Date: Tue, 1 Mar 2016 18:21:46
From: charlie.fenderson <charlie.fenderson@o2.pl>
Subject: Moving too Fast

Disclaimer: this story is based purely on my fantasy. No character is based
on a real, living or dead, person. This story will include explicit scenes
of sex between consenting adults from the different sides of the same
family. If this topic disturbs you, please do not read any further

Author's note: This is my first shot at incest story. I felt quite unsure
while writing it, so please, send me your feedback and thoughts on the
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Moving too Fast

Ending credits of the movie just rolled over. Tom's arm was raising and
lowering along with Mark's chest. He chuckled. His cousin wasn't gifted
with concentration that could last until the end of a movie. Once they
settled on the sofa in their living room, he would first scratch his own
belly absently, and then after a while fall dead asleep. Thomas didn't mind
though. Even when asleep, his cousin was useful as a human-sized heated
pillow, that he could snuggle into while watching. But after the movie was
over, he was obviously bored, so he wiggled out from under his cousin's arm
and blown into his ear. Mark shuddered, then grunted and looked at him with
resentment.

"Why the fuck did you do that?" - he said, furrowing his eyebrows at
him. Like his hair, they were dark brown.

"You have to stop acting so hilariously and then maybe I will stop doing
it. - Thomas smiled and hugged him a bit tighter - There, there, don't be
mad, Teddybear."

"I'm not mad. I was fucking asleep. And now I'm horny."

"God, I love renting flat together!" - said Tom and got on top of his
cousin. Being twenty six, Mark was the older one. Exactly seven years
older. And yet Tom was the one in charge. Actually this was the case ever
since they met. He ran his hands up and down Mark's t-shirt clad torso and
exhaled deeply. His heart always pounded harder, when they were getting
nasty. Mark's theory, as to why the excitement was still there, was that
the usual erotic pleasure was enriched by the thrill of incestuous
relationship. Tom's theory was that his lover was fucking hot.



Still straddling him, he bent down, and kissed full red lips. Tom loved
biting on them and sucking them even more than french kissing, so it was
looking more like fight then love-making. Two months ago, during especially
intense session he bit down so hard, that he cut Mark's lower lip. He knew
back then, that he'll always remember salty and metallic taste of blood and
Mark's reaction. He wasn't angry or shocked. He just smiled, and said that
now that they shared the blood, they were real brothers.

Mark squeezed his left arm tightly and with the other hand, pressed Tom's
head closer. Their noses pressed together and they both chuckled softly.

"Your nose is like a damn Mount Everest!" - Mark complained, before his
voice was muffled by Thomas' tongue.

"And yours looks like a pig's snout." - replied Tom, and kissed the object
of his insult.

He felt Mark's swift fingers undoing buttons of his checked shirt. Mark was
a bit on a chubby side, so he always enjoyed looking at his six pack and
chest. While removing his shirt, Tom made a show, flexing and relaxing his
muscles. Mark's eyes were shining like silver dollars. He sat up, supported
Tom's butt with his groping hand and kissed his cousin's nipple, locking
his blue eyes with him. When he started sucking and tonguing it, Tom let
out a moan. He tilted back his head, staring on the white ceiling over
their heads, and then closing his eyes. That way his other senses became
sharper. He felt Mark's cold fingers rubbing his belly, and his hair
tickling his chest. Mark's breath was hot and heavy. His other hand was
sneaky and got under Tom's boxers, which allowed his cousin to knead his
buttcheeks. He in turn, touched Mark's face, then traced his fingers down
his neck and felt the fabric of the t-shirt.

"Why are you still dressed, asshole?!  You get to touch my butt, and I
can't even feel your arms?"

Without waiting for his reply, Tom reached down, and took the t-shirt off
and tossed it on the floor. Mark's skin was white as a sail and as soft as
a feather. On his chest there were a dust of red hair, that narrowed down
into a trail that lead to a treasure hidden in his pants. Thomas reached
down and squeezed his cousin's growing package and he returned the
gesture. Thomas picked himself up, so that his crotch was on the level with
Mark's mouth. They exchanged loving glance, as Tom unfastened his belt and
buttons in his pants. Mark pulled them down and started nibbling on Tom's
dick through the fabric of the boxers.

"You have to take those off, you tool." - chuckled Tom.

"Don't tell me how to live my life." - growled Mark. His voice was muffled,
as he didn't bother to interrupt the caress.

"Do it now!"

"I'd like to see what you gonna do to make me do it."

