The Family Business

Part I

"There must have been a mistake." Kurt Hummel ran his thumb over the platinum card his grandfather had handed him. He could see the truth with his eyes, feel it with his fingers and sense it with his skin: this was not a mistake. This was his new name - the new person he was about to become. The Kurt Hummel from Baton Rouge had been lost to forgotten memories and replaced with a stranger who lacked his confidence, certainty and charisma. Deep down Kurt knew this day would come. He knew it from the moment his flight landed in Ohio and his one suitcase managed to get lost between the airport and his grandfathers estate. There was nothing valuable in the suitcase: clothes, toiletries and a copy of War and Peace. Items of importance, picture albums and his mothers jewelry, did make it to his new room with perfect convenience that Kurt decided to never question. He knew his grandfather, Patrick Henderson, to be a peculiar man who thrives for perfection and expects the best. It only seemed fitting for the older man of sixty-eight to extend these expectations to his grandchild beginning with fashion. However to change a persons name was something Kurt did not anticipate. "This card you gave me," Kurt motioned with the card to better deflect the embarrassment his fathers name was clouding upon him. "It says Henderson, not Hummel. Someone must have gotten confused."

"Hummel," Patrick repeated the word as if it had a sour taste in his mouth. It was through this bitter pronunciation that Kurt came to feel an unsettling shame to the man his father was. It was a feeling Kurt was not familiar with or something he wanted to experience. "While I imagine this is a respectable name in the swamps of Louisiana, is not a name that will receive the same recognition here. A name like Hummel will not doubt ostracize you as guest to a guest, and not the grandson of a distinguished member."

Patrick Henderson did not possess the physical appearance to be a grandfather. His hair was still naturally youthful with its complete texture and color from his teenage years - thick luscious chestnut hair that impeccably matched his sixteen-year-old protégé. He did not have wrinkles, stiff limbs or ailing health to suggest an advancing age. His mind was ever sharp and clever enough to adapt to new technologies of the day. From first glance he did not look like Kurts grandfather. He looked like Kurts father with his strong walk and healthy strides. Whenever Kurt nervously looked at his grandfather, he could not help but see his future self, only less confident and less accomplished. 

"Trust me Kurt, admiration follows the Henderson name." The older man steadied his tone to an absolute authoritative voice of reason. It was then, in a peculiar flash of time, Kurt did not see his grandfather, but a stranger, and the very stranger Patrick no doubt intended for his only daughter to marry. "Your father was a kind man, a good man with a good heart. However, your mothers love for him is a baffling matter I cannot understand. She inherited the Henderson family beauty, graduated from a respected university and caught many gentlemens fancy, yet she chose the swamps over her potential." Patrick calmly spoke as if his conscience was silently thinking and Kurt was not the intended recipient for such thoughts. "In hindsight I understand where I went wrong with her and my other children."

With a fluent absentminded grace, Patrick glanced around the country club lobby for both eavesdroppers and a distraction from his late wife and daughters blue eyes. The beautiful shade that disgraces the marble floors, crystal chandeliers and exotic flowers. The lobby, despite its name was relatively private and exclusive to esteemed members only. Other than a towel boy, the waiting area was beautifully silent and unappreciated to the spectacular views of Cincinnatis skyscrapers separated by subtle rolling hills of green grass. Scattered across the field of green were mirror like streams and distinguished men playing golf.

"I gave my children too much freedom and not enough direction. I should not have allowed Elizabeth to study linguistics out of state - I should have known that someone would distract her from her true potential and expectations. I promised myself that I wouldnt make this same mistake with you." Patrick folded his hands on his lap and straighten his posture in the dark leather chair he was occupying. It was ultimately the natural sunlight reflected off his eyes that lead the older man to close his deep green eyes. "Teenagers have young and vulnerable minds that cannot separate worthy and unworthy companionship. They need parents to help them - to show them what is important and what is not."

Parents. The word was carelessly thrown as if it did not carry rich sacred meaning. It was not until Patrick paused to organize his next thought that he felt a cold sting touching his heart. A quick opening of his eyes showed similar pain in his grandchild. Parents. Kurt was not visiting him for a weekend or a holiday - Kurt had moved to Ohio after tragic news rocked the Henderson and Hummel households. The young orphan was barely sixteen when unfamiliar names and faces sent him packing to a new life in a different state.     

"I may be disappointed in my daughters decisions, but I did-do love her. Your father, albeit poor, did the best he could within his limited abilities and he was-is a man worthy of my affections."  Patrick stumbled over his words, not sure which tense to use. "I will do them right by you. I will help you reach your potential - both socially and economically. Anything else would be a disappointment on my part." 

 Kurt did not know if it was wise to speak or not. A part of him could not tell if his grandfather was still talking to him or someone else. "My parents were happy together. All they wanted was for me to be happy also."

"How do you know that they were happy?" Patrick did not flinch his body or bat his eyes with uncertainty. It was then that Kurt realized his grandfather was talking to him and not to himself. "They struggled to pay the bills each month. They had two miscarriages after you and they needed marriage counseling when you were four. That doesnt sound like a happy life or marriage to me."

"You dont have to be happy a hundred percent of the time to have happiness." In the vague shadows of Kurts memory, he could remember his parents frequently arguing when he was younger. The details association with these times were scarce and often times distracted with extended weekend trips to his grandfathers house. What his parents argued over or why they argued was not something Kurt ever learned. "Do you know why they needed marriage counseling?"

Something, maybe it was the small twinkle in Patricks eyes or the frown on his lips, suggested that he knew the reason or suspected the reason for his parents early marriage struggles. "Elizabeth and Burt got married at young ages. The problems they experienced involved their mental maturations and realization that the choices they made were not what they expected. They both made decisions and faced their regrets together."

The thin platinum card between Kurts fingers reminded the sixteen-year-old of his original concern and less of his parents. As far of he was concerned, his parents loved each other and they spent their lives happily together. "Where can I get my name changed? I would like to have this mistake corrected."    

"It is just a card, Kurt." Patrick carelessly waved his hand to express the insignificance of the piece of plastic. On the other side of the white marble room decorated with black furniture a family of three entered with lemonade drinks in hand. "Once the staff comes to recognize your face, the card will have no real importance. The people here will become your second family and we know everyone by name here." 

Kurt could not help but wonder which name Patrick will introduce him by: Kurt Hummel or Kurt Henderson. The answer laid easy in Kurts mind. "Now that we are here...what do you do?"

"Kurt, what did I tell you about biting your lower lip and hunching your shoulders? It is bad form and disgraceful." The teenager did not realize he was acting this way until his grandfather made light of it. "There are certain behaviors that people expect from Hendersons. Please do not disappoint me. It is bad enough that your uncles never had children of their own and one saw fit to vandalize the family name. I need at least one descendant to do me proud."

Aware of Patricks dislike for the word ‘sorry, Kurt corrected his posture to a position deemed appropriate. "Thank you for my pass to the club." Thank you - always a safe choice of words when other words seemed incorrect.

"If you are comfortable to part ways, I agreed to play golf with a friend of mine. Compliments to his son and the entire Anderson family, they scheduled some activities to entertain you until dinner. When I spoke with Nathanials son, I mentioned you like spas more than sports. I can only imagine he scheduled something along those lines for you."

"Do you mean Blaine Anderson?" Kurt spoke out of reflex. It had been years since he said or heard the name he had come to associate with selfish and cruel. The last time the sixteen year had seen the spoiled brat was at his fifth or sixth birthday party - a party Patrick threw for him when his family was visiting Ohio. It was difficult to remember every detail of the party, but Kurt could remember Blaine calling him names, pushing him in the pool and ultimately tripping him down a flight of stairs that ended with a twisted ankle.

Patrick lifted his chin and carefully analyzed the expressions crossing his grandsons demeanor. There was more negativity then positivity generating from his grandchild. "Dont hold any grudges against the boy. The last time you saw each other, Blaines parents were getting a divorce and he was feeling unloved. Minus a few eccentricities and questionable acquaintances, he has matured into a fine person; and he has expressed open eagerness to meet you again."

"He knew I couldnt swim and yet he pushed me in the deep end when the adults werent looking." Kurt snapped overcome by sudden memories of his mother screaming and a lifeguard giving him mouth-to-mouth. The experience alone was enough to scare him away from swimming pools and the desire to ever learn how to swim, not that Kurt was about to admit that aloud. "I remember him being overly sweet to everyone else, and mean to me like a demented clown when no one was watching."

