Disclaimer: I do not Glee, any of the characters or OnlyFans.
That red wolf shirt. That stupid red wolf shirt. He didn't know how Finn's favourite t-shirt got into his laundry. But he should have just left it for another day or thrown it in the trash. Then the last few weeks of his life would have passed very differently. But no, as he was a good brother, he went to return it to Finn, and that's where things took a wild turn.
Kurt knocked on Finn's bedroom door. "Finn," he knocked, "I think your shirt got mixed up with my laundry".
No reply. He was sure Finn was in, probably had his headphones on and didn't hear him. He knocked again and said a little louder this time, "Finn, are you there?"
"Come …ing." Finn replied in a weird voice.
Kurt, rather foolishly, did not think too much of it and opened Finn's door. He pushed open the door and instead of expecting to see Finn engaged in video games at his computer, found Finn lounging back in his chair, completely naked, jerking off.
"I'm cumming…ahhh" He groaned, apparently not noticing Kurt.
Kurt froze in place, mouth agape, as Finn thrust his hips up into his hand, sweat making his body slick and practically glowing in the light. "Finn!" Kurt gasped quietly as Finn began to orgasm, small spurts of white cum erupting over his fist, and shooting upwards onto his chest.
Finn, finally noticing Kurt during this moment, looked over, facial expression in a mix of pleasure and horror, was helpless to react much as his body orgasmed and he continued to jerk his cock.
Kurt, finally regaining his wits, blurted out a quick "Sorry!" and closed the door on his step-brother. He quickly retreated to his own bedroom, horrified and embarrassed to have witnessed that. The entire ordeal had only lasted a few seconds, and yet it had seemed to last an eternity to Kurt, those brief moments now burned into his brain.
He sat on his bed for far longer than he probably should, thinking (and probably over thinking) about what happened. It was just an embarrassing incident, one of which happens to practically everyone right? They'd be awkward about it for a day or two, then get over it, then laugh about it years later. No harm done, everybody gets on with their lives.
Except… Kurt couldn't help but notice that a few details didn't quite make sense, and he was starting to think this was no ordinary masturbatory session that every guy on the planet engaged in.
First, most obviously, Finn hadn't told him to come in, he said he was cumming, and Kurt misheard. Was he talking to someone else when he said this? Secondly, the video on his computer wasn't porn, not straight porn anyway. But instead a video of a guy jerking off, which was odd, as he was fairly certain by this point in their lives that Finn wasn't attracted to guys. Third, the unnaturally warm glow in which Finn's body caught the light and shined. Finn apparently had astonishingly good lighting in his room.
He was recording himself. Well, that wasn't unusual, lots of people take photos and videos of themselves in intimate moments. But a few weeks ago Kurt had noticed that Finn had purchased a very nice and very expensive camera, and then a shiny new computer, and over the last few weeks an assortment of parcels had arrived for Finn. When Kurt asked about it Finn had responded that he was really getting into streaming. Kurt had thought nothing of it at the time. He now realised he didn't mean video game streaming.
Kurt wasn't a total prude, and he had heard of those sites, where people upload content of themselves for money. Naked usually. But for Finn to join one? It seemed laughable. Sam? Maybe. Puck? Almost certainly. But the idiot in the next room who seemed barely more sexual than Kurt though? Ridiculous. No, he was overthinking it. He needed to put it out of his mind and get on with things.
Except that he couldn't. No matter how much he tried to get his brain to think about literally anything else, it wouldn't budge. Everytime he closed his eyes he saw it again, Finn's nude and practically glistening body writhing in pleasure as his orgasm overtook him. He knew there was only one thing for it. Google.
He pulled out his laptop and opened a new incognito tab to be safe. Unsurprisingly, searching 'Finn Christopher Hudson' found nothing of note. His social media accounts, with which Kurt had already seen, some old show choir blogs which they were all featured in, and some cricketer in England whom he mostly shared a name with. No good. Finn was dumb, but he wasn't stupid, he obviously wouldn't set something like this up in his own name. Kurt thought harder. He googled Finn Hudmel, no luck. He continued to search every variation of his first, middle and last names. Still nothing. Well then obviously Kurt was wrong. It didn't happen often but it was nice to know that he had just overreacted. He was ready to close the tab, put something on Netflix to distract him and maybe he might be able to look Finn in the eye tomorrow.
And then he saw it. The wolf shirt. He still had it, forgetting to drop it in Finn's room earlier and carrying it back to his own room again. Finn liked wolves. His phone wallpaper was a wolf. He had a poster of a wolf in his room. And that shirt, his favourite shirt, ancient and tattered, had a huge wolf across the front. He googled Finn Wolf, nothing again. Chris Wolf, some actor he didn't know. Christopher Wolf, and then there it was. Second page of results. Christopher Wolf - Onlyfans.
