Date: Tue, 26 Sep 2000 15:55:34 -0500
From: fsw99 <fsw99@pop.mindspring.com>
Subject: Chapter 34 of One Big Happy Family

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			    Chapter Thirty Four

Keith rode back to his house in silence, lost in his thoughts. OK, he was
alone, and wasn't in the habit of carrying on a conversation with his
driver over the intercom, so what would you expect?  He is blonde, but
isn't in the habit of talking to himself. If he was, he would just get
confused, and start arguing back and forth. (Hehehe - sorry Keith, couldn't
resist!!!)

But if he had several people with him, even if they were Mark and Alex, who
Keith loved more than anyone else in the world other than Phill, he
wouldn't have spoken very much at all, unless asked a direct
question. Keith was very troubled as to how his relationship with Phill had
deteriorated, and didn't know what to do about it.

One part of him said that he didn't want anyone that didn't love him back
as much as he loved them, but the other part said he still loved Phill, and
wanted him at any cost. Keith was usually very decisive in his decisions,
and not knowing what he really wanted here was troubling him almost as much
as his doubts about whether he could ever win Phill's love back.

He did make on quick decision. He called Mark's house and asked to speak to
him.

"Hello," Mark answered.

"Mark, Keith. Phill called at the last minute and canceled our date. Are
you going out tonight?"  Keith asked.

"No, Alex is here and we are both tired after the long party we all had to
attend last night. We just decided to relax here, and maybe go out tomorrow
night. Why don't you come join us? I am sure you are tired too, after
having to play trained penguin all night last night," Mark said.

The three boys, as heirs to the family fortune, were always expected to be
part of the receiving line at any party that his family gave at any of
their many houses. They always had to dress in a tuxedo, and kidded
themselves that they looked like trained penguins.

"Thanks. I think I will do that. I think I need your company tonight. I am
really kind of down," Keith said. "I will see you soon," he said, breaking
the connection on the cell phone. He instructed his driver to go to Mark's
house instead of his own, and then dialed his home to let his parents know
he would be spending the night at Mark's.

He hadn't even noticed that they had arrived at Mark's house until the limo
arrived at the gates.  Well, the term house doesn't adequately describe
it. Mark does a lot better job of it later in the story when he tries his
hand at writing, so I will just say house is not a fitting term. The limo
was admitted to the estate, and Keith was soon stepping out as his door was
opened by the driver.

Keith was met at the door by Mark and Alex. "We were worried about what you
said over the phone. Why did Phill cancel your date?" Alex asked, as the
three of them walked back to Mark's suite.

"The band ran late practicing. He hadn't noticed the time until I was on my
way to pick him up.  He was exhausted, and didn't have the energy to go
with me to the concert," Keith answered.

"I am beginning to think he loves the band more than he loves you," Mark
said softly, as they entered his suite.

"Yeah, you are right. I think he loves Robbie first, the band second, and I
come in a distant third.  I am really tired of this. I know I have been
neglecting the two of you because I am so preoccupied with Phill, and I am
sorry. Will both of you forgive me?" Keith asked, looking back and forth,
from one to the other.

"There is nothing to forgive. You both supported me when I was in
love. That didn't work out because my boyfriend saw that he could never
have me totally for himself. The three of us are way too close to just
terminate our relationship for the love of one person. If any of us fall in
love, that person has to know that he has to share his lover with his
cousins sometime, or the relationship wouldn't work. You and Alex were
there for me. Alex and I are here for you. Did you expect anything
different?" Mark, said, as he smiled at Keith.

"No, I guess not. I love you two," Keith said, as he pulled both of them to
him and hugged them.

Alex pulled back from the hug, and said, "We have a surprise for you. After
what you have been through tonight, we thought you needed something a
little special. First, here is a chilled gin and tonic for you to take the
edge off. Second, we are all going to take a nice long shower together.
Then, we are both going to give you a nice rub down. Mark's valet has
already provided all the necessary oils and towels. After a couple of more
drinks and a little tender loving care by us, I think we can get the old
Keith back to life. How does that sound?"

"Like heaven. What would I ever do without you guys?" Keith asked, as he
hugged them again.  He already knew his cousins loved him. He loved them,
too. Why was he so hung up on Phill? He just couldn't make himself let him
go, but his resolve was weakening.

Keith's mind had too many conflicting thoughts running through
it. (Especially for a blonde - hehehehe). He downed the gin and tonic
quickly, and Alex went to fix him another one, as Mark prepared the
shower. Mark had excused his valet for the night so they could have their
privacy, so they did the small tasks themselves.

