Date: Tue, 12 Dec 2023 23:20:03 +0000 From: Kichirou Ito Subject: Enemy of The Architect, Chapter Seven, (incest) Inbox 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 22nd July, 15 Days Later: Monday Two weeks flew by since the day at the beach. Art and Tai didn't spend much time together as Tai spent most of his time at Filip's house, which didn't do good for Art's heightened jealousy toward Filip. His morale was low, and he didn't contribute much to his workload. The urge to text Tai and confess his love was more potent than ever. Today was a day to be excited as Tai was coming back home. Art kept the bedroom tidy and added more blankets and pillows to the bottom bunk for extra comfort. It brought some concerns that they were sleeping together, but neither parent had said anything thus far. It was more manageable than getting up and down from the top bunk. The clock hinged at 10 o'clock when Art made his way downstairs. The house was eerily quiet, and both cars were gone. A great sense of freedom flowed through his body, an energy that made him stretch with a smile, "Breakfast!" he shuffled to the kitchen for a bowl of Cheerios. It took less than 10 minutes to finish his cereal and sprawl out on the sofa to watch TV before unintentionally falling asleep. Mateo brought Tai back from the sleepover at Filip's. Bouncing and hopping when he got out of the car, Tai walked into the house but sternly halted in his advance to the living room, "Your cousin is asleep, don't wake him," he forewarned as he stealthily made his way into his study. Tai hovered beneath the living room arch for a while, hoping to "accidentally" wake Art up, but alas, his father kept a watchful eye as if reading his son's mind. Tai retreated upstairs in defeat. Usually, it wasn't so hard to entertain himself, play a game or two, watch a movie, or go exploring, but ever since his cousin arrived, he didn't feel like doing any of these things without him. Tai was overly surprised when he saw how clean the bedroom was. The bottom bunk was all kitted out with extra blankets, and Baymax sat next to a weathered sloth teddy. Tai sat on the floor, not wanting to ruin the bed, not yet not without Art. He turned on the Xbox and continued his adventure on 'Red Dead Redemption 2'. About an hour into the game, Art entered the bedroom with an ambled walk. "Hey," He sat beside Tai with both knees against his chest. Tai was getting shot by some southern-sounding swamp dwellers. He butchered the group and broke his silence, "I came home ages ago, but you were sleeping on the couch," he changed from a cross-legged position to sitting on his knees. "I was going to wake you up, but Dad told me not to," Art put his arm around Tai's shoulders and pulled him into his body. Tai laughed as he lost his balance, "You should have woken me up," As Art let Tai regain his posture, he slipped his left hand down the back of Tai's shorts. Tai snapped his head around and stared at Art with a shocked expression, but it quickly turned into excitement. Tai chuckled as he went back to playing his game. Art moved his finger slowly between Tai's cheeks. A gasp would escape his little cousin's mouth every time it did, making his dick pulsate. Art spent around 10 minutes teasing Tai's hole, attempting to get the boy as aroused as humanly possible. Tai was no longer bothered by the game and had slumped against Art, and every so often, tried to push against Art's finger, "You ready?" Art quizzed, kissing the side of Tai's head. The boy didn't say a word, just a nod, and Art's finger slid inside him. Tai let out a long, satisfied moan. "Art, Tai!" Mateo yelled for the boys, "Ah shit...," Art cursed, pulling his finger from Tai's love chute, "Nooooo," Tai cried as his pleasure was at an end, "If we don't go, he'll come up here," Art tried to reason with the horny little devil. Art left to wash his hands, and Tai turned off his computer. Both head downstairs and are surprised by the visitor, "Artarion!" he got engulfed by a barrage of hugs and kisses, "Mom! Enough!" He laughed, trying to shake off his aggressor, "Hush! I haven't seen you for nearly a month!" Once she handed out a month's worth of love, she turned her attention to the small boy at the foot of the stairs. "And you must be Thiago. You probably don't remember me. You were just a baby the last time we met," she opened her arms, beckoning Thiago in for a hug. He sheepishly stepped forward and accepted his share of affection. The greeting turned to a family reunion, mainly the adults catching up and reminiscing about the old times. Neither boy could escape the situation. Art felt a little more at ease with his mother around. The atmosphere felt homely. Everyone gathered in the kitchen for some light snacking and drinks. It was early afternoon, and the wine wasn't out yet, but it was only a matter of time. Time passes slower when you're subject to adulterated babble, and it was beginning to grate an Art. He looked for boyish amusement but realized that Tai had slipped away, 'That little bastard!' he thought. "I need the toilet," his mother ruffled his hair as he stood up to leave, now to find the ditcher. As he turned the corner to head up the stairs, the noise of the living room TV grabbed his attention. The child lay slumped on the sofa with his legs up. The legs of the shorts had receded to reveal his thighs. Art