Kurt stared in nervous apprehension at the link, deciding whether to click it. There was no certainty it was him, could be anyone with that name, and yet he knew it was Finn. But if he opened it, he'd be crossing a line he knew he shouldn't. But he was in too deep by this point and knew he would never know peace until he found out for definite. So he steeled his nerves, thanked whatever deity was in the sky that he wasn't related to Finn by blood, and opened the link.
His heart rate jumped immediately after opening the page and seeing the profile pic. Finn, shirtless, posing in their shared bathroom. Kurt sat back and let out a deep breath that he didn't realise he was holding in. Finn, his former crush, his current step-brother of several years, and also one of his closest friends, was basically a porn star. For 10 bucks a month, Kurt could subscribe and see all kinds of smut he was engaging in. But would he subscribe? Did he actually want to see Finn doing all kinds of stuff better left unthought about? He was long over his boyhood crush of Finn, and while not related by blood, they were brothers, and Kurt cared for Finn a great deal in a platonic, familial way. But still, his curiosity wasn't subsiding. He pressed 'Subscribe', and entered his payment details. For 10 bucks a month this had better be worth it at least. He didn't want to feel ripped off.
He started scrolling. Dozens of photos and videos of Finn were now unlocked. Some naked, some dressed, some in costumes, working out, jerking off, playing with sex toys, fleshlights, vibrators and more. Kurt felt like he was on fire. His face was burning red as he continued to scroll down, uncovering more content of his step-brother. He was fighting very hard to keep his own erection down, as he stared at Finn's own dick, and watched him jerk off and moan and writhe in pleasure.
He didn't know how much time he had spent going through everything, but when he scrolled back to the top and refreshed the page he saw another new video had been posted. He stared at the title in horror, stomach dropping and blood running cold.
'My step-brother walked in :P'
He didn't. There is no way Finn had posted a sexual video with Kurt featured in it. He knew he didn't have a leg to stand on regarding privacy invasions, but this was insane. He cautiously pressed play.
It started as several others had, Finn in his underwear, gently stroking his dick through the fabric and rubbing his chest, before gradually removing his boxer-briefs and unleashing his erection. Kurt stared at Finn, enamoured, but realising that he was not finding this as erotic as he would watching any other guy jerking off. His own cock stayed mercifully soft. Guess he really was completely over his crush on Finn.
As the video went on Finn began moaning softly, jerking his dick in a variety of rhythms, fast then slow, changing his grip. His other hand freely roaming his body, rubbing his chest, his nipples, stroking his balls. His moaning grew heavier and louder and he uttered in a strangled voice, "I'm cumming."
Kurt's blood ran cold again as he knew what was about to happen. As he heard a door softly open off-camera, Finn's body started convulsing as his balls tensed up and his cock began spurting cum over his body. He heard a soft voice speak, a barely audible, and indistinguishable word spoken. Finn spun around away from the camera to face the door as he realised he was not alone. Kurt heard himself say sorry, and the door slamming closed. Then Finn turned to face the camera again, His orgasm subsided as he gave an awkward and embarrassed smile to the camera. "Whoops," he laughed, "probably should have locked that door. My brother caught me." Finn let his cock go and showed his cum covered hand to the camera. "Nice load this time," he chuckled. He winked at the camera, and then the video ended.
Kurt stared at the blank screen for some time, as he tried to process what he had just seen. Finn had uploaded a sexual video, with Kurt in it (sort of), for the entire world to see. Without asking him. Kurt should have felt rage. Pure unrelenting anger at his brother for this massive breach of trust. But he didn't. He was calm. He barely even felt revulsion at seeing Finn in such a way. He was eerily calm, and all he could think about was how the hell he could confront him about this.
The next few days passed awkwardly between them. They passed each other silently in the hallway and avoided eye contact. They didn't hang out and watch TV, and even avoided spending mealtimes together. On the third morning after 'The Incident' Kurt realised he could dodge Finn no more. The house was becoming unbearably tense, and he missed the big lug. Kurt went to go make some coffee and saw Finn sitting at the breakfast table eating cereal. He went beetroot red after seeing Kurt walk in, mumbled something that might have been "Good morning," and kept his head down, staring into his cereal bowl. Kurt sighed then poured himself a coffee and sat down opposite Finn.
"Are we ever going to talk about this? Or anything? Or are we just going to spend the rest of our lives avoiding each other and sitting in awkward silence?" Kurt asked him.
