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Subject: Enemy of The Architect, Chapter Four, (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 KichirouItoZero@ Enemy of The Architect by Kichirou Chapter 4 *Chirp chirp chirp* Artarion stretched his body but refused to fully wake up. Birds are singing, and the sun, shining. This morning couldn’t be better. He was drifting off when he felt a warm, soft touch on his stomach. The boy’s awake. Refraining from opening his eyes, Art played possum, not entirely sure why since all he truly wanted to do was wrap his arms around the boy and kiss his freckled face. Tai’s hand continued its examination, tracing the area around Art’s belly button before slowly encircling his right nipple. The memories of the previous day flooded his mind of when they were in the car. ‘No, no, no!’ With Tai softly titillating his nipple and the more than pleasant flashbacks, little Art was starting to wake up, and after another warm night, there are no covers to hide the evidence. It wasn’t long at all until he heard lil’ Tai giggle, persuading him to close his eyes tighter out of embarrassment. He felt Tai flop back down beside him, ruffling about, and then stillness, but the curiosity got too much as Art slowly opened up his eyes, a moment with which you could probably sense his eyes dilate at what he saw. The rascal had shimmied his underwear down to his knees, exposing his precious erection, exploring himself. His tiny boy’s finger’s tugging gently at an underdeveloped scrotum and then pulling back a tight foreskin to reveal the cutest pink head. Tai eventually noticed he was being observed and gave a sheepish smile, turning his body towards Art and burying his face in his hands, pretending to be the shy little boy. The “shy” act didn’t last long, and without hesitation, went back to playfully kneading his nipple. Art closed his eyes to enjoy the situation for as long as possible; in truth, however, was that he was extremely nerve wreck, despite everything that had happened up to this point. The idea that an eight-year-old boy was more confident and willing than he was was infuriating. Everything was dark, but he could hear light snoring. His eyes shot open as he came to realize he’d fallen asleep. It couldn’t have been more than five or ten minutes before Tai had also fallen asleep, the boy’s finger’s still resting on his nipple, underwear around his knees. Art could feel the pressure build every second that he remained fixated on Tai’s no-no square. His right arm divinely pinned against Tai’s body, his hand so very close to its mark. ‘Just do it!’ his inner thoughts wanted the same thing for once. Usually, it was just self-deprecating insults.. Art stretched his arm, slowly making extra care not to wake Tai, whose face was resting on his shoulder, dribbling too now that he focused closer, ‘Fuck, even that’s cute..’ His fingers uncurled, and the tip of his middle finger made the first contact, brushing against the foreskin. He tried stretching to be able to explore further. Each finger glided into place, shakily touching a heated, smooth ball sack, and then focusing on the shaft, tenderly pulling the foreskin back and forth, every pump encouraged it to grow larger. It was now the third day of arrival, and the moment he set eyes on Tai, he was ready to bust a nut, but this was the limit, his breaking point. He eagerly freed his pulsing cock from the slit in his boxers, using his left hand to slowly work his shaft, his right hand gently working Tai’s. Closing his eyes, he filtered back to last night when they both kissed for the first time, feeling the heat from between their lips.. As he imagined their kiss, he bit his lower lip, releasing a quiet moan, looking down at how wet with pre-cum he had become. He’d never been this turned on before. The pounding in his chest vibrated throughout his body, istanbul travesti even more so when he looked at Tai, and he was staring back, blushed, freckled cheeks. It did nothing to deter his actions, If anything, it increased his determination. Both boys kept their eyes fixed on one another. Art’s meat beating hastened, his right hand massaged Tai without objection. A finger passed by his scrotum and between his voluptuous cheeks, glancing,’ the hole’ Tai gasped as his eyes grew wide, breaking eye contact for a moment to look down trying to figure out what he just felt, and then back at Art with his mouth open. Art took it as a sure sign to continue, timidly tracing over his pink flower, feeling it tense, and Tai letting out more audible gasps he could feel himself getting closer to the PNR. He rolled onto his right side, their heads pressed against each other, “Thiago,” he whimpered but promptly silenced as Tai kissed him and continued to kiss him until Art broke the moment. “I.. I’m gonna cum,” he re-engaged the lip dance for the last few seconds, then muffled moans as his balls tightened and pulsated, the hot streams of cum jettisoned plastering young Tai’s stomach, chest, and neck. “Fuuuuuuck… I’m sorry bro,” he muttered, reassured all was fine when Tai started giggling. “What is this stuff?” he was considerably intrigued, the only thing that ever came out of his penis was pee, but this substance was.. thick, warm, and sticky. It was all the more surprising when he webbed the jizz between the tips of his index and thumb, “It’s called cum. It happens when you get older. It’s