Date: Sat, 16 Sep 2023 12:59:44 +0100 From: Kichirou Ito Subject: Enemy of The Architect Chapter 3 The following story contains strong language and explicit scenes of gay incest between two cousins. If you are underage or offended by this kind of material then please leave. Please help keep Nifty going and donate, http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html Enemey of The Architect by Kichirou Chapter 3 Friday, 28th June, Art remained quiet the entire drive home, both embarrassed and scared. When the car parked, he shuffled himself out, trying not to make eye contact with Olivia, even if she was unaware of the recent antics. "Leave the stuff in the car. I'll unload it later." Olivia stated, double-checking the car door had locked. Tai stopped at the front door and turned to face an immobile Art, "What are you doing?" The older boy looked at the curious child, "Nothing. Just standing." he muttered. Tai shrugged and walked inside the house. Art sighed, 'I can't do this. I'm fucked if I get caught. Just play it cool,' He reassured himself enough to follow his cousin inside. As he removed his shoes, Art could feel a set of eyes on him. Tai was sitting at the top of the stairs, hugging the railing and waving with a smile, 'Just wave back, and act natural... ish.' He waved and presented his most convincing fake smile, casually walking into the kitchen. "Anything I can do to help?" he looked desperately at his aunt, hoping she might have something for him to do. Olivia sieved flour into a bowl, "You could pass me some eggs from the fridge," Art sighed with relief as he moved to the fridge. Tai was standing in the kitchen archway, perplexed, "Hey, uh, you wanna go swim?" the boy asked shyly, playing with his nose. Art tried not to smile at the lack of subtlety the kid possessed, "Maybe later." regretting every word that passed his lips. He couldn't trust himself not to take advantage of a half-naked, wet, adorably cute little boy. The very thought made him blush. "Oh, okay." the child muttered with a sad expression and disappeared. "I'm okay in here, dear." Olivia took the eggs from her nephew. "Are you sure?" "I'm sure." She gave his arm a playful push. Art slowly shuffled his way to the living room, Drawn to the TV. Sure enough, Tai was watching a nature documentary about ants. The boy turned to inspect his visitor, and upon seeing his cousin, he quickly scowled and diverted his attention back to the show. 'Ah fuck...' Art rubbed the back of his head and moved towards the sofa, sitting next to the small, angry goblin. "What are you watching?" Tai ignored the question. "You like ants?" Tai made no audible response but instead shifted away slightly, a sure sigh of Leave me alone if ever he'd seen one. Moving closer to the boy, he leaned in, "You mad at me?" Tai nodded once, "You still want to go swimming?" Surprisingly, the kid shook his head. The whole situation was more severe than he thought. Art wrapped his arms around the boy, who almost jumped out of his skin, "Well, I'm not letting go until you forgive me so..." Tai tried to push him off and started to laugh, but then quickly remembered he was supposed to be angry, "Stop!" he scolded, "You keep ignoring me! Why should I forgive you." his voice croaked a little, his eyes became glossy, on the verge of tears. "I didn't mean to make you upset," Art whispered, leaning back on the sofa. Tai gave in to the hug, "Why don't you wanna do anything with me?" "I do, but..." The words got caught in his throat. A short silence fluttered between them for several minutes. Neither one knew what to say to the other. Olivia howled from the kitchen, "Tai, go get ready. Your tutor is on her way!" It startled them both, Tai more so. Art was perplexed as to why a tutor would be working in the summer holidays. Art fell into his little world of trying to answer a pointless question. He wasn't paying attention to his surroundings. It was a blur, a shadow at the corner of his eye, faster than he could blink. Pushing himself up, Tai turned to face his cousin, quickly kissing him on the cheek and then running out of the room! For the second time today, Tai had stunned him, and for the second time today, he had left Art sporting a solid boner, "Shit!" he cursed, trying to tuck his erection into his waistband. Standing up showed it was still quite noticeable. The only option was to stay seated until it settled. It must have been ten minutes since it started, but it finally went soft enough to move. As Art stood, Tai popped around the corner with a devious smile, radiating a sense of accomplishment. Art had so many questions, but he couldn't find the words. The doorbell rang, and Olivia greeted the person on the other side. Tai put a finger to his lips, silently telling his cousin to keep hush. A young woman in her early twenties entered the living room and placed her hands on Tai's shoulders. 'This is the tutor? A bit young to teach...' Art quietly judged, putting his hand up and giving a half-arsed wave. "Shall we get started?" she calmly suggested, walking through the living room into Mateo's study. Young Tai followed, grabbing Art's hand as he passed by, "Come on," a gentle command. 