Date: Sun, 17 Sep 2023 11:05:03 +0100 From: Kichirou Ito Subject: Enemy of The Architect Chapter 5 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 5 The morning came far sooner than it was welcome. Art groaned, trying to will his consciousness back into its sleep state until he heard light snoring to his left. Tai had sprawled out and pushed the covers off. There was a rush of adrenaline as Art's eyes dared to linger and a nagging concern that his auntie or Mateo might walk in and catch him ogling their child, but in all fairness, who wouldn't? Art gave in to his inner desire and leaned closer to Tai's face. He had morning breath for sure, but it wasn't repulsive in any way. He moved lower, pressing his nose near the sleeping child's armpit and inhaled deeply. A sweet musk, almost like honey, drove his senses wild. He lowered himself even further down the bed until he was at eye level with Tai's lil dicklet, and just as he did with the boy's armpit, pressing his nose under the shaft and took in all the scents emanating from the small underdeveloped testicles. Art allowed himself a second dose and then a third, almost collapsing from sheer ecstasy. He stuck out his tongue and licked it clean, sucking on Tai's shaft purely for the taste. It scared him how far he was willing to go for this boy. He sighed as he rested his head on Tai's crotch. After a few minutes, he could feel himself drifting between reality and sleep, but a light, groggy giggle grounded him. Tai grabbed his tiny dick and rubbed it across his cousin's face several times before Art's tongue stretched out, yearning for any contact, but Tai kept teasing, as playful boys do. Art pushed himself up and climbed over the child, securing the first kiss of the day, "Morning." Tai mischievously smiled as he lifted his head to kiss Art back and grab his older cousin's hardened junk, "Morning, Arty." It wasn't long until the alarm went off, and both boys felt it appropriate to get up before either one of the adults walked in on the off chance. They went for a wee together and laughed as they crossed streams. As they both brushed their teeth, Art kept bumping Tai's scrawny arms so the toothpaste smeared around his mouth. Tai laughed so much that he started crying. They finished brushing their teeth, and now it was time to shower. Art wanted to shower with the boy, but it was too risky. They would be unable to hear anybody knock or enter, so he reluctantly banished the child. As Art finished and exited the bathroom, he found Olivia talking with Tai, "Be on your best behaviour, no running around recklessly, It's a workplace. Artarion, make sure you keep him out of trouble." a stern talk. "Yes ma'am," As she left, Tai stuck his tongue out mockingly before sitting on the bed with his arms crossed, "I'm not a kid... I behave all the time!" Art laughed at his contradicting tantrum, "She's just concerned. It's your dad's work after all," his arms hugged Tai and then moved him towards the bathroom, "Now go shower." After ten to fifteen minutes, Tai came waltzing into the bedroom butt-ass naked, dripping wet, walking to the dresser. Art was watching a Samurai Jack re-run on the cartoon network when he realised Tai was bare. He jumped to the bedroom door, pressing it shut, "Tai, you can't just walk around nude when I'm here. Your parents might get the wrong idea," Tai looked innocently confused, "They've seen me naked loads," Art laughed defeatedly and felt the boy hold his hand, then placing it on his lil' erection, looking his older cousin in the eyes with expressive desire. The look was like the light of a devilfish, irresistibly alluring. Art leaned down, kissing Tai's lips and gently fondling his pecker. It wasn't long before he pulled away, fighting with all his might to keep his senses. "We can't," Tai tried to keep Art's hand firmly between his legs, "I want to. It feels good," Art groped the tip of Tai's dick a few times with his thumb and regretfully pulled his hand away. Tai looked saturated with disappointment but proceeded to get dressed. Art leaned against the door and sighed, watching the rascal pull up some shorts without underwear. The thought of him being commando was going to be hard to ignore. Everybody except Olivia left the house at 9 a.m. Art got into the passenger seat, leaving Tai by himself in the back. The ride took about 25 minutes, to Art's delight. He had been holding in the urge to pee since they left. Mateo guided them inside past security, acquiring visitor passes, and quickly showed his young nephew the directions to the toilets. "My office is three floors up, left as you leave the elevator. You can't miss it," Art shuffled himself towards the restroom. A man was leaving as he entered, but other than that, it was empty. He felt a little less anxious, at least. It's always hard to pee when he has an audience. As he finished urinating, he began to think about Tai and felt a little bad about shutting him down earlier. Relishing in the fact that the little devil was upstairs sitting in his dad's office with no underwear on, "Fuck... he's so hot," he whispered. His dick received the message loud and clear and started to chub up. He instinctively began stroking himself at the urinal, despite the dirty feeling of doing it in the piss-stained toilets, but it was thrilling at the same time. The fear of being caught, he smiled at himself and stopped jerking off. The moment he reached the sink to wash his hands, two older men entered, making him