moved in front of the TV for a deliberate frontal view, and it didn't disappoint. The crack of his ass and a limp boy dick which Art stared at without remorse, his own dick started to plump up, and his mouth watered. Tai was no fool, but he was a gifted tease. Art lifted the child's legs, grabbed his ass through the leg holes and parted the firm, tanned cheeks in a display of perverted lust. Anyone who says hypnosis doesn't work has never witnessed the natural beauty of a young boy's asshole. Art felt like a cartoon character that stumbles on to the smell of a freshly baked pie on a vacant window ledge, the scent lifting him into the air and his body floating. He was now kneeling at the edge of the sofa, drooling. "You want to go out?" Tai broke his cousin's concentration, "What?" Tai gave a light giggle. "I don't wanna be around them anymore," Art smiled at his blatant annoyance with the older generation, but he was right. They were a dull bunch when it came to conversation. Art pondered the question, but ultimately, there was no chance, in hell, he would pass on an opportunity to spend some alone time with his favourite cousin. His mind was buzzing and telling him to dive head-first into Tai's exposed hole, but the risk of getting caught was too high. He limited himself to a few finger strokes that choired a relieved sigh/moan from the child. Coming back from his alleged toilet trip, Art sheepishly approached the council of elders, "Is it okay if me and Tai go out for a bit?" All heads turned to focus on Art, "Sure honey, me and your mother will be heading into town, I want to show her the shop. Mateo will be home all day, don't come home too late. Dinner will be at 6, barbeque night," Olivia sounded excited about the prospect of grilled meat. Mateo and Maggie laughed at her childishness. "We won't stay out long," he waved back and rushed to the living room, "They said it's okay. Where do you wanna go?" Tai jumped to his feet, "I'll show you!" The boys stood at the end of the driveway, lingering at the roadside. Art gave Tai a questionable look, "So. Which way, dude," Tai held out his hand, inviting his older cousin to take hold. Art felt a slight unease grabbing another boy's hand in public, despite him being family, but who would know that at first glance? He took a deep breath and pushed his fear down, grabbing Tai's hand with gusto, "Let's Goooo!" Tai howled, pulling Art eastward, a right from the gate towards their neighbours' property. They continued right along the main road, a 5-minute walk at least, plenty of rocks and sand for the most part, and then trees popped out of nowhere spread out over a small area that used to be a small quarry of some sort, "I didn't think any trees grew around here," Art joked. They stopped at the edge of one of the trenches, "Me and Filip play here sometimes. We like to play soldiers and stuff," 'Filip... Filip, Filip, Filip!' he let go of Tai's hand and jumped into the hole, "Don't you have other friends," he kicked a stone with subtle frustration. Tai followed him down, "Yeah, duh," he climbed up the other side of the trench, "Gimme your hand," the little boy smirked, "Why?" "Just do it!" Tai lightly slapped Art's raised hand, "Tag! You're it!" he giggled like a schoolgirl and ran off into the trees, "Hey! That's cheating!" Art scrambled up the ledge as fast as he could, but the little menace was already gone, "Come out. Cheater!" It didn't take long to locate Tai's hiding spot, with the quieted chuckles giving him away. Art crept up cautiously. The poor kid didn't see it coming as he jumped out with a roar, "ARGGHH!" Tai was scared shitless, so much so that he fell over and put his hands out to defend himself. Realizing it was his cousin, he gave up and lay flat on the ground, unable to contain his laughter, "Oh my god! Haha! I think I pee'd myself," lifting his head, he looked down at his groin, patting himself down checking for wet patches. "Haha! Serves you right!," Art helped Tai to his feet and assisted with dusting down his clothes, making extra effort to grope the kid's groin, "You haven't pissed yourself. I'm surprised," another laugh escaped him as Tai reacted with a punch to the arm. The playful cousins continued the game of tag, taking turns to find one another. Tai took to climbing a tree, but it didn't end well as he lost his grip and landed on his knee, leaving a nasty scrape. He willed himself not to cry in front of his older cousin, "Can you walk okay?" Art asked, a little concerned. It wasn't a broken leg, but it hurt him to see the boy he loved in pain and unable to remedy it. "I can walk. It just hurts," "You wanna go home?" Tai nodded, feeling bad for ending the fun. He wanted to rest his battle wound, "What's for dinner?" the hungry goblin quizzed, "Your mom said she's doing a barbecue," Art swore he saw Tai's eyes dilate like a prowling cat, "Give me a piggyback?" "Haha, sure," he knelt for Tai to wrap his legs around his body, taking extra care to avoid touching his injured knee. It was a slow walk back, and for most of the return journey, Tai began making an annoying popping sound next to Art's ear! He threatened to leave Tai on the road. Tai played the victim and swore he would stop, but once Art started walking, he started popping. Art let Tai fall from his back upon opening the front door, "You're so annoying! Why would you do