Date: Sat, 16 Sep 2023 17:41:42 +0100 From: Kichirou Ito Subject: Enemy of The Architect Chapter 4 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 4 *Chirp, chirp, chirp* Birds were singing, and the sun was shining. Artarion stretched his body but refused to wake up fully. He started drifting off when he felt a warm, soft touch on his stomach. The child's awake. Art refrained from opening his eyes and continued to play possum. He wasn't entirely sure why since all he wanted to do was wrap his arms around the kid and kiss that freckled face. Tai's hand continued its examination, tracing the area around Art's belly button before slowly moving up, encircling the older boy's nipple. The memories of the previous day flooded Art's mind when they were in the car and alone watching TV. 'No... No!' Art screamed in his head. Between Tai's soft, titillating nipple play and the flashbacks, Lil' Art was starting to rise. Another warm night meant the covers got kicked off, and now his tenting underwear was in plain view. It didn't take long for Tai to start giggling, and Art closed his eyes tighter out of embarrassment. He felt the boy retract his arm, some ruffling about and then stillness. The curiosity got too much to bear, and Art slowly opened his eyes. He could almost feel them dilate from what he saw. The rascal had shimmied his underwear down to his knees, exposing his precious erection and exploring himself. Tiny boy fingers tugged gently at an underdeveloped scrotum and pulled back a saggy foreskin to reveal the cutest pink head. Tai eventually noticed the onlooker and gave a sly smile before burying his head into the older boy's arm, pretending to be shy. The shy act didn't last long when the child started to play with his cousin's nipple again. Art closed his eyes to enjoy the attention for as long as possible, but inside, he was a nervous wreck with everything that had unfolded up to this point. The idea that a 9-year-old boy was more sexually confident and willing than he was infuriated him. Everything was dark, and he could hear light snoring. His eyes shot open as he realized he'd fallen asleep. It couldn't have been more than five or ten minutes. Tai had also fallen asleep, his delicate fingers resting over Art's nipple and his underwear still around his knees. The older boy could feel the pressure building every second he remained fixated on Tai's no-no square. His right arm divinely pinned against the child's body within groping distance, 'Just do it!' his inner voice demanded, and for once, he was willing to give in to the intrusive thoughts. Art slowly stretched his arm, taking extra care not to wake the kid, whose face was now resting on his shoulder, dribbling. 'Fuck, even that's cute...' his fingers uncurled, and the middle finger made first contact, brushing against the extended foreskin. Art tried to move his body down a little more to examine further. Each finger glided into place, shakily touching a heated smooth ballsack and moving back up to the flaccid shaft, tenderly pulling the foreskin back and forth, every pump encouraging it to grow. It was now the third day of his arrival. He was ready to bust a nut on day one when he laid eyes on Tai, but this was the limit, a breaking point. Art eagerly freed a pulsing cock from the slit in his boxers, using his left hand to work the shaft, and his right hand massaged Tai's dick. Art closed his eyes and thought back to yesterday when they both kissed for the first time, reimagining the fireworks that their lips unleashed. As he remembered their kiss, Art bit his lower lip and moaned. His hands were now sufficiently wet with precum. He could hardly recall a time he was this turned on. The pounding in his chest reverberated throughout his body, even more so when he glanced at his young cousin, who was staring back at him with blushed, freckled cheeks. Being caught wet-handed did nothing to deter his actions. If anything, it spurred his determination. Both boys kept their eyes fixed on one another, and Art's meat beating hastened. He became brave enough to start massaging Tai with no objections. A finger passed by Tai's scrotum, snaking upwards between his voluptuous cheeks and glancing at his hole just enough to make the young boy gasp. Tai broke eye contact for a moment to look down, trying to figure out what he had just felt, and then back up at his cousin with his mouth agape. Art took it as a sure sign to continue and timidly traced his finger over the child's pink flower, feeling it tense up, and Tai let out a more audible howl. All the while, he could feel himself getting closer to the PNR. Art rolled onto his side and pressed his head against the boy beside him. "Thiago..." he whimpered. Tai silenced any further words by kissing his older cousin and continued to kiss him until Art broke the moment, "I... I'm close," he re-engaged the lip dance for the last few seconds, letting out stifled