blush excessively, knowing he was seconds away from being busted. Art got the lift up to the 3rd floor and took a left towards Mateo's office. Mateo was sitting in his chair in the middle of a call. Tai was positioning himself behind one of the two leather armchairs when he saw Art and gave him an expression of boredom as if coming to a law firm was a fun venture. Art moved behind his young cousin, his right arm hidden behind Tai's slender frame. He looked around the office and focused on Mateo, who seemed preoccupied with his call. "I think it's his boss," Tai whispered, "They could be talking for hours!" he moaned. Art gave him a nod and leaned down to rest his left arm on the chair, copying the child. But with his right hand, he covertly manoeuvred under the young boy's waistband and firmly grabbed ahold of one of his buttcheeks. Tai almost squealed but tried his best to keep his composure, looking up at his older cousin with utter shock-filled eyes, his tender cheeks turning a brighter shade of pink. Art looked ahead, trying to look normal, gently massaging Tai's butt. As Mateo got up from his desk, phone in hand, looking out of his office window, Art continued his lustful exploration of Tai's behind. He moved his fingers between the cheeks, gently teasing around the hole. Tai lowered his head into his arms, attempting to hide his red face. Art pressed his index finger further, lingering on Tai's Sarlacc pit, slick from the child's sweat. There wasn't enough pressure to make entry, but it was enough to make Tai moan out loud and quickly bite onto his arm to keep quiet. Luckily, Mateo didn't seem to hear anything. The fun wasn't to last as Mateo started to end his conversation and eventually put his phone down. Art slowly pulled his hand out of Tai's shorts and held him gently around the waist. "You okay, Tai?" Mateo asked, "Yeah. I'm hungry," the boy slowly raised his head but still rested on his arms. "Let's go get something from the vending machine," Mateo led the boys into the hall to the nearby canteen and ordered two packets of crisps and two chocolate bars. A colleague approached Mateo and asked about a client. He turned to the boys, "I have to help this gentleman so you can stay in my office or look around, but don't get in anyone's way," he left them loitering at the canteen entrance. Art found himself alone as Tai wandered off without saying a word. He paced back to the office feeling slightly anxious, only to walk in on Tai sitting in his dad's chair, fiddling with the computer. "Dude, you scared me. Why'd you leave me," he sat in one of the leather chairs facing the boy and started digging into his crisps, "I wanted to set this game up for us to play." he climbed up off the chair, "Come, come!" he waved at Art frantically to take the desk chair. As Art seated himself, Tai jumped on his lap and started the game Borderlands 2, a first-person shooter, "Your dad plays this?" "Yeah, he plays loads of stuff when he's not busy or when mum goes to bed," Mateo was a secret gamer who knew. Tai would play a mission and then pass it to his cousin for the next one. Art found it awkward having to use the keyboard and mouse, particularly with Tai on his lap, but it meant he had to lean into the boy, and any reason to be closer to Tai was a good thing. Art took the opportunity to breathe in the boy's scent when resting his chin on the crook of the child's neck. The game brought about a lot of laughter, and every time Tai died, he would shift his body around in frustration and ground himself over Art's permanently erect cock. "They die quicker if you shoot the barrels and shoot their heads," Tai tried to instruct his older cousin on the proper method of play, "Man I suck at this!" Art cried as he paused the game and ushered the mouse away, "What do you want to do?" Tai quizzed, flopping back and melting into Art's body. The older boy wrapped his arms around the child, who opened some chocolate and took a bite, putting a piece in Art's mouth. "I wanna go swimming. It's too warm being inside," he saw that it was past 11 a.m., and he had no idea when Mateo would be taking them back home. Art was plunging into his thoughts and casually kissing the top of Tai's head just as Mateo walked into the office, "Hey, Dad," Tai muttered, chomping his chocolate. Art froze, "Are you boy's okay? I have some things to deal with. I'll take you home soon, but I have to come back," Art started to relax his posture when he realised the kiss wasn't a big deal. Now he was thinking about what the hell either of them could do for another hour! They continued playing Borderlands 2, and Art tried his best not to get too worked up about dying. It didn't help when Tai laughed every time he did. The hour passed without much thought, and Mateo reappeared to let both boys know he could take them back home. On the journey back, Art sat in the back with Tai, playing the odd game of thumb war. Art naturally had the upper hand, "You're cheating! My thumb is shorter!" Tai pleaded to try and pull on the ol' heartstrings, adding some puppy dog eyes for effect, "Well then, pick your opponents more wisely next time!" Art quipped, hearing Mateo chuckle. Arriving home, Art went straight to the fridge for a bottle of water, and Tai chose to eat a banana, purposefully seductive. Luckily, Olivia was outside kissing her husband goodbye as he returned to work. "You shouldn't tease people like that, Ghost Boy," Art smirked, pushing the banana further into Tai's mouth, causing