mind the blood rolling out of my nose and dripping onto my white collar shirt. The taste of blood enhances the senses and intensifies the sweetness of victory.

Unbound and blinded by confused fear, Kurt ran towards me with his arms punching and his head targeted towards my chest. My poor-poor-dear-sweet-brother. This is not a battle between two wolves of equivalent strength. He is an innocent lamb and he would be wise to flee instead of fight. By what means could he possibly defeat me? He lacks muscle, speed and durability - not to mention the intellectual skills to fool me.      

The ram of his head against my chest was sure to have hurt him more than myself, and the punches aimed at my abdomen were weak and pathetic. It would have been so easy for me to grab Kurt, shove him against the counter edge and dominant him, but where is the fun in that? Being the good brother that I am, I decided a let Kurt win ‘The Battle in the Washroom. Its the least I can do - big brothers always let the little brother win the first round. Victory will be mine in the bedroom.

"Shit Kurt." I ‘accidently feel on my ass and covered my bleeding nose. Thank goodness nothing was actually broken and the pain was minimal. "Im just trying to have a little fun with you."

"Stay away from me."

Poor thing. It is a shame Kurt never had a strong male role model in his life to teach him how to hit or tackle. His knuckles look sore and he is already out of breath. Man he looks good standing there and exhaustive in his glowing nudity. Does he remember he is naked? Does he notice the tent in my pants?

Between the thin spacing of my body to the threshold, Kurt took a short second and made the decision to race past me and further his fruitless attempt to escape. Frantically and without the elegant grace of a ballerina Kurt curved around my fallen body and ran towards the dark fire glowing bedroom. Brother is foolish if he truly believes this plan could save him. With the need of only one hand, I outreached my blood traced fingers and seized Kurts right ankle in midair. Please dont think Im cruel or cold hearted. I did not grab my brother until I was confident he would face fall onto the soft carpeting in my bedroom. Im not a monster who would do that to him on hard washroom tiles.

"Let go of me!"

The fifteen year old kicked his ankle upwards and hit the bottom of my chin. Damn I love the violence before good sex, but why must my soulmate keep aiming for my face? I want him to be able to recognize me when we are ready to consummate our love. Kurt is going to regret hurting me when he realizes how good I can make him feel and he sees the pain he inflicted upon me. Im going to expect him to make up for these acts of aggression.

"Blaine! Stop! Let go of me!" At the same time I grabbed Kurts spare ankle, he stretched for the black folded umbrella leaning against the wardrobe - barely missing the object by centimeters.  

"Were just getting started my dear brother."

I shifted from my position onto my knees and pulled Kurts stretched body closer to my bent legs. Oh, this is a nice angle to appreciate the new view. Ive never realized how long or thin my soulmates spine is. Its straight and nicely concave. At the base of his lumbar vertebrae is the pelvis Ive only dreamed about grinding into. His cute little ass has just the right degree in its curve and what appears to be a smooth entryway. I wonder if its as smooth as it looks...theres only one way to find out.

Too distracted by his shortcoming for the umbrella and desperate to find an alternative weapon, Kurt did not notice where my hands were going. The hole looks so tight and pink. Has Kurt even touched himself down here or this is this a door to an un-entered chamber?  Please say the latter. Its injustice enough that Kurt washes his body without me and gave his first kiss to the oaf ex-boyfriend. It is only right and fair that my soulmate-brother saved one thing untouched for me.

I cannot remember the last time I enjoyed the physical pleasure of a virgin. Have I ever been with a virgin? Personally, I gave my virginity to an uptown male escort whom my father picked out for me, but I was the ‘thrower in that transaction and the ‘receiver came ready for me. There was nothing special I needed do to for him in terms of preparation. Since them my bottoms have always been eager for me or, at the worst, only mildly nervous and doubtful. In either case they always dealt with their own preparation. I never stretched anyone or asked about their comfort. Besides who cares if I hurt them? They were only whores or cheap boys. Other than some pain, what did people like this expect? In the end they should have understood the balance of our relationship: their pain was my pleasure. However, someone as special and clean as Kurt needs special attention and patience. What is the protocol for a situation like this? Insert one finger at a time and stretch? Sounds easy enough.

Inserting one finger without warning or lube was not a good idea. Maybe I should have been slower. Nonetheless it felt good - so tight and perfect. Everything about Kurt is seamless.