Finn finished his cereal, let out a deep breath, and then replied "I guess so. I've been meaning to bring it up, but it's awkward."
"Just a little." Kurt laughed.
"So I need to tell you something," Finn began, not meeting good eyes, as Kurt wondered where he was going with this. "Uh, how do I put this?"
"You were jerking off." Kurt supplied.
"No," Finn responded. "Well yes, but that's not really what I wanted to talk about. Well it sort of is, but not exactly."
Kurt froze, now really dreading where Finn was going with this.
"So yes, I was jacking off. But not for the reason you think. Not just cos I was uh, horny, or whatever."
Oh no, he was going to admit it, Kurt thought. He was actually going to tell Kurt about his account, rather than just laugh the whole thing off as an embarrassing incident. Why would he say this unprompted?
"I was recording myself," Finn said, "For, uh. For my um-"
"For your OnlyFans account." Kurt finished his sentence for him.
Finn's mouth hung open, the words stolen from him. "How did you know? I never told you."
Kurt sighed, "Finn you were recording yourself, you bought that fancy camera, the professional lighting, it wasn't hard to put it together." Kurt decided not to tell him he had found his account just yet, that might just be a little too awkward for the moment.
Finn, to his credit, barely looked embarrassed, more amazed that Kurt had figured it out, and relieved he wasn't going to yell at him. Yet.
"How long?" Kurt asked.
"About two months." Finn responded. "I was a little short on cash and Puck recommended it."
Kurt rolled his eyes, well at least he could also yell at Puck about this. He began to decide how to phrase his next question, he didn't want to let Finn know yet that he had seen the most recent video. "So when I walked in-"
Finn cut him off, "That's what I wanted to talk about. That video did well. Like, really well. Easily my most popular yet."
Kurt looked uneasy, "Finn, what are you saying?"
"So I sort of uploaded when you came in, you're not actually in it of course, well not really anyway. You can kind of hear your voice, but you barely notice it. But that video got like a ton of views and comments. People really liked it."
Kurt shifted in his seat, his coffee was cooling as he'd forgotten it, he had an uneasy inkling about where this was going. "Finn."
Finn looked guiltily at him, and hesitated before saying, "Are you familiar with step-sibling porn?"
Kurt's jaw dropped. "Absolutely fucking not!" He roared.
"Now hear me out!" Finn cut in, "It's not just a meme, it's a really popular porn genre."
"Finn!" Kurt yelled, "Most of that is fake, you know that, right?"
"Yes, exactly! But this!" He pointed emphatically at the two of them, "This isn't fake. We are totally real step-brothers, and can milk the hell out of this because it's real."
Kurt looked incredulous, "You are disgusting Finn."
"It's not illegal, we're not blood." Finn said.
Kurt replied, "That's not the point Finn, it's sick! It's wrong! What if our parents found out? What if our friends found out?"
"Oh don't be such a prude Kurt," Finn responded. "Half of Hollywood have had their nudes leaked, and tons of people have accounts like this. Puck has one! Santana has one! Even that Zizes chick has one. It's not a big deal anymore."
"I am not having sex with you Finn!" Kurt yelled.
Finn tried to reassure him, "Nobody is saying full buttsex. Sometimes the lighter stuff plays better. Some suggestive photos, maybe we take a shower together, maybe we jack off next to each other, maybe some light touching, I don't know."
Kurt felt like he had stepped into another dimension, "You aren't gay Finn."
"I've gotten really comfortable with my sexuality over the last few months." He said plainly, as if this somehow made everything easier to digest.
"No," Kurt responded. "No, no, and no again. I'm leaving the room, and am going to try very hard to forget this conversation ever happened. You would be best to do the same." Finn almost looked defeated.
He got up and began to leave the kitchen, stopping only to dispose of his now freezing coffee. Just as he got to the doorway, Finn played his last card.
"I made 10 grand last month."
Kurt froze in place, and slowly spun around to face Finn.
Finn grinned at Kurt, "10 thousand dollars, and that was just me. And that video, where there was just a mention of you, sent my views skyrocketing. Imagine what would happen if you were actually there with me. We could make a fortune out of this."
"Finn." Kurt said quietly, his resolve beginning to crumble.
Finn knew he was getting through to him, "We split it 50-50. Think of the money Kurt, you can buy a car, clothes, save for the future, whatever you want."
Kurt let out a deep sigh, "How much touching would be required?"
Finn smiled triumphantly at him.
Notes: This is Chapter 1 of should be a 4 part fic. Chapter 2 will be posted soon.
