Date: Thu, 28 Sep 2000 14:53:37 -0500 From: fsw99 Subject: Chapter 36 of One Big Happy Family Legal Notice: The following story contains descriptions of graphic sexual acts. The story is a work of fiction and has no basis in reality. Don't read this story if: **You're not 18 or over, **If it is illegal to read this type of material where you live, **Or if you don't want to read about gay/bi people in love or having sex. The author retains copyright to this story. Placing this story on a website or reproducing this story for distribution without the author's permission is a violation of that copyright. Legal action will be taken against violators. E-mail responses to the stories, story suggestions or other 'constructive' comments or advice may be sent to me at fsw99@mindspring.com. Chapter Thirty Six (Keith's turn to write, as he describes his small house - hehehehe) The limo finally took Keith back to his house, and he decided he just needed to get away for a while. He asked his driver to get his brand new Jaguar Vanden Plas, one his birthday gifts from his parents, along with a Jeep Wrangler, and he drove away from the estate. He was driving in no real direction, but not his usual route. He was just looking around Beverly Hills and thinking to himself. After awhile, he became board and decided to return to his house. As he got close, he saw their 14 feet high walls and the fancy trees, all of them with cut in intricate designs, lining the street with a recess of about 20 feet of grass where the trees were. He stopped at the security gates, swipes his security card and entered his numbers. They open, and he proceeds to go up their long winding driveway. He came in the path of many security cameras, which followed him. Heat and weight sensors along the road and on the ground monitored his progress towards the house. He saw the many gardeners doing their jobs on trees and bushes, all immaculately trimmed, and flower beds in ornate patterns with a multitudes of color. The higher he was the more, the more ornate the gardens became. He glances at some white statues starting to show here and there, some with fountains around them. After making the last left curve, the house faced him. He was getting slightly depressed, looking at the house, which is stunning, all white with a lot of blue tinted glass panels with shiny steel beams coming out of the structure. On it's center, you have a 30 feet wide wall of glass going upward to meet the peaks of the walls on it's sides and then going back down, making the roof. He knew where this leads, inside their Atrium garden room. He passed in front of his Dad's garage where he kept his collection of cars. He passes the main central courtyard and the two other garage wings, each with ten doors. The house looked rather low, but in realty, is twenty feet high. He circled around a beautiful fountain with a sculpture from Calder which is huge, well over thirty feet high and very industrial looking, mobile pieces of it moving along with the soft wind. Keith parked his Jaguar right in front of the main entrance, rather than going to his assigned spot in his garage. He stopped in front of those huge panel of glass in it's center and he saw their butler, Arthur, coming to met him. He gave him his keys and told him to have someone park it for him. Keith felt depressed. He knew he lived in a magnificent home, but he was totally alone in it. He entered their hallway, looking at the floor of white marble with a small line of light red and in it's center. A series of Persian and Aubusson rugs, all in the same tones, covered parts of the floor. The hall is huge, at least 100 feet long and the roof line is always going up toward a central room. The ceiling is open looking but covered by the same glass panels with those shinny beams supporting them. Five large chandeliers made of crystal are suspended from these beams at a regular interval. Their house has been featured in a few magazines, but to Keith right now, none of it matters. He strolls through the house. Priceless master painting were all over the walls, Degas, Van Goth, Matisse. Chagall, Monet, Manet, Picasso, Pissaro, Vassarelli, Mondrian, De La Croix and many more. His house is really modern, with a mix of genuine French antiques, modern and contemporary furniture, which made the house look lived in and it showed that his parents love to collect things that never go out of style. On each sides of him as he proceeds toward the main central room, you can see room after room. Some look bigger, some had paneling, but all were coordinated, one to the next. None of them look to be used very often. These are the reception rooms, where they entertain guests and hold their formal parties. He remembers back, thinking of their last parties in these rooms. He reaches the Atrium, with it's roof peaking at 50 feet high. This whole room is made to look like a forest, with palm trees and plants that look to be from the Equatorial regions. Orchids and other tropical plants could be seen. He turns left, toward his bedroom suite and stops, sitting on a marble bench and looking at their Kay fishes in their pond. He takes some food from under the bench, and feeds them. Their employees knew Keith's ritual of feeding his animals, and his love of playing with them a little while. He remembers when he was younger when he and his two cousins had played in this place, pretending they were Pirates, and had a lot of fun together. He wasn't sure if he really wished to be alone, but his cousins were busy with Matt and Mike this weekend, and he really didn't have a choice. He