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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M, Multi
  Fandom:
      Glee
  Relationship:
      Burt_Hummel/Kurt_Hummel
  Character:
      Kurt_Hummel, Burt_Hummel, Carole_Hudson-Hummel
  Additional Tags:
      Incest, Boypussy, Slut_Shaming, Threesome_-_F/M/M, Dubious_Consent, Kink
      Meme
  Series:
      Part 1 of A_Family_Affair
  Stats:
      Published: 2013-05-28 Words: 2849
****** A Family Affair ******
by gigi42
Summary
     Burt seduces Kurt at Carole’s urging. Based on a GKM prompt for
     Hummelcest.
===============================================================================
The first time it happens, Kurt stumbles into the dark lounge that’s lit only
by the cop show playing on the television. He’s flushed, too hot and a still
disturbed from the nightmare that woke him. After downing a glass of water in
the cooler kitchen, he goes looking for his dad, finding him sprawled along the
sofa alone.
His dad glances up at him, looming at the end of the couch and asks if he’s
okay.
“I had a nightmare,” Kurt says with a shrug, toying with the hem of his pyjama
top. “Can I stay up for a bit? With you?” He breathes a sigh of relief as his
dad stretches out an arm to pull him down onto the couch.
“Jeez, Kurt. You’re burning up. Ditch the pyjamas and come lie with me. I’ll
look after you while you cool down.”
Kurt hesitates for mere seconds before deciding to do it. A quick glance at his
father’s recliner reassures him that they’re alone. Even though it’s pointed at
the TV, he can’t see anyone sitting in it. He strips down to his panties and
settles in, stretching out alongside his dad’s body.
They lay like that a while, watching crime scene protocol being ignored as an
investigator tries to track an assassin. The plot’s too convoluted for Kurt to
follow but it’s detailed enough to take his mind off his dream. He shifts to
lie on his back, a hand pillowed under his head as his dad’s hand splays out
across his bare pale stomach.
He laughs at a commercial not even flinching as his dad’s hand slides down
lower. Kurt only starts to pay attention when it slides under the waistband of
his pale blue knickers. His breathing becomes shallow and he glances at his
father’s face but finds it impassive, still watching television.
Fingers slide over his shaved mound and Kurt instinctively parts his legs the
tiniest bit before he realizes what he’s doing and pushes his knees together.
But it’s too little too late, he can feel one of his dad’s fingers slide over
his hooded clit and then down the length of his pussy. He panics a little and
glances back to the television wondering if it’ll stop if he does nothing. It
doesn’t and he gets wet without realizing it as his knees drift apart a little.
His dad’s finger slides up and down his slit slowly, occasionally pausing to
lightly tease his clit that’s responding to the stimulation, standing out
proudly and sending shivers down Kurt’s thighs.  Again, he looks at his
father’s face. This time he’s looking back, watching his expression carefully
and Kurt can’t help but gasp a little as his dad’s fingertip dips into his
entrance slightly.
“The commercials are over,” his dad says with a nod to the TV as he moves to
slide his whole hand over Kurt’s vulva.
This time Kurt lets a leg fall open, knocking against his dad’s thigh. He
wonders when this became okay but he’s having a hard time focussing on anything
as his dad slides a finger up inside him. It feels so good, it’s not enough but
good all the same. His breathing comes a little faster as his dad pulls it out
and slides all his fingers over his pussy, restrained only by the panties
covering his hand.
“I can’t believe you have such a slutty pussy,” his father whispers. A finger
dips back inside and Kurt’s breath hitches as hot breath ghosts over his ear.
“Are you going to be a good slut, Kurt? Hmm?”
Kurt arches as two fingers are pushed into him. “Fuck,” he pants out.
“What a good little slut. Yeah, there you go. Fuck yourself on my fingers.”
Kurt swivels his hips trying to get his father’s fingers to move inside him
again. “C’mon, fuck that cunt on my fingers.”
He feels helpless but bucks against his dad’s hand anyway, pushing the fingers
in deeper. He whines because it’s still not enough and he’s never really heard
his father use this kind of language, let alone call him such names. How is
this a thing for him, he wonders briefly before the fingers moving in and out
curl up and rub his pussy from the inside out.
“Give me that come, you little slut.”
Kurt pants hard as the continuous rubbing and prodding against his g-spot pays
off. He curses under his breath as his body responds, seizing up against his
dad’s fingers that are buried deep inside.
His other leg falls open as the hand is pulled out of his panties and Kurt
stares at the ceiling waiting for his breathing to normalize before he says
anything. He doesn’t know what to say anyway.
“Here,” his dad says and then there’s slippery fingers pushing past his lips.
“Suck your juices up, slut.” Kurt licks around the fingers in his mouth and
shivers as he feels his dad’s cock hard against his thigh.
His father lifts his leg, letting Kurt’s thigh slip between his own and then
clamps down on it. Kurt holds still as his dad rubs off against his leg. He
sucks a little harder on the fingers as they push in further.