"Enough." Patrick was careful not to raise his voice, but disappointment practically leaked from his tone. "Blaine was struggling with some issues when he was younger. Issues he has since overcome. Tell me Kurt, can you even remember what Blaine looks like?" Kurt lowered his head like a shameful puppy without an answer to defend himself. "You have a grudge against a bad memory - not the person. If you cannot remember what Blaine looks like, how can you dislike the person? He has changed, just as you have changed with age." An invisible force told Kurt to lift his head and reestablish eye contact like a mature adult unaffected by another persons disappointment. "Promise me that you will give the Anderson family a chance. They are excited to meet you, as are several other family friends and kids your age."

There was only one correct answer for Kurt to say to his only remaining relative, other than his uncle living a missionary life abroad. His other uncle unfortunately passed at a young age due to the effects of illicit drugs mixed with alcohol. "Yes, sir." Maybe if he was braver he would have defended himself further, but it was bad enough that he upset Patrick in the first place. Patrick, despite his faults, is a good man who never faulted to give him a home and a comfortable future when he became an orphan. "I am also eager to meet all your friends at dinner tonight."

Patrick secretly smiled at an internal idea, but he did not elaborate on his sudden display of pleasure. "Im glad to hear that. If you are comfortable on your own, I will leave you to the afternoon treatment the Andersons scheduled for you." A quick glance at his white gold Rolex reminded the older man of his approaching golf match. "Enjoy yourself. Make yourself comfortable and in a few hours we will meet for dinner. There will be many people joining us tonight. Remember people expect a certain element of grace from Hendersons - dont disappoint them."

In the grace that Kurt was expected to follow, Patrick stood up from his chair was walked across the marble floor to his upcoming activities. Yes, Patrick was tall, lean and handsome, but he was also someone people would compare Kurt against, and this was something Kurt was not emotionally ready to accept. However, whether he was ready or not had no importance.

He is a Henderson and not a Hummel.

...

"I understand patience is against your nature Nathanial, but you mustnt worry. Kurt is different from his mother." Patrick collected his golf club from the caddy without so much as a thank you. Caddies are hired help and generously paid - payment is after all the ultimate sign of gratitude. In addition to their service was a strict level of confidentiality that patrons gladly took advantage of. "He is like his father: eager to please and unaware of his own spine. Give him proper directions and nudges of encouragement, and then he will come to see things as we do."

Nathanial Anderson made an off-putting grunt and crossed his arms over his chest. The man of fifty was not one to dally in the unsatisfying state of foreplay, or in this case, an uneventful stagnant between the Andersons and Hendersons. From the moment he met the older man and laid eyes on the Henderson daughter, his relationship with the family had turned into a painful tease extending from new riches and forbidden sex. He was tired of waiting. "You left too much to chance with Elizabeth and she ran off with that damn southern hick. How can you so certain Kurt wont do the same?"

"Kurt is not his mother, and he wants to make me proud. You should see his face every time I say Im disappointed." Patrick both laughed and frowned. "Its like a tiny piece of him is breaking. I love the kid, do not get me wrong, but his personality is very un-Henderson like. Lucky for you and Blaine this works to your advantage."

"I hope youre right." Nathanial glared his eyes against the summer sunlight and pretended that sweat was not about to dampen his forehead. "I can only imagine Elizabeth with the personality youre describing. Her body was a delicious fuck that always left me wanting more. If she was not so damn stubborn, I could see her being a long-term bride."

The younger man showed no shame or embarrassment in his word usage or his view towards his friends daughter. From first introductions Nathanial never pretended to be indifferent to Elizabeth, including the few years she was underage and he was still married to his first wife. Moral high ground did not have to reach far for Patrick. Patrick ultimately approved the match and encouraged his daughter to spend long weekends alone with the man more than ten years her senior. "If Elizabeth agrees to marry you, then I approve the merger of our companies." Sex and new money, how could Nathanial say no all those years ago? 

"I do expect Blaine to treat Kurt differently. A divorce will immediately undo our partnership and Kurt will become sole owner of Henderson Real Estate." Patrick deeply stared into his friends deep hazel eyes and neatly groomed facial hair. The man was a few inches shorter than him, much to Patricks pleasure. "From what Ive heard about your son, he enjoys swinging a little too much and his friendship with the Smythe boy is questionable. Once they get married, what can I expect from Blaine in such regards?" Without too much concern in the answer, the older man swung his club and sent the small ball flying towards a distant flag.

The caddie in charge of Nathanials equipment quickly readied a club for his client to use. Similar to Patrick, Nathanial pretended that his server was invisible and deaf. "There is no point in comparing an Andersons sexual appetite with a Hendersons. You have been a widower for twenty some years and you have never showed interest in another woman - and you are a good-looking man. I had to juggle three blondes when I was unofficially dating your daughter. Other than once a week, Elizabeth was never in the mood for me, even then I had to get her drunk half the time. Mind you, that was in my prime. Today I can only handle the wife and one mistress. The wifes adventurous side in bed is expiring to an upcoming divorce and the mistress is a recent high school graduate who is flexible beyond belief." Nathanial took a quick swing at the golf ball with less precision than his partner. "Blaine knows that he will need to become more secretive when he and Kurt start dating. As for Sebastian, he is harmless and only looking for a good time."

In a separate golf cart from their caddies, both men boarded their vehicle and drove to the nearest ball. The summer sun had left its place at the highest peak in the sky and advanced halfway to the western horizon. The golf course was large enough to create the illusion that the two men were the only people playing.

"You are not the only person who has been doing some research." Nathanial manipulated the steering wheel between two narrow sidewalk corners. "From what Ive learned your grandson lacks a proper education. He attended public school until the fourth grade and then was home schooled by Elizabeth. How do you expect Kurt to survive Dalton next year? How do you expect Kurt to behave around kids his own age?"

Patrick already knew the answer to these questions and he could not help but be giddy for Nathanials impending response.  "I already asked Blaine to help Kurt with his studies. To ensure that they utilize their time to the maximum I have arranged for them to be roommates next year. Your son seemed pleased with my request. Pleasure only increased when I explained that Kurt was never taught a particular health studies lesson in his home school education. In addition, Elizabeth and Burts censorship of romance novels, teenage movies and vulgar music left Kurt completely naïve to a topic your son thrives in." Nathanial slowed down the golf cart and Patrick carelessly shrugged his shoulders. "All you need is patience, and all they need is incentive. I saw the way Blaine looked over Kurts pictures. It is the same way you drooled over Elizabeth. There is Blaines incentive to pursue Kurt. My grandson hates to disappoint anyone, especially me, which is why this is his incentive to allow Blaine to follow his instincts."

"For being sexual stiff, you dont seem to have a problem pimping your grandson."

Patrick stepped out of the cart and narrowed his bright green eyes. "Im assuring my grandson has a secure and comfortable future. I am helping him reach his potential. If I believed he was capable of managing my empire alone and I did not see a benefit with our companies merging, then I would be helping him in the way I saw fit."

"Whatever you say." Nathanial turned off the cart engine and snapped his fingers to the caddies. "This better work out. Blaine is accepting of our arrangement, although I do warn you: he has less patience then myself and he is more eager to fondle your grandson then he is to talk romance."

...

"Hello Mr. Henderson."

Kurt opened his mouth with the full intention to correct his name; however, the memory of Patrick disgracing his fathers name kept him silent in the white marble room.

"My name is Devon and this is Stewart. We will be your masseuses this afternoon."

The sixteen year old rubbed a bare foot over his exposed calf and dropped his stare to the floor. The two young men, albeit polite and professional, inflicted a particular feeling that Kurt could not explain. Maybe it was the sweet smell of vanilla and sandalwood coming from the candles and lotions, or maybe it was due to the boys uncovered chests and white shorts, but a collection of nerves squeezed inside his stomach and dizzied his concentration. It was not often Kurt was forced to interact with kids his own age, and these boys looked one or two years older than himself - maybe this was the cause of his unexpected waves of emotion.  "Hello."

"You have no reason to be nervous. Stewart and I know what were doing." Devon innocently smiled and slightly batted his eyes - or maybe it was only the shadow of his long eyelashes that distracted his bashful customer. "If you are ready, you can disrobe and get comfortable. We will be back in a few minutes." 

In the deepest layers in Kurts mind, the teenager knew Devon to be the most handsomely cute stranger he has ever laid eyes on. His curly black hair and wild bangs was enough to itch Kurts fingers with the need to run his fingers through the thick locks. Then, and only after Kurt was able to look beyond the bright hazel eyes that glowed with enchantment, he unknowing swooned at the boys maturing facial hair. Despite all attempts not to stare; the force of gravity eventually directed his mesmerized eyes to admire the olive tone abdomen that shimmered with a fresh coat of oil. The rich display of flesh was enough to weaken the teenagers knees and cast a curious tickle up his leg.