what guys use to make babies with women,” Art informed, moving his arm under Tai’s head and using the moment to stroke his hair. “Eww! Haha,” Tai’s thoughts trailed off. He sniffed his fingers, a strange smell, potent. Art squinted his eyes, attempting to make out the time from the clock. It was still early, around quarter to 7, plenty of time before they had to get up for breakfast. Tai continued to play with the cum on his torso, easily entertained at least. He pulled Tai onto him and laid flat, “We both sticky!” Tai laughed, draping his arm and leg over his cousin’s body, relaxing his head on his chest, “My ghost boy,” he gently whispered, kissed the top of his head. Just over an hour passed by, Tai had drifted off again, light snoring, the odd twitch, and delightful drooling. It was enough to make sure Art stayed awake, not that it disturbed him. He didn’t want to miss a single moment. A couple of taps at the door scared him half to death, and the moment was ruined as he scrambled to pull the covers over both their naked bodies, subsequently forcing young Tai to wake up. Art settled, facing away from Tai as the door opened and Mateo walked in, “Wakey wakey, niños. Breakfast is waiting.” He leaned in, and over Art, to plant a kiss on Tai’s head. It was an utter shock when he then kissed Art on his head and brushing a hand through his hair, “Come,” and then he was gone. A pounding heart and a hard cock, that’s what he was left with, it surprised even him at such an outcome. Maybe it was the intimidation of size and authority, that got him aroused, or that he finally had a father figure in his life and he felt accepted, who knows. Lost in thought, he was taken by surprise a second time when he was suddenly pushed out of bed and onto the floor, “Oww!” he cried, glaring at the apparent culprit. Tai was sat up, trying his utmost best to contain his laughter. Art was by no means hurt, so it was relatively easy for him to forgive the satanic child, more so as the boy crawled to the edge of the bed and then playfully leaping on top of him. It was all worth it when he realized Tai was stark bollock naked, hard as a rock. The young Spaniard rested his head on Art’s chest, eyes closed with heavy breaths, draping two slender arms over his shoulders, yawning. “You can’t go back to sleep Tai, we need to get breakfast and…” “Will you come with us today? To moms work, I hate being there on my own,” he rolled off and sat cross-legged on the floor, Art stood up and kadıköy travesti stretched, looking for something fresh to wear. “I can’t buddy, I have to start working on the garden,” there was a sudden sadness that covered Tai’s face like a veil, he said nothing in response and moved to the bathroom to clean up, Art continued to dress, then made his way down to the kitchen. Mateo and Olivia were sat at the table chatting when he walked in, both said their good mornings and politely left him to eat before engaging him in direct conversation. “Hopefully you’re well-rested you’ve got a lot of work to do today,” Olivia started joking, as usual, Mateo chuckled drinking his coffee. “I’m good, it’s going to be a long day for sure,” the weekend was fun, but now he had hard labour for the rest of the week, what a drag… Tai entered the kitchen and grabbed a bite to eat, “Oh that reminds me, Thiago,” she called for his attention, “I’ve arranged for you to stay at Filip’s home for the week, shared tutoring. I have a lot of orders to fill at the shop so I need to be focused, it’ll also be easier for your cousin to be more focused on working on the garden,” she stated, Art wanted to interject, to tell her that he didn’t mind looking after his beautiful little cousin, but before he could muster up the will to speak she was up, ushering poor Tai out of the house. The boy looked back at Art, with unbearable sadness. Mateo stood up, “He looks sad, but he’ll be fine. Don’t work too hard,” he squeezed Art’s shoulder before leaving the house, leaving poor Art on his own. The day dragged on, and the heat was a killer, it had him back and forth from the house getting refills of water. He hadn’t done much the whole afternoon, lifted some old flagstones, removing turf, moving materials closer to the work area, yet he felt hindered by the thought of not getting to see Tai for the rest of the week, it was going to be a pretty shit week, he could feel it. As the day pressed on he called it quits around 3 pm, there wasn’t much he wanted to do, plus it felt like a subtle act of defiance for taking Tai away from him, the thought made him laugh at least. Olivia must have been telling the truth about being swamped, she should have been home two hours ago, it wouldn’t have been fair on Tai to be stuck there that long now that he thought about it. He decided to take a shower, wash off the dirt, sweat, and loneliness, hopefully… After the shower, he still felt an emptiness. He checked his phone, a few missed calls from his mom, many messages from her too, and his friends back home he missed them just as much, and an unknown number, as he opened the text he was beyond surprised, it was from Tai! He didn’t even know he had a phone, reading on it explained it was only for emergencies, basically any time his parents weren’t with him. He had asked his mom, Olivia, for the number, which was the cutest thing ever! The emptiness was gone, he still felt alone, but the joy had returned. A smile beamed across