that the whole way back!". Tai chuckled at his older cousin's overreaction. They took off their shoes, and Art grabbed Tai's hand, pulling him upstairs, "Sit on the bed," he ordered, vanishing into the bathroom. Tai could hear the tap running, "What are you doing?" no response. Art reemerged with a wet flannel. "Gimme your leg," Tai stuck out his left leg, "The injured leg, you mongoloid!" the boy laughed at his childish antics. He gave his hurt leg to Art, who rested it on his thigh and cupped the upper back of Tai's leg with his left hand, "This is gonna sting," he warned, using the flannel to gently dab the grazed knee. Tai hissed through his teeth at the sharp stinging sensation and laying back on the bed, "Well, next time, don't climb a tree," "Next time, give me more time to hide!" he quipped, "Not my fault you're bad at 'hide 'n seek'" Tai gave a pouting look crossing his arms in feigned anger. Tai finished cleaning his patient and got rid of the evidence. When he returned, Tai was touching around the graze out of curiosity, "If you play with it, it won't heal," Tai shot up as though he got caught stealing, "I wasn't doing anything," "Yes, you were, I saw you!" Art crawled onto the bed and lay behind Tai, beckoning the young boy to fall back and rest against his stomach. One hand nested across Tai's chest, and the other combed through his hair, "What's England like?" Tai asked, holding onto the arm that cradled him. "It's okay, I guess, not as hot as this in the summer," he smiled, thinking of home. "You should come over and see for yourself," the suggestion prompted Tai to turn and face Art with excitement in his eyes, "Really!?" "I want you to," a safer answer than giving him a false promise. Tai looked lost in his thoughts about England and the possibility of staying with his older cousin. He gave off giddy energy. Art's fingers twirled through Tai's hair, but it was too comforting for his tired mind to take as he transitioned into the dream realm. He was home in his bedroom. Yet it didn't feel like his room. It had his bed, but the room was smaller, and when he went downstairs, he was back in Tai's house. Thiago walked out from the kitchen to greet him, but he was older, a teenager, and ripped! Tai kissed Art without hesitation and with tongue, "How sweet," his mother chimed up from the living room arch. "I know. He's a great kisser," Art confessed, kissing Tai a second time. Everything felt off, but it also felt right. It was how he wanted things to be. As hot as Tai looked as a teenager, Art longed for the young, impish Thiago. Something his subconscious must have registered because Tai was suddenly back in boy form again, clinging to Art's side. Everything dissolved instantaneously around him as two knocks pulled him back to the real world. His head shot up as the bedroom door opened, and Maggie crept in like an unwanted vagrant. "We're setting up the grill out back. Come down when you're ready," she disappeared just as quickly as she arrived. Art tried to lift his hand to wipe the sleep from his eyes, but they felt weighed down. Tai had climbed on top and pincered him into a hug, 'How long was I out,' the dream didn't feel long, but time distortion is a bitch. His dick twitched from the blood pumping and the fact that a boy was sleeping atop his body. "Tai? Wake up," no response other than heavy breathing. Art rolled him closer to the wall, which got a stir, "You're so lazy," he stated, then pondered a few moments. Moving down the bed, Art slowly and timidly pulled Tai's shorts down just enough to expose his little wick and undescended boy balls. He looked up to see Tai's face, unchanged, leaning in to plant his face between the boy's legs, inhaled deeply several times, and lingered. When he started licking and lightly sucking Tai's knob, the boy reacted with squirms and little whimpers at first and then full-on deliberate moaning, which is when Art decided to stop, "Oh, you're awake now?" "I love it when you do that," he tried to push Art's head back down, "No! Haha. I only did it to wake you up. They're starting the barbecue downstairs," "Not fair!" Tai turned over and opened his butt cheeks, "Play with it a little, and I'll get up," Art stared at the giggling face of his 9yr old cousin and decided that the need to eat his ass far surpassed the need to eat the food his family could serve up via a backyard grill! Art wanted to do this right. He grabbed Tai's ankles and turned him to let his legs dangle down from the bed. He sat on the floor behind the boy, driving his face between the supple, tanned cheeks, thoroughly licking around the hole, teasing his disagreeable cousin until he started pushing back and forcing the tip of Art's tongue to slide inside. "Ugh!" Art retrieved his tongue and kissed one of Tai's cheeks, "You're too loud. Let's go," "It feels so good," "Maybe you can do it to me next time then," Art joked. "Okay," Tai got to his feet and pulled up his shorts as he walked out of the room. Art's face flushed red at his cousin's naive willingness to participate in their next session. After washing his face, Art emerged from the kitchen into the backyard, a little nervous given what he was exclusively doing to the 9-year-old boy, now cheerfully pestering his dad for the first piece of meat. "Hey, sleepy-head, glad you could join us," Maggie jibbed. She kissed Art's