The sudden rush of hormones Kurt did not realize he could produce, visibly shock his body and dilated his pupils. "Do you have any questions?" Stewart leaned in closer with both arms slightly stretched, ready to catch his client in case fatigue was to overpower him.

For the first time Kurt pried his eyes off the first stranger and analyzed the second boy who was attractive in his own right. Stewart was taller than his companion and from a different gene pool that looked more European than Philippian. It was ultimately the mans thick eyebrows and defined facial structures that forced Kurt to hitch his breath and absentmindedly step forward to the emerald eyes studying him. One-step was all it took for Kurt to remember his place and purpose.

"Will you both be coming back? In my..." Kurt dropped his hands on his waist as if he was still wearing jeans and not a complimentary white robe. "In my schedule it said a woman would be helping me." It was difficult for Kurt to understand why the touch of a woman seemed more desirable and less embarrassing than a man. As a general rule women were easier for him to interact with, and the two boys in front of him were awaking components of his body he was not interested in exploring. It went unknown in Kurts mind if all boys his age could cause these feelings or if there was something special about these two.  Surely, their attractive faces and bodies were not the sole culprits of his flushed cheeks.

"Yes," Devon cautiously stepped forward, almost afraid that he if advanced too quickly then his customer would flee like a fawn. The look of uncertainty was blatantly obvious in Kurts deep blue eyes. "Madison had to leave early today. Even then, she only offers our standard massages. Youre scheduled for our deluxe two-person massage - which is Stewart and my specialty."

Stewart followed his partners lead and curved his frame around the left side of Kurts body. "We will help relax every muscle and lather you with our finest oils and lotions from around the globe. You cannot help but find this tempting." 

Tempting. Kurt could practically feel the heat of Stewarts breath on his face. In a slow helpless act that eventually created a smirk on the tallest mans face, Kurt gingerly turned in head until they were barely nose-to-nose. If Kurt allowed himself to state his suspicions, then he would admit that black rings of desire were narrowing his masseuses emerald irises. Desire of what exactly was a separate matter that Kurt refused to consider.    

"There is nothing for you to be confused about. All you have to do is undress and lay down for us." Devon brushed the center of his body against the right side of his client. Desire that Kurt could see in Stewarts eyes matched the heat coming from Devon. "I take it you have never received a massage like this before."

"It is important that you behave like a Henderson and not act like a Hummel." Kurt echoed his grandfathers words. "As far as any should be able to tell. You were raised into this lifestyle." 

"I-Ive had massages like this before." Kurt lied to the best of his skills with half whispered mumbles and avoided eye contact. "Ive had multiple massages..."

It was in these traces of falsehood that knowingly lead Devon to reach for the hem of Kurts robe and for Stewart to run his hands over the slender shoulders. "In that case..." Devon squared himself directly in front of the sixteen year old. "You know what to expect."

Lost in bright hazel pools and forgetful of life outside the almond stare, Kurt stayed still and unaware of the undoing of his robe. In a graceful flow that Patrick would surely approve of, the robe slipped over his porcelain shoulders and down his arms. It was ultimately the cool air touching his nudity that awoke Kurt to his new truth. The cool sensations did not last before the contextual heat of surrounding bodies warmed his flesh and burnt the elastic around his hips.

"You wear many layers." Stewart whispered against Kurts ears and slipped his fingers under the thin fabric preserving the youngest boys manhood. "Im sure an experienced boy like you knows you have to be naked for this to work." 

"Why do you look scared?" Devon carefully cradled his clients neck - secretly preventing the teenager from resisting the removal of his underwear. In a less than secret attempt, Kurt watched the hazel eyes previously holding him captive analyze his eyes, nose and lips. Extra appreciation could be felt against Kurts mouth and the hint of moister on his lower lip nearly froze in panic when Devon brushed his thumb over the saliva. "It is bad matters to bite your lips." In an unspeakable act that Kurt was not expecting, the raven-haired man slowly licked his thumb. "You can lay down on your stomach now."

The heat and pressure secured around his neck fell from Devons hands and restored Kurts concentration partway. When did Stewart remove his underwear and where did he put it?

One by one the lights in the private chamber dimmed until their existence faltered into complete dependence upon the scattered candlelight. The room became darker than Kurt was anticipating and the golden light surrounding the massage table illuminated his exposed nudity to a degree that appeared more romantic then practical. Shadows from the flickering candle light dazzled across Devon and Stewarts chests, and every so often tricked Kurt into staring at the dark hairs going down their navels and under the seam of their shorts.      

"D-dont I get a t-towel?" Kurt used one hand to cover his sex and the other to cover his backside - neither attempt reach the degree of privacy he was hoping. "May I have one?"

"There is no need to bashful with us. Weve both seen our fair share of naked men." Stewart squeezed a particular bottle of ointment into his hands. The rich scent of vanilla nearly dizzied Kurts senses. "Nudity is a common practice in some parts of the world. When I was living in France I used to visit to the nude beaches all the time."

A noticeable tremble extended from Kurts knees and rocked his entire body with burning nerves. Why did he suddenly care what he looked like or what the others thought of him? He is human and all people share the same image. In the documentaries he used to watch about native tribes from around the world, the men and women would walk with pride - they were proud of the nudity. However, why could he not help but guess that something was different about his situation? 

"Relax."

Kurt followed the soothing voices summing him towards the table and he carefully laid down as Devon directed him. His backside stayed exposed to wandering eyes and exploring hands, and his arms nestled themselves under his chest. It was ultimately Devon who released a husky grunt that motivated Kurt to press his face against the soft patting. "This is normal." Kurt coached himself between deep breathes.

"Now, would you please lay your arms to the sides?" Devon spoke over Kurts head.

From the lower end of the table Stewart instructed his own directions. "Hang your legs over the edges."

"What?"

Devon did not falter for a second. "Relax, Kurt. We are trying to help you loosen your stiff muscles. You are a smart experienced boy. You should know how this works."

Smart. Experienced. Two compliments Patrick was unlikely to ever tell him. There was little question over how the older man viewed his home-school education. One of Kurts biggest pet peeves is when his grandfather defines certain words to him or explains literary and historical references that Patrick assumes he does not know.

"Beautiful." Stewart motivated Kurt to widen his legs further and bend his knees up the table. "Is this more comfortable for you?"

A distinguished snapping sound folded at the other end of the table, and the full length of the table condensed in half with Kurts exposed buttock at the edge.

Kurt was not about to mention a particular tingle beginning to ache in his sex, a tingling that enhanced in demand if he leaned his weight against it and rubbed it against the table. "Its different."

Stewart stepped around the folded table and stood behind his clients vulnerable backside. "A good difference I trust."

An answer was not given before a warm tingling ointment glossed between his shoulder blades and down his spine - sending thousands of goosebumps in its path. The hands were rougher than Kurt was expecting, but a delicious welcome of masculinity that would be difficult for a female to match. "Relax for us."

Starting from the upper curve of Kurts ass and working up, a second and colder ointment stretched across the trembling flesh. "Tell us about yourself." Stewart hummed as his skilled fingers massaged into the porcelain skin that smelt of curious virginity. "How long have you lived in Ohio? Ive never seen you before."

"Do you have a girlfriend or a boyfriend?" Devon pried with the question that concerned him more. As if his next act could affect the answer to his question, the raven-haired man curved his hands on either side of the thin abdomen and sinfully squeezed. The delicious pressure on sensitive nerves rewarded his ears with an absentminded gasp. "Your body is so tense. If you have a lover he is doing a poor job."

Kurt wanted to answer. He tried to answer, however the moment he opened his mouth to speak, hands coated with cold oils dropped to his inner thighs. The coolness alone did not influence Kurts ability to speak, but rather the uncertainty over how high these talented hands would crawl up his legs.  

"I...no...no."

Stewart made a disapproving noise with his tongue and gently brushed his hands to the lower curve of the naked ass. "Do you ever treat your body with the pleasure of another man? You dont need a boyfriend for a quick satisfying touch." 

"W-what?"

"Relax," Devon leaned his weight closer to the table and leaned over his client. Aware of the distance between his groin and Kurts head, Devon stretches his arms further down the naked back. A suggestive swirl between cool and warm oils tantalizingly tickled the youngest man with a renewed sense of want that sent his hips rocking against the table in a single stroke. "Were just making normal small talk. We are here to help you. You have no reason to be embarrassed. Now answer the question."