moans as his balls tightened. Hot streams of cum erupted, plastering young Tai's stomach, chest and neck. "Fuuuuuuck..." There was a pleasant silence between the two as he came down from his orgasm. "I'm sorry, bro," he muttered. Art felt reassured when Tai started giggling. "What is this stuff?" the boy was considerably intrigued. The only thing that ever came out of his penis was pee, but this substance was thick, warm and sticky. It was all the more surprising when Tai webbed the jizz between the tips of his index and thumb, "It's called cum. It happens when you get older. It's what guys use to make babies with women," Art informed, moving his arm under the boy's head to stroke his hair, relaxing in the teachable moment, "Eww! Haha," Tai couldn't keep up with his thoughts. Everything was so new and alien to his fragile 9-year-old mind. He felt compelled to sniff his fingers, a strange smell, potent. Art squinted his eyes, attempting to make out the time on the clock. It was still early, around quarter to 7, plenty of time before they had to get up for breakfast. Tai continued to play with the cum that covered his torso, easily entertained at least. Art pulled Tai onto him, "We're both sticky!" the child laughed, draping his arms and legs over his older cousin, "Good." Art whispered and kissed the top of the boy's head. Just over an hour had passed, and one young boy had drifted off, Tai, with his light snoring, the odd twitch and delightful drooling. It was more than enough to keep Art awake, not that it disturbed him. He didn't want to miss a single thing. A couple of taps at the door scared Art half to death and ruined the moment! He scrambled to pull the discarded covers over their naked bodies, waking young Tai. Art settled, facing away from the boy next to him as the door opened and Mateo walked in, "Wakey wakey, ninos. Breakfast is waiting." The behemoth of a man leaned in and planted a kiss on his son's head and Art's, which startled him. "Come." he commanded, then left. One pounding heart and one throbbing dick, that's what Mateo left Art with, and it was baffling why he had become so erect. The older man's intimidating size? Perhaps almost being caught naked with his son? Lost in thought, he was surprised for a second time when he was pushed out of bed and onto the floor, "Oww!" he cried, glaring at the apparent culprit. Tai sat up, trying his utmost best to contain laughter. Art was by no means hurt, so it was relatively easy to forgive the satanic child, more so as the boy crawled to the edge of the bed and playfully pounced! It was worth it to have Tai's naked body meshed with his own and a little stiff peen poking his abdomen. The young Spaniard rested his head on Art's chest, eyes closed with heavy breaths, draping two slender arms over his shoulders and yawning, "You can't go back to sleep, Tai. We need to get breakfast and..." "Will you come with us today? To mum's work? I hate being there." he rolled off his cousin and sat cross-legged on the floor. Art stood up, stretched, and looked for something fresh to wear. "I can't. I have to start working on the garden. It's the whole reason I'm here." A sadness shrouded Tai's face like a veil. The young boy said nothing and moved to the bathroom to clean up. Art cleaned himself after Tai finished and then went down to the kitchen. Mateo and Olivia were sitting at the dining table, chatting, when Art walked in. Both said their good mornings and politely left him to eat before engaging him in direct conversation. "Hopefully, you're well-rested. You've got a lot of work to do today." Olivia joked. Mateo chuckled, drinking his coffee. "I'm good. It's going to be a long day for sure." The weekend was fun, but now Art had to work all week. Tai entered the kitchen and grabbed a bite to eat, "Oh, that reminds me, Thiago," she called for his attention, "I've arranged for you to stay at Filip's home for the week, shared tutoring. I'm swamped at the shop and need some quiet and focus, and Art has his work to do too," she stated. Art wanted to interject and tell his aunt that he wouldn't mind looking after his beautiful little cousin, but before he could muster up the will to speak, she was up, ushering Tai out of the house. The boy looked back at Art with unbearable sadness. Mateo stood up, "He looks sad, but he'll be fine. Don't work too hard." he squeezed the boy's shoulder before leaving the house, leaving poor Art alone. The day dragged on, and the heat was killer. It had Art going back and forth from the house, getting water. He hadn't done much the whole afternoon besides lifting some flagstones, removing turf and moving materials closer to the work area, yet he felt hindered by the thought of not getting to see Tai for the entire week. It was going to be a shit five days. As the day pressed on, he called it quits around 3 p.m. There wasn't much he wanted to do, plus it felt like a subtle act of