"Blaine!" Warm muscles tightened around my finger and up to my knuckle. Its almost difficult to believe Kurts body took me in so well and so deeply. One could almost imagine that my brothers ass knows what his mind is not ready to admit: we belong together and a connection has already been established. "Stop! Stop! This isnt you! Youre hurting me!"

"If youd relax, then this wouldnt hurt..."

An umbrella hit the side of my chest like a baseball bat - causing my body to unwilling staging in the direction of the impact. With great regret, Kurts movement and my fall forced my finger to retract from its warm haven. How did Kurt get ahold of the umbrella? It was out of reach a second ago. Shit that hurt. Is Kurt aware that that umbrella is heavy and strong? Im playing nice and hes trying to cheat. Cheating isnt fair.

"Stay away from me!"  My brother rolled off his stomach and scooted away from me before standing up right on his feet.  A light red hand mark outlined the rim of Kurts wobbling ankles.  "Dont come any closer. Dont...move..." Meaningless words spoke while I stood up and regained my balance.

"I dont take orders from you." The pain on my side began to weaken and my nose stopped bleeding, but I was still hard and getting hot. "I do, however, believe its time we settle the score and I return the favor of the pretty view you keep showing me." Kurt took a step backwards and closer to the door. His face was an unhealthy shade of white. Poor little thing is so scared. "Kurt, its normal for a submissive to be scared before his dominant claims him." Blue and hazel eyes watched as I kicked my shoes to the side. "Remember when you were embarrassed to be naked in front of me? Look how much more comfortable you are around me. The same is true with intimacy. Once you take a leap of faith and learn to trust me, then your life will be so much easier." My arms slid out of the black suit jacket sleeves without delay. I feel lighter already. "Kurt, you look tried. If youre ready to surrender, then we can stop this."

"Then stop this!" Dear brother swung the umbrella across thin air - warning me to stay away and to keep my undershirt on. "Why are you acting this way?"

Being the good brother that I am, I stayed back and did not stop Kurt from taking additional steps backwards. A gentle thump echoed when brothers back hit the bedroom door.  "What are you going to do? Are you going to call the police or our parents? Lock me in this bedroom? It wont work that way."

"Yes..." Kurt reached one arm behind his back and grabbed the door knob. "You need help... Blaine." Brother jingled the door knob harder, but it would not turn or nudge. "What?"

"Youve never been very observant." My undershirt hit the floor the same time Kurt turned around to analyze the door. "All the doors within the manor are like that. The only way to lock or unlock a door, it doesnt matter if your inside or outside, is with a key. Its a good thing you always felt comfortable and never felt the need to lock a door."

Kurt ignored my words and continued with his meaningless efforts to unlock the door. The only way that door can open is with my skeleton key or by shear strength - two commodities dear brother lacks. "Let me out!"

"I am taking it out! Im taking it out just for you." The sound of my pants unzipping sliced through the air like a razor. Damn, the fresh air feels good on my hard cock.

Kurt stiffened his back and began banging on the door with his fists. The umbrella fell to the floor. "Help! Help!"

"Who are you calling for? No ones here. Father fired the staff when you and mother moved in."

"Shes not your mom!"

Brother turned around and his beautiful eyes widened with horror. What? Does Kurt not find my nudity as lustful as I find his? How could he not crave for my body to be pressed against his and for my lips not to be sucking on his neck? Sometimes I get hard staring into my own reflection and wishing I could fuck myself. "Do you like what you see?"

"I hate you!"

At the same time Kurt reached for the umbrella I jumped for him. Faster and swifter than my soulmate, I grabbed him by the back of the neck and shoved him onto the velvet rug laid before the artificial fire place. So this is where our final fight would take place. "I told you I like fire, but the burning passion between us is starting to suffocate me. You have no idea how badly I want you."

Kurt tried to punch me, but I captured his wrists and pinned his body beneath mine. "Get off me! Get off me!"

Satisfied that Kurt could not wiggle out of my legs and his arms were unable to strike me again. I leaned down and my bleeding lips kissed the side of his sweaty and teary face. "Hush dear brother. There are some important things we need to discuss before I ‘get off on you. Do you understand what Im saying?" Brother did not answer, but I could feel his heart beat strong against my chest. "Father loves me and Anderson blood is stronger than a marriage commitment. Have you for a second remembered where our parents are going for their honeymoon? Thailand. What do you think father would do if I called him and told him that his brides son attacked me? Do you have any idea how fast father could sell mother off to a prostitute ring? With her pretty face and porcelain skin - she wouldnt stand a chance. She would become a whore overnight... and the next night and the next."