It was difficult to tell if this was normal behavior for teenagers or not. What topics do teenagers talk about? Homeschooled since the fourth grade and typically friends with people three times his age, healthy social skills were a confusing subject for the sixteen-year-old. "I dont...understand what you are asking. I am not old enough to have a boyfriend. Ah!" Kurt tightly held onto the side of the table and buckled his weight against the firm patting. "W-what are you doing?"

Stewart did not justify his actions, but rather slithered his wet fingers further up his ass and down the sides - igniting a foreign sensation of eagerness Kurt did not know.

"How old are you? Sixteen? Seventeen? Both are appropriate ages to start exploring the male anatomy, besides what were doing is healthy for a boy like you."

Kurt pressed his head deeper into the table and concentrated his efforts on his crotch and the persistent throbbing taking hold of his sex. His sex was demanding something - attention, touches or better yet Stewarts hands lathered in silky ointment... "Kurt, dont think silly thoughts."

"Youre doing well." Stewart hesitated in speech when he noticed his young client buckle his hips against the table - knowingly or unknowingly seeking the sinful desire he himself was lusting for. "I need you to relax more for me. I need to relax these muscles." Freshly slick and ready for a new challenge, the older boy brushed two fingers between his clients buttocks. Much to his pleasure, and the pleasure of the hazel eyed man watching, Kurts body was a uniform gift of fair and blemish free skin. "Can you stretch your legs wider for me?"

Kurt did not stretch his legs wider, but rather he tightened his legs across the table - innocently seeking more friction against his sex. The reminded fantasy of hands and oils on his sex shamed the boy with greed.

"Excellent." Devon praised - forgetful of his own responsibilities and mystified by the sinful reality of a naïve virgin being lathered in ointment and humping into a table. "I know what you want, Gorgeous. Look at me and lift your hips."

Kurt did not catch the compliment, but rather fell into the tempting trap and the full trust that Devon knew what his body was seeking. With both open palm under his shoulders, Kurt hesitantly looked up and surrounded the existing strength in his legs by flexing them around the table and lifting his hips upwards. Recognizable heat was coming from his sex and its full length was firmly pressed against his stomach - something Kurt did not know was possible.

Stewart cast a quick glance at his partner, but Devon was too preoccupied with the aroused face making sweet noises between panting lips to notice him. It was the same look the raven haired man gave the numerous pictures his father gave him of the young Henderson boy. "You look just like your pictures."

"Ah!"

The sound of Devon talking and the distant waterfall fountain fell into an oblivion of silence and skipped heartbeats when hot wet pressured wrapped around his sex. It was a sensation his body never knew or expected to experience, and it was a phenomenon he did not want to end. If this is how massages feel, why dont more people get them?

"Open your eyes. I want to watch this." Devon gently pressed his thumbs against Kurts throat and his callous fingers rubbed circles over the flushed cheeks. At the same time Stewart tormented his young client by making Kurt rock his sex to the ultimate point of satisfaction. "Thats it..." Noticeable confusion twinkled in Kurts eyes up to the point that Devon did not know whether to laugh or take off his own shorts that were tightening with each breath. His husky tone suggested his preferred option. "Keep looking at me. I want to watch you...relax. You really are taking this like a professional. Your grandfather would be pleased."

Sweat glistened across the fair body thriving for a desired outcome he could not explain. The muscles in his legs were exhausted to the point they felt like fire, but a strange animalistic behavior controlling the pleasure on his sex motivate him to keep going.

"Almost there...I can see it." Devon purred his words - acting as if his hands were controlling Kurts building lust and his influence would ultimately release Kurts pent up lust. "Almost there. Just a little longer. Go faster for me." Hazel and blue eyes locked in a frantic state as overwhelming pleasure consumed the teenager and every muscle in his body tensed. "Cum for me."

Kurt did not know where Devon wanted him to go, but the soothing nature of his tone released something inside him and a temporary blackout of his vision. Vision did not regain its light until Devon relaxed his face against the table and both men amused themselves at the far end of the table.

"Youre welcome Kurt. May I say you did that this like a pro?" Stewart whistled.

At the same time Devon directed his attention to his clients buttock and the tight entrance worthy of more attention.  "Kurt I wish you could see how beautiful your face just was."

Beautiful. Was this appropriate talk from a masseuse?   

"How often do you touch yourself like that?"

The evidence of his sticky release itched Kurts skin and stung his eyes with a hint of salt that did not make sense. He did not understand why he was crying, but he felt the need to do so. "N-never."

"How often do you touch yourself here?" Devon lightly slapped Kurts ass. A teary head nod was the only answer given to him. "What a shame." Unexpectedly and without warning, the shortest man wormed an oily finger into the trembling form that beautifully curved around the shape of his finger. Sharp inhalations from his young client helped Devon remember of who he was and what he was trying to accomplish. "Relax, I know what Im doing."

"Ah!" The familiar moan did not possess the same elements of pleasure as before, but rather unbroken pain. 

"Hush Kurt." Stewart schooled at the same time Devon inserted a second finger. "Not all forms of relaxation come without pain, and we need to massage all of your muscles."

Devon widened his own legs and snaked one arm under his clients slender waist. "Has anyone ever told you that you have a flexible body? If you want to stay flexible, then its important that you touch yourself this way every day."

Another tear rolled own the pink cheek. The teenager felt lost and scared in a vacant void with no light and no sound. All he wanted, all he needed, was for something warm and solid to hold him and offer sweet words of comfort. Instead cold fingers continued to poke inside him while his mind floated away like a balloon without a string.

"Ah!" The additional pain of a third finger pushed inside him sent millions of nerve impulses to his brain - capturing his floating mind and crashing it against his body. "It hurts!" How could his massage have gone from mind-numbing bliss to excruciating pain?  

"It shouldnt take long before you find a sensitive nerve that..."  Timing could not have been closer to perfection when Stewart trailed off his sentence and an aroused scream broke from the pale-skinned boy. "There you go." Devon slightly withdrew his fingers before taking aim at his clients prostate once more.

A series of sharp jostles targeted against Kurts secret physiology and jerked the teenagers reflexes in multiple directions. Limitations and the maneuver of his body was firmly restricted by the muscular arm around his waist.

"Beautiful Kurt. Any man would be happy to have you. With a little more practice, your body will be able to fit any man, or even two." Stewart reached under his clients hips and grabbed the sticky appendage he previous tormented into orgasm. "I see someone is ready for a second go. With a reboot rate like this, you could handle multiple lovers, isnt that right Killer?"

Devon surrender the tiny scrapes of professionalism Kurt may still believe him to possess and he pressed the weight of his body closer to his clients exposed backside. The district outline of his own sex went unknown by Kurt. "Multiple lovers indeed, just like his mother."

"W-w-what?" Kurt accidently screamed when Devon increased his pressure and Stewart rushed him into an agonized state where words were mere noises to his ears. Familiar buildup coiled inside his stomach and eventually released itself into another mans hand.

Relaxation Kurt was not expecting engulfed around his body and pain breathed new air when Devon pulled his fingers out. Pain only worsened to an absolute state of fear when Devon carefully rolled him onto his back with his legs hung over the table like dead weight.  For the first time since he was stripped naked, shame and broken pride laced over Kurt and motivated the teenager to cover his sticky and limp sex with his shaking hands. Desire that he had previous seen and felt in his masseuses had enhance in strength and demand. It was unsetting, and worst, it looked violently animalistic.

"I-is it over?"

Stewart smirked at the question, however Devon answered by leaning over the teary-eyed boy. "For today, yes. Although I do worry that I may want a second show after dinner tonight."

Heat boiled over the teenager and his flesh slowly turned from pink to red. The candle light room appeared brighter and the sweet vanilla had lost its sent. "W-what do you mean?"

"Patrick invited us to your ‘Welcome to Ohio party or as Sebastian and I like to refer to it as, your ‘Debutant Dinner."

The tallest boy had a frown on his lips. Suddenly the attractive face Kurt was previously admiring turned into an arrogant appearance he wanted to avoid. "Im sure your grandfather mentioned us, or at least Im sure he mentioned my friend. He has high hopes for the two of you."

Kurt did not speak, nor did he try. It was unlike his grandfather to associate with the help or interact with those he saw as unfit.

"I understand if youre upset." Stewart raised a single eyebrow and mocked a suggestive hint of sympathy. "I suggested we introduce ourselves over drinks tonight. Blaine said he wanted a more memorable introduction to the Hendersons gorgeous grandson. Looking back, I understand Blaines desire to get you naked sooner rather than later."