Keith started to take off his shoes and socks, and Alex brought him back
another drink and stopped him. "We will be your personal servants tonight,
master. You don't have to lift a finger.  We will gladly do all the work
for you," Alex said, kneeling at his feet.

Keith smiled at him and said, "Alex, neither of you have to do this. We
have valets to do this kind of thing for us. I also think I am capable of
undressing myself, even with a valet."

"I am sure you are. But you fail to see the point. Valets do what we wish
out of obligation for their job. We pay them really well to do little
things for us, and they perform their duties because it is part of their
job. Mark and I are doing this for you because of our love for you. That is
a big difference. Don't you understand?" Alex asked, his long hair falling
into his eyes.

"Yes I do, and I love you for it," Keith said, leaning down to lightly kiss
Alex's lips. "Sometimes, I think I forget how good I have it. I was just
thinking about that on the way over here. I have two cousins that I know
love me, an unbelievable house, more money of my own than I can ever spend,
and I am miserable most of the time lately. What has happened, Alex? I
still can't get Phill out of my mind, but I am finally beginning to
understand that I have to let go of him. But!!!! It is so hard!!! I love
him. I love both of you, but he is different. I wanted to bring him into
our family, I wanted to start to show him what he could enjoy, being part
of us. I wanted the four of us to be together. I would have been so happy
if it had worked out that way. But I am afraid that I am living a dream,
and I just can't make myself wake up. Does that make any sense?"

Mark had overheard the comments, and said, "I don't know about Alex, but
that is basically how I felt about my boyfriend at the end. I loved him
with all my heart, but he wanted too much. He was way too demanding. I knew
I should just let him go, but doing so tore me apart inside. But you know
what? The only thing that kept me going was that I knew I had the two of
you here to fall back on and support me. Love me. Let me talk about my
problems and then help me with them. Now, it is time for me to pay you back
by supporting you. Alex hasn't gone through anything like this yet, but if
he does, then he can count on the two of us to do the same thing for
him. Right?" Mark asked Keith.

Keith walked over and stood directly in front of Mark. "Right! The three of
us will be there for each other to the end," he said, as he pulled Mark to
him and kissed him passionately.

They stayed embraced together, kissing all the while, as Alex quickly
stripped off all of his clothes, watching the two of them. He then knelt
down next to Keith and made him raise one foot at a time, until he had
removed his shoes and socks. Mark had started on his shirt, and now had it
unbuttoned and was in the process of removing it as Alex moved between them
long enough to start on Keith's pants. He had them down in seconds, and he
again made Keith raise one foot and then the other until he could
completely remove them, leaving Keith in nothing but a small pair of light
blue French silk briefs. Mark had started sucking Keith's nipples, one then
the other, as Alex pulled the briefs down on his thighs and took Keith's
penis into his mouth. Alex pulled off long enough to say, "Mark, get
undressed so we can get in the shower."

Mark did as Alex had asked, as Alex continued his slow process of exciting
Keith. He didn't take him back into his mouth again, he just slowly licked
around the head and shaft. He just wanted to tease Keith now, the main
event had already been planned for later. He watched Mark undress out of
the corner of his eye, as he took first one ball and them the other into
his mouth, getting low moans from Keith for his efforts. His finally
completely removed Keith's briefs from his body, and lead Keith toward the
shower with an arm around his shoulder.

The shower was huge, like the rest of the house. All three of them loved
the feeling of different sprays of water hitting them from all directions
when they made love, and tonight was no exception. All three of them got
in, and Alex kneeled in front of Keith once more, slowly licking the head
of his penis. Mark kneeled in back, pushing Keith gently forward towards
Alex, and opening his buns. He began to slowly rim Keith, just as Alex took
him into his mouth.

Keith moaned loudly, as he was being stimulated from both ends. All
thoughts of Phill were now flushed from his brain, just as Mark and Alex
had planned. All he could concentrate on was how incredible Mark and Alex
were making him feel.

Mark had finally loosened him enough that he could soap up a finger, and
feel for Keith's prostate. After years of practice, he found it quickly,
and Keith moaned heavily again. Alex pulled off, knowing that he wanted to
prolong Keith's orgasm as long as possible, and sat up enough to take both
of his nipples in each hand at once, gently massaging and pinching them to
compliment what Mark was doing. No one was touching his penis any more, but
Keith felt he could shoot at any time. He was lost in this incredible
feeling.

