Date: Fri, 15 Mar 2024 18:21:39 +0000 From: Kichirou Ito Subject: Enemy of The Architect, Chapter Eight (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. Please help keep Nifty going and donate, http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html Enemey of The Architect by Kichirou 2nd Aug, Friday After two weeks, Art and his mother made significant headway on the backyard work, practically completing it, excluding the cleanup. Art, for one, was relieved that he no longer had to slave away under Spain's fierce heat. The backyard had new stone stairs from the poolside to a newly floored open space with a stone-circle firepit. Olivia supplied the plants. It pays to have a flower shop. Art stood out back, watching his mother do the finishing touches, thinking about the previous night when his mom pulled him aside to remind him that they would be staying until the end of next month, that this classified as their yearly vacation. The most troubling part about that whole conversation? Tai was oblivious to the deadline, and all the adults agreed that revealing this would be more trouble than it was worth. Art was offended on Tai's behalf, but the longer he thought about it, the clearer it became. If Tai knew now, he'd probably spend the next month trying to convince everyone that Art and his mother should stay longer, likely propelling everybody to insanity. Maggie walked past her son, who looked more than distracted. "Is everything okay?" She inquired. Art just nodded half-heartedly. He loved his mom, but this would wound his cousin without a shadow of a doubt. The prediction on Tai's face, knowing Art was complicit in this action of betrayal, guaranteed to torment him. In the hopes of some productivity, Olivia arranged for Tai to spend most days at Filip's house. At least that might end, given they finally finished the work. 'Stupid Filip! Stealing my boy!' The voice screamed in his head. "Can you do the laundry for Olivia? I'll finish out here." Art nodded again and headed inside to check the upstairs hampers and the room he shared with his cousin. There wasn't much to gather. On the floor of the shared room was a pair of somewhat "fresh" underwear, slightly used. Tai had discarded them that morning. Art looked over his shoulder, double-checking it was clear before bending down to pick them up, bringing them to his face, and taking a long, deep sniff. 'FUCK! These smell so good!' His inner monologue confessed. Art took one last inhale and stuffed the underwear into his shorts pocket. Heaving bags of clothes into the washer was more tiring than expected. A thought struck Art's mind, 'Funny how I never see Tai doing any of this shit.. why am I always the designated handyman for these people!' It was a sign of tiredness and frustration. All he wanted was Tai, a bed, and to unwind. A pair of arms banded themselves around Art's waist, scaring the life out of him! The older boy pivoted around to see Tai smiling, "Hi." "Jesus Christ. You scared the shit out of me, dude." Art took a breath. "How'd you know I was in here?" "Auntie Maggie told me." Tai let go and hopped up and down on the spot, hyper as usual. "What are you doin'," he asked, despite the obviousness. "Cleaning everyone's clothes, duh." As the words left his lips, those same lips turned into an expansive grin. Art probed his pocket and pulled out the young boy's worn underwear. "Except these, of course." The boy looked perplexed but soon saw they belonged to him: "Those are mine." "Were, yours. Now they're mine." Tai chuckled at the presumed joke. Art pushed the undies to his face and breathed them in for the third time today, "I can smell your dick." He whispered. Tai laughed harder, pulling Art's wrist down so he could inhale his own ball sweat. The child moved his face away and held the bridge of his nose, "Ewww, they stink!" "That's why I like 'em," he admitted. Tai glimpsed the outline of a bulging dick and moved closer to encompass it with both hands, extracting a squeal from Art, but it only encouraged the mischief. Tai yanked Art's shorts down just enough to reveal the engorged shaft. "Dude, you're gonna get us caught!" He protested but did absolutely nothing to stop whatever was about to transpire. Tai bent over and did exactly like his cousin, inhaling the groin area but never pulling away in disgust. The boy instead took another step in this incestuous love play between cousins and sheepishly licked the tip of Art's dick through the thin cotton boxers, precisely on the pre-cum