Blaine. Blaine Anderson. Kurt shifted his shoulders and tensed his legs. The handsome face from before no longer look mature or masculine, but rather the spoiled expression of a naughty child who was willing to test fate and drown him in a deep pool. The same Blaine Anderson whom his grandfather praised as ‘changed and a ‘good man. Is this Patricks definition of a proper gentlemen? "Y-you lied...w-was that even a real m-massage?"

"I didnt lie. Devon is my middle name, and Stewart is...oh I guess I havent introduced you yet. This is my friend Sebastian Stewart Smythe. His family is also friends with your grandfather. Gregory Smythe also manages all our families legal affairs, and Sebastian will one day handle our legal workings." Stewart nodded his head and laughed at his friends choice of words. "Of course that was a real massage. The only difference is we massaged muscles typically reserved for the bedroom. Or in Sebastian and my case, the bedroom, public restroom or the neighbors guestrooms at boring parties." Kurt continued to protect his private anatomy with both hands and pretended that Blaine was not caressing his inner thighs. "Patrick trusts me to help you adapt to our taste of life. I figured, why not treat you with a brief lesson on sex? Considering your pathetic upbringing that failed to teach you any subjects of merit, I needed to begin somewhere. I know your mother covered her sex scandals from you; and I can tell your grandfather likes to pretend he doesnt have a libido, but we all know he has a special kink for poor maids and waitresses. Why should you be any more virtuous then them? As Sebastian and I just discovered, you arent."

Sex. Libido. Kink. What did these words mean?  Kurt was not about to display his ignorance. "Behave like a Henderson and not act like a Hummel."

"M-my family is virtuous...."

"Sure they behave virtuous." Blaine quipped and brushed his tight shorts against Kurts legs. "But like you, they are desperate for action. The only difference between you and them is their discretion. Precious Elizabeth hid her affair with my father quite nicely...it was only after she got pregnant that rumors spread. Lucky for the Henderson familys virtue, it was the southern mans sperm who ultimately impregnated her. Interesting story, dont you think? We could have been brothers instead of lovers, or brothers and lovers."

Kurt tried to wiggle away, but stopped when Blaine squeezed his legs. "Stop talking."

"Your grandfather is a champion of secrecy. It has been twenty-plus years since his wife passed, and he has managed to hide every prostitute, every under age girl who has laid in his bed secret from the public. It is impressive indeed."

Sebastian crossed his arms and passively watched his friend destroy the youngest boys remaining pride.

"What would dear granddaddy think if he realized his lovely grandson was less skilled in honoring the virtuous Henderson glory? What would grandpa think if he knew you were so easy to undress and lay down for strange men? Go shower and clean up your fallen virtue." Blaine lowered his head further - closing the short distance to Kurts lips. "Kiss me and say thank you. Otherwise I may accidently tell Patrick that youre a slut who has sucked more cocks then your homeschooled education can count."

What is a slut? What are cocks? What was wrong with his education? "I-I dont understand..."

"I know you dont. Which is why I have so much work to do on you." Blaines breath was hot against the youngest boys mouth. "Now, do as I said."

It was a simple kiss, the type of kiss Kurts father used to give his mother after dinner. Only their sweet kisses carried love, this kiss tasted of sarcasm and ridicule.  "T-thank you."

...

Elizabeth Hummel. Elizabeth Henderson was a good person, Kurt repeatedly told himself. He reiterated these words in the shower, he echoed these sentiments as he dressed, and he rejected any falsehood claiming otherwise. Fearful that Blaine Andersons cruel words would return to his memory, Kurt sang his desired truth to a point until it was absolute fact in his heart. Where was Blaines respect and humanity? What was the point of challenging his mothers faithfulness and his grandfathers loyalty?

"Do you want to know the truth about your mother? She was a slut. She seduced my father while she was married to your father." Blaine stated pointedly and without compassion. "In her defense, my father started fucking her when she was barely legal and he was still married to his first wife. My father told me all about the Henderson whore a few years back - he described her as his perfect fuck: bashfully horny and easy to undress. I may not share my fathers interest in gender choice, but his description of their times together was enough to make me question my sexuality. His favorite words to describe her were: tight, flexible and desperate. I guess your father wasnt that good in bed." 

"Shut-up!"

"By why would I? There is more to the story." Blaine followed Kurt to the shower room. "After years of sneaking around and rocking the sack, your mother realized she was pregnant with you. Whos the daddy became the hot topic at the time? Anyone with common sense knew whom Patrick was rooting for. My father and your mother would have made the perfect match and our family businesses could have become one. They did three DNA testing on you to ensure the southern hick was in fact your father - I guess desperate times call for desperate measures."

"Shut-up!"

"Here is another piece of the story for you to suck on. My father wanted you to be his. He made that very clear to me as a child. I was the accident and you were the failure. Sadly, your mother ran away to the swamps before father had the chance impregnate her, this time with his child."

Kurt shoved the foul memories aside, only to be reminded of the naughty sins reflecting in the older boys green eyes. How could he look at Nathanial Anderson after the things Blaine told him? Did his grandfather know these rumors? Of course, not, Patrick respects his daughter too much to tolerate such lies. "E-e-excuse me?" The raven-haired man sipping from a whisky glass and lounging in a leather chair smirked.

Shortly after Kurt cleaned up, he received an invitation from Nathanial requesting his presence for quick introductions since their ten years apart. In the rustic restaurant bar that glowed with lust and smelled of cigar smoke, it was not difficult for the teenager to recognize a man who resembled Blaine. Only this man had the generous effects of time on his side.

Nathanial Anderson smiled and uncrossed his legs. A handsome beard neatly groomed his face and a sense of determination spoke from his eyes. "I said you look like your mother. She was a very pretty girl. Im sorry to hear what came of her."

"H-how did you know her? She never mentioned you before." 

A smile that Kurt did not recognized curved the older mans lips. If Kurt was paying closer attention and the room was brighter, then he may have noticed the slight dilation of the mans eyes. "Yes, she and I had a history together. It is a shame she moved after you were born, I would have liked to have known her son better." A particular eeriness lasted in the mans hidden story. Thankfully, the man took another drink to calm his external irritations that were unsettling his guest. "It was always my intention to marry her. We would have made a good family together." A natural pause allowed Kurt to understand the sentiment. "I have a son your age - Blaine. He and I have similar likes, dislikes and means of acquiring our goals. I cannot help but suspect that he will appreciate you as I appreciated your mother."

"Excuse me?"

"Dont worry." Nathanial raised one hand at Kurts defensive tone. "Andersons are gentlemen and often times our advances happen before you realize or are willing to admit it. Your mother did not realize her love for me until it was too late."

Another sparkle twinkled the mans deep blue eyes. There was something missing yet extra in his words, and it left Kurt with an unspeakable itch under his skin. The touch of Nathanials eyes on his face and body almost felt worse than Blaine and Sebastian groping his nudity. "Y-youre very abrupt."

"Anderson men are." Nathanial tipped his head in such an angle that he appeared to be looking at artwork instead of a person. "We take what we want, and we hate to lose. However, the ends always seem to work in our favor, and I believe you and I will become family one day. I knew your mother well, and I believe she would approve of the match."

"Pardon me?"

"Your grandfather warned me you were struggling with basic mannerism. A small suggestion before he returns: listen when someone talks to you. Asking people to repeat themselves time and time again is bad manners." Nathanial took another drink and crossed his legs. "Whenever Elizabeth was confused on basic social conventions she relied on me to help her. Im sure my son is someone you can come to depend on for similar assistance."

Familiar shame darkened the teenagers cheeks. The physical act of submission pleased the older man secretly observing. "Yes, your relationship with Blaine will come to morph my companionship with your mother. Something about Henderson genes stirs excitement in Anderson men. You have what we desire."

"E-excuse..." Kurt quickly bit his lower lip and dropped his eyes to the floor in embarrassment. Is this how wealthy people normally talk? 

Nathanial checked his watch in effort to hide another laugh. The teenagers vulnerability and innocence perfectly matched Patricks description. "My son and his friend should be here any minute. They took an instant fancy when Patrick showed them pictures of you. They also mentioned their desire to see you in person sooner rather than later. Have you had the chance to meet them yet?"

"N-no."