Mark had taken out his one finger and replaced it with two. Keith was
loosening up nicely, as always. Alex took him back into his mouth for a
short time, causing Keith to gasp. Mark replaced his two fingers with
three, and knew Keith was almost ready. "Alex, lay down on the shower
floor, under Keith," he asked.

Alex knew exactly what he meant, and lay down on his back across the
drain. Stopping up the drain with his back would pool up the water around
them, and the warm water would feel good to all of them. Mark gently guided
Keith down on his hands and knees over Alex's body, as he knelt behind
him. This wasn't exactly a new formation to the three cousins, so Keith
immediately took Alex's seven inch penis into his mouth and started sucking
rapidly, wanting to bring Alex closer to what he was feeling. Alex started
to slowly lick Keith's head in return.

Mark added a little soap to his nine inch penis. (Look, I am just the
reporter here, OK? They SWEAR over 9 for Mark, 8 3/8 for Keith, and over 7
for poor, unlucky Alex. He can't even self- suck like the other two. I feel
so bad!!! Maybe rich guys have a really good penile implant doctor in
Beverly Hills. If not, I want a gene implant!!! One or the other!!!
hehehehe)

He positioned the head of his penis at the entrance to Keith's anal ring,
and applied gentle pressure. It took a while, but the opening finally
allowed the giant invader's head to slide inside, and really without hardly
any pain on Keith's part. They were used to pleasuring each other, and
always took all the time needed to avoid any pain on their lover's
part. Mark didn't go any further, allowing Keith to get used to what he had
inside of him.

All three were sweating, but the constant beating down of the shower sprays
cooled them off.  Mark had made it warm, but not hot, on purpose. No use
coming out, looking like lobsters. Mark finally eased in a couple of
inches, and heard Keith moan in appreciation. Both Keith and Alex were
going slowly with each other, as they knew their love making took time.

Mark slipped in, little by little, until he was finally fully inside of
Keith. He let Keith rest a minute or so before he started the gradual
withdrawal and re-entry. Keith moaned once more, letting him know that he
was fine. He started going faster and faster. In and out. In and out. Keith
and Alex also increased their pace. You know the old saying. `Practice
makes perfect`. The three of them had practiced together for many years,
and they had the other's reactions down. They knew how to read the other's
reactions to both pain and pleasure, and how to increase or decrease both
of the extremes.

Mark knew they didn't have the luxury of being together in his bed, where
they could make love for as long as they wanted. None of them wanted to get
out of the shower looking wrinkled like prunes. His knees were beginning to
hurt from rubbing back and forth on the marble bottom of the shower, and he
knew Keith's would have to be, too.  So, he greatly increased the quickness
of his strokes inside of Keith's love channel, until he was pounding away
as fast as he could.

Alex and Keith could easily tell by the constant rocking of their bodies
that Mark was coming closer and closer to orgasm. They picked up the speed
of their love making to match his.

Keith came first. He had been stimulated for lots longer than the other
two, and couldn't hold off any longer. As he came, his anal ring tightened
around Mark's penis, causing him to come after a few more strokes. Alex
finally also came, which was a good idea, since Mark collapsed over the
back of Keith, who then collapsed over the top of Alex.

If he hadn't already cum, he might not have. Here he was, with Keith's
still hard penis down his throat, and both Keith and Mark laying on top of
him. He was coming down from a sexual high, but was also struggling to
breathe. He started trying to wiggle his way out from under the pile. He
sure didn't want to die, and he was beginning to need air really bad. (Hey,
everyone has to die, right? You don't get to pick the place, or the
condition you are in. I know Alex didn't want to die right then. Too much
life to still experience. For a gay guy, though, their could be worse ways
to die!!!! hehehehe)

All of them finally recovered, and decided to finish their shower and dry
off. They all stood up and each washed someone else until they were all
clean. They shut off all of the many jets and each got a towel off the
towel warmer. They switched partners, and everyone dried off someone else.

They led Keith back into the bedroom, and Alex had Keith lay down on two
more fresh, warm towels that he spread out on the bed. Mark went to fix all
of them a fresh drink, as Alex got out the oil. They took their time
kneading all the stiffness out of Keith's body and afterwards, made love
several more times. All thoughts of his problems were long gone, and Keith
fell happily asleep between his cousins and lovers in Mark's big bed.

It is good to forget your troubles at times. Like most people, however,
Keith's would soon return.