wet patch. Art's legs buckled from an electrical current passing from the groin throughout his body. "Holy shit, Tai!" It was instinctive when he held the back of Tai's head. Trying not to force the boy onto his hard dick but more to let him know that what he was doing felt fucking incredible. The moment was risky like all the other times Tai had decided to entrap and sexually entice his prey, with Maggie a stone's throw away working the garden. Art wanted to pull his dick out and let his deviant cousin swallow the length, to feel the wet warmth of that little mouth! "Tai, stop." He unexpectedly felt regretful. The secret he had to keep was beginning to plague his mind. "My mum's outside." Art pulled his shorts up, "Let's go upstairs!" The boy ran out of the laundry room, and his little feet could be heard rapidly clambering up the stairs. "But I have to do the laundry still..." He whispered to no one. Art lingered to finish the laundry, hoping Tai wouldn't be in a bad mood over not reciprocating his sexual enthusiasm. Remembering to separate the whites from the colours, like some Nazi regime. He did wonder how many kids even knew how to do laundry. Perhaps he should train Tai. As if the little terror could focus on something so tedious and mundane, maybe a bribe would work. If he can do a chore without griping, I'll let him choose what fun activity we do. Rearranging his junk, Art B-lined for the bedroom, where Tai was on the floor playing on the console shirtless. "Sorry, dude, I had to finish the chore.", "You wanna do stuff?" He didn't take his eyes off the screen. "In a bit. I had an idea that if you do more chores, I'll let you decide what we do." The game paused almost immediately. "Really!? Like anything?" Art grinned, "Yup, anything." He began caressing Tai's head, which got a little giggle. "Come here." A tug on the boy's arm led him to stand up. "What?" "Here," Holding both of Tai's hands, Art pulled the boy in close--so close he could smell the fading mint scent from the toothpaste he used earlier--then kissed him, a delicate kiss to remedy the guilt about keeping secrets and constantly turning down his cousin's advances. A gentle kiss, however, wasn't enough to quench the thirst of this boy, and the kisses became more assertive. Art still held Tai's arms, refusing to let go, not that he could. It would take nothing less than a crowbar to separate the two. Tai started flicking his tongue inside the older boy's mouth, almost enticing him further. Art responded by sucking on it intently, releasing his grip only to pull the young boy's shorts down and begin pumping the two-and-a-half-inch pecker. "It tickles, but it feels good," Tai whispered under a ragged breath. Art licked the boy's cheek and pinched his left nipple. Tai moaned and pushed his wet tongue back into the older boy's mouth but remained still, almost numb from the pleasure. Art's mouth was slowly filling up with the Lil' boy's drool, something most people would be repulsed by, but it seemed to push buttons in a way that made his heart beat uncontrollably. Making the dick inside his shorts painfully pulsate. When Art swallowed the pooling saliva, it gave him an overwhelming high far more pleasing than any drug addiction, even going so far as to suck any remnants of spit left on Tai's tongue. The young boy abruptly started to moan, and his body shook as he embraced the suffocating dry orgasm his older cousin so graciously helped him reach. "Shhhh." Cooing and cuddling the boy, hoping to all heaven that no one heard anything. Tai was still in shock, limp, and spaced out. Art laid the boy down and slumped beside him, stroking his tummy. It's rare for this hyperactive child to be so tranquil, so he refrained from speaking. The moment Art regained consciousness, his body jumped out of shock. He never intended to fall asleep, especially not next to a naked child.. A child no longer in the room, 'Did someone come in when he was naked? But if they caught us, they'd have woken us both up... So where the fuck is Tai!' Art checked the time for clarity; he'd slept for about two hours, but to be fair, he had been working earlier. As he groaned, Tai walked back into the room wearing tight red boxers and munching a chocolate bar. "You ran away while I slept?" The boy shook his head and said, "Dad woke me up." Pulling an extra lion bar from his waistband and offering it to the older boy, "He saw you naked?" Art quizzed, accepting the chocolaty goodness. "Noooo, I pulled my undies up." Tai grinned and yanked down the front of his boxers to reveal a flaccid peen. "You're such a perv." Art laughed. Mateo entered the bedroom without warning, and Tai still had his little cocklet on show. 