defiance for taking Tai away from him. The thought made him laugh. He wondered how swamped Olivia was and how much of what she said was an excuse. Either way, it would have been unfair for Tai to be stuck there all day. He went for a shower to wash off the dirt, sweat and loneliness. After the shower, he still felt an emptiness. Art checked his phone and saw a few missed calls and messages from his mother. His friends were asking what it's like in Spain. He replied, stating it was hot and dry but a nice place to be. It made him a little guilty for not thinking of them. Scrolling to the latest text, he noticed it was from an unknown number. Reading the first bits of the message, he could tell it was from Tai! Art didn't even know the kid had a phone. It explained it was meant only for emergencies whenever his parents weren't with him. The boy had asked his mum, Olivia, for the number, which to Art was the cutest thing ever! The emptiness was gone. He still felt alone, but the joy had returned. A smile beamed across his face as he sprawled out on the bed, letting out a loving sigh. Art came back to the present when the front door slammed shut. Making his way to the top of the stairs, he greeted Olivia's return. She looked tired, "Everything okay?" he asked. She massaged her neck, "Why do people want so many flowers this time of year? Stressful." She disappeared into the living room, "I'll be ordering food tonight. I hope you don't mind," it wasn't up for debate. It's not like he could say, 'No bitch, I want proper food!', "Yeah, that sounds good." was his more reasonable response. Looking back at the phone, he eagerly replied to his young cousin, ':: I hope you're having fun at your friend's house, tired from working. Your mum is ordering food tonight, wissh you were here!::' Mateo arrived home around 7 p.m. Olivia ordered the takeaway 30 minutes later, and it came a little before half-eight. The night was pleasantly relaxing, with Olivia dead set on watching American Horror Story. Art didn't mind the show. It seemed pretty good, but he was more into eating his mild Rogan Josh. Spicy food was not his thing. The phone in his shorts pocket vibrated, and his heart jolted in anticipation, hoping it was Tai's reply. He flicked the message open, '::That's unfair! Can you tell my mum I don't wanna b here =(::' he felt his heart sink. Poor Tai was feeling left out and forced to be away from home. Cruel. Half nine came by in a flash. Mateo and Oliva said their goodnights and wandered off to bed. Art had more garden work to do in the morning, so he thought it best to follow suit. Sitting on the bed caused images of Tai to flow through his mind, and he flopped on his side in defeat, inhaling the pillow the young boy had used not 24 hours ago. Absolute bliss. Art opened his phone and started replying to the previous message, ':: I'm sorry, Ghost, I don't think she'll change her mind, she's super busy with work::' It was painful to send it and not being able to help the child. Sleep called to the boy, and it wasn't long before he was out cold, dreaming. Art slept like a baby until 8 a.m. and felt refreshed, but the day would be the same as yesterday. Long, tiring and without Tai. He reluctantly got up, washed and dressed, and by the time he got downstairs, Olivia and Mateo were already gone. The next three days were the same routine. Art would finish his work for the day, the elders would come home late, and they would eat something easy before bed. Now and then, he'd check his phone for signs of Tai, but after the last text, radio silence. Friday afternoon. Olivia was home by three and wasted no time getting started on dinner. Art was resting by the pool, taking in the sun. The weekend means no more work and plenty of rest. Those were his last thoughts as he drifted off. Mateo woke Art up with a shake, "Thiago's home." The man moved back inside the house. Art consciously moved as naturally as he could without breaking into a full-on run. When he got to the living room, Tai reclined on the sofa. Mateo stood facing the lad, arms crossed, "He refuses to talk to me, mad about being sent to Filip's." The older man shook his head and retreated to the study. "Hey, Tai." Dead silence followed. "What's wrong, Ghost?" he asked, sitting on the sofa arm. Maybe using his pet name might stir a response. "You got rid of me 'cos you think I'm annoying.." the young boy muttered with barely suppressed aggression, trying to wipe away the tears rolling down his face, "No, why would you think that?" The fact that Tai felt that way almost made Art cry. He wasn't very emotional, but this child affected him in ways beyond his understanding. Tai stopped wiping away the relentless tears. Art traced his thumb over the boy's cheek. Tai looked at his cousin with confusion and conflicted anger, "You don't think I'm annoying?" he inquired. "Dude, I've missed you like crazy! Honestly, I was kinda mad they sent you away," a brief silence filled the air, "Do I need to tickle you? 