Date: Mon, 18 Sep 2023 13:40:26 +0100 From: Kichirou Ito Subject: Enemy of The Architect, Chapter Six, (incest) 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. It has been a minute since my last chapter. It has been a struggle to do anything creative these days, I hope that reading about my boys makes your day a little better. Please help keep Nifty going and donate, http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html Enemey of The Architect by Kichirou Chapter 6 Sunday morning, "Arty... Arty!" The dream world Art created began to wither, and he could feel his body begin to rock. His name called out in a whisper. Then, finally, his mind snapped back to a conscious state, "Arty! Wake up. Come on!" "What time is it?" "Uhm, seven thirty-two. Thirty-three." Art let out a low grunt, "Why are you even awake!" he refused to open his eyes even as Tai straddled his lap. "Dad said to get up cos' we're going to the beach!" His eyes hastily opened as Tai started playing with one of his nipples. "Uhm, okay..." One of the biggest, devious smiles spread across Tai's face as his hand moved around his back and gripped Art's growing bulge. "Are you going to let me get up?" The boy shook his head, trying to hold back laughter, and continued to massage his new favourite toy. Art felt defeated, knowing he had zero willpower to stop the child from getting his way. Art pushed himself up, wrapping arms around Tai and flipping them both over. Tai burst into laughter, and Art loved the sound. The sound of joy. The laughter died down, and Art felt lost, staring into Tai's eyes. Their noses were now touching. Tai feigned to struggle out of Art's grip, then took the initiative and kissed Art, not a quick peck but a full-on kiss. Closing his eyes, Art followed suit until their names got called, forcing them to recede their passions. Art released the boy, "Go on, go. Or you'll get in trouble," It was all he could think to say to get the child to leave. But as a last act of defiance, Tai faced his older cousin, yanked the front of his shorts down, revealing his small erect boy dick, and ran out of the room giggling like a schoolgirl! "One zero to Tai..," he mumbled, re-adjusting his boner and hobbled to the bathroom. After a shower and a mad scramble to get dressed, Art went downstairs. Olivia was preoccupied with loading the car with blankets and a basket. Tai and Mateo were bickering in the kitchen. It sounded as though Tai was procuring unpaid debt. "You said you'd buy us ice cream yesterday!" The child yelled, "I'll buy you some at the beach!" Mateo groaned in frustration. "So, one for yesterday and today," Tai stated. "Don't push your luck," a brief moment of silence filled with tension. Art could see Tai's brain ticking with malicious intent. "Tai! I've lost my phone, come help me find it," a lie, but it was for his own good. Art wrapped his arm around Tai and pulled him to the stairs. All the while, Tai and Mateo were giving each other daggers. "You really shouldn't argue with your dad." "He said he'd buy us ice cream!" Tai pouted as they returned to his bedroom, sitting on the bed. Art smiled, nearly laughing at the situation, but, instead, knelt beside the boy, taking him by surprise with a kiss. Wide-eyed and with blushing red cheeks, Tai was speechless for once. "Do you always go to the beach?" It took a few moments for Tai to register the questions. "Uhm... not always," he gleamed, "But my friend Filip and his dad will be there today." Art noticed how eager he was becoming and wondered, for a moment, if this was what he was like as a younger boy he couldn't quite remember. Art reached for his young cousin's face and held it faintly, ready to pull him in for a second kiss when Mateo knocked and entered. "Are you two ready?" Art froze like a deer caught in the headlights. Tai held Art's hands up to his face and turned to his father. "Do we get ice cream?" Mateo's brow furrowed. "Bring that up again, and you won't be going anywhere.." As he left, Tai stuck his tongue out. "He's genuinely not in a good mood today," Art stated. Everyone gathered into the car, and the journey started. "Art, I forgot to tell you, but we're heading to the beach, a day out with one of Tai's friends. We planned it a while back, but it slipped my mind," Olivia turned back and placed a hand on his knee as a wordless apology. Art nodded and turned to face out of the window but felt a hand on his knee again. 'Why would she touch my knee twice?' he glanced and saw a small, tanned hand, Tai! Of course! His cheeks reddened out of fear and perhaps excitement, and with a wavering gulp, he put his hand on Tai's and went back to viewing the scenery. Tai played with Art's fingers with no care in the world. Mateo pulled into the beach parking area. A young blonde boy was frantically waving at the approaching car. Tai resonated with the same energy and started waving back. "Filip!" The scream was filled with excitement when the vehicle finally stopped. Tai was the first to jump out and hug his friend. Art watched with a subtle hint of jealousy. Standing next to Filip was a tall man with dark hair and brown eyes, almost as handsome as Mateo, 'These Spaniards have some good breeding stock,' Art smiled to himself as he exited the car. His shyness crept over him, and it showed. He stepped behind Olivia, trying to hide his existence. Mateo spoke to the man in Spanish, but nothing Art could fully comprehend. "This is, Artarion. Margaret's son," he motioned his arm at Olivia, and all the pressure was suddenly on Art to present himself. "Hi," a meek introduction that made the