'What if he thinks I was touching Tai or asked him to show me his dick!' Art's mind was racing with panic. "You boys behaving?" The large man asked, moving to Tai and kissing his head, "We've made some plans. A grown-up's night out, and we were hoping you could look after Thiago." Art's heart jumped. 'Me and Tai, alone!' The things they could get up to, with no prying eyes, "And Filip." 'Do some skinny dipping, or chill on the sofa naked, and Filip. Wait.. what.' That name broke his chain of thought: "Filip?" "Tai's friend, you met at the beach." "Oh, yeah." Was all Art could muster up. If there was ever a cock blocker in this world, Filip was it. "What time will you be back?" Mateo conjured a weird smile, "Well, we won't. Not until tomorrow morning." 'What the fuck! They didn't plan this shit at the last minute, but I can't say no..' "Uhm, sure. I can look after them." It was impossible to have said that with less enthusiasm, and it seemed to register with Mateo on some level. "Here. Don't tell your mom or auntie." The man pulled out fifty euros and handed them to his nephew. Art was shocked but grateful. "Thanks!" It was a nice gesture, but it didn't fix the situation. "I'll let you know when we're leaving." He looked down at his son, who was looking back up with pleading eyes, almost as if they were saying, "Where are my fifty euros!?" Mateo's head shook. "Thiago, pon tu ropa interior en orden..." exiting the room. Tai looked down and chuckled, covering up his junk. "He gave you loads!" Tai was overly giddy at the amount of money his cousin had in his hands. "Can I have some? Pleeeease!" "Some of what?" "The money." Art opened his bag next to the bed and put the money inside. "What money?" The boy laughed and tried to fish the money from the backpack but got quickly subdued and pulled onto the bed. "The money in your bag!" He struggled to shout from all his laughter. "If you behave later, I'll buy you some ice cream," knowing the rascal wouldn't turn down free ice cream. "I have a chore for you." Kissing the boy pinned under his body, "Clean the room before your friend shows up." "But it's not even messy!" Tai protested, "Tidy the bed and pick up the clothes and stuff." They both got off the bed but remained entangled. "I don't think we can do stuff if your friend is staying." Tai looked dejected. God forbid anyone gets in the way of his sexcapades. "I don't want him to stay then." "We don't have a choice, buddy. It's only for tonight. We can do small stuff, but no kissing." His young cousin looked confused. "Small stuff?" "Yeah. Like I'll squeeze your butt, or if we share a blanket, I'll play with your peepee." Tai's eyes lit up at the prospect of more cock play. Tai got called away, and Art, with a brief opportunity, decided to get a shower. Would he rather have one with the sexy little bastard? Of course! But with three active adults walking around, it was too dangerous. It was not too risky to tug on his pork sword; the warm water flowing down his slender teen body felt refreshing and cosy. Images of Tai became more vivid the more he relaxed. He could almost feel the sensation of his younger cousin's saliva flowing down his throat. Spit was not his fetish, but the fact that it was Tai's made all the difference. He naively thought he'd have more time, but the omen child burst into the bathroom and pulled the curtain back, giggling like a girl and running out. 'He's going to pay for this...' While getting dressed, he could hear the muffled sounds of talking and laughing, 'Is Mateo waiting for me? A bit early for them to leave.' He was curious until he stepped back into the bedroom. His beautiful boy sat next to an imposter, Filip! 