"I'll take them off myself! - said Thomas, and did it so sharply, that his
hard cock slapped Mark on the cheek - This is what you get for not
listening to me!"

"How's that a punishment?" - Mark replied and took Thomas' dick in his
mouth, all the way down to his throat. Younger boy groaned in long awaited
relief. His pleasure intensified when Mark eased two fingers into his
ass. But Mark was lazy, so Tom had to move his hips to both fuck Mark's
mouth and fuck himself on his fingers.

He looked down. Mark's face was flushed red and his eyes were closed. Tom
wasn't even sure if his lover was still awake. This even happened once when
when he was fucking Mark, while lying down on his back. Back then he
noticed it, when Mark didn't react to his orgasm with even slightest
grunt. When confronted about this outrageous behaviour, Mark simply said
that he `Falling asleep is his body reaction to being comfortable.'
Learning from that lesson, Thomas always did something to keep his dear
cousin awake. Right now he retracted almost all of his dick from Mark's
mouth and pushed in really hard, so his blue eyes shot open.

"Wakey-wakey, we're switching positions."

Mark grunted, while Thomas stood up and took off his trousers.

"So, how do we do it today? Missionary perhaps?"

"You wish! On your knees!" - laughed Thomas.

"You got it, Kitten" - replied Mark, assuming the position and supporting
himself on his arms.

Tom walked up to the cupboard. One of the advantages of living with another
gay guy was that they could keep the lube wherever they wanted. He kneeled
behind his cousin and spread some of the gel on his asshole, before
squeezing his dick inside it.

"I'm ready when you're ready." - Tom breathed into Mark's ear.

"Then why aren't you moving-ahhh!"

Tom started pounding him hard, with arms wrapped around his cousins
torso. They kissed, while he pinched Mark's nipple to keep him
conscious. They kneeled together, so he felt sweat dripping from Mark's
back on his chest and belly. He hugged him tighter and snuggled his nose
into Mark's shoulder. He loved how soft and warm his skin felt. Mark was a
bit conscious about hair on his chest and a pot belly he earned while
spending hours just sitting behind the desk, so he always wore a t-shirt,
even to bed. Tom hated it and tried to savor every moment when he could
admire him in all his grandness. They started panting harder, as their
climax approached. Tom freezed for a few seconds as his cum exploded inside
Mark's ass. After they separated, they laid on the couch spooning each
other.

"How did we get so fucking lucky?" - asked Thomas.

"I have met that obtrusive kid and then he forced me to rent a flat with
him..."

"That's not what happened, you walnut! You were desperately looking for a
person you could talk with! It was written all over your face!"

"Talk to you? You were like the angel of death. Want me to remind you?"



SIX MONTHS EARLIER



"Mary, do you take John as your husband?" - asked priest.

"I do." - said Mark's older cousin with tears in her eyes.

"John, do you take Mary as your wife?"

"I do." - answered John seriously and without hesitation.

'Such a shame.' - Mark thought. John was tall, muscular and looked like he
had some distant ancestors in Spain. But there he was, sacrificing himself
willingly at the altar of the marriage.

"Bride and Groom, you have expressed your love to one another through the
commitment and promises you have just made. It is with these in mind that I
pronounce you husband and wife. You may now kiss the Bride." - added
priest, sealing John's doom.

Mark suppressed his yawn. He wasn't too fond of religion, to say the
least. And he despised celebrations and all those meaningless rituals, that
most people viewed as essential to have a good, decent life. For Mark,
decent and good meant as far away from his family as possible, and to be
able to finally act on his feelings. Namely, being with another guy. True
to his nature, he already scanned church for hot guys, but there seemed to
be none. Then again place was heavily crowded, so there was no way to tell
for sure. Thankfully, the service was soon to be over, and then guests
would head to the nearby hotel's restaurant, where wedding reception would
be held.



Once there, they were assigned to their seats besides three long tables
arranged into semicircle. To Mark's dismay, he was seated between his
seventy year old grandfather and thirtyish guy from the other side of the
family. While eating, he was looking around for some sort of eye candy. And
eye candy he got!  The guy that drew his attention, was seated at the table
opposite to his. He was slim, but visibly well-built. His swarthy skin,
dark eyes, and slicked back, jet-black hair gave away his affiliation to
John's side of the family. The guy that appeared to be seventeen, or
eighteen, seemed to be oblivious to the served meals and busy with talking
to dark haired chick, probably his sister or girlfriend. Then he turned his
head and their eyes met for a split second, before Mark's face turned deep
red and he glued his eyes to the plate. After a while the music started and
newlyweds led most of the guests into the dance. Meanwhile Mark poured
himself a glass of wine and pulled out his phone. He knew, that he was
acting pretentious, but he wasn't a dancer and he needed a distraction to
avoid staring at his brand new cousin, as he called him, all the time. He
seemed to be the life of the party, dancing even with Mark's mother and
obviously with the bride. This was making Mark annoyed and for some reason
jealous. And craving for more alcohol.



