Date: Sun, 11 Feb 2024 18:42:29 +0000 From: David Greg Denton Subject: With Family, It's Not Cheating - Part 5 With Family, It's Not Cheating – Part 5 Gay, Incest, Adult, (future) Brother-in-law If you enjoy reading stories on Nifty, then don't forget to donate! It's easy, just follow the link http://donate.nifty.org * * * * Merle hadn't been able to make it the evening Troy met his future in-laws, so this would be their first time meeting. Troy was a little anxious but Lance had assured him that Merle was a good guy and Troy trusted his lover, so he was just going to have to make it work. When Merle arrived at Troy's apartment building, he pushed the button and Troy buzzed him in. Troy was waiting with the door open when he saw Merle come around the corner. The first thing that Troy noticed was that Merle was slightly smaller than Lance but still a good-sized man. He had a full beard and walked with a swagger Troy seldom saw on men of his age. "You must be Troy," Merle said loudly as he came down the hall. "And you must be Merle," Troy replied as Merle approached the door and reached out to take Troy's hand in his own for a handshake. Then Troy did something he didn't usually do; he hugged the relative stranger. Merle eased into it and they had a moment for just a second or two where it felt like they weren't strangers at all but brothers maybe. "It's good to finally meet you," Merle said, sounding genuine. "And you too," Troy echoed. "Come on in." They separated then Troy showed Merle around the apartment. Once he saw the studio, he started investigating with a genuine interest in Troy's work. And when he got to the sculptures of Lance, Wil and Tony, he said, "Lance showed me photos of this one of him, but while these two have a similar esthetic they are a little more `familiar.' Is there a story behind them?" For some unknown reason, Troy started sharing the story of how he had done the second of hic cousin Wil and third of his uncle Tony from memory. "Really?" Merle asked, not quite sure what to make of his nonchalance over the intimate nature of the last two sculptures. Troy felt the need to explain further. "I had only known Lance a few hours when he posed for that. I've known Wil and Tony my entire life." Lance had shared with his brother Troy's lack of contact over a ten year period with his family, so Merle wasn't quite buying what Troy was selling. He thought he'd take another tack by asking, "So they must have spent some time with you in the nude for you to know their bodies so well. Are you a family that follows the nudist lifestyle?" "No, not exactly. My cousin posed for a drawing while he was here visiting, to replace one I'd done of him as a young man, and he wanted it to be a nude. My Uncle and I spent a weekend at a nudist resort so I got to observe him over an extended period of time." Then he thought, I have no idea why I'm explaining myself to a man I just met, but we are practically family so that must be it. "That would explain it then," Merle offered, storing that information away for later. "Are you hungry?" Merle asked. Troy had to admit that he was so Merle asked, "Do you know of a good place to eat around here, 'cause I'm starved." Troy laughed, glad that the interrogation was finally over. They ate at an Indian restaurant nearby that was one of Troy's favorites. They'd delivered meals to him every day after he got home from the hospital the first and second time. Everyone knew him, so of course they asked about Lance. Then Troy introduced everyone to Merle as Lance's younger brother. Of course once he'd said that, they could see the resemblance immediately. The two had a pleasant dinner then went back to Troy's apartment for a nightcap. While they were sitting on the balcony, sipping their whiskey, Merle started with, "Troy, I have a proposition for you." Troy looked at him suspiciously but let him continue. "I think there is a market for copies of the sculpture you made of Lance. As the artist, you would have full control of the production quality and a percentage of the royalties but I would have distribution rights. I am proposing a tie in with current Lance Lanier merchandising but to a more upscale clientele. We can talk about the retail price once we've worked out the logistics and production costs but I think we could both make a tidy sum off this venture. Now I'm not saying you have to decide right away, but I would like you to at least think about it. Would you be wiling to do that?" This was all coming out of left field for Troy so he replied, "I'd be willing to think about it, sure. I was planning on asking Lance if I could make a limited series anyway. I have a foundry in mind, good quality work at a good price." "Great! Then we're practically on the same page already. I've already cleared it with Lance and he said whatever you as the artist want to do is okay with him, but of course you'll want to get his input. . . when will you talk to him again, by the way?" "Tonight. We text every night. I can call him though and discuss it with him." Then a question occurred to Troy, "May I ask what it is you do? For a living I mean. Are you an art dealer?" Merle shook his head and and replied, "Lance didn't tell you? I'm his agent." This certainly was news to Troy. After Phil had been arrested for his part in Troy's kidnapping earlier that year, Lance hadn't mentioned hiring a new agent, much less his brother. Merle could see that Troy was a little shaken up by the news, so he offered an apology by way of saying, "I'm sorry, Troy, I really thought you knew." Then