his face as he laid on the bed and let out a loving sigh. He was quickly brought back to the present when the front door slammed shut, making his way to the top of the stairs he was greeted by Olivia’s return, she looked tired, “Everything okay?” he asked, she massaged her neck, “Why do people want so many flowers this time of year, stressful,” she disappeared into the living room, “I’ll be ordering food tonight, I hope you don’t mind,” it wasn’t really up for it’s not like he could say `No bitch, I want proper food!’, “Yeah that sounds good,” was his more reasonable response. Looking back at the phone he eagerly replied to his younger cousin, ::I hope you’re having fun at your friend’s house, tired from working. Your mom is ordering food tonight, wissh you were here…:: Mateo arrived home around 7 pm, and the takeaway was ordered near half past, arriving just before half eight. The night was pretty chill, Olivia was dead set on watching American Horror Story, Art didn’t mind, it was pretty good, plus he was more into eating his Rogan Josh, mild, the spiciness was not his thing, bakırköy travesti and to top of the night his phone vibrated. There was no doubt ever since he texted Tai he had been waiting in anticipation. He flicked the message open, ::That’s unfair! Can u tell my mom I want to come home I dont wanna b here =(:: he felt his heart sink, poor Tai, feels like he’s missing out, and forced to be away from home, cruel. Half nine came by in a flash, Mateo and Olivia said their goodnights and wandered off to bed. Art had more garden crap to do in the morning so he thought it best to follow their suit and go to bed. Sitting on the bed caused images of Tai to plaster his mind, he flopped onto his side in defeat, inhaling the pillow young Tai had used not 24hrs ago, absolute bliss. He opens the phone and started replying to the previous message, ::I’m sorry lil’ ghost, I don’t think she’ll change her mind, shes real busy with work:: it was painful for him to send it, and not being able to save his boy. Sleep called for Art, and it wasn’t long before he was in dreamland. Sleeping like a baby right up until 8 am came by, and ultimately the day was going to carry out the same as yesterday, long, tiring, and without Tai. He reluctantly got up, washed, and dressed, but by the time he got downstairs Olivia and Mateo were both gone, and the next three days were just like that, he’d finish his work, the elders would come home late, they’d eat something easy and then go to bed. Now and then he’d check his phone for signs of Tai, but after his last text, nothing. Friday afternoon arrived, Olivia was home by three and looking less exhausted, she didn’t waste any time and was in the kitchen making some grub for later. Art was resting by the pool taking in the sun, the weekend meant no more work and plenty of rest, those were his last thoughts as he drifted off. It was Mateo of all people that woke him up with a shake of a shoulder, “Thiago’s home, go say hi,” he moved back inside, ‘Well that wasn’t weird..’ Mateo was a strange one he thought, but right, he should go welcome Tai home. He consciously moved as “normal” as he could, but he wanted to run at him so badly. When he got to the living room Tai was slumped into the sofa, Mateo was stood in front of him, arms crossed, “He refuses to talk, mad about being sent to his friends home, you try,” he shook his head and retreated to his study. “Hey, Tai,” silence, no movement, “What’s wrong, Ghost?” he asked sitting on the sofa arm, “You got rid of me cos you think I’m annoying…” he muttered with aggression, quickly trying to wipe away a tear rolling down his face, “No, why would you think that?” the fact that Tai felt that way almost made him cry, and Art wasn’t exactly Mr emotional, this boy affected him differently… Tai stopped wiping the tears, they were relentless, but it didn’t stop Art from tracing a thumb over his cheek, Tai looked up with visible confusion, conflicted by his anger, “You don’t think I’m annoying?” he inquired, looking into Art’s eyes, “Dude, I’ve missed you like crazy. Honestly I was kinda mad they sent you away,” there was a short pause, “Do I need to tickle you? Cos I won’t stop until you pee yourself this time,” he playfully punched Tai’s cheek getting a beautiful boy’s. He Slid down next to the giggling lil’ boy placing an arm around his shoulder and pulling him in close, “Try not to be so mad at your parents. Your mom had a lot of work to deal with,” Tai reluctantly nodded, resting his head on Art’s shoulder. A few minutes passed when Art felt something touch his neck, and again.. it was warm and wet? “Are you licking my neck?” followed by the infamous giggle. Art looked down, not surprised, more thankful that Tai wanted to do it. Everything was something of a blur, as though he blacked out for a millisecond, his and Tai’s lips entwined, pure passion. He slowly pulled away, hating himself for such an act, discerninthis remained the least suitable time, or place, not with Mateo in the study, Tai looked disappointed, “Later?” he asked, “Later,” Art reassured. THANKS FOR READING!! Not sure wher to go next with this, in desperate need of ideas, please help! A reader did grace with an idea about adding Mateo into the mix, I have been thinking alot about it, let me know how you all feel about it, and let me know your thoughts on this ail

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