'Why the fuck is he here so early!' "Hola, Art!" the blonde boy seemed to glow. "Hey..." Art felt a little bad for not returning the same friendly vibe, but this boy, yet again, was stealing Tai away from him. Friends or not, Tai is his. The two young boys remained content with playing video games, but Art felt a little deprived of attention, even if he did make his little cousin dry cum less than three hours ago.. His forbearance withered, listening to the blonde boy giggle, and it was more than he could endure. Hoodie in hand, Art decided to take a little walk and get away from his annoyance for a while, but he got checked at the door, "Where are you going?" Tai asked. "For a walk..." Art said plainly, "Wait, we'll come too!" The older boy was quick to act, "Actually, I'll be running, and you can't keep up, sorry." He didn't wait for a response or his cousin to call bullshit on his excuse. The weather was blue skies, with some clouds but plenty of sunshine. Art tried his best to retrace the steps to where he and Tai first went all out, the first time he had ever eaten an ass. Walking past the neighbouring villa and through the olive orchard straight onto the open hay field, Art stopped at the same haybale. He sat against it and thought back to that night when it was just the two of them, no distractions, pure lust. --- Tai watched his older cousin leave after coming up with a noticeable lie.. it deflated his good mood, and playing the console with his friend suddenly lost its appeal. Emotions aside, he thought it best to keep up appearances and entertain Filip, but his attention within the games was at a minimal amount of effort as he kept thinking about why Art lied. 'Did I say somethin' to make him angry? Or do somethin'? Or because Filip is here?' he put the controller down, "Let's go swimming." Standing up and taking off his clothes. Tai was standing next to his best friend, stark-bollock-naked! Filip giggled at the sight but quickly stripped down to his birthday suit. It was hard not to compare each other. Filip was a couple of centimetres shorter than Tai and weighed less, but their boy toys looked the same size. Tai was in his element when naked. He loved it! Maybe a little too much, as he started to play with his dick. Filip looked at his friend, pulling his foreskin back and forth, blushing a deep red when both boys' eyes met, "What are you doing?" He finally said, "Let's go!" Tai evaded his question and marched out of the room, still very much naked. Filip was apprehensive about being nude in his friend's house, but Tai looked relaxed and unphased, especially when Mateo contested, "Do we not buy you clothes?" "I didn't wanna' get them wet." Mateo reluctantly accepted the circumstances. He didn't want to get into an argument. Both boys launched themselves into the pool, making large splashes. As they both surfaced, an instant water fight ensued. Tai went into machine mode and smacked the water, launching wave after wave into Filip's face. The poor boy couldn't keep pace and put his hands up in defence, "Stoooop!" He laughed so much it hurt, "I can't breathe!" Tai did stop, but only because he was laughing too much. They began a game of tag, chasing each other from one end of the pool to the other. To Filip, it was an innocent game, but to Tai, it was an opportunity to do a bit of groping. It wasn't that he found his best friend attractive. It was just the excitement of touching another boy's naked body. When he caught up to Filip, he jumped on his back merely to rub his junk against it and laughed. "Where's your cousin?" She asked her son. The boy shrugged, "Dunno." It had been about thirty or forty minutes since Art left, and now that his name was mentioned, Tai was suddenly concerned. "We'll be leaving soon, so get out of the pool." Olivia ordered as she struggled to put her earrings in. Filip was about to get out, but Tai pulled the boy's leg, forcing him to fall back in, "Your mum said to get out!" he laughed, "No, not yet." A splash of water in his friend's face initiated another slow-speed chase. Tai got cornered, and they started to arm wrestle, but neither boy relented until Tai saw his cousin in the kitchen, talking to his mum. As Art came out to see what the boys were doing, Tai let Filip win the fight, and Filip hugged his friend in victory! "Let's get out." Tai kept his eyes locked on his cousin, making him witness everything. The embrace of his friend, pulling the same friend from the pool and the fact that they were both nude. The boy walked past Art without a word, and Filip scampered by, covering his privates. --- "Where have you been?" Olivia asked her nephew, "I went for a walk, needed some fresh air." 'Yeah, fresh air and to get away from your son's friend!' He coughed to clear his throat. "Have they both gotten to you finally?" she laughed, "We're ready to leave. There's plenty of food for one night, but here." She handed Art twenty euros, "A takeaway might calm them down." She wandered off into the house. 