man smile. He offered his hand to Art. "I'm Delmar Hidalgo," Art accepted the handshake. "This is my son, Filip." "Hola, mucho gusto," Filip looked up at his dad, then at Art. "Nice to meet you too," Art felt embarrassed for not knowing Spanish, not enough to speak it without sounding like an idiot. "Let's get moving while the sun is out," Olivia rallied her troops like a true matriarch. She unloaded the car in record time and sent everyone on their way. The group marched up the beach with Art at the rear. He watched Tai and Filip chatter away in front of him in Spanish. Tai turned back with a big grin a few times, soothing Art's unreasonable rage. And being able to watch his firm, round butt jiggle in those shorts, it was hot already, but that ass somehow made it hotter. Olivia chose a spot a few feet from the water and laid out the multiple blankets. The two little boys immediately started digging trenches. Art kept his distance and remained withdrawn, answering the odd question with minimal effort. The boys were quickly topless, running into the shallow waves, happy and carefree. Art took this opportunity to relieve himself at a nearby toilet/changing room. "I'm just going to the toilets," he informed the adults. The view was stunning, looking out to the horizon. Not many people were around on the beach, 'If the beaches were this nice back home they would be full all the time.' The stall provided sterile wipes for the seat, something every outdoor restroom needs. He wiped the toilet seat and sat down, sighing heavily, phone in hand. There were a few missed calls from his mum and a handful of texts from friends. Art scrolled through his message folder to find his most recent conversation with Tai, and reading Tai's responses made his dick twitch. "Fuck it..." Art muttered as he pulled his shorts down to his knees, 'I need to get some pictures or videos of him!' he thought as his hand slowly worked his shaft. The text itself exhibited Tai's innocence and his wanting for Art. And that made his dick throb, being desired by the little fucker. Art was one hundred per cent focused on his stride, so he blocked out the scampering footsteps, but the knock scared the living shit out of him. "Arty?" the sweet voice chimed, 'Could he sense me doing this?' "Yeah, Tai?" Art had instinctively pulled his shorts back up. He unlatched the door, but there was no Filip. "What's up?" Tai walked into the stall and pulled his shorts down to the floor. Art felt his blood pressure rise instantly. "At least tell me you need to pee!" he locked the door, turning back to see Tai with that signature mischievous grin. "Pee with me!" he suggested. "I... I can't," his cheeks burned. Tai frowned in dismay. "Why not?" Art responded by revealing his stiff cock, and Tai's frown turned into a wicked smile. He grabbed Art's right hand and brought it to his little pecker. "Hold it while I pee?" Art knelt behind the child and wrapped his fingers around it. The other hand cupped Tai's chest. Then, as the torrent of piss commenced, Tai grabbed the hand on his chest for support. His tongue stuck out, forcing past his upper lip in complete concentration. Art could feel the piss moving through the small shaft. It put further pressure on his own throbbing cock, which felt like it could explode prematurely. Tai's adorable face was more than he could bear. He looked away when he felt his heart thumping increase and the overwhelming urge to cum claw at his skin. Tai's stream stopped with a few droplets. Finally, both boys turned to look at one another with different expressions. Tai with his wide teeth-baring smile, and Art with his red-cheeked, lost-for-words look. "You drive me crazy, Tai," The words came out without much thought, and Tai blushed hard. Art leaned in for the kiss, and Tai pushed him back when their lips locked, forcing Art against the stall wall. When they pulled away to catch a breath Art could feel his guilt gnawing away, "Do... do you like what we do, Tai?" he timidly asked. The boy looked confused, "I like it when we kiss, and when we do stuff." "Do you like other boys?" Tai shrugged, looking down to play with his foreskin, "I like you!" he looked up with a beaming smile as though that was the only thing that mattered to him. Tai gripped his older cousin's shaft and pulled the skin back to reveal the bulbous head, slick with precum. Art moaned a sigh of relief as his need for release was on the precipice! "Tai!" A young voice called and cut their kiss short, "I'm in here!" Art panicked at the treacherous reveal, but Tai didn't care. He gave Art one last kiss and pulled his shorts up, opening the door once Art had rearranged himself. "You two pee together too?" Art was speechless and looked at Tai for an explanation. Then, finally, Filip blurted out. "We pee together and cross streams." Tai and Filip laughed in unison. 