head, "Yeah, sorry. Guess I was tired from earlier," "You and Thiago seem to have bonded. Liv mentioned she's had fewer migraines since you arrived," both chuckled, "I don't really do anythin' to help. He's fun to be around. He said he wants to come and stay with us," Art mentioned, trying to judge his mother's reaction to the idea. "Oh, really," she said with a hint of suspicion, "I think it would be a nice change of scenery for him. To travel a little," "So, is that a yes?" she laughed and nudged Art's shoulder as she walked back over to Olivia, "Very mature!" Mateo's food went down well despite a few burnt pieces here and there. The grownups were hitting the wine, and it was after a glass or two when Mateo, of all people, offered Art a small sample, "You should try some," neither Olivia nor Maggie opposed the decision, "I don't think you'll like it, my dear," Maggie warned. "It's an acquired taste. But the secret is you don't drink for the taste," she winked. "If you don't like it, why drink it?" he was somewhat confused at the cryptic message his aunt babbled, but it didn't deter him. The dark liquid smelled weird, strong enough that it burned his nostrils. There was a slight hesitation, but he took a breath and downed the content of his cup. Maggie put her arm out in protest, but it was too late. Art coughed and stuck his tongue out in disgust, "Argh! That was horrible," he coughed some more, clutching his neck, "It's burning my throat!" Everyone laughed, including Tai. No one showed any sympathy, "Nino, drink slower," Mateo patted Art on the back and poured him another cup. Art was nearly 4 cups in and slurring words, consistently hugging Tai, regardless of his previous nervous disposition towards public displays of affection. He had a modicum of control over his thoughts and actions, enough not to French kiss the boy in front of all parties present but not enough not to keep his hands to himself. The 4th cup was empty, and Art took to dancing with his equally intoxicated aunt, "He has our family's passion for drinking," Mateo joked. Maggie cupped her mouth to contain a laugh. Seeing her son drunk for the first time was intriguing. The hour grew late, and it was past Tai's bedtime, not unnoticed by his parents, "Es hora de dormir, young one. Say goodnight. Your dad will be up with Art," Tai kissed his mother and hugged his aunt Maggie, looking back with concern as his dad picked Art up in his arms. Tai went straight into the bathroom to brush his teeth, spying from the doorway. Mateo carefully laid Art on the bed and walked up to his son, "Take care of your cousin," kissed his head, and vacated the room. Tai closed the door, turned off the lights, stripped off his clothes, and climbed on Art. Art was semi-conscious but instinctively hugged Tai closer, "Mmm. Love you, Thia-gooo," "Love you too, Arty," Tai scrunched his nose at the stench of booze, but it didn't stop him from kissing his cousin on the lips. "You love... love Filly more than me," "What?" "Filip," Art corrected himself. "No I don't," Tai looked a little hurt at the unintentional accusation, "I love you more," Tai felt an urge to prove to himself and his cousin that he meant what he said. Tai wormed himself out of Art's drunken grip and sat up, staring at his cousin for a time. The boy struggled to remove his older cousin's shorts but felt a sense of accomplishment when he did, rewarding himself with playful fondling of the semi-hairy balls. He tugged at the foreskin and peeled it back. Tai leaned in and licked Art's exposed head gland gently over the piss slit, which caused his cousin to growl and the flaccid cock to fully unfurl its 7 inches. The head slipped past Tai's lips and snuggly rested on his tongue as he sucked it like a lollipop. Art's precum trickled out without pause, to young Tai's delight. He eagerly flailed his tongue around to gather as much of the sweet substance. Art's musky ball sweat filled Tai's nostrils, and his eyes dilated. His own little boy dick sprang into action. Tai bobbed on his cousin's swelling cock head and moved a hand over his butt, teasing himself as he ran a finger around his hole. Each moan Tai extracted from himself sent a shockwave through Art's strained love length, causing the unconscious boy to whine in his sleep. The boy stopped playing with his own hole and moved his hand to explore Art's for the first time. A finger encircled the rim, the sphincter tightened with every pass, and Art's moaning became more rugged, like he was having a bad dream. Tai swirled his tongue all around Art's penile head, gobbling it up like it was his last supper, and became careless as his index finger pushed its way inside his cousin, eliciting an audible sigh from the older boy. Tai's mouth was suddenly filled to the brim with warm boy milk, and his only reaction was to swallow. After the spurting stopped, he pulled his mouth away, wiping his lips with the back of his hand, evaluating the aftertaste. The boy felt satisfied and accomplished, even if his cousin wasn't fully aware of what occurred. His tiny little secret, he giggled to himself. Tai crawled back on top of Art, who turned on his side and pulled the boy into his body, kissing his head. Tai snuggled into the embrace as much as he could, craving the safety and sense of security it brought him. You can hit me up at KichirouItoZero@gmail.com, thanks for reading.