Hi people! I just thought I would let you know about some of the details in this story just in case you get confused. Blaine's house is away from the main roads, sheltered by trees. There is a link to the house here. www . hodgson houses House%20Reassembled% 205%20Mast% 20Road%20Woods% 20Hole%20MA %208%202007%20Pic% (Just take out the spaces.)

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Early the next morning, Kurt woke up to the sound of crunching gravel. He flipped back the covers and walked to his window, peeking out. He couldn't look away from the rippling muscles of Blaine's back as he swung the axe to chop a piece of wood for the fireplace. "Gives off better warmth in the winter and evenings than that electric rubbish, Kurt, and it believe me, it does get cold." He remembers Blaine telling him last night. His insides started twisting as Kurt realised he was getting excited at the sight of Blaine.

Stretching, he trudged into the en suite bathroom he is lucky to have and turned on the shower. He stripped out of his pyjamas and stepped in, letting the warm water caress his body. He grabbed his body wash and started washing his body before he gave up ignoring it and grabbed his hard cock in his hand. Supporting himself with one hand on the wall, he moaned at the slight friction of his hand as he moved faster, the coil tightening in his stomach. He closed his eyes and pictured Blaine; his strong arms holding him on the bed, preventing his escape as Blaine's lips moved down his neck and his body. He pictured himself with his legs wrapped around Blaine's body as he was shoved roughly against the wall, Blaine's hard, fast thrusts causing his back to rub deliciously up and down it.

Kurt moaned and gasped loudly as the coil broke and his orgasm hit him full force, spurting all over his hand and onto the shower wall. "Blaine!" He cried as his body became limbless, collapsing against the side of the shower. He gave himself time to recover before finishing up cleaning himself and getting out of the shower, drying off with a fresh towel. Kurt walked into his bedroom and rooted through his closet, finally deciding on a pale blue tight button up shirt, his tightest pair of black skinny jeans that make his ass look fabulous and some black, knee length boots.

He made his way downstairs and stopped just at the bottom of the stairs and stared at his uncle. 'God and I thought his back looked hot.' He thought as he looked at Blaine's chest. It was covered in a layer of dark, fine hairs, and he was buff! For a 41 year old man, he kept in shape! Kurt realised it must be both from the wood chopping and being a policeman. He knew that his uncle was older, but he couldn't help it. Now seeing him like this, Kurt really wanted him. He smirked as he strutted into the kitchen, leaning on the counter with his perfect ass stretched out slightly. "Hi, Uncle Blaine." He said as he saw Blaine turn around and stare at him.

Blaine blinked as he saw his nephew in such figure hugging clothes. He put a smile on his face and forced himself to look at Kurt's face. "Good morning, Kurt. You are up early, would you like some breakfast?" He asked, turning back around and busying himself with the cooker. "I'm having scrambled eggs and bacon. Would you like that?"

"Sure, Uncle Blaine, I'd love that. Could I have the bacon crispy, though? I don't like it when it's soft." He smirked, teasing him. "Oh, and can I have extra whites please in my eggs? I like white stuff." He laughed to himself as he walked into the sitting room and flipped on the television to some boring channel. Blaine stood in the kitchen, thinking to himself. 'It must be my dirty mind. Kurt didn't mean... that. He's my innocent little nephew. He simply meant he likes more egg whites, right?' He shook it off and cooked breakfast for the two of them.


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