'What the fuck is happening...' It's the only thing that kept encircling his mind as he watched his little cousin sitting a few feet away undergoing tuition on the life and death of an old poet that seemed a tad complex and morbid for a 9-year-old. However, he looked infatuated. "Dante's Hell revolutionized the very idea of hell," she pinned a picture of a famous painting depicting Dante standing between the mountain of purgatory and the city of Florence. "In the Divine Comedy, when Lucifer fell from Heaven, his impact created Hell. But it also displaced the land on the opposite side of the Earth, creating Mount Purgatory. Divided into three categories; corrupted love that caused harm, Pride, Envy and Wrath. Deficient love, Sloth. Excessive love of good things, Greed, Gluttony and Lust. Where Hell was the domain for the punishment of sin and expelled downwards, purgatory was the spiralling staircase of atoning for your sins. At the top is the Garden of Eden, where those who have atoned may enter Heaven." She trailed off onto her interpretations of Dante's works and what they meant to her. Tai was happily taking notes and asking questions. No wonder the kid was as smart as he was, yearning for this young woman's knowledge. After an hour of discussions and reading, Elena, the tutor, packed her things and turned to her young student. "I want you to read this, and next week you can recite your favourite parts." She ruffled Tai's hair, "But I want reasons why you liked those particular parts." They both left the study toward the front door. Art slowly followed suit, and Olivia came out of nowhere to thank Elena for her trouble, seeing her out. "Did you both enjoy the lesson?" she wondered, wrapping her arms around the two boys and herding them into the kitchen. "I liked it, but it was kinda sad," Tai spoke and then ran to take his seat at the dinner table. "Sad? What was the lesson about?" She looked over at her nephew for a more informative explanation. "It was about a poet who was exiled from his home, but it was interesting," Art said, taking his place next to the boy, who greeted him with an elfin smile. Olivia placed sandwiches on the table, "Cheese and pickle. We'll be having a roast dinner later," she looked towards Tai, "Your dad will be home early for a change." The child started fidgeting, his legs swaying back and forth, "Okay." he responded. Olivia left the two boys and walked outside to sit beside the pool, indulging in the book she had been reading the previous day. Three o'clock came around, and Art was in the living room watching JoJo's Bizarre Adventure on Netflix. Tai had gone off to do homework not long after their sandwiches. Olivia came around the corner, "I'm heading to the shop. I won't be long." She moved the hair from her nephew's eyes and left the house. Tai rushed down the stairs roughly fifteen minutes after Olivia left and stood against the sofa arm, "Where's mum?" "She's just gone to the shop," he stated. Tai began playing with his cousin's hair, "Oh," he muttered. The randomness of this boy made Art laugh a little, "What are you doing?" he quizzed as he looked at his tormentor, realizing the child was topless. He snapped his head back forward and sat upright. Prolonged visuals of Tai's body would make things more than awkward in his lower region. "Your hair is longer than mine. Feels weird." The young boy walked around and slumped beside his older cousin. Art tried his best to stay focused on the program, "Did you finish your homework?" "Yeah, I didn't have a lot," he gave a quiet yawn and moved his petit frame to lay over Art's legs. His head resting on the sofa arm, "What's this?" Tai pointed to the television, "It's JoJo's Bizarre Adventure. You might like it." Art closed his eyes briefly, trying desperately to quell his inhibition. Art moved his right arm and placed it over Tai's waist. Tai turned his body and rested on his back but kept his head facing the TV. He grabbed Art's hand and started playing with his fingers, now and then glancing down at what he was doing. Only a few minutes in, Art found the finger playing so therapeutic that he joined in, making the child giggle. Tai moved his kin's hand up to his chest. Art started having flashbacks of the car incident that morning, 'Does he want me to play with his nipples again?' he questioned himself. At the same time, a finger instinctively moved over the cute little bump. Tai took a large in-breath and slightly pushed his chest out. If Art had any self-control left, it was now lost. The erection he had tried to suppress had come to fruition, probably poking poor Tai in the back. His thumb and index finger gently squeezed and pulled on the young boy's nipple. Tai let out a quiet moan and looked up at his cousin. The child's freckles almost glistened in the light and showed more prominently when he blushed. Art stared back down into the big brown eyes. It was then that he had a moment of realization. He had been there less than two days, yet he felt a bond with Tai like nothing he had ever experienced. Art cupped the small, tanned face, brushing his thumb across the soft, moist lips that called out to him, yearning for affection. The older boy started to lean forward. It felt like he had lost all rational thought as his body reacted purely to the moment. Tai extended an arm to clasp Art's right shoulder, pulling himself and his cousin closer until their lips connected. There it was, the thing most people talk about. A burst of energy shot through Art's body, sparks, they were sparks! At some point, he had closed his eyes. The kiss lasted a few seconds, but it felt much longer. Tai still had his eyes closed when Art peeked at the boy. The child looked as though he was sleeping. When Tai finally opened his