Date: Thu, 28 Sep 2000 14:53:37 -0500
From: fsw99 <fsw99@pop.mindspring.com>
Subject: Chapter 36 of One Big Happy Family

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			    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.

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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.

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