turned around, facing the pound, and saw his favorite parrot, a Scarlet Macaw, playing with his mate on a branch, and called to him to come over for some seeds. The parrot flew over after hearing his name, Peru. His feathers were mostly red all over, with red, blue and yellow feathers on his wings. His cheeks are white with tiny red stripes. "Good boy, Peru." "Hello Keith," he answered back. Keith spends some time feeding and petting him. He is a large bird, about 34 inches from head to tail. Keith has owned this bird since they both were babies. "Do you want some fruit, Peru?" "Yes, please." Keith took some orange slices in a bowl under the bench and feed them to Peru. Keith called Peru's mate, Olivia. She flew next to Peru and Keith gave her some oranges, too, while petting her, "Good girl, Olivia." He felt sad, looking around their Atrium, which is the main pivotal room of this house. The atrium is made to please and impress visiting guests. They even have people eating in this room if need be when they have those huge parties. In the back of it, there is a whole wall made to be an salt water aquarium, with rare and unique fish species. This aquarium wall goes about 15 feet high, or one third of the total height of the wall, and hides their inside pool behind it. The birds are for Keith's enjoyment, the rare fishes for his Dad's. "Peru, where is Paca?" He asked, looking for his Persian apricot and blue cat. "Paca Sleep," Peru replied. Keith called for his cat, who loved to sleep under some leafs in here. After a few times of calling on her and not seeing her, Peru left Keith's side and started flying around the Atrium, screaming "Paca, Paca, Paca." Paca came out of her sleepy state and slowly stretching herself, ran to meet Keith. "Hello sweet Paca, hurry over for your daily brushing." She ran along his legs, purring. Keith brushes her until she was all nice and fluffy. "Go see the cook for your food, Paca." She knew her daily drill, and after he put back her brushes and combs, she always went to the kitchen for food. After his usual feeding and petting of his animals, he folded his legs, wrapping his arms around them, and lowering his head between his knees. He sighs and feels so alone, tears appearing in the corners of his eyes. He didn't wish to cry, he didn't want to cry. He stayed there a while, crying softly, thinking how different his life would be if he wasn't this rich. Well, his family was, but eventually, this would be his, which frightened him. Generations prior to him had look after his family's holdings, some in Europe, North and South America. His ancestors are from old Europe. They moved to California because their biggest holdings were there. He and his cousins were the first generation born in the USA. His whole family is a mixture of European people, and they all work for their conglomerate. Being his Dad only child and heir scared him a lot, when he thought of his age, as he had just turned 16, and he knew that one day, this whole conglomerate would be his. Many of his thrusts monthly revenue is in the seven digits and he can't possibly spend a fraction of this, even if he tried. Some of his schoolmates tease him, calling him "Golden boy locked in his Golden cage". He hates this idea, which sounds far to close to the truth for his own taste. His parents treat him well, they knew he is gay, and had discovered his relationship with his two slightly older cousins. They weren't thrilled about it at first, but they finally accepted the whole situation just fine. Still, he didn't feel love right at this moment. He has everything he can wish to have. He can ask his parents for anything and they always comply. Keith doesn't take advantage of this often, he usually never asks much. What can you ask for when it's already there for you? His two cousins have the same upbringing, but they don't seem to take things like Keith does. Keith's whole future is already planned for him. He heard someone clearing his throat, and then saying, "Master Keith, may I suggest a massage to help you relax?" Keith knew it was Jeffrey, his personal Valet. "No thanks, Jeffrey," Keith replied. "Very well, then," Jeffrey said, starting to leave. "Am I a bad person, Jeffrey?" Keith asked, not lifting his head. "I beg your pardon, Master Keith?" Jeffrey asked, surprised by Keith's question. "You heard me. Am I a bad person, someone you can't love?" Keith asked, tears flowing down his cheeks, his head still buried between his knees. "No, you are not. I assure you, many people love you, Master Keith," Jeffrey said, getting closer to Keith, but not sitting on the bench near him. "Cut this Master crap, Jeff," Keith replied, irritated, grabbing Jeffrey's hand and pulling him to sit on the bench behind him. "Yes Mas... sorry, yes Keith. Many people do love you, you are a very good person, deserving of anyone loving you," Jeffrey said. "Not from the person I wish to love me. He doesn't," Keith replied between tears. Jeffrey wrapped his arms around Keith and said softly in his ear, "Keith, please follow me to your suite. We can talk quietly there. We won't be seen by the other employees, and from your parents, who are due home in a few minutes," holding a silk scarf in his hand for Keith to use. Keith wiped his tears and blew his nose. "Yeah! Ok," Keith replied, getting up and walking slowly toward his suite, followed by Jeffrey. He went by their inside pool, and then his vestibule, which is smaller and precedes his suite. It is a square room with a lower ceiling, lined with white marble columns. The floor suddenly changes from white marble