                                                *****************************

"Hi, Mr. Anderson. Thanks for letting me come see you. I know you have to
be very busy, this being the first day of school, and I won't take up much
of your time," Isaiah said.

"Hi Isaiah. Don't worry about my time. School is out, the busses have
already gone, and nothing major happened. I am finally able to relax a
little. What can I do for you?" he said.

"Well, some friends of mine and I have started a band. Everyone but one
goes to school here. We have never played in front of an audience before,
and we wanted to volunteer to play before the school. Maybe at a pep rally
for the football team or after a football game," Isaiah answered.

"That is nice of you to offer, Isaiah, but I'll have to think about it. I
have to screen anything that is played here, with all the lyrics that are
contained in songs today. What kind of music do you play, rap?" he asked.

"Oh, no!" Isaiah giggled. "Lot's different than rap. And having you screen
what we play isn't a problem, either. I brought a cassette of our band
along with a cassette player and earphones with me. You know, `Always Be
Prepared`. I was a boy scout. All these songs are either by Boston or
Styx. And we haven't changed the lyrics."

"You are kidding? I used to listen to both bands when I was your age or a
little older. I still do.  Those aren't easy songs to play. Can you keep up
with the music?" he asked.

"Well, I don't want to brag, but we keep up OK, I think. Why don't you
listen a little bit and see for yourself," Isaiah answered modestly.

"OK. I would like to hear how you sound," he answered, as he put on the
headphones as Isaiah started the tape and sounds from `Foreplay/Long Time`
started to play. Isaiah watched as Mr.  Anderson's eyes got big and he
leaned over and cranked up the sound. Isaiah had already hooked a big fish,
and he knew it.

Mr. Anderson leaned back and closed his eyes as he enjoyed the music. When
the song was finally over, he sat back up and turned off the
cassette. "That was incredible, Isaiah. I'll make you a deal.  If you let
me take this home with me tonight and listen to the rest of it, I'll let
your band play two or three songs at the end of the pep rally we are having
for the football team's first game this Friday. Oh, and I want to copy the
cassette, too, if I may. If the students like you as much as I think they
will, we can announce that you will play a concert after the football game
for anyone that wants to come. We will charge $5.00 per person and after I
pay the janitorial staff for their overtime to clean up afterward, I will
split the profits with your band. Half for the school, half for you. What
do you say?"

"I say you have a deal," Isaiah said, grinning at Mr. Anderson and offering
him his hand to shake.  They shook hands on the deal, and Isaiah added,
"Look, Mr. Anderson, I don't mind you copying the cassette, but I do want
to ask one thing. I don't want anyone else to know what we are going to
play until Friday. Plus, there is one song at the end called `Coming to Get
You` that hasn't even been recorded yet. It is an original song that our
keyboard player wrote, and it very personal to him. I don't think that he
would mind you hearing it, but just you. OK?"

"Deal. I understand completely. If it as good as the first song, you might
could make some good money playing here," he said.

"Thanks," Isaiah said, getting up to leave. "I really appreciate this
chance, Mr. Anderson. We won't let you down, I promise."

"I'll bring the cassette back with me tomorrow. Come see me any time and I
will return it to you," he said, as Isaiah walked out of his office.

Isaiah was on cloud nine. He ran as fast as his legs would take him out the
door. He ran all the way to the parking lot, where Stan and the rest of the
band except Jimmy waited on him. He jumped in next to Ed, and said, "None
of you are going to believe this."

"What? Tell us!" Paul yelled.

"Not only are we going to play at the pep rally Friday during school, if
everyone likes us, we will play after the football game and actually get
paid for it," Isaiah said quickly.

"No way! I can't believe it," Phill said from the rear.

"That is too cool," Robbie added.

Everyone was in great spirits as they headed back to the recording studio,
where David, Brian, and Jimmy waited for them. Another four grueling days
of practice awaited them before they could play for real on Friday, but now
the had their first goal in sight, and they wouldn't dread practice near as
much any more.

                                                *****************************

"That is so cool! I can't believe you are getting to play this Friday. We
had made plans to spend the weekend with Mark and Alex at their house, but
we can just call them and cancel it. We can visit them any weekend you guys
aren't playing," Mike said.

"No, don't do that. The trailer is at the studio and we can hook it up to
Stan's Expedition. I know you and Matt are really looking forward to
spending some time with Mark and Alex, and I have a feeling we can play
after any home football game we want to. How many times do you get a chance
to spend a weekend in a mansion in Beverly Hills?" Robbie asked.