One and a half bottle of wine later, the inevitable came. He felt rumbling
in his stomach and ran for the bathroom, loosening his tie on the way
there. When he got there, he barely made it to the toilet, before the
stream of vomit flew out of his mouth. He felt tears being forced out of
his eyes as he kept on puking. Then he coughed and and spat out some bile
that was left in his mouth. The bitter aftertaste was however still
present.

"You okay there, man?" - he heard voice behind him.

"Never better." - Mark answered, taking a look at the tie he held in his
left hand. The knot was still intact and thankfully there were no
stains. He didn't expect anyone to notice his nausea, and now that he
turned around, he felt even more ashamed. The one that followed him into
the toilets was the brand new cousin.

"You sure you're fine? I'd wait a few minutes, if I were you."

"No, the smell would make me sick again. - Mark replied, standing up and
flushing the toilet - Anyway, thanks for your concern. I'm gonna be fine
now."

Mark did his best to avoid too much eye contact, as he passed the guy and
walked up to the washbasin and splashed his face with cold water. All the
time he felt brand new's worried look on his nape. After replacing and
adjusting his tie, he left the bathroom.



Back at the table, Mark realised he was almost the only one sitting. He
grabbed the bottle of the coke from the table and poured himself a glass in
hope that it'll wash away the bad taste in his mouth. When he put the
bottle down and sat back, he almost jumped. Brand new was sitting at the
chair on his right. The worried expression was replaced with warm
smile. Mark smiled back weakly, unable to not reciprocate. The guy probably
thought, that since he saw him puking, it automatically made them best
friends.

"Good choice. I've heard it's good for nausea."

"Really? I've heard it's good for shits." - Mark growled back.

"That too. It helps you to calm your stomach in general. By the way, I'm
Tom."

"Mark. Are you some sort of quack doctor?"

"Nah, I'm just resourceful. You learn things, when you live on your own,
right?"

"How should I know? I still live with my folks." -Mark admitted
bitterly. He liked this conversation less and less with every minute.

"Are you serious? You are what, thirty and still living at home?"

"I-am-twenty-six! And while we're at that, since when toddlers are allowed
to live by themselves?"

"They aren't, I'm nineteen! I study medicine, you know?"

"And still not shaving." - Mark chuckled at seeing Tom cover his visibly
smooth cheeks and turn red.

"At least people don't think I'm thirty years old. Is this wine any good?"
- he switched the topic, pointing at the bottle Mark was drinking from
before he felt sick.

"Not really. Why don't you go over to your seat and check out the wine
there? - Mark replied, feeling that he had enough of this character for the
rest of his life. Even if hot, craze was a craze. - You can share it with
your girlfriend."

This made Thomas laugh so hard, that Mark jumped up in his seat out of
bewilderment.

"It was my twin sister, you wallnut!"

"Then go back to your twin sister, and continue having fun!"

"I'm good here."

Mark rolled his eyes in resignation. This was going to be the longest
evening of his life. After a moment of hesitation, he drank remaining coke
down in one. Then he took two glasses and poured them wine.

"So, do you like living with your folks?" - asked Tom shamelessly.

"Would you like it? But I can't even afford to rent a flat."

"It's good that my parents still support me. Paying the rent and a bills
sure is a bitch."

"Cry me a river dude. - Mark scoffed - At least you get the place for
yourself. If I ever wanted to rent a flat, I'd have to get a flatmate."

"Why won't you then?"

"Because at twenty-six you need a bit of privacy. And you don't want to
depend on others."

"But that's basically what you do, when you live with your folks."

Mark sighed. Of course, Tom had a point, but he couldn't possibly
understand...

"Yeah, but at least it's free. I could share a flat only with a-partner." -
Mark stammered. Perhaps he should use `girlfriend' instead, but he
preferred `partner' as it didn't require lying.

"I don't think you'll ever get one." - said Tom with worried look.

"Excuse me? And what makes you such an expert?"

"You're too picky."

"I'm not picky! I'm just waiting for the right one. And once I find them,
we'll rent the flat together."