"You look tense, son." Nathanial granted himself permission to say with a sharp edge of humor in a side laugh - humor that suggested he knew the truth about Kurts massage. Leading to the question brooding in Kurts mind: was he the first Henderson to be tricked by an Anderson? Did his mother undress for Nathanial and did she allow him to touch her inappropriately? If Kurt was able to read minds, then he would have seen the incestuous imagine of the raven haired man unzipping Elizabeths pink dress and undoing her matching bra.  "Didnt my son schedule you an afternoon massage to help...liberate that tension inside you? It is impressive how refreshed some of our patrons feel after a male masseuse touches them in places they cannot reach or are too embarrassed to explore."

In the entrance of the bar Kurt recognize Patrick and a few strangers following behind him. "What are you trying to say?"

"Patrick promised your friendship to my son." Nathanial raised his right arm, waving for the others to join them. "I would hate for you to disappoint him."

...

Four Weeks Later

Kurt Henderson. The name on the pearly invitation did not spark emotion in Kurt like it used to. It was not the passage of time that dulled these reactions - a month had barely gone by, and even then time seemed to have flashed by, leaving hazy memories in its path and the confused feeling that it was still early summer. Time felt out of sync with the sudden changes in Kurts wardrobe, hair and the overall character. Kurt Hummel no longer existed as far as the future or anyone else could tell.

He was now a Henderson. There was no going back, only forward. "Ah!" Kurt clutched both sides of the porcelain bowl sink and leaned the majority of his weight over the countertop - dropping the summer invitation to the marble floor. The reflection staring back at him did not belong to him, it could not be. Yes, this stranger shared his eyes and facial structures, but his hair had far too much product in it and his clothes were too tight. Kurt was not a person to concern himself with vanity, yet his reflection showed otherwise. When he and Blaine went to the mall to buy new clothing for him. Patrick firmly instructed him to allow Blaines affluent eye to design his new style. "He knows what I expect and what will make you look good. Dont reject his suggestions." In the beginning Kurt came to approve Blaines fashion choices, however as the sizes became smaller and fabric tighter, Kurt became increasingly aware of every curve in his arms, abdomen, legs and ass. "You look very fuck-able, my friend." Blaine whispered at every chance he had, occasionally he would squeeze the teenagers groin and rear end. In subtler attempts to be suggestive, the raven-haired teen would rest his chest against Kurts back and place the flat on his palm on Kurts lower abdomen. "How does this feel against you?" Half the time the younger boy did not know if Blaine was talking about the shirt or the shape of his body pressed against him.

In vain Kurt explained to Patrick his hesitations regarding the youngest Anderson, however time and time again Patrick would ridicule him for his disrespect. "Please dont disappoint me further." To disappoint someone was worse than to anger someone, and Kurts internal battle between pride and shame ultimately surrender in favor to his only family member who gave him a home when he needed one.

"Stop-stop-stop!" Kurt bit his tongue before his pleas turned into panicked screams. He did not want the others to hear him, but he could not shake off the feeling that more than one person was suspecting the truth, or worse listening from the other side of the door. "Im sorry! Ah!"

Blaine leaned his weight against the bathroom wall and watched the tortured reflections crossing the beautiful face. Neglecting Kurts comfort and feeding into his own entertainment, Blaine increased the digital number on the black remote in his hands and watched its enhanced effects force Kurt to widen his legs and clutch the sink until his knuckles turned white. Part of Blaine wished he could hear the automatic vibrations taunting his soon-to-be boyfriend, but it was too much fun watching the virtuous teenager squirm in public when Patrick was watching.

"What are you sorry for? Are you sorry for lying to me or defying me?"

Unconcerned if his sinfully tight pants would rip in half, Kurt slid his feet in opposite directions and desperately searched for an ounce of comfort. Heat and restrained freedom of his sex pressed against the internal seam of his zipper - causing a second wave of discomfort that Kurt was too embarrassed to admit.

"B-both..."

"I allow you to get away with many things." Blaine uncrossed his arms and advanced closer to his young companion in distress. "I give you many things and I sing your praises to Patrick about your development into a respectable gentleman. If it wasnt for me, your grandfather would see you no better than as a disgrace to the Henderson name. We both know how much you dont want that." Another increased switch in the remote dial faulted Kurt to roll his head back and for his mouth to fall open. Noticeable traces of sweat seeped down his chest and under his arms, compromising the integrity of the silk fabric. "After we met you asked me to help make Patrick proud of you. In exchange I told you to play with the special bedroom toys I gave you as a welcoming gift. For the first couple of weeks I kept my end of the deal, you however did not. If only you behaved, I wouldnt make your wear this thing whenever we are together."

Thing. Blaine spared Kurts ears from the vibrator that felt more like a shock collar a wandering dog might wear. One false move on Kurts part, and Blaine would secretly punish him. There was no limitation on when or where Blaine would exercise his authority. If anything, the raven-haired boy tended to abuse his power more often than not in public and in front of Patrick or Sebastian. Most times punishments consisted of three or four mild vibrations. Often times more serious offenses transferred to the bathroom with Kurts underwear at his feet. Today he remained completely dressed and the vibrations were nearing its maximum rate.

"I-I said I was sorry..."

"Ever since last night you have been resisting me." Blaine spat and increased the remote another dial. Whether Kurt could still comprehend his words did not stop the teen from talking. "The movie you and I watched last night ended late and Patrick offered the guest room to me so I wouldnt have to drive in the dark. You argued and said it was safe enough to drive home. Sometimes I cannot help but believe you do not appreciate me. Then again, considering I made you wear this thing all night and gave you a few happy surprises throughout the night, maybe you like it a little too much. In case that is not proof enough. You no longer resisted me when I put this in you. Before Sebastian and I had to team up to get this inside without hurting you." Blaine enhanced the rate to its full potential and sat the remote aside on the countertop. Never before had he turned the vibrator this high. Despite Kurts clothes and its advertised claim to be silent, Blaine was able to recognize the faint sound of persistent vibrations.

"A-a-ah!"

Blaine watched new drops of sweat leak from under Kurts skin and dampen the fabric until it was nearly see-through. "Keep taking it." In a graceful transition, Blaine helped Kurt turn around and pressed the teens rear end against the marble countertop, mildly dislodging the vibrator deeper inside. "I know you like this."

"S-stop...!"

The older teenager rubbed his left thigh against his friends tight crotch. Completing ignoring the request that surely echoed outside the bathroom and down the hall. "Im not going to stop until you cum. Come on Sexy, cum for me. Make Patrick proud by making me happy."

Against Kurts inner wishes, he wrapped his arms around Blaines neck and eventually surrender any resistance stopping him from humping against the thigh between his legs. The addicting bliss crowned over him and removed all connections he had to place and time. It was in this state of pleasure that he shamefully did not want to end, but weakening willpower eventually gave into a hot orgasm that nearly suffocated in his skinny jeans.  

"Good-boy." Blaine kissed the sweaty forehead and stepped back to admire his distraught lover. A quick reminder of continued vibrations told Blaine to turn off the toy wedge inside Kurt. "You look disgusting."

Kurt blushed all the while struggling to stand up without Blaines support. 

"Youre covered in sweat and your own cum. Take these clothes off, remove your toy, and clean up. When youre done, meet me in the pool house." Blaine ordered. "Patrick is expecting you to make new friends at his party. Lets not disappointment him further with your own lust."

"W-what should I wear?"

The pearly white invitation remained forgotten at Kurts feet. "Youre a smart boy. You know how to read. Read your invitation and bring your naked ass out when youre cleaned up."   Blaine winked before stepping into the hallway. 

Kurt did not need to reread the invitation. He read it before and chose to act ignorant. It was his hope that other people in attendance would respect his decision to avoid participate certain party activities; however, Blaine beat him to it by ruining his clothes.

Pretending that he was in his own bathroom and no one was waiting for him, Kurt removed his sticky clothes one item at a time. The shower was nice and hot, however the memory of steam on his skin fell cold when he stepped out of the shower and realized Blaine had returned and stolen his outfit covered in bodily fluids.

It was time for his role in the party to begin. The people in attendance were Blaines friends and the children of Patricks associates. Maybe they would be better than Blaine and Sebastian, however the approaching deadline to the party carved away any hope and the tone within the party invitation became brattier.

Kurt Henderson, please join me for my annual summer party. Clothing is not optional; keys will be confiscated until the following morning and do not forget: what happens Aunty Tanas Casa stays at Aunty Tanas Casa.

...