“Fuck, Kurt. She said you’d let me but I never thought you would. But you loved
it, didn’t you? My perfect little slut,” his dad whispers as he shudders
against Kurt’s body, wet warmth spreading against his thigh.
The fingers leave his mouth and Kurt watches his dad wipe them off on his
soiled pyjama pants. “Dad?” he asks hesitantly, not sure what he wants to ask.
“Time for bed now. You go and get some sleep. G’on.” Kurt rolls off the couch
as his father gives him a small push. He stands there a little dazed, not sure
what to do but his dad quickly tells him to put his pyjamas on and go to bed.
So he does, wondering who his dad was referring to earlier. Falling asleep
quickly, it’s soon forgotten.
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The next time it happens, it starts in much the same way. Kurt wakes up late at
night and heads downstairs in search of his father. He’s kind of glad his
father insisted on such a strict bed time when Finn and Carole moved in. It
means that Finn is definitely dead to the world right now and Carole’s probably
all tucked in as well.
He finds his father sitting on the couch this time. They barely exchange any
words before his dad is pushing Kurt’s pants and underwear down. Kurt takes the
hint and strips off his top as well, letting his dad’s hands guide him to sit
in his lap with his legs together.
This time his father’s hands toy with his nipples as they watch television in
the dark. Kurt lets his head loll back against the solid chest behind him and
his legs spread automatically.
When the touch to his pussy comes, he sighs and moves to hook his legs over his
father’s widespread thighs. His eyes are closed when fingers push into his
pussy again and the squelch as they thrust in over and over seems louder than
the program on TV.
His skin is hot when his dad says all the same dirty things in a husky voice,
calling him names and telling him how good he is at taking his fingers. Kurt
lets it happen though, he wants it. He’d heard all the worst words from
Karofsky before he was expelled. He doesn’t care anymore. They don’t matter,
they’re just words. He wants to come again, even if it’s at his father's hand.
Kurt’s so far gone with the fingers delving deeply in him that he doesn’t even
hear her approach. He doesn’t realize anyone else is even in the room until a
tongue starts licking at his clit. He jerks to sit up but his dad’s other hand
is splayed across his chest, holding him tight to his own body.
He looks down to see Carole with her eyes closed, intent on sucking and licking
his stiff clit, her own hand busy under her nightie. Kurt lets out a whimper,
more than a little horrified but his dad keeps him still while continuing to
pump three fingers in and out of his pussy.
“Shh, let her help you come. She’s wanted to taste you after last time.” Kurt
lets out a soft moan as Carole sucks harder, tongue nudging his clit
constantly. He doesn’t try to fight it as a wave of heat runs over his skin,
his insides clenching up and drenching his dad’s fingers.
Kurt whines when all sensation stops. He opens his eyes, unsure of when they’d
closed, to watch his father feed his come soaked fingers to his step-mother.
“How does my slut taste, baby?”
Carole whines as the fingers she’s sucking are pulled away. She grabs at her
husband's hand and rubs her cheek against it, like a cat. “I need more,” she
says with a pout. His dad lets out a deep laugh that tickles Kurt’s skin.
“Have at it, Carole.”
A hand grabs under each of Kurt’s knees and pulls them back, completely
exposing his pussy to his step-mother. He catches the way her eyes light up
before she lunges back in and sticks her tongue straight inside him. Kurt
arches against his father as the tongue laps at him. It’s not long before he
gives in and starts to thrust his cunt against Carole’s tongue.
When Kurt comes again, his dad is rubbing his face in his hair and telling him
to squirt over his whore’s face. Carole doesn’t stop licking until Kurt is
wriggling in his father’s lap and whining.
His dad pushes him off his lap and he’s dumped in a heap on a nearby cushion,
watching as Carole lifts her nightie over her head and clambers up to straddle
his father. Pyjama pants are pushed down and Kurt sees his dad’s dick for the
first time before Carole lines it up and sinks down on it.
Kurt pulls his legs together, folding them under him, as he watches his parents
fuck right next to him on the sofa. It doesn’t last long. His dad pulls at
Carole’s hips, dragging her lower as he thrusts up in double time, groaning
into her neck as he comes. Kurt doesn’t wait to be told. He slips off the couch
and grabs his clothes, stopping to get dressed in the hallway before climbing
the stairs.
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The third time is different. Finn is away for the night, sleeping over at
Puck’s. Kurt finishes loading the dishwasher and heads up to complete his face
sloughing ritual.
He’s seated at his dressing table when his father pushes the door open without
knocking. Kurt watches in the mirror as his dad strips naked and walks up
behind him. The buttons of Kurt’s pyjamas are undone and his shirt is pulled
off. His undershirt follows quickly.