"Yeah, sure. And what if it's in your destiny to first rent a flat with
them and then fall in love?"

"And what if destiny is a bullshit? I make my own luck."

"Oh really? So why are you still single?"

Mark was flapping his mouth, trying to say something. Meanwhile Tom was
taking a long sip of wine and looking at his interlocutor with raised
eyebrows. Eventually Mark regained his speech.

"I am single and fine with it, thank you very much. I'm not throwing myself
at someone, just to fulfill some sort of societal norm! I want this person
to be special."

"See? You're picky. And what's worse, you're uptight and don't know how to
have fun."

"And what makes you say that, you ungrateful bugger? I'm helping you to
wine, and all I get is judgement."

"Well, you haven't danced even once. And you seem overly serious. And the
wine isn't mine or yours. It's for everyone." - explained Tom
matter-of-factly.

"It's mine by prescription! And just so you know, I'm a very frivolous
person. I know perfectly well how to have fun and I bet I could make you
laugh with just one sentence."

"Ok, shoot."

Mark cleared his throat and straightened himself. Then he licked his lips
and took a deep breath.

"An invisible man marries an invisible woman. The kids were nothing to look
at either." - he said, giggling as he spoke the last word.

"Okay, and?" - Tom narrowed his eyes in anticipation for a punchline.

"And that's it! The kids were invisible too so there was nothing too look
at!"

"Oh. Ha. Ha. You must be so much fun at the parties."

"And yet here you are, having the time of your life."

"That's true actually... Hey, how about renting a flat together?"

Mark was dumbstruck. Could this situation get anymore dumb? Three hours
earlier he dreamed about getting this guys attention and now he was
considering running for his life from the obvious psycho.

"What do you mean?"

"Are you thick? My flatmates stood me up and now my parents have to cover
for all the rent. Your mom told me that you work in the same city where my
university is located. You're cool and I think living with you would be
fun."

"Has anything that I said, penetrated your skull and get into your head? I
said that I don't want flatmates unless they are my partner! And why the
fuck would you ask my mother about me?"

"Oh, just kind of noticed you and got curious. Look, we're getting along,
and you could have as much privacy as you want. I'm at campus almost all
day anyway and I'm not a nosy person."

"Oh yeah, I could see that throughout the evening." - I scoffed.

"Your share would be only 750 bucks."

Mark couldn't help considering it. He could easily afford it and when busy
with his studies, Tom probably wasn't that annoying. Still, sharing a flat
with someone that attractive posed too much threat of being exposed. And
that Mark couldn't afford.

"Listen, thanks for the offer. And for keeping me company and being cool,
but I'm not the guy you're looking for."

"Well, it was worth a try." - Tom smiled weakly and took a sip from his
glass, looking around the room.



The wedding lasted until 3 AM. Mark and Tom spent most of this time getting
to know each other. Most of the time, that is, since Thomas's skills made
him a desired dancing partner. Mark on his part, managed to retain his
dignity and sat through the whole party. Whenever Tom left his side, he
followed his every move on the dancefloor. And once he was back, they were
resuming their conversation. They talked about Mark's work at consulting
company, and Tom's dream to become a surgeon. Mark was expecting that
sooner or later he'll have to listen about his girlfriend, but the topic
never surfaced. He was actually curious, as to why such a sociable person
was attending the wedding alone, but didn't want to appear intrusive.

After the reception, guests that lived in different cities, went upstairs
too the rooms that were rented for them by the hosts. Mark was admitted to
a single room one floor below his parents room. As he discovered, his room
was situated almost door to door with Tom's. As each floor had a shared
bathroom, they spent about fifteen minutes in queue, chatting indolently,
then took their turns in the shower and parted at the door to their
rooms. Falling asleep Mark was smiling, as he made plans of getting Tom's
phone number and inviting him for a beer on some occasion.



They say whatever has been lost will turn up, and so did the wine, that
Mark had been drinking. Sometime in the night he was woken up by a pressure
on his bladder. Half asleep he went to the bathroom and took a leak. Once
he was back in his room, he realised he was hard and his head was starting
to ache from the hangover. Since he read someplace that orgasms can cure
headache, he picked up his phone and found the earphones in his travel
bag. Normally he wouldn't get too fancy, but he suspected that hotel walls
aren't too thick. Back in the bed, he yanked down his boxers, and scrolled
down to find some good porn to jerk off to. He played the video and sunk
into exciting sounds of panting and moaning, all the while stroking
himself.

At some point he brought a hand to his mouth and spat on it