Through a savoring grace that went unseen by Blaine, a collection of towels was neatly stored in a cabinet underneath the sink. The towels were longer and wider than Kurt was used to, however he was not about to second-guess the size that was able to wrap around his waist twice. In between each ginger step closer to the pool house the plush nature of the towel would touch his sex and sore rear end, reminding the teenager of his near state of public nudity and previous torments.  It was difficult to state which component of the party he was least looking forward to: his nudity, other peoples nudity, mockery of his previous orgasmic screams, underage alcohol abuse or his inability to swim. On and on each situation worsened in Kurts mind as he continued to contemplate his options and near the loudening laugher of teenage boys and girls.

Kurt turned the corner into the pool house just in time to see Sebastian collecting a pile of poker cards in the center of a glass table.   

"There is a first time for everything." The statement, albeit, while simplistically true scratched Kurts ears with an untainted feeling of disgust. Did Sebastian Smythe have to leave his promiscuous mark at every easy target? The handsome face was more than a walking hormone; Kurt knew this to be true. The youngest member of the affluent family had a list of accomplishments that shamed and amazed Kurt. Of course, Sebastian would be the last to recognize these accomplishments unless nudity was promised at the end. According to the rows of metal trophies and newspaper articles in the Smythe mansion, Sebastian was a two year national champion in lacrosse, a winner of three model UN conferences, and the righteous editor and chief of the Dalton Post.

Despite ones understanding of this information to be true, the seventeen year old did not look the part in his swimming trunks and a half empty bottle of liquor in his hand. Then again compared to his fellow partygoers, he was a stunning image of refreshed restrain. The worst offender of underage drunkenness was a tie between two girls struggling to keep their heads up and their bras on. The halfhearted struggle to stay dressed did not last long before the host of the summer party requested her winning pot. 

"Alright ladies, hand them over." Santana Lopez wickedly rested her chin on her palm and used her other hand to motion winners greed. Under the poker table the Latino beauty crossed her legs and tapped her left toes against the stone flooring.  Anyone still sober and familiar with the rules of poker were more than aware that Santana had lost the match to the drunken blondes playing the same hand. "Let me see some boobies."

Kurt did not know either girls name, but he did know their faces from the country club. Most times the girls were either glued to the others hip or their boyfriends lips. A quick glance at the two men on either side of them confirmed suspicions that this was new action for the boyfriends.

"Taylor, would you?" One blonde lazily turned her back to her boyfriend and signaled towards her bra. "H-how did I lose every hand? W-w-when did two-threes start beating three-sevens?"

"No." Santana ordered. The volume of her voice matched her increasing interest in female nudity. "I want my prizes to undress each other. Make it a show for us - the type of movies your boyfriends watch to cool off from your unsatisfying make outs. Isnt that right, boys?" Santana winked at the preoccupied boys marveling at the effects alcohol had on their tight-laced girlfriends. 

Kurt numbly stood still and quickly dropped his eyes to his sandals before Santanas instruction became reality. Reality seamlessly flowed from a simple card game to nude party with the loud clapping of males cheering and females whistling. Was this customary behavior for teenagers? In the past he only attended neighborhood barbecues where the main form of entertainment was common sense discussion over worldly events. As todays party was suggesting, this batch of drunken teens had little care for conversations over foreign trade and international dangers.

"Thats what Im talking about." Santana collected the swimming suit bras and tossed them someplace behind her. Kurt did not look up when he heard both girls hysterically giggling at the sudden attention drawn to their nudity. "Oh, look who finally decided to join us? If it isnt Blaines blushing virgin who screams louder than any girl Ive tasted."

Kurt snapped his head up, unaware of his wide eyes and shocked expression of two topless girls kissing their boyfriends. Behind the public display of affection was a large swimming pool and several naked bodies playing Marco Polo. It took additional vulgar comments from the wicked host before Kurts eyes landed on the girl wearing a black bikini that barely covered anything.

"Oh Blaine, he is adorable." Santana cheered and carelessly brushed her long hair over her shoulders.  Kurt hesitantly caught Blaines eyes, almost afraid that Blaine would demean him for his towel. Instead, the young Anderson took a drink from his plastic cup and motioned for Kurt to sit on his lap. Much to Kurts relief, Blaine was wearing his baggy swimming trunks. "Now I see what youve been doing all summer. I wish I had a summer toy that I could play with and dispose of by the time the school starts."

Kurt nervously held onto his towel and sat down on Blaines lap. Blaine did not skip a beat before wrapping his arms around the slender waist and addressing his friend. The hunger for details in Santanas dark eyes equally matched Blaines eagerness to share. "For the time being he is less of a toy and more of a working project. When I first got him, he dressed and acted like the poor idiot that he was. Since then Ive come to better appreciate the diamond in the rough that he is."

Idiot. Kurt nervously licked his lower lip and remember the time Blaine called him smart. Blaine must have been lying.

Santana laughed. "Idiots are fun to play with. Ive been able to successfully convenience Brittany thirty-some times that if we dont fool around with each other, then the world will come to an end. Poor thing always gets so scared." The girl on Santanas left, who Kurt knew to be Brittany Pierce, opened her mouth to speak. "Dont worry babe, I was talking about a different Brittany. When you and I get naked in bed we are making a real change in the world." Brittany smiled and Kurt felt himself become nauseous. Is that how Blaine sees him? "Alright, Sebastian deal the next hand. Whos still playing? You, Brittany, Quinn, Quincy, Blaine and the baby virgin. Blaine and cookie-dough face will share a hand, and I think its time one of the Fabray twins go elsewhere. I dont want anyone to get uncomfortable with two siblings playing strip poker now that things are about to get interesting." Quinn and her brother exchanged quick drunken glance. "Quincy, it is my party and Im more interested in seeing your sister than you. Go entertain yourself, entertain someone else or do whatever you do these days." A lingering wink followed Santanas comment.

Kurt never formerly introduced himself to the Fabray family. Patrick described the family as fools for bad investments and someone not worth his time. Blaine later went on call the family, "Good looking dimwits on the road to desolation and foreclosures." From Kurts place on Blaines lap, the twins were in fact attractive teens however; they did not appear financially out of place. The female twin was wearing large diamond earrings and her fingernails were professionally painted. If Kurt was completely honest with himself, then he would acknowledge that the girls barely dressed body was richly lathered in suntan lotion from head to toe. Quincy, shared his sisters thick curly blond hair and bright blue eyes. It was not difficult to imagine these teens as anything but related.

"Oh come on Santana," Blaine wholeheartedly laugh, slightly widening his legs for Kurt to better recognize the outline of his sex. "With Quincys new backside business and Quinns sugar-daddy bling, I think the group of us can settle on a price for twin incest. Tell us Fabrays, how much would it cost for you two to kiss passionately for ten minutes? We know you have a price."

Santana recognize Blaines game and joined it. "All the Fabrays familys worldly possessions will be auctioned off next week. I will buy each of you an item of your choice if you suck and lick the other until they cum." 

Kurt could feel this stomach twist at the crude offers being made. Was this a type of humor he was not familiar with? Were Quincy and Quinn about to laugh and increase the false price for an event that would never happen? Whatever the story may be, Kurt nervously shifted on Blaine lap, unknowingly hardening the raven mans sex until Blaine slipped one hand under Kurts towel and up a shaven thigh. 

"Better yet," This time Sebastian chimed in and hung one arm over Quincy shoulder. "Ill buy you two items of your choosing and provide list of contacts of desperate housewives if you can successfully convince Quinn to blow you here and now."

Sebastian laughed into the bottle of his drink, Blaine and Santana mimicked their own wicked delight through broad smiles. Quinn and her brother did not share in the laughter; there was no joy or humor in their scared blue eyes. All Kurt could recognize on the beautiful faces were nervous lip bites and sideway glances at one another. In between each glance the siblings were looking at the others lean abdomen, almost as if they were trying to look past facial incest and become more distracted in physiology less familial?

"Whats your price?" Blaine hotly laughed and brushed his hand over Kurts exposed sex. "We all have deep pockets."

Quincy did not answer. Quinn did not answer. Residual proof in both their postures suggested that they would not be the first to answer, however they would agree to the others decision. If the decision turned into physical shame, tomorrow they would blame the truth on the toxic effects of alcohol.

"Whats going on?" Kurt could not stay quiet any longer. The moment his internal question became external, the touch of Blaine stilled and warmed Kurt with panic. "W-what game are we playing? Theyre siblings and you want them to...."

"Its called ‘fun mixed with charity." Blaine kissed the side of his friends face. "Dont worry about the Fabrays. They will do anything or anyone for money if the price is right. Now, hush, let me to the negotiating."

Quincy flinched at the comment. "I-I better go..." Sebastian smirked as his friend stood up and hesitated for a moment.

