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Subject: Enemy of The Architect, Chapter Three, (Incest) The following story contains strong language and explicit scenes of gay Incest between two cousins. Other adult males and underage boys may appear in the story. If you are offended by this kind of material then please leave this page. Please donate to . Thank you in advance. Please email me your comments on [email protected] Enemy of The Architect by Kichirou Chapter 3 Art was quiet the entire ride back home both embarrassed and scared, too scared to move. As the car came to a halt he shuffled himself out trying not to make eye contact with Olivia, even if she was unaware of recent antics. “Leave the stuff in the car I’ll unload it later,” Olivia stated double checking the car was locked disappearing inside. Tai made it to the front door and turned to face an immobile Art, “What are you doing?” Art looked at the floor, “Nothing just standing,” he muttered, Tai shrugged and walked inside. Art sighed, ‘I can’t do this, I’m fucked if I get caught… just play it cool,’ reassuring himself enough to enter the house. Removing his shoes he could feel eyes on him, low and behold, Tai was sat at the top of the stairs, hugging the bannister, waving with an impish smile, ‘Just wave back, act normal… ish’ he waved and tried his most convincing fake smile, and casually walked into the kitchen. “Anything I can do to help?” looking desperately hopeful at his aunt hoping she might have something for him to do. As she sieved flour into a bowl, “You could pass me some eggs from the fridge,” with a sigh of relief he moved to the fridge. Tai was standing in the doorway looking perplexed, “Hey, uh you wanna go swim?” he asked slyly, playing with his nose, Art tried his best not to smile at the lack of subtlety the boy possessed, “Maybe later,” regretting every word that slipped his lip. “Oh, okay” muttering with a sad expression on his face, disappearing, “I’m okay in here dear go check on Tai, he seems down,” she took the eggs from him, “You sure?”, “I’m sure,” giving his arm a gentle, playful push. Slowly he made his way to the living room, he could hear noise from the t.v, and sure enough, there Tai was, sat on the sofa watching a nature program about ants. Tai turned to inspect his visitor, but when he saw it was Art he quickly scowled, diverting his attention back to the show. ‘Ah fuck… he’s mad at me’ he rubbed the back of his head and moved towards the sofa, taking a seat next to his small, angry cousin. “What are you watching?” he inquired, to no avail. Tai ignored his question completely. “You like ants?” he made no response but shifted away slightly, a sure sign of ‘Leave Me Alone!” if ever he’d seen one. Moving closer to Tai, he leaned in, “You mad at me?” despite it being obvious… Tai nodded, “You still want to go swimming?” surprisingly, he shook his head. The whole situation was more severe than he thought. Art wrapped his arms around the boy, who almost jumped out of his skin, “Well, I’m not letting go until you forgive me so..” Tai tried to push him off and started to laugh, but quickly remembered he was still angry, “Stop!” he scolded “You kept ignoring me! Why should I forgive you” his voice croaked a little and his eyes became glossy, on the verge of tears. “I didn’t mean to make you upset,” whispering as his arms pulled him into a close embrace, leaning back into the sofa Tai gave in to the hug, “Why didn’t you wanna do anything with me?”, “I did, I do. It’s just complicated… I can’t explain,” a short silence fluttered between them, for several minutes, neither one knew what to say to the other. Olivia howled from the kitchen, “Tai, you need to get ready, your tutor is on her way!” it startled them both, Tai, more so. Art was confused as to why a tutor would be working on a Sunday of all days, in his own little world of trying to aimlessly answer a pointless question he wasn’t paying attention to his surroundings, it was a blur, a shadow at the corner of his eye, faster than he could blink. Pushing himself up Tai turned to face Art, quickly kissing him on the cheek istanbul travesti then running around the corner and up the stairs! For the second time today, Tai had stunned him, and for the second time today, he had left him sporting a solid boner, “Shit!” he cursed, trying to tuck his erection in his waistband. Standing up showed it was still quite noticeable. The only option was to stay seated for a while. It must have been ten minutes since it started, but it was finally soft enough to move. As he stood up, Tai popped around the corner with a devious smile on his face, almost a sense of accomplishment. Finding it hard to find his voice, Art wanted to ask why, but nothing came out and the opportunity passed by as the door-bell rang. Olivia went to greet the person on the other side. Tai put a finger to his lips and signed Art to keep hush. A young woman, early twenties entered the living room and placed her hands on Tai’s shoulders giving pleasantries. ‘This is the tutor? A bit young to teach…’ he judged, putting his hand up and giving a half-assed wave, “Shall we get started?” she calmly suggested walking through the living-room into Mateo’s study, young Tai followed, grabbing ahold of Art’s hand as he passed by, “Come on,” a gentle command. “What the fuck is happening..’ It’s the only thing that kept encircling his mind as he watched his cousin, sitting a few feet away, undergoing tuition on the life and death of an old poet that seemed a tad morbid for an 8-year-old. However, he looked infatuated. “Dante’s Hell revolutionized the very idea of hell,” she pinned a picture of a famous painting depicting Dante standing between the mountain of Purgatory, and the city of Florence. “In The Divine Comedy, When Lucifer fell from Heaven his impact created Hell, but it also displaced the land on the opposite side of the Earth. Creating, Mount Purgatory. Divided into three categories; corrupted love that caused harm, Pride, Envy, Anger. Deficient love, Sloth, and excessive love of good things, Greed, Gluttony, Lust. Where Hell was the domain for the punishment of sin and expelled downwards, Purgatory was the spiraling staircase of atoning for your sins. At the top is the garden of Eden where those who have atoned may enter Heaven.” She trailed off onto her interpretations of Dante’s works and what they meant to her, Tai was happily taking notes, asking questions, it wasn’t any surprise that this kid was as smart as he was, yearning for this women’s knowledge. After a good two hours of discussions, and reading, Elena, the tutor, packed her things and turned to her young student, “I want you to read this, and next week you can recite your favourite parts and the reasons why you like them,” ruffling his hair they both left the study towards the front door. Art slowly followed suit. Olivia came out of nowhere to thank Elena for the trouble and seeing her out. “Did you both enjoy the lesson?” she wondered, wrapping her arms around the two and herding them into the kitchen. “I liked it, but it was kinda sad,” Tai spoke and then ran to take his seat at the table. “Sad? What was the lesson about?” looking over at Art for a more informative response, “It was about a poet who was exiled, from his home, but it was interesting,” he moved to his place next to Tai, who greeted his presence with the most wholesome smile. Olivia placed sandwiches in front of both boys, “Cheese ‘n pickle. We’ll be having a Sunday roast later,” she looked towards Tai, “Your dad will be home early, for a change,” he started fidgetting in his chair, his legs swaying back and forth, “Okay,” he responded. She left them both alone and made her way outside to sit beside the pool, indulging in the book she had been reading the previous day. Three o’clock came around, Art was in the living-room watching JoJo’s Bizarre Adventure on Netflix, Tai had gone off to do homework in his bedroom not long after their sandwiches. Olivia came around the corner, “I’m just heading to the shops, I won’t be long,” she moved the hair out from his eyes and then left the house. Tai rushed down the stairs kadıköy travesti and stood against the sofa arm, “Where’s mom?”. “She’s just gone to the shops,” as he stated, Tai began playing with Art’s hair, “Oh,” he commonly uttered. It made him laugh a little at how random this boy was sometimes. “What are you doing?” quizzing as he looked at his tormentor, the sudden realization that the boy was topless made him quickly snap his head forward. Prolonged visuals of Tai’s body would surely make things more than awkward in his lower regions. “Your hair is longer than mine, feels weird,” he walked around, and then slumped himself next to Art, who tried his best to stay focused on the program, “Did you finish your homework?” “Yeah, didn’t have a lot,” he gave a quiet yawn and moved his petit frame to layover Art’s legs. His head resting on the sofa arm, “What’s this?” pointing at the t.v, “It’s called JoJo’s Bizarre Adventure, you might like it,” Art closed his eyes, briefly, trying desperately to quell his rising feelings. Art moved his right arm and placed it over Tai’s waist. Tai turned his body so that he was resting on his back, but kept his head facing the t.v. He grabbed Art’s hand and started playing with his fingers every now and then, glancing down at what he was doing. Only a few minutes in, Art was finding this finger playing quite therapeutic he even joined in, which made Tai giggle quite a bit. Tai moved his kin’s hand up to his chest and propelled his hand away. Art then had flashbacks to the car this morning, ‘Does he want me to play with his nipple again?’ he questioned himself, and at the same time, instinctively? A finger moved over the cute little bump, Tai’s reaction was large in-breath and slightly pushing his chest out. Any self-control he had, was lost. The erection he had tried his best to subdue came to full fruition, no doubt poking poor Tai in the back. His thumb and index finger gently squeezed and pulled on his nipple. Tai let out a quiet moan and turned his head to look at Art. His freckles almost glistened in the light and showed more prominently when he blushed. Art stared back into his big brown eyes. It was then that he understood all of this. He had been here less than two days, yet he felt a bond with Tai like nothing he had experienced before. He cupped the small, tanned face, brushing his thumb across the soft, moist lips that called out to him, yearning for affection. Art started to lean forward. It felt like he had lost all control. His body was reacting to the moment. Tai turned towards Art, extending an arm to grasp his right shoulder, pulling himself up and at the same time pulling Art closer until their lips touched, and there it was, the thing most people talk about, a burst of energy shot through his body, sparks, they were sparks! At some point, he had closed his eyes, the kiss may have only last a few seconds, yet it felt so much longer. Tai still had his eyes closed when Art opened his. It looked as though he was dreaming. When he finally opened his eyes, that angelic dimpled smile enveloped his face, “I love your mischievous smile,” Art complimented just before he leaned in and kissing him once more, Tai closed his eyes and reciprocated the kiss. As both sets of lips parted, their foreheads connected, “Did you like it?” Tai wondered, and Art thought about his response, settling on the ‘Actions speak louder than words.’ approach, he pecked at Tai’s lips furthermore, a long deep kiss, “Maybe,” he joked. Tai laid back down, “Look!” fidgeting with his shorts, he lifted them to reveal his small hard dick, laughing as he did so, with repressed embarrassment. “Dude!” his jaw dropped, but unable to look away. Uncut, about two and a half inches long, “Is your’s like this?” he moved beside Art sitting on his knees, “Uhm, yeah,” he suddenly became real shy at the question, “Can I see?” Art paused for a moment and then nodded. He slowly lifted his shorts for his dick to spring out, uncut standing tall at seven inches, looking at Tai, who was full of glee, “Can I touch it?” before he could answer, bakırköy travesti there were sounds of a car pulling up outside, Olivia was back! Art panicked, shoving his stiff rod into his waistband, curling his legs up. Tai jumped on the floor in front of him and pretended to watch the t.v. As the front door opened Olivia, called out, “I’m home,” she placed some bags in the kitchen and then made her way to the boy’s, “Everything okay? Glad to see the house is still standing,” laughing at her joke, “Dinner will be ready shortly,” 2hrs passed uneventful as Art, and Tai, kept their distance while Olivia was moving around and making the dinner. Tai shot his cute little boy smiles at Art every so often, cute but with a subtle twist of mischievousness. Mateo arrived home early and started helping Olivia prep the dining-table. Both boys were summoned to the table, and both boys sat together. Most of the conversation was between Olivia and Mateo, stuff to do with work and friends, wildly boring. Art, although physically in the room, mentally was elsewhere. Thinking about everything that just happened between himself and Tai, the electricity that sparked between their lips from their first kiss, seeing his younger cousins cute, chubbed-up dick. Fucking marvelous! In all his thoughts, he had involuntarily sprouted his own erection, and it appeared to go unnoticed. As his face went a lighter shade of red, he felt a gentle hand on his leg, Tai’s hand. The tanned boy smiled and went back to eating as though everything was normal. ‘Is this normal?’ the question paced through his mind until he heard his name, “Art? Everything okay, dear?” Olivia quizzed, “Uh, yeah, sorry. Just tired,” he was kind of tired in truth, and despite all eyes on him, he moved his right hand under the table and grabbed ahold of Tai’s, gripping it tightly, but with care. There was little risk of being seen given both adults were sat opposite, even so, what is wrong with two cousins holding hands? If anything, it should be encouraged! Art laughed to himself, and the fear of being caught lessened. When everyone finished eating, all thanks and praise was awarded to Olivia, and she glowed when receiving the appreciation. All persons retreated to the living-room; it might have been a Sunday dinner, but it was far too late for it to be a dinner. It was movie time, Mateo was the man of the house, so it was his choice, and he chose an old movie called ‘Leon The Professional’, Art and Tai had no idea what the movie was about, so when the action started, both boys were shocked by such violence. Around halfway through the movie, Art looked over at Tai, who kept fading in and out of a sleep state, hilarious to witness his head slowly lower to his chest and then shoot back up. He got up and looked at Olivia, “I think I should take him to bed,” he suggested and pointed at Tai. Olivia chuckled, “Thank you, honey,” he struggled to lift the boy, Tai’s legs instinctively wrapped around Art’s waist, and his head rested on his shoulder. He waved goodnight and headed upstairs, and with both hands suspiciously close to Tai’s butt. He reached the bedroom, the door was left open, thankfully, and approached the bed, ‘Now for the tricky part’. Keeping a hand on the back of Tai’s head, he lowered him gently, standing back when the task was complete, proud of himself. Art took the time to close the bedroom door and turn the fan on, letting out a sigh of relief as the cool air caressed his skin. He sat beside a sleeping Tai, and brushed his fingers softly down the side of his face, catching beads of sweat. With no hesitation, he grabbed the waistband of the boy’s shorts, sliding them down and off, with not so much as a stir from Tai. ‘These robin blue boxers really do look great on him.’ He took a moment, a very long moment, to marvel at these marbled sculptured, tanned boy legs. It was hard not to touch such perfection, but he didn’t want to wake the sleeping beauty. Instead, he undressed down to his boxers, and laid beside him, giving himself a few moments to take in this astonishing sight, then leaned forward and kissed young Tai on the forehead. “Tomorrow will be a good day,” he whispered. THANKS FOR READING!! It has been a while, Covid is a cunt… Hope you’re all doing well in these trying times, much love. Let me know your thoughts on this ail

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