him to gag. The boy cried with laughter, trying to eat his snack. As Olivia walked back inside, she shook her head at the childish humour but couldn't help but laugh along with them, "You boys need therapy," she kissed Tai's forehead. When he regained his vocals, Tai quickly asked, "Mum, can I go out with Arty?" he looked at her pleadingly, "Don't go too far," Art wasn't sure where the boy intended to go. Something about the look Tai gave him said he had something planned, and with that, he grabbed Art's hand and dragged him outside past the car to the main gate. He hadn't seen much of the wilderness since arriving. He wasn't opposed to a short adventure. They stood at the side of the main road and straight ahead was a field of what looked to be dead grass. To the right, the road continued to the next villa, and to the left was a small lot of olive trees. Tai started marching towards the olive trees, pulling Art along like a lost puppy, moving through the unfenced yard like a pair of eloping lovers. They continued trekking to the adjoining pasture with a golden carpet of cut hay. "Are we allowed to be out here, Tai?" Art looked overly concerned, "Mr Rufino doesn't mind, as long as I don't play with matches." A flock of birds put on a show like it was nature's version of the ballet. They stopped at a bale of hay near the centre of the field and sat up against it, "This is a good spot, nice view," Art commented, settling his arms around Tai's shoulder. "Me and Filip play out here when he stays over, playing army and stuff," he rested his head snuggly into Art's chest, "You wanna play army now?" Tai shook his head, looking up and waiting, not uttering a word, and then it clicked. Art leaned in and kissed his boy on the lips, "So you wanna play something else," it got a light giggle, and Tai moved his hand over Art's groin, clutching the outline of the expanding bulge. Art pushed his back against the hay bale to pull his shorts down just enough for his dick to spring loose. Tai grabbed it with no hesitation and started working the shaft slowly, "Wait," Tai stopped, stood up, and without a care in the world, he pulled his shorts down and stepped out of them. He straddled his cousin, sitting with his back to Art, "Do what you did at Dad's work, play with my butt," he giggled at the word. Art didn't have to be told twice and moved a hand over Tai's voluptuous mounds, wasting no time pressing his finger onto the boy's hole. Tai squealed considerably louder than before, unhindered by onlookers and fully embracing the pleasure as he went back to pumping his cousin's throbbing cock the pre-cum leaked over his tiny fingers making the shaft nice and slick. Art dipped a finger in his pre-cum and rubbed it into Tai's radiating cherry, but it worked too well as his finger accidentally slipped inside. Tai let out a long moan, "Ugh...," lifting his butt high into the air as he leaned forward involuntarily resting his head on Art's legs, "You okay buddy?" he was concerned he'd hurt the lil guy, "Yeah, it feels weird," "Want me to stop?" "No. I like it." The index finger sunk into the void, slowly up to the first knuckle. Art could feel the intense heat from inside his lover. Wiggling his finger brought a spasm and a howl, "Oooooo!" Tai was slowly jerking Art's meat with his head still resting on his legs, "You like that Thiago," feeling brave again like this morning, he grabbed Tai's thighs and pulled his small frame further back and up so the cute tanned butt was inches from his face. Copying the same ritual as earlier, breathing in the aroma Tai was emanating, unravelling his mind as it felt like this was his purpose in life. He pushed his nose into the smooth valley, followed by his tongue, "Art! Art!" the child moaned his cousin's name as he felt the slippery, wet eel plunge into his forbidden boy cave. Art's lapping got heavier and more intense the closer he felt to the edge, and he was very close. Tai was pumping slower the more Art's tongue worked its magic, but he was okay with it. He wanted to last longer. It surprised him how sweet the boy tasted. He pulled his tongue out, "Thiago, I'm close buddy," he whispered, thrusting his hips, opposing Tai's strokes, "Fuck! Tai, faster!" he continued eating out his lil cousin. Tai's jerking increased speed as instructed, his hand drenched in copious amounts of pre-cum. It was hard to keep a firm grip. It didn't matter much as Art passed his limit, "I'm cumming, Thiago!" he warned through gritted teeth. Tai quickly perked up, providing extra effort into the last few pumps before Art erupted a stream of hot jizz. Tai moved his face into the line of fire and opened his mouth to catch a couple of spurts, then carefully moved off of his exhausted cousin, who was still revelling in his orgasm. Tai decided to kiss him, and it quickly turned into a tongue war. Art could taste himself with every brush of their tongues. After the comedown, he used his shirt to clean up the mess, hoping to avoid any future suspicion. There was no knowing how much time had passed. Neither boy had a phone, and for Art, it felt like an age. After Tai put his shorts back on, he hugged his older cousin very assertively, "That was so awesome!" Art laughed as he squeezed the pipsqueak, starting their slow walk back to the house. Tai stopped suddenly with a look of horror that filled Art with angst, "What's wrong?"... "Dad never bought us ice cream." You can hit me up at KichirouItoZero@gmail.com, thanks for reading.