he reached out a hand and placed it on top of Troy's, but Troy was lost in his thoughts, remembering the nightmare he'd been through. He hadn't thought about it in months but it all came flooding back. Merle noticed Troy's ashen face and realized he needed to do something quick. He dialed Lance's number and waited for him to pick up. When Lance answered, Merle explained everything to him then Lance asked to be put on speaker. "Troy, baby, it's me. It's going to be okay. I want you to concentrate on the sound of my voice, relax, breathe and think about me, only me. Listen to the sound of my voice and know that this will pass." Lance kept talking until Troy blinked and looked at the phone, then he looked up at Merle. "I think he's back, Lance. I'm going to hand the phone to him." He did that, then Troy listened as his lover said some more personal things to him. Merle watched as Troy blushed and figured his brother must have gotten through to Troy. Then Troy handed the phone back to Merle and said, "He wants to talk to you." Merle took the phone back and listened at length to what Lance had to say then agreed and disconnected. "Are you okay, Troy?" Merle asked as he knelt down in front of him. Troy nodded then got up and went back into the apartment. Merle collected the glasses, went back in too, closing the sliding glass door behind him. Then he put the glasses in the sink and went in search of Troy. He was exactly where he thought he'd be, in bed. Merle undressed down to his underwear and joined Troy in bed, leaning over him to turn off the light. Then he did exactly as his brother had asked, he turned Troy over, wrapped his arm around him and spoke softly to him. "Lance asked me to stay. I know he told you that too, so I'm going to hold you until you fall asleep, okay?" he asked, not expecting an answer. Troy held on tight, listening to the sound of Merle's heartbeat as his chest rose and fell. The sound was strangely comforting and he was soon lulled to sleep by the rhythmic beating of Merle's heart. The next morning, Troy woke up and looked at the man he was lying next to, fully expecting it to be Lance, but it wasn't. "Good morning. How are you doing?" Merle asked. Then Troy remembered what had happened the night before. "Uh, I'm good, I guess. Sorry about last night, I. . ." he began but Merle interrupted him, "It's okay. It's my fault. Lance explained that he has been waiting to share the news with you but just hadn't found the right moment. He apologizes as do I." "There's no reason for you to apologize. In fact, I want to thank you for last night. It was very kind of you to stay with me." "It was the least I could do after springing it on you like that. Are you hungry? I could make breakfast?" Troy found it amusing that Merle was asking him again if he was hungry so he started laughing. "What's so funny?" Merle asked. "Nothing," Troy assured him. "I could eat." Then he got up and so did Merle. It did not escape Merle's notice that Troy had a gorgeous body and a very pretty, cut cock which was semihard too. Troy grabbed a robe then left the bedroom and headed for the kitchen. Merle, despite his own semi, decided not to get dressed and followed Troy in just his underwear. Of course, as soon as Merle joined him in the kitchen, Troy noticed just how full Merle's underwear was. But he was determined to ignore it while he made coffee and started breakfast. "What can I do to help?" Merle asked. Troy grinned and asked if he knew how to make toast. Now it was Merle's turn to laugh as he assured Troy that he did indeed know how to place bread in a toaster, push the button down and wait for it to pop up. They talked while they ate and Merle admitted that his sole reason for being in town was to talk to Troy, to get to know his brother's lover and to maybe see is they could come to an agreement about producing a limited series of his Lance Lanier sculpture first, for the high end market, then maybe some drawings later on to make into prints for the average customer/fan. Troy admitted that he was intrigued and agreed to consider it after he consulted with Lance. Merle accepted that and also agreed to a tour of the city with Troy as his guide. * Once they were back, Merle thanked Troy for a wonderful day with a hug and a kiss. The kiss lasted longer than Troy had expected, so when Merle finally pulled back, Troy had to ask, "Um, that was interesting but the hug would have been a sufficient thank you." "Lance told me to take care of you and I intend to do just that." Then Merle kissed Troy again, but this time with a little heat behind it, opening his mouth and letting his tongue tease Troy's open. Troy let him in even though he wasn't quite sure why. The kissed lasted quite a while and Troy could tell that Merle was as excited by it as he was. This time Troy was the one to break it off. "What exactly did Lance say to you on the phone last night?" Merle chuckled and replied, "He told me to make you `feel loved and cared for. . . anything short of fucking you,' were his exact words." Troy was shocked to say the least that Lance would have said this to his brother without clearing it with him first. He broke free from Merle and walked a few steps away then turned back to face Merle. "And why in the world would I agree to anything like that?" Troy asked sounding more than a little peeved. "Please don't take this the wrong way," Merle said as he stepped closer to Troy. "Lance just wants to make sure you're okay. . . after last night's. . . well you know. And since he couldn't be here to do it himself, he