in the main room to black marble in this smaller room, with black lacquer walls and black lacquer ceiling. Between each column are niches and pedestals holding work of art. At the end facing you are very large double doors. Jeffrey opened the right door with his security card and ID numbers. Facing them was a wall made of tinted black glass. Standing right in front of this wall is a majestic white Owl with open wings 9 feet wide. This sculpture is very vivid and looks ready to fly. It is sitting on a large pedestal made of the same material made to look like a tree trunk. The whole sculpture is made from whale bones by the Inuits tribe from northern Canada. Keith went by his library room, making a turn to his right toward his living room and to his bedroom. Jeffrey was behind him. Then, he came back toward his stairs, going up his mezzanine. "Can we have a drink, Jeff?" Keith asked, not really asking him. "Yes, I will prepare you a drink. Will you eat with your parents tonight? I can advise the kitchen right away," Jeffrey enquired. "No I won't eat with them. Tell them I'm not feeling well. They have a reception to go to after dinner, so they won't mind. Make yourself a drink, Jeffrey." Keith said, sitting down on a love seat. Grabbing his remote control, he selects a CD with soft music from his menu on his large screen TV. He opens his shirt's first few buttons and takes his shoes off. He removes his jewelry also. Jeffrey came back with 2 glasses on a tray and sat in an armchair further from Keith. "I asked the cook to wait for further notice for your dinner." "Thanks. Please sit near me, Jeff," Keith said. "Ok, Keith," Jeffrey said, joining Keith on the love seat, knowing this is one of those rare occasions where he is acting like an older brother to Keith. Keith wasn't talking, mostly playing with the ice cubes in his drink. He was getting back to his previous thoughts. "Phill and I are over. Not a big surprise, is it?" Keith asked. "Your impressions were right, then," Jeffrey said, looking at Keith's soft blue eyes. "Yep, why am I effected by this, even if I knew it wasn't working?" Keith asked. "Because you care for him. Even if you knew, you always had hopes. Now, they are gone," Jeffrey said, taking a sip of his drink. "True, you are right, but I don't understand why I feel so empty," Keith said. "How do you mean, empty?" Jeffrey asked. "I feel so alone in the world, no one love me, or care for me," Keith said, lowering his head and looking down at his knees. "It's normal. You had big hopes for Phill and you, and it is your first time outside of Mark and Alex," Jeffrey said, taking hold of Keith's left hand. "Many people do love you, and care for you, Keith." "Yeah, but no one outside of them do," Keith said. "That's so not true. Your two best friends do love you, I do, so does many of the employees here," Jeffrey said, reassuring Keith. Keith sighs and seems in need of some hugging and just plain being told he was doing OK in his young life. Matters of the heart are such a big thing when it's your first. Keith's parents, especially his Dad, talks to him often, but tonight, they had something else to do. Keith and Jeffrey talk for a while and then Keith starts feeling his old chipper, happy mood, once more smiling and laughing. "Jeff, can I have my massage now?" Keith asked, squeezing Jeff's hand gently. "Of course you can. Isn't it time for your pubic hair removal, too?" Jeff asked, knowing Keith's habits very well, since he has been looking after him for eight years now. Buying Keith's products were part of his duty. "Yea, it is," Keith said, giggling. "Ok, drink this, and I will be ready for you in your bathroom with the massage table." "Ok, see you in a few minutes, then. Ask the cook for a light salad, no dressing, with sliced boiled chicken breast in it, please. Thanks," Keith replied. Jeffrey left to call the cook and get the bathroom ready for Keith's massage. Keith stayed there a little while, deep in his thoughts. He was glad Jeffrey could help him tonight. He went to his central console, closing the drapes by remote control, and turning off most lights in his suite. He proceed to his large walk-in closet, undressing himself. He didn't bother putting on a bathrobe. Jeffrey was waiting for him in his bathroom next door. He found Jeffrey, wearing his usual white form-fitting shorts and no top. Keith then laid on his front on the massage table, letting Jeffrey do his job. Jeffrey had all his oils ready, warm and scented, to relax Keith. "You are very tense today, Master Keith," Jeffrey said to Keith. "Yes I am, Jeff. What is our agreement? No Master when you massage me," Keith said. "Yes Keith. Just relax now and let me do my work." Keith did, letting himself go under Jeffrey's strong and relaxing hands. Jeffrey did a very good job on his back, shoulders, arms, legs and feet, even massaging his toes. Then going back up, doing his buns and between his legs on his perineum, going slowly back up his shoulders and neck. Then, he asked Keith to turned around. He did and his hard penis slapped back on his flat stomach, resting a little higher than his navel. Jeffrey did his usual job, applying his oils, and when he reached Keith's shaved crotch area, did like always and applied different oils, so this shaved area would be softer and smooth to the touch for his cousins. After going down his legs and feet, he came back to Keith's privates and reapplied more oils, making sure his young Master would be soft and smooth, like he love to be. Jeffrey was hard, too. Massaging Keith always made him feel this way. They