'You might piss together, but I bet he doesn't kiss you afterwards!' Art bellowed in his mind with a maniacal laugh to fit. This kid grated at him for no reason other than he seemed to know Tai better. The three walked back to the picnic area, or at least Art walked. Tai and Filip hopped, skipped, and rolled their way there. "You boys took your time," Olivia remarked. "Sorry, I was on my phone," then thought, 'Not really. I was helping your son take a piss,' the silent truth conjured a little laugh. "Finish eating, and we will head home. It looks like it's going to rain," Olivia told them all sometime after she had handed out sandwiches and drinks to everyone. Dark clouds filled the once-blue skies now. Tai and Filip moaned in unison and tried to convince the higher powers to stay a little longer. They were allowed to take one last dip in the sea. Both boys ran their fastest back to the cars, soaking wet, laughing, and shivering. Art was sitting in the back seat with the door open when Tai rushed him, deliberately trying to get him wet. "TAI! Stop!" Art chuckled, unable to maintain the angry victim role. "It's a rule! If you come to the beach, you must get wet!" the younger boy retorted. Olivia threw a towel on Tai's head and dried him forcibly. Mateo and Delmar took a moment to say their goodbyes and probably arrange future events. Olivia and Art were in the car waiting, and Tai was messing around with Filip. Art had a clear view of their interactions. Filip kept grabbing Tai's arm and trying to tickle his sides, which made Art's blood simmer with envy! Mateo ushered Tai into the car, who joyfully bounced right up to Art and brushed his still-damp hair up and down his shoulder. Art's counter move was to get little Tai into a headlock, and with a glance to the front of the car to see no concerning eyes, he pushed Tai's head into the crotch of his shorts. The chub he was sporting quickly formed into a stiff peak. He held Tai firmly in place for a couple of minutes before releasing his grip. Tai, however, didn't move an inch, enjoying the feel of his cousin's dick against his face. Art had to pull him back up forcefully. During the journey back, Art had lifted Tai's damp shirt just enough to stroke his stomach and occasionally put a hand down the back of Tai's shorts to massage the plump cheeks. Arriving home after a long trip, Olivia rejected the idea of unloading the car or making food for the family. It didn't bother anyone, having already eaten at the beach. The mischievous pair withdrew to the bedroom, and Tai went to set up something to watch, "Ask mum if we can have snacks or something," he dismissed Art like a bothersome squire. Art wandered downstairs, looking for a snack to keep Tai quiet during the movie. He walked to the living room archway to ask Oliva or Mateo for permission when he overheard, "Delmar has offered to take Thiago off our hands next week," Olivia piped up. "Muy Bien. We should invite him over when your sister gets here," he suggested crinkling his newspaper. 'Why are they always giving him away to Filip? He's my cousin!' he raged inside his head. After a few seconds, he walked in. "Hey, is it okay if I get a snack? Me and Tai are watching a movie," "There's plenty of stuff in the cupboard next to the sink," Olivia instructed. Mateo smiled at Art, and he smiled back. Opening the cupboard revealed the perfect food item for movies, Popcorn! A big clear bag of blue Popcorn, raspberry flavour, 'Since when were raspberries blue,' he shrugged off the redundant question and headed back upstairs. Tai was on the bed, wrapped in a blanket, quietly waiting for Art's return. When Art entered the bedroom, he shook the bag of Popcorn with a grin, "Popcorn! Gimme!" Tai stretched his arms out, craving the treat. "Not yet," Art closed the door, ripped off his shorts, and got in position behind Tai, who was now resting against his body. The warmth made him shiver. "Now?" he pleaded. "Yeah," Art chuckled, opened the bag, and passed it to Tai, who started nibbling away. The movie they decided to watch was - Alita: Battle Angel - a not-too-recent movie release that neither boy had seen. Tai held the Popcorn that left Art free to explore, and he did. His arms draped around Tai's stomach, then moved down slowly, touching bare skin. Tai was naked from the waist down, and Art's hands now rested on the tanned boy's tender thighs. His dick strained through his boxers, propping itself comfortably against the child's lower back. Art fought against his inner lusting demon, telling him to hump Tai's back god knows he wanted to. After the event in the toilet, he needed to blow a load. He freed his aching cock and slowly moved it from side to side, the precum acting as a natural lube. "What are you doing?" Tai chuckled, sending a hand to investigate. He laughed more once he had a good idea of what he was touching and leaned back, letting his cousin continue. Tai's lower back was smeared in precum. It dribbled down and contoured around his cheeks, disappearing into the crack of his ass. Tai moaned on occasion when he felt the wet globs trickle over his hole, "I'm close, Tai," Art moaned. The swiping of his dick from side to side became more frantic as his breathing became heavier. "Fuck..." he panted, "Fuck fuck fuck!!" he screeched, arching his back and blasting cum all the way up Tai's back, reaching the base of his neck. Art fell forward and rested his head on the boy's neck, "Sorry, Tai," the child giggled and leaned back, smushing the jizz between their bodies. Art felt guilty about getting himself off, but Tai didn't seem to mind as the boy kept reaching behind, collecting fingerfuls of boy cream to put into his mouth. Art felt tired, but it wouldn't prevent him from enjoying the young boy's body. For the entirety of the movie, Art fondled Tai's little wiener gently but constantly until the child's body convulsed, and a delighted moan escaped his lips. Neither boy said a word. Tai grabbed his older cousin's hands and kept them firmly in place, cupping his tiny but tender package. After the movie finished, both boys lay spooning under the soft covers. Tai refused to let Art's hand move away from his groin, insisting the hand was now his property. Art's last action was to kiss his young lover's neck. You can hit me up at KichirouItoZero@gmail.com, thanks for reading.