"Stop."

"Dont get me wrong." I kissed Kurts chin and licked his tears. "I enjoy mothers company and I dont want to hurt her like that, but the decision is entirely up to you." Blue and hazel eyes meet and shared a short moment of silence. "Are you going to tell anyone about this?"

"No..."

"Good brother." Distraught by his own tears, Kurt said nothing as I spun him onto his stomach and grabbed him by the throat. "Promise me youll keep your word. Kiss me." I kissed my brothers cheek to remind him where my lips were. Guided by the loving nature of my grip on his neck and his faulting willpower, Kurt committed himself to sealing the short distance between our lips. Sweet pure goodness is what my brother-soulmate tastes and smells like. "Isnt this romantic. Snow is falling, the fire is warm, and the floor is soft. What better way for you to give me your virginity? I love you brother." Another kiss connected our lips and this time my tongue slithered between Kurts trembling lips. I swear I heard someone moan. Maybe it was just me.

My cock brushed against Kurts ass without the purpose or intention of penetrating. "I wish you allowed me more time to prep you earlier. This might hurt in the beginning, but trust me. Youll be alright and Ill comfort you afterwards."

A jolt of reflexes raced down Kurts body and a scream left his lungs. "This isnt safe! Please stop!"

"Dont worry sweetie, Im clean and a condom would only slow us down. Theyre overrated anyway." Overrated unless you are fucking a man of the night. In that case you better be damn prepared. "And we cant stop until we start. Close your eyes and enjoy this."

I dropped my hand holding Kurts throat and used both hands to encourage my brother to kneel and rest his weight on his open palms. With the physical shift of the lamb, I moved upwards and reached around for my soulmates cock - the limp member slightly twitched in my hands. Bother cannot lie to me. I know he wants this as much as I do.

"Youre so perfect" I tug Kurts member as if I was touching myself and ground my hips downward. "You have nothing to be embarrassed about. This is what brothers do." Well, the last part may be a lie, but our brotherhood would include sex. Another firm and confident pull erupted a lustful groan from my boy. Shit was at this hot. "See...this is perfectly normal." I kissed each of Kurts shoulders and took a moment to smell the hair under my nose. Grinding is no longer enough. I need to be inside him. "I left the lube in the bathroom. Were going to need to do this the old fashion way."

"Please...please...stop." Kurt cried - too tired to keep fighting.

"What about mother? Dont be selfish dear brother." My thumb twirled around the head of Kurts cock and collected tiny bits of leaking release. "Youll thank me later. Stay still and everything will be fine." My hand switched from Kurts cock to my own. The sticky release of my brother felt good on my aching sex. Much better than any store bought lube. "Next time will be better. You wont be as resistant and Ill reward you with everything you deserve. I will praise every inch of your body with kisses and special ointment. I will take my time opening you with my fingers and tongue, and you will love every second of it. For now, you deserve nothing more than a proper claiming. The more you relax, the less this will hurt."

I coated Kurts sticky release over my cock as evenly as possible. With a deep breath I pulled back and admire the tiny pink hole waiting for me. Finally after months of waiting and countless night fantasizing, Im finally where I wanted to be. On top of Kurt and about to unite our bodies in the brutal and agonizing acts of unrestrained passion. Then the moment of wait was over and my cock slid into a rich haven unvisited by any other man. Warmth consumed my member whole and terrified muscles tightened around me. This was much better than preparing Kurt. Maybe, and only if Im lucky, I will be able to make Kurt bleed. After all, it is only fair considering what he did to me and all the blood he made me shed.

"Blaine!"

Or at least I think I heard my brother scream my name. It is difficult to know for certain. He felt so damn perfect and each time I pushed back in I could not help but think that I was exploring new ground and reaching deeper inside.

"Stop!"

Too late. I cannot stop now. Harder, rougher and deeper - I thrust my sex in and out of the body that would forever sleep in my bed and greet me in the morning. We were one body and soon my release would fill his hole. I wish there was a way to lock my cum inside Kurt - keep it in his ass or absorb it into his blood. I dont care how. I want the world to know who my brother belongs to. More importantly, I want Kurt to feel me inside him every second we are apart.