never did anything together, not that Jeffrey wished this to happen. He knew the boundary of his job description. "You can rest a minute or two and I will prepare your shower, Keith" Jeffrey said when it was over. "Jeff, wait a minute. Take my hair removal products and apply some, please," Keith asked, not looking at Jeffrey, keeping his eyes closed, his arms under his head, and his legs spread wide. "Yes, Keith," Jeffrey said, going in the bathroom closet to get the bottle of hair removal gel. "Thanks, Jeff, you made me feel much better now," Keith replied. "Welcome, Keith," Jeffrey said, noticing Keith penis hadn't soften a bit, which he knew meant he would take care of this while his in shower or afterwards. Keith turned his head to his right where Jeffrey was standing, and opened his eyes just enough to see Jeffrey's body and his hard penis well displayed in his tight white shorts. Jeffrey applied the gel, holding Keith's hard penis up for easier access to his pubic areas, then just the base of his penis, and then laying it back on Keith's lower stomach, did his balls. He did Keith's under arms last and then Jeffrey went to the sink and washed his hands, and started to put things in order. Both knew this needed to stay on for 15 minutes. Keith does this once a week, even though he doesn't have much hair, and he never had much since he never let it grew when it first start to grow. "Thank you, Jeff," Keith told him. "Welcome, Keith," Jeffrey replied, getting near Keith but from behind, so he could admire his young fit and trim body, without being noticed too much by Keith. "Did Scott appreciate his gifts?" Keith asked about Jeffrey's lover, who was his cousin Alex's Valet, and who just celebrated his 29th birthday. "Yes he did, we both did actually," Jeffrey replied, laughing. "Really, that is great. I'm glad you did," Keith said smiling, lifting one arm up and in doing so, brushed against Jeffrey's right leg. "I have something special plan for yours, too, don't worry," Keith said, teasing Jeffrey by lifting his other arm and brushing against Jeffrey left leg and hard penis in his shorts. "I know you do, you always find ways to surprise us," Jeffrey said, smiling down at Keith who had his eyes open and looking back at him. Jeffrey went to prepare Keith's shower. The 15 minutes had passed and he checked to make sure the water and jets were in the right direction. "Ready, Keith," Jeffrey said towards Keith, who was getting up off of his massage table. "I'm going for a swim afterwards. You can go home with Scott, if he is ready also," Keith said. "He wasn't working tonight," Jeffrey replied, knowing Scott was home waiting for him. "Thanks Jeff, you can go now," Keith said, getting in his shower and starting to wash his privates first. "Your dinner will be in your bedroom, waiting for you. Good evening, Keith," Jeffrey said, leaving Keith's bathroom. Going in Keith's walk-in closet and getting undressed, he notices his penis was now half hard. `Scott better be ready for some fun tonight. That little devil always does these things to me when I'm horny`, he thought to himself while getting dressed again. He rolled in the cart with Keith's food, placing the tray on his small dining room table for four in a corner of his bedroom, and then left to meet Scott back home. *************************** After his shower, Keith took his contact lenses out, and then went to their inside swimming pool, and swam for around an hour, just doing length after length until he felt exhausted. He took another shower to wash the chlorine away from his body, applied some skin softener all over his body, and then went back to his bedroom. He ate all his salad. Drinking some Perrier, he walked by his bed and grabbed a book from his night stand. He went to sit on a sofa, changed his mind, and went to his bed to read there. He put his glasses on and read until he was ready to sleep. He tried to sleep, but he couldn't. He thought about Phill for a while, knowing this was far better this way. He knew if Phill wasn't in love with him, why bother to pursue him? They could remain friends, and maybe he could get to know Robbie in a different light. He also knew that being in an incest relationship with his two cousins isn't always accepted by people who barely knew him, but his family and two best friends did accept this. It's been so many years now that they have been together, he felt comfortable with them. So many facts made them close together. The more he thought about it, the more he was convinced that staying with Mark and Alex is a good thing. After all, they are going to work all their life in their family business. They even had talks amongst themselves of having kids by artificial means. They even made jokes about it, saying they could mix their sperm together. This way, they wouldn't know who is the Dad. He knew he loved Mark and Alex far deeper that he had for Phill. Maybe this episode with Phill wouldn't have lasted or proved to be wrong at the end. He knew his mother well. She was not very happy and hinted a few times that she didn't like Phill being from a poorer background. Which was rather funny, knowing his own mother's family was close to ruin when she met his Dad and then married him, and in turn made her family wealthy again by guiding them and offering to pay their debts. He took a picture of the 3 of them off his night stand. They were laughing in this picture and they looked happy. He kissed them both, putting the picture back on his night stand, turned around and went to sleep. Comments can be sent to me at fsw99@mindspring.com.