asked me to step in on his behalf. Honestly, I know how this must sound, my being a virtual stranger and all, but I assure he had only your best interests at heart." Troy thought about what Merle had just said and it sounded like something Lance would say. And Lance had always had Troy's best interests at heart. Then Troy got an idea. "He said anything goes short of you fucking me but what about me fucking you? I mean I've had some practice lately and I have to admit I've gotten pretty good at it." Merle's eyes got wide then quickly went back to normal. Not much surprised him but this guy sure had. Then he spoke with the utmost confidence, "I may do a lot of things with other guys but I draw the line at getting fucked." Then he thought some more about what Troy had just admitted. Merle knew Troy and Lance hadn't been together in weeks so there must be someone else. Then it dawned on him and he blurted it out, "You mean your cousin and your uncle, don't you?!" Blushing, Troy realized he'd made a mistake, but before he could clarify or explain it away, Merle kept going, "That's why those sculptures of them look so personal. It's because you know them intimately, don't you?" There was no getting out of it now, so he admitted, "My cousin Wil told me that if you do it with family then it's not considered cheating, but when I say it out loud it doesn't sound quite right, does it?" Merle closed the gap between them, took Troy in his arms once more and replied, "It sounds perfectly logical to me, but then again, I'm probably among a rather small percentage of the population that it does sound logical to. I'm a `live and let live' kind of guy, always have been and while Lance and I haven't fooled around since we were kids, we did, on occasion, have some fun together. I hope that doesn't shock you but given what you told me about your family, I don't think it has, am I right?" Troy had to admit to himself that the idea of Lance and Merle fooling around intrigued him. "When you say, `fooled around,' what did you mean?" Merle knew he had him then and chuckled as he replied, "No penetration if that's what you're asking, just some mutual masturbation and an occasional blowjob, nothing more." Troy was a little disappointed but okay with that response. "Not even kissing?" Troy asked. "Definitely not. I don't kiss men." Merle was definitely turning out to be an enigma. "Listen, I know it sounds crazy that I'll give a blowjob to a guy but not kiss him, but blowjobs for me are just about sex while kissing is about much more." "No, I get it. But I have to ask why you've been kissing me then?" "I'm just Lance's proxy. He's the one kissing you, not me." Troy laughed and asked, "Then it's Lance's tongue that's been in my mouth several times today?" "Exactly," Merle agreed sounding perfectly serious. Troy wanted to call bullshit on the guy but figured if he wanted to believe that then he was just going to let him, because he wasn't about to turn down a blowjob! Troy let go of Merle, took him by the hand and led him to the bedroom. Then they both stripped and got on the bed. On their knees, they faced each other, each taking the other one in. Again, Troy noticed that Merle's body was different from Lance's but that they both had hairy chests which Troy loved. Troy also observed that Merle's and Lance's dicks were almost identical. "You have the same cock as Lance," he pointed out. Merle, chuckled and replied, "Yeah, it's kinda weird, I know, but when we were horny teenagers it was kind of like we were sucking our own cocks." Troy thought that must have been quite the experience for the two brothers. "So it really will be like I'm sucking Lance's cock then." "Exactly. And can I just say that I think your cock is, for lack of a better word, beautiful?" Troy smiled because even though this was not the first time he'd heard that, it never seemed to get old. "Sixty-nine?" Merle suggested. "Sure," Troy agreed then they laid down cocks to mouths, opened wide and took each one into their own. Troy made love to Merle's cock just like he would Lance's, carefully, knowing the head was very sensitive. Merle had sucked plenty of cut cocks so he knew he needed to provide a little more suction, which he did. Neither could speak with their mouths full, but they were able to moan a lot, expressing their mutual pleasure. It didn't take long for Merle to get close but he couldn't tell if Troy was getting there so he took a finger, wetted it, then stuck it inside Troy's hole and felt around. Troy clenched his butt when Merle's digit grazed his prostate. Merle knew he'd found the right spot so he massaged it until Troy finally gave up and blew his load down Merle's throat. Merle shot his next, coating the inside of Troy's mouth and throat as well. Once their balls were both empty, they pulled off each other slowly then Merle came up to Troy, kissed him and shared a little of his cum with him. Troy did the same as they cleaned each other's mouths thoroughly. "That was a huge load," Merle commented once they had broken off their kiss. "I could say the same thing to you," Troy commented. Merle just chuckled and said, "Yeah, I guess it's been a while since I last got laid." "Yeah, me too," Troy admitted. Merle enfolded Troy into his arms then kissed his forehead. They lay like that for a while, neither speaking, just existing in the same space and time. "I can go if you want to be alone," Merle offered. Troy rubbed his face against the other man's chest and replied, "You can stay the night if you want to. I like the company." Merle