eyes, an angelic, dimpled smile enveloped his face, "I love your mischievous smile," Art complimented just before he leaned in and kissed the boy again. Tai closed his eyes and reciprocated the kiss. As both sets of lips parted, their foreheads connected, "Did you like it?" the young boy wondered. Art thought about his response, settling on the actions that speak louder than words approach. He pecked Tai's lips and followed up with a long, deep kiss, "Maybe." he joked. Tai laid back down, "Look!" fidgeting with his shorts, he pulled them down to reveal his small hard dick, laughing as he did so with repressed embarrassment. "Dude!" Art's jaw dropped, but he was unable to look away. Uncut, about two and a half inches long, "Is yours like this?" the short boy asked, kneeling beside Art. "Uhm, yeah," he suddenly became shy at the question, "Can I see?" the older boy paused briefly and nodded. Art slowly pushed his shorts past his waist, allowing a lively love stick to spring out. Uncut and standing tall at seven inches. Tai stared at it full of glee, "Can I touch it?" but before Art could answer, there were sounds of a car pulling up outside. Olivia was back! Art panicked, shoving his stiff rod into his waistband and crossing his legs. Tai jumped onto the floor and pretended to watch the TV. As the front door opened, Olivia called out. "I'm back." She placed some bags in the kitchen and then walked to the boys, "Everything okay? Glad to see the house still standing," she laughed at her joke, "Dinner will be ready shortly." Two hours flew by uneventfully as Art and Tai maintained their distance while Olivia made dinner. Tai shot his cute little smiles at Art every so often. They were cute but with a not-so-subtle mischievous undertone. Mateo arrived home and immediately started helping Olivia set the dinner table. Both boys got summoned to eat soon after and predictably sat together. Most of the conversation was between Olivia and Mateo, stuff to do with work and friends, wildly tedious. Art had withdrawn himself within his mind, thinking obsessively about everything that had unfolded with Tai. Still feeling the electrical sensation that had surged between them during their first kiss and seeing his young cousin's cute chubbed-up dick. Fucking marvellous! In all his thoughts, Art had involuntarily sprouted an erection, and it didn't go unnoticed. As his face turned a lighter shade of red, he felt a small hand grope his inner thigh, Tai's hand. The tanned boy glanced down momentarily and went back to eating with a huge grin on his face. 'He kissed me and moaned when I played with his nipples. He's so gay.' the child's hand remained on his thigh, the fingers squeezed tenderly. 'The bastard is teasing me on purpose!' "Art, everything okay, dear?" Olivia quizzed. Art had been staring at the boy sitting next to him for a lengthy amount of time, "Uh, yeah, sorry. I'm just tired." a partial truth, and despite all eyes on him, he moved his right hand under the table and grabbed ahold of Tai's tiny paw, gripping it tightly, but with care. There was little risk of being discovered, given the adults were sitting opposite. 'What is wrong with two cousins holding hands? If anything, it should be encouraged!' Art laughed to himself, and the fear of being caught lessened. When everyone finished eating, Olivia received customary thanks and praise, and she basked in the glow of appreciation. All persons retreated to the living room. It might have been a Sunday dinner, but it was far too late to be classed as a dinner. It was movie time, and Mateo, the man of the house, remarked that it was his choice. He chose an old movie called Leon The Professional. Art and Tai had no idea what the movie was about, and when the action started, both were shocked by the violence. Halfway through the movie, Art looked over at his young cousin, who kept fading in and out of a sleep state. It was hilarious to witness the boy's head sink slowly and then shoot back up with a jolt. The older boy stood up and looked at his aunt, "I think I should take him to bed," he suggested, pointing at the half-conscious child. Olivia and Mateo both chuckled, "Thank you, honey." He struggled to lift the weary boy, resting the child's head on his shoulder. Tai instinctively wrapped his legs around Art's waist, which helped a little. Art waved goodnight and headed upstairs with both hands securely clamped around the sleepy boy's butt. The bedroom door was left open, which made Art's job easier. He approached the bed, 'Now for the hard part.' He kept a hand on the back of Tai's head and lowered him gently, standing back once the task was complete. Art closed the bedroom door, turned the fan on and let out a sigh of relief as the cool air caressed his skin. He sat beside a sleeping Tai and brushed his fingers softly down the side of the child's face, catching the beads of sweat. With little hesitation, he grabbed the waistband of his younger cousin's shorts and slid them down and off the slender legs with not so much as a stir from the boy. 'These robin-blue boxers look good on him.' Art took a moment to marvel at the marble-sculptured tanned legs and thin waist. It was hard not to touch such perfection, but he didn't want to wake the sleeping beauty. Instead, he stripped down to his underwear and lay beside the boy, leaning forward to kiss young Tai on the forehead, "Tomorrow will be a good day." he whispered. 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