The heat of his father’s hard cock presses between his shoulder blades as
thumbs push into the back of his neck. His dad stands there rubbing against him
as he finishes moisturizing. As Kurt screws the lid on and puts the jar back in
its place, his dad steps back and waits for him to turn around. Kurt pulls the
headband from his forehead and swings his feet around to face his father.
“Open up, slut.”
Kurt lets his mouth drop open. He’s never given a blowjob before but who better
to practise on. His dad still loves him regardless of what he calls him. He
won’t be judged on technique or lack thereof.
The thick cock slides along his tongue as he closes his mouth around it and the
tangy smell of sweat wafts from his father’s groin. His mouth feels overly
full. He has a hard time trying to swallow at first but figures out how to move
his tongue to let the pooling saliva slide down his gullet. His dad’s hands
come to rest on each side of his jaw. Kurt can feel thumbs rubbing over each of
his cheeks and his dad angles to the side, pushing his dick into the flexible
skin. The bulge in his cheek feels obscene but his father is enthralled,
stroking over the lump pushing outwards.
Just when Kurt thinks he might have the hang of it, his dad pulls out and grabs
at his hand, pulling up him to stand. His pants and knickers are yanked down
and he’s led to his bed and laid out, legs spread.
He gasps as his father lies between his legs and pulls his pussy lips apart,
inspecting him before he dips his head and starts licking with a fat tongue.
Kurt writhes as his dad rubs a thumb over his clit and focuses on tongue
fucking his cunt. His grunting isn’t something he’s aware of until his father's
mouth moves away and Kurt stopping making noise to suck in a deep breath. The
scratch of stubble catches on his sensitive mound as his dad starts kissing his
way up his body, stopping to tease Kurt’s nipples between his teeth.
He groans as his father mouths at his neck, the skid of a heavy cock against
his inner thigh has him wondering if his dad will fuck him tonight. He doesn’t
have any time to think about it when he feels the dick nudging at his entrance,
pushing through the soft slick skin. He takes another big breath and opens his
eyes to see his dad watching him.
“You’ve been teasing me too long, Kurt. It’s time to let me in.” Kurt nods
slowly as the cock inches into him, making his mouth drop open at the
sensation.
His dad lets out a low groan as Kurt’s pussy stretches to accommodate his hot
fat shaft. “My sweet slut. Fuck, baby, so fucking tight. Fuck,” he mutters
before crashing his mouth against Kurt’s.
His father pulls back before he bottoms out but only to push back in further,
more insistently. Kurt gasps and grunts as his dad works up a rhythm that has
him both pinned to the bed and rebounding to fuck back, his pussy swallowing
his father’s cock hungrily.
Kurt revels in the tongue kisses his father presses on him. Kissing is almost
as fun as fucking but it’s hard to concentrate when combining both so Kurt
settles on dragging his teeth over the tendons in his dad’s neck. Eventually
Kurt throws his head back against the pillow, letting his dad hook his hands
over the back of his shoulders and thrust into him at lightning speed. He’s so
close to coming when his father fucks in deep and squirts inside him, that he’s
a little bit miffed when his dad stops moving and simply lies atop of him,
breathing harshly.
He wriggles a hand between their sweaty bodies and rubs sloppily at his clit.
Tilting his pussy back and forth, he makes the cock inside him slide in and out
a little.  He whimpers when his dad starts to work with him, pressing back in
deeper.
“Work that pussy on my cock, slut.”
Kurt moans as everything start to feel just right, all his muscles working in
concert to push him into orgasm. “Fuck, dad. Fuck! D-dad-daddy, uh!”
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Kurt and his dad fuck at least twice a week now, usually once with Carole
present and then again, days later, to have each other to themselves.
It’s nice to have someone sucking on his pussy while he kisses his dad, Kurt
decides. It would be better with another cock though. At least he wouldn’t have
his head pushed into Carole’s pussy at his father's hand. Kurt’s not a big fan
of licking Carole out but he doesn’t mind too much as long as his dad fucks him
at the same time. Sometimes, if he's feeling generous, Kurt rubs their pussies
together to make Carole scream with pleasure.
He wonders what would happen if Finn stumbled across him in the nude or being
fucked by his dad. Of course his father had told his wife about Kurt’s anatomy
when they married but no one’s mentioned anything to Finn yet. Kurt wonders
what his step-brother’s reaction would be if he called Finn into his room while
his fingers are buried deep in his cunt. Would Finn pull them out and replace
them with his large dick? Kurt’s imagination has been going wild for weeks
after ‘accidentally’ walking in on Finn after a shower. He knows exactly what
his step-brother is packing and what he’d like Finn to be fucking him with.
Perhaps he should find out, he muses. After all, his dad and Carole will be out
late on Friday for date night. He might get lucky. If it works in his favor,
Kurt is sure he’ll be able get both Finn and his dad in bed together eventually
to try double penetration. He’s read so much about it. It sounds marvellous.
And what fun that would be, a family affair.
 
Fin
 
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