'Tai was getting manhandled by that little blonde twat, what the fuck!' His inner voice roared. When Art walked back inside the house, the two boys were upstairs. He wanted to storm up there, kick Filip's ass, and throw him out afterwards! Alas, he stayed in the living room and listened to the adults chatter away before they finally decided to leave for their night of merriment. "Don't let them stay up too late." Olivia was the first to vamoose, "Next time, we'll hire a babysitter and bring you along." Maggie kissed her son's head. Delmar placed a hand on the boy's shoulder, "Look after my son, please." Art felt guilty about hating this kind man's child but faked a smile for reassurance. Mateo was the last to leave, "Thiago's favourite ice cream is in the freezer. Don't destroy my house." He kissed Art's head. The front door closed, and Art leaned against it with a heavy sigh. Frustration and anxiety had him banging on the door with his fist. As he turned, Tai stood at the top of the stairs, holding a brutish stare that sent chills down his spine. Art chose to flee into the living room. He had never seen the boy so incensed. Flicking through the channels, Coco, one of his favourite movies, a young boy gets transported to the land of the dead, but as far as animated characters go, he's adorable. He reminded him of Tai. It was guitar strumming from the movie that woke Art up. He couldn't determine when he fell asleep. By chance, Filip poked himself around the corner and hovered at the sofa arm, "Everything good?" Art quizzed. "Tai said he's hungry and said to ask you for food," Filip received an empty gaze, "If Tai is hungry, he needs to tell me what he wants..." "He said pizza." Art turned on his side to resume watching Coco, "What type of pizza." His agitation was starting to seep through, "Uhm. I'll go ask." But before he could leave, Art snapped, "Just tell him if he wants food, to tell me himself!" He startled the boy a little too much. Filip dashed back up the stairs, tail between his legs. After a few minutes, Tai approached his cousin with yet another grimace, "You yelled at my friend!" "I wouldn't have if you just came and talked to me," Art calmly articulated. "You didn't let me come with you!" The boy sniffled, his feelings betraying him, "I just wanted to be alone, Tai." He put his arms out, trying to seduce the child into a hug, but no luck. "If you don't hug me, I'll eat your favourite ice cream." The boy's feet moved of their own accord, but just a few steps, "Bubblegum?" Art nodded in response, "All mine." Tai sank into his older cousin and hugged him tight. "I get jealous when you're with your friend..." Art broke the silence. Tai was shocked at this revelation. How could playing with his best friend make his cousin so jealous! "Why?" "Because you're both close, and he might steal you from me," He regretted being so honest, specifically to a 9y/o. "You were swimming together naked and stuff." His face burned at the thought, "I wanted to make you mad for ditching me..." Tai conceded. Art hauled the boy onto the couch, "You little shit!" 'This kid is ruthless.' he thought. Art fondled his young cousin and planted a long, passionate kiss on his pliable pink lips. "So which pizza do you want?" he kept bussing Tai's lip between words. The young boy didn't have to think too hard before answering, "Spicy chicken!" He shouted and jumped off the couch. "Go tell Filip. I'll order." The kid sped back up to his bedroom. Art took a moment to clear his mind before calling the local pizza place, especially after Tai left him with a raging boner. It would take about thirty minutes for the food to arrive, so he headed up to where the boys were playing, "Grub won't be long, wash up and come set the table." he said, standing by the bathroom door, knowing full well that if he left, neither child would get off their ass to do anything. Tai was the first to wash his hands, and as Filip entered the washroom and Tai exited, Art mischievously pulled him aside and forced a kiss. The kiss left his little cousin speechless, which didn't happen too often, "Point - nill to me." the older boy smirked and headed back downstairs. The two imps came down soon after, laughing and joking. Tai grabbed the plates and set them on the kitchen table while Filip arranged the cups, and when his young cousin hunched over the table, Art took the opportunity to put a hand down the boy's shorts and press a finger against his hole. Tai's body stiffened as he shrieked, "Two - nill to me." He whispered and removed his hand before Filip suspected anything. For the next twenty minutes, everyone sat watching TV. Art and Filip awkwardly shared