"Oh, Matt and I spend so much time in Beverly Hills that we are planning to
buy a house there," Mike kidded.

"Yeah, right!" Robbie giggled. "Seriously, go ahead with your
plans. Everyone in the band will understand. If this was a night club, it
would be different."

"I don't know. Let me ask Matt what he thinks," Mike said, putting down the
phone.

Matt picked it up shortly afterwards. "Hi Robbie. Look, if we are going to
be the band's managers, we both feel we need to be there."

"I know, Matt, but you had already called Mark and Alex. It isn't fair to
them or to both of you.  Just go and have a great time. Mark and Alex might
not be free the next time you can visit them.  This is too good an
opportunity to pass up," Robbie said.

"Well, if you are sure. We really didn't want to disappoint Mark and
Alex. They seemed really excited when we called them last night and told
them we could come up this weekend," Matt said.

"Great. Why don't you call me Saturday from their house, and I can tell you
how the concert went. If the kids don't really like our music, we might not
even play after the football game anyway," Robbie added.

"Oh, they will like you, all right. OK, we will go visit Mark and
Alex. Make sure everyone in the band is OK with it, though," Matt said.

I promise. You guys have a great time, and I'll talk to you on Saturday,"
Robbie said.

"OK, bye," Matt said hanging up.

                                                ****************************

(Keith's turn at writing.)

On early Friday afternoon, Keith was dressed in casual wear, dress pants
and dress shirt, no tie, with a light decorative vest, and wearing just a
few jewels compared to his usual habit. Phill had called and told him about
the concert that night, and he didn't want to miss it. He was ready to
leave, the limo was already waiting for him, when his Valet Jeffrey told
him his father was calling him.

"Hi Keith, I'm sorry to call you on such short notice," Keith's Dad told
him.

"Hi Dad, is there something wrong?"  Keith asked.

"No, nothing is wrong sweetheart, it's rather some good news or what could
be good news," Keith's Dad replied.

"Really, how do you mean?"  Keith said, interested.

"I just met with these investors, and he told me a friend of their's is
selling his music studio and guess who's it is?"  Keith's Dad asked.

"You got me there. I'm getting ready to go to Phill's concert.  Who's is
it?"  Keith asked.

"Shepherd Recording Studio, that's who. See what I mean now?"  Keith's Dad
asked.

"Oh, I see what you mean," Keith said, smiling to himself. He had told his
Dad about the events they witnessed a few days ago, with this man who owns
the studio beating his son in front of them. That definitely wasn't a good
point in his favor.

"I could buy him out and manage this for you if you wish, sweetheart,"
Keith's Dad told him

"Oh DAD, that would be awesome, really awesome, Dad!" Keith said, almost
shouting.

"I knew this would interest you. Would you mind coming over to my office
and we could drop by this guy's studio in an hour?" Keith's Dad asked him.

"Huh! You mean now, right this minute?"  Keith asked.

"Yes Keith, he is already talking with a competitor of ours and I feel this
deal could be made today if you come with me and you like the deal,"
Keith's Dad told him.

"Ok give me a few minutes to change my clothes and I will be right over,"
Keith replied.

"No, just come as you are. I am sure you look fine. Take the white limo to
pick me up. I took my Bentley this morning and I would rather we discussed
things on our way there in private," Keith's Dad told him.

"Ok, Cool Dad, talk to you in a few minutes. I love you Dad," Keith said.

"I love you a lot too, Keith. I know you love me, especially when I buy you
things you want," Keith's Dad said, laughing and closing the line.

"Oh booooh! Dad!" Keith said, looking at the phone and laughing. He knew
this was the truth, his Dad never could say no to his only son and child.

Keith met his Dad at his office and they left to see David Shepherd.
Keith's Dad made him a good offer, a little higher that the other
mega-studio was offering him, and the deal was sealed. Of course, it didn't
hurt that Keith casually mentioned Jimmy's beating during the negotiations.
A few subtle hints of black mail on their part seemed to really hasten up
the negotiations.

Keith was almost jumping up and down when they got outside the studio. He
was telling his Dad all the plans he was making for the studio's future,
which naturally included Phill's band.  Keith and his Dad talked while the
limo drove toward his Dad's offices in LA.  Then, the driver took him
straight to the football game. He couldn't wait to see how Phill took the
news. The band had their own studio, and could record anything they wanted.

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