"Ill come with you." Sebastian did not need to be invited to know where he was needed. "I already know your price for what I want." 

Santana raised her perfect eyebrows and suggestively ran her fingers over her exposed cleavage.  "What are you in the mood for, Quinn? We all know daddy Fabray gave up your virtue for rich mens spare change. Or should we finish this game of strip poker before you lay out your price?"

Kurt did not realize Brittanys departure until the girl returned with new drinks - another for Quinn and a first for him. The scent of alcohol was rich in the air and it twisted Kurts stomach with unease. Maybe if he did not drink it, no one would say anything. 

"Whats the point of playing?" Quinn accepted the drink and guzzled over half of its contents. A sour look crossed her face and vibrated in her shoulders. "I dont know how to play poker, but I do know that youre cheating. Why dont we skip this nonsense? My boyfriend wont mind."

For the second time this evening, Kurt dropped his stare to his lap and plainly ignored Santanas catcalls to Quinn. In a cascade of events, Santana removed her own bra and ordered Brittany to do the same. "This is what I call a party." Santana laughed and scooted her chair closer to the drunk blond.

"Hes not your boyfriend." Blaine grabbed the drink Brittany left behind and held it against Kurts lips. "My father will fuck any pretty blonde if she will spread her legs for him. You threw yourself at him, and he accepted you the way any Anderson male would - hard and rough. Give him a few months and he will become bored of you." Kurt turned his head to the side to avoid the foul smelling drink under his nostrils. Blaine tallied the rejection by forcing Kurt to tip his head back. "Only one woman caught my fathers interest for the long term. She had beauty and money. You only have beauty but not the more important commodity."

Quinn narrowed her eyebrows and did not reject Santana from caressing her breasts. "Who are you to act morally superior? Youve been fondling this one all summer," Quinn motioned to Kurt, "and fucking whoever catches your interest on the side. Nat and I are exclusive."

"Dont call him Nat, and no, you havent been exclusive." Blaine pinched Kurts skin, causing the teen to open his mouth and allow the bitter liquid to pour down his throat. "My father bought you those earrings, Sebastians father paid for your body tan and your French manicure is compliments from Santanas grandfather. You have no shame. Now youre about to fool around with one of your lovers granddaughters, well done."         

Santana casually stole a glance at her guests faces before contributing. "I hate to break it to you Blaine, but Quinn has already worked her way through multiple generations. Including my grandpa, dad and myself. She has already fooled around with your father and brother. To add to the social climb, she has been eyeing my cousin Trevor all evening." Santana nodded her heard to a tall large man making out with a petite brunette on a distant table. In comparison to Quinn, the man was much older and significantly heavier. "Quinn, I promised Trevor a flexible blonde for his birthday. Take him to the pool house guestroom and make him a happy birthday boy for the next several hours." Santana kissed the air and winked. "Meet me next week and Ill buy you something pretty in exchange."

"B-Blaine," Kurt pushed the drink away from his face, accidently spilling its contents on his chest. "S-stop..." Before moving to Ohio Kurt new very little about the nasty effects of alcohol. His little knowledge regarding the liquid did not include the jittery effects happening in his stomach. "I want to go home."

"Patrick dropped us off together and he said he wouldnt pick us up until the morning." Blaine kissed the pretty face he was coming to admire more and more every day. "He told me to keep an eye on you. If you still dont know how to swim, then I can give you a lesson?"

Quinn made a verbal sound of disgust. "Dont get me started on precious Patrick Henderson. I know he wants me, I can practically smell his lust for me, however whenever I make him an offer he calls me a cheap whore and tells me to leave." The pretty blonde stood up and arched her back, completely proud and confident of her womanhood. "If you will excuse me. Santanas cousin is growing bored and limp with Berry."

Santana yelled off another catcall before grabbing Brittanys hand and leaving for the nearby hot tub. It was in the hot tub the majority of teens were beginning to assemble. Much to Kurts relief the hot water was shallow and it looked less hazardous for drunken fatal errors. However, drunken disgrace against family names was active and happening. The two blondes who stripped before were now physically engaged with their boyfriends in a scene best left private.

"Lets go swimming." Blaine nudge Kurt off his lap. There was no alcohol on his breath and his demeanor was perfectly normal. "Do you remember the last time we went swimming together? You were the special birthday boy who tripped into the water. A lifeguard had to give you mouth-to-mouth. Dont worry, Im practically a certified lifeguard, Ill help you if need be." Blaine stood up and removed his own swim trunks in one swift motion.

The sudden image of another mans sex removed argument in Kurts brain. Yes, Blaine may have tricked and manipulated him to see him naked, but the raven hair teen never left his own guard down. Pink embarrassment brightened Kurts face when he noticed traces of dark hair on the olive tone body. Shortly after having his humiliating massages, Blaine and Sebastian schooled him and explained the importance of waxing. It must had been another trick.

"Come on, Kurt." Blaine grabbed Kurts hand and proudly approached the empty swimming pool. The further they walked down the marble tiling and along the blue indoor pool, the deeper the water became. Blaine did not stop walking until they reached a painted twelve on the floor. "Do you know how to swim?"

The water was deeper than Kurt cared to admit and the thought of sinking to the bottom made him want to cry. "I dont want to do this."

"Come on, Sexy. Its not like Ill let you drown." Kurt looked over the edge and not the hands touching the waist of his towel. "Patrick has been pushing us together all summer. He would be proud if you trusted me with this."

With trust that he did not have, Blaine snapped the towel off of Kurt and quickly pushed the dizzy teen into the water. A loud scream and splash echoed within the marble chamber; however, fellow party guests did not bat an eye or question whether something was wrong.

Kurt did not mean to swallow several gulps of chlorine water, however the utter panic of not being able to touch the floor of the pool or hold onto the sides was enough to make him scream without control and splash water in all direction. "H-help!" Blinded from the stinging effects of chlorine in his eyes, Kurt did not see Blaine jump in behind him. "Help!"

Solid arms easily wrapped around Kurts slender waist and lifted the teens head out of the water. "Easy Love, I have you." Blaine slightly laughed and pulled Kurt further away from the pool edge. The sudden saving grace motivated Kurt to quickly wrap his arms around Blaines neck. "Thats more like it."

"B-Blaine get me out of here." Kurt quickly stated, not taking his eyes off the swimming pool edge that was becoming further and further away. "I cant swim...."

"Then stay with me." Blaine lowered both hands and motivated Kurts legs to wrap around his waist. The simple act pleasurably brushed both teens sexes together. "Thats what Im talking about. Do you like this?"

If Kurt closed his eyes and wished himself able to forget time and location, then he may have enjoyed this. For a moment the younger boy reached this goal when his instructor pushed his rear end against his sex and familiar pleasure took over, however the pressure of water splashing against his back prevented this feeling from staying.

"B-Blaine, I dont like water...get me out."

"Relax Sexy, youre safe with me." The water was warmer than Kurt was expecting and the pressure of Blaines sex against his thigh was better than his previous moments of panic. "Thats right...its not so bad when you relax. Patrick would be proud if he could see you - relaxing against me and trusting me." Kurt did not realize he was relaxing, but he did accept Blaines word as the truth.  "Kurt its important that you learn to trust me. Everyone is expecting us to start dating and get married one day. It is in both our family businesses wellbeing. It is want Patrick wanted for your mother, and its what he wants for you."

Kurt did not question Blaine easy ability to tread water and he continued ignored the hands rubbing circles on his ass. There was no one watching, and the sweet nature in his hands was mildly calming.

"There is something that Im worried about. People heard your screams from the bathroom earlier. When I left you to shower a few people asked me if we were dating or if you were an easy lay." Blaine acted as if he was worried about the possibility of rumors spreading. "In order to spare your virtue and Patricks respect, I told them that we are a couple. By now you should know that I hate to lie." Kurt did not try and challenge this last comment. "As far as I can tell you owe me a favor."

"W-what do you w-want?"

"A kiss." Kurt widened his eyes at his friends request. "Lets make this official. Patrick would be very proud to know you were accepting his wishes."

Blaine did not lean forward, but carefully stayed still - allowing the younger boy to make the decision on his own. The expected decision was gingerly made in the form of a soft kiss on the lips. The kiss did not stay innocent when the older boy grabbed the back of Kurts head and took control of the kiss. Kurt was too overwhelmed by the pressure of another mans tongue in his mouth to notice Santanas catcalls. If this was the price to make Patrick proud, then this must be the right choice for him.

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To Be Continued....