the sofa, and Tai sat in the cushioned armchair, sneaking glances at his cousin, trying to think of ways to even the score. The doorbell went, and when Art answered, he was surprised to find a young and attractive guy on the other end, about the same age as himself, "Hi, spicey chicken pizza?" the delivery boy asked, "Huh? Oh. Yeah, sorry." Art handed him ten euros, "I've delivered here a few times. I've never seen you here before." he said, handing over the pizza box, "I don't live here, just visiting family." "Cool, maybe I'll see you around." The boy left Art dumbfounded. It's the first time anyone his age has spoken to him since arriving here, 'Damn. He's cute...' short, mousey blonde hair, shaved at the sides, and blue eyes, ocean blue, bewildering. Art retreated indoors, calling the two ravenous demons to the table and dishing out two slices each, then retrieving a bottle of Pepsi from the lower cupboard, "Tai, you can do the dishes after, and I'll help Filip sort the bed out." The kid had his mouth stuffed, so he nodded in response, 'Wow, he didn't argue. Olivia was right food does calm them down.' The food went down pretty quickly. Tai and Filip spoke primarily in Spanish, which irritated Art, but they didn't do it to ostracize him. After the pizza, Art escorted the little blonde boy back to the bedroom, "Me and Tai will sleep on the bottom bunk. Are you okay on the top?" There wasn't much choice in the matter. Art, for one, didn't want to share the same bed with him regardless. "Yeah, I'll be fine." Filip chimed with positivity. Art grabbed extra blankets from the closet for extra comfort. It was certainly too hot to use them as covers. The clock had just turned to nine o'clock, and when Tai joined the two in his room, everyone decided they would take turns playing Tekken. The loser gives up the controller and all that. At some point during the tournament, Tai had got up to use the bathroom, but when he came back out, he was thoroughly nude yet again, and instead of taking his original seat on the floor, he placed himself in his cousin's lap. Filip remained silent as though nothing had changed, but Art leaned forward to whisper in his tormentor's ear, "Touche... two - one." But Tai was far from done. Since he wasn't playing the game this round, he slid a hand behind his back and inside the leg hole of his cousin's shorts, taking a firm grip of the older boy's junk, "Fuck!" Art bellowed, "Two - two..." 'Fuck me!' Tai slowly worked the shaft in his hand, which inevitably caused Art to lose the current match, "Yes! I'm the best!" Filip cheered. When Art handed the controller to his lapweight, he wanted to return the favour. His hand repositioned itself under Tai's butt, cupping at first, then a finger crept closer to the unguarded hole. Teetering on the rim and forcing a moan or two from the young boy. There was little warning when he pushed the finger inside his cousin right up to the knuckle, fishing around in his insides, "Ughhhh!" Tai squawked, leaning back against the older boy's body, "Three-two." The boy was now looking up at his cousin with that lustful gaze, and Art could sense that Tai was a few seconds away from taking this a step further, unable to control his desires. Art gently removed his finger to simmer the boy's hormones. "Time for bed I think," he suggested. He let Filip use the bathroom first, and as soon as he was out of sight, Tai threw himself at the older boy, stealing a hot, wet kiss right up until he heard the toilet flush. The devil had no shame walking away with his little erect pecker. When Filip was safely on the top bunk, Art removed his clothing and climbed under the thin blanket, waiting for his bed buddy. Tai turned off the light as he returned and snuggled up to his cousin. They both snuck another kiss. "Turn over." Art whispered his command and shuffled down the bed, positioning himself between young Tai's legs, prompting the boy to lift his butt into the air and wasting little time pressing his face between the tanned mounds. Tai gasped when he felt Art's tongue prodding and probing his forbidden cave. The poor kid couldn't hold back and started moaning as the tongue slipped inside him, "What are you guys doin'?" Filip questioned. "Nothing." was all Tai could think to say. Art moved back up and spooned his lustful lover, giving the kid one last tongue-sucking kiss so he could taste that delicious boy saliva, "Good night, Thiago." "Night night." You can hit me up at KichirouItoZero@gmail.com, thanks for reading.