It was not long until Kurts embarrassingly came and over sensitization washed over him. I went into orgasm sometime after. It was a beautiful moment. The snow was falling and my body heat was warming Kurt. What more could I ask for?

"I can hear you thinking." Kurts arms gave in and he fell onto his chest. "Youre planning to tell our mother the truth once she and father return from Thailand. I would like to warm you now: that is not a good idea." Poor brother. One day he will learn how to stop crying. "Our parents signed a prenuptial agreement. If they get a divorce your mother wouldnt get anything. You two will be back in your dingy apartment - praying and hoping no one rapes or murders you. You are much safer with me. Lets not forget the fact that she would be heartbroken. Love has never been her friend."

"Why are you doing this to me?"

"Because were soulmates, and this is what soulmates do."

...

Ten Months Later

"How was the first day of school?" Elizabeth Anderson sweetly spoke into her cell phone from the beaches of Greece. The phone service was not great over the speaker, but international calls never are.

Kurt nervously glanced at me before answering the question. "It went well."

My brother has come a long way since last December. His resistance and fiery distaste of my presence is still there, however the violence prior to his first claiming has lessened. He only hits me on occasion and he has not tried running away since Valentines Day nearly seven months ago. I was able to nip that little wrongdoing in the bud with a simple threat. Ever since fathers retirement he and mother have traveled the world. Her regular departure out of the country helps fuel Kurts fears.

"Father knows were together and he approves. He said if you ever try running away again, then he will hurt mother. Please dont make father hurt mother."

"Do you like Cambridge? Are you and Blaine getting along?" Elizabeths voice rang over the phone in my hands. Maybe one day Ill trust Kurt and not need to censor his phone calls. Im confident father censors mother and he would tell me if Kurt was being naughty.

"Blaine and I always get along."

Oh what a good boy I have. Can I please take a moment to appreciate this schoolboy uniform he is wearing? Damn he looks cute in his black slacks and sweater with a blue tie and white collared shirt. I definitely picked the right high school for Kurt to transfer to. The school has high rating, it is close to the apartment and the color of his tie brightens his eyes.

Kurt and I moved to Cambridge in the beginning of August without any fuss from Elizabeth. I do not know the full dynamics between father and mother, but I do know their relationship has similarities to what their sons share. In case the neighbors or friends ask, Kurt moved with me because it did not feel right leaving him alone in Ohio while they traveled the world. After we moved here brother lost contact with his friends. Kurt blames me for his loss because I blocked their calls, but he should not be mad at me. Its not like he needs friends anymore. He has me and the spiritual connection we share. The same goes for Kurts new high school. Friends are against my rules. Other rules include no small talk or group projects. Please do not judge my decision to report to the school board that my brother suffers from many different branches of mental disorders. Once this ‘truth becomes public gossip, no one will want to talk to Kurt. Im doing him the favor and keeping him out of trouble.

"Im happy to hear that."

My watch beeped - mother and sons weekly two minutes were up. On the other end of the phone I heard a similar type of beep. Yes, father was listening too. Thank goodness Kurt didnt catch the connection.

"Im sorry to hang up so quickly...I have to go now." Something shifted of the other end of the phone. "I love you."

Poor brother closed his watery eyes and made grips with his fists. He loves his mother so much. "I love you too..." My phone screen light up and returned to the picture of Kurt celebrating his sixteenth birthday. Father hung up the phone before the conversation came to a complete end. "You said I could talk to her for two minutes. That wasnt two minutes."

"She hung up on you and watch that tone." I gripped Kurt chin and forced a quick kiss. "I gave you two minutes anyway. You and mother spent a good forty seconds speechless and searching for words before the conversation started. I did nothing wrong. Now apologize to me." I grabbed Kurt by the tie and pulled him closer to me. I will never get tired of his beautiful skin and pink lips. "Say it or risk punishment."

"I apologize for speaking in a harsh tone."

Sarcasm laced Kurts words, but Ill deal with that problem later and preferably with handcuffs and fewer clothes. "Good. I want you to cook dinner while I read through some documents." Brother nodded his head and said nothing.  "Oh, I forgot to ask." My hand rested on Kurts inner thigh. "How was your first day of class? Where there any cute boys?"

"No." Kurt answered the correct response.

"Good. Im friends with one of your professors - Mr. Sterling. He promised to keep an eye on you. You will be in good hands with him." In good hands and out of the arms of adolescent boys. "Stop looking so grumpy. Youll thank me one day for this."

...

The End