'Cos I wont stop until you pee yourself this time," he playfully punched Tai's cheek, extracting a beautiful boyish laugh. Art slid down next to the giggling child, placing an arm around his shoulder and pulling him close. "Try not to be so mad at your parents. Your mum had a lot of work to deal with," Tai reluctantly nodded and nestled his head into his older cousin's shoulder. A few minutes passed watching TV when Art felt something on his neck. He ignored it, but it happened again and again.. It was warm and wet. "Are you licking my neck?" he heard the boy's infamous giggle. Art was surprised and thankful that the rascal wanted to do it. Everything was a blur like he had blacked out for a millisecond as his and Tai's lips entwined in a bout of passion. Art slowly pulled away, hating himself for breaking such an exquisite interaction between the two, discerning this remained the least suitable time and place, not with Mateo in the study. Tai looked disappointed, "Later?" he asked, "Later." Art reassured. The movie choice landed on The Mummy, starring Brendan Fraser, an old 90's movie that was one of Art's favourites. Tai genuinely looked like he was enjoying it, asking the odd question about the Egyptians and mummies. As the film neared its end, Olivia called that the food was ready, "Let your father know, Thiago." The boy jumped from the sofa and hopped over to his dad's study, where he peeked in. Art made his way to the kitchen, quickly joined by the prancing boy. Olivia had thrown together some rid-eye steaks with mashed potatoes and gravy, a worthy feast in Art's eyes. Near the end of the meal, Mateo proposed a question, "How would you boys like to see where I work tomorrow?" There was an awkward silence. Tai looked more confused than everyone, "Do we have to work?" he cheekily asked, "No, no work. I'll show you around. You can see how things work. Then we can get ice cream," "ICE CREAM!" Tai screamed. Mateo knew how to bribe the child. Art smiled and nodded, "We can give your mother some quiet for a few hours," he chuckled. Olivia looked at her husband, "Mi Amor," Mateo grabbed her hand and pulled her into a kiss. Tai faked throwing up before excusing himself. Art stood to follow suit, "Thanks for the food, auntie, Mateo," he walked out of the kitchen and broke into a desperate dash up the stairs, jumped through the open bedroom door where Tai had already chosen a movie to watch and curled himself up on the bed wrapped under the covers. Art closed the door and turned off the light, "What are we watching?" He asked as he stripped down to his boxers. Tai starred briefly before answering, "It's called Kubo and the Two Strings," he refused to give up any details of the story. Art sat beside his cousin, resting a hand on the boy's head, slowly stroking his hair. If Tai were a cat, he'd be purring. After several minutes, Art moved over to Tai to lay behind him in a spooning position but with the blanket placed between them, resting his head gently against Tai's, smelling the soap he'd used at Filip's. The images of the boy naked in the shower flooded his thoughts. Art closed his eyes to focus more on the daydream, feeling the blood fill his shaft. Tai began shifting his slim frame. When Art peeked at the boy, he was smiling, "Are you falling asleep?" Art shook his head, "No, I was just thinking," he paused for a second, his hand contoured to Tai's chin as he pulled the child in for a kiss. Both boys had their eyes closed as the electrical surge passed through them. It drove Art wild. He pushed his tongue delicately into Tai's mouth with hidden desperation to lap up all essence and saliva affiliated with this godly child. He finally managed to part their lips, letting a low moan escape, trying to catch his breath but still revelling the moment, hazily looking to see Tai staring back with tears, flushed cheeks and breathing just as heavily. Tai didn't move a muscle or speak a word, a complete contrast to his usual high-spirited self, and there was something remarkably erotic about it. Art pulled the blanket over himself and the child, kissing the back of his head and embracing one of the boy's hands. He could feel Tai's heart. It felt like it was trying to escape his chest. Tai moved his encased hand further down his body until Art could feel the stiffness of the boy's peepee pressing against his skin. At that moment, he discovered Tai was completely naked and had been the entire time, 'You little devil!' his mind shrieked, but it made him feel incredibly happy that the child wanted to be nude around him. They remained clutched while watching Kubo until both of them drifted off, Tai fell asleep first, and it was wholly apparent when he felt the boy's dick deflate. Soon after that, Art gave into the enveloping darkness. You can hit me up at KichirouItoZero@gmail.com, thanks for reading.