nodded. Then Troy asked, "Are you hungry?" And it was Merle's turn to laugh. They ordered in that evening then after dinner, Troy asked, "Would you like to pose for me?" Merle hadn't been expecting that but he was certainly open to it. "How would you like me?" he asked. Troy smiled and replied, "Let's go into my studio and see what we can come up with. * The next morning, Merle awoke alone in Troy's bed. He could hear the water running across the hall so he got up and as he entered the bathroom asked, "May I join you?" Troy opened the door so that Merle could step inside, then slid the door closed again. They lathered each other then rinsed off and got out. They dried one another off then hugged for a few minutes before walking back across the hall. They both got dressed then went out for breakfast. When it was time to say goodbye to his future brother-in-law, Troy was a little sad and if Merle was being honest, he was sad too. "I want to thank you for the past few days, Troy. It started out as one thing and turned into another. I'm really going to miss you." Troy grinned and expressed a similar sentiment, "I'm going to miss you too. I feel like we packed a few years of getting to know one another into just a few days." Merle felt the same way but he didn't want to say it lest he get overly emotional at their parting. But there was one thing he had to say before he left, "I want you to know that I think that Lancelot is one lucky guy to have found you." "Lancelot?" Troy repeated. Merle laughed and said, "Yeah, his real name is Lancelot. Just like mine is Merlin and Morgan's is Morgana. It's a whole Camelot thing my parents agreed on when they first decided to have kids." Then it dawned on Troy that their parents' names were Art for Arthur, and Gwen for Guinevere. "I'm not surprised he never told you." "No, he never told me," Troy admitted shaking his head, "and it never occurred to me until you said something just now." "Well, it's not something Lance likes to tell people. He's embarrassed by it and quite frankly I am too. Growing up Merlin was hard enough but I just don't feel like explaining each time I meet someone new, so I go by Merle." That made a lot of sense to Troy who could understand the difficulty people might have getting past their Camelot connection. But more importantly, Lance had always been Troy's knight in shining armor, so the name Lancelot suited him quite well. "Please don't tell Lance I told you," Merle begged. "He might get mad and I'd rather he just concentrate on football right now, okay?" Troy chuckled and agreed to keep his little secret. . . for now. They said their goodbyes once more then Merle left shaking his rolled up drawing at his almost brother-in-law as a goodbye wave. That evening, Troy called Lance and apologized for not texting back the night before. All was forgiven and they shared how their days had gone with each other. Just as Troy was about to turn out the light and go to sleep, he got a text from Merle, I forgot to thank you for my drawing. It's the most beautiful thing I have ever or will ever own. I'm glad you like it. Thanks for posing for me. It was my pleasure. Goodnight, sweet Troy. Goodnight, Merlin. * Lance came to see Troy when he had a few days off and Troy was thrilled to see him. They spent the whole first day together in bed making love, only getting up to eat and use the bathroom. When it was time to go to sleep, Lance was holding his lover when he asked, "Are you okay, babe? You've been awfully quiet today." Troy laughed and replied, "I think I've been pretty vocal actually." Lance chuckled and continued, "That was during sex and you're always vocal during sex. No, I mean in general. You seem to be in your head more than usual." Troy thought about it and decided to share with Lance what he'd been holding back for so long. He told him about Wil and Tony and even what he and Merle had done with Lance's blessing, so that there would be no secrets between them. Lance was quiet for a minute, seemingly taking it all in then he replied, "I make no judgments on you or your family. You're here with me now and I will take that every day of the week. You put up with my being away for months, so why shouldn't you experience a little happiness where you can get it. I'm just glad it's with family and not somebody else. There isn't anyone else is there?" Lance asked with a little trepidation. Troy smiled up at Lance, amazed at the understanding the man had for his needs. "No there is no one else. I mean, Merlin and I had a good time, thanks to you. He looks a little like you but he's not you. I much prefer the original." Lance laughed then realized what Troy had said. "Merlin? He told you about that?" Troy realized he'd made a mistake and tried desperately to fix it. "He might have mentioned the Camelot connection." Lance was mad for a split second then realized he'd been keeping that from Troy so he couldn't be mad, really, without being a hypocrite. "It's okay. Just don't call me Lancelot in public." "Then it's okay if I call you Lancelot when we're alone then?" Troy asked. Lance grinned and answered, "Yes, but only when we're in bed and only after I've made you come. . ." then he added, "or if you're truly happy. How about that?" Troy smiled and nodded. "Then goodnight, my love," Lance said as he kissed Troy. Then Troy echoed the sentiment, "Goodnight, my Lancelot." The end (Thanks for reading this companion to/continuation of "The Quarterback and the Sculptor" available on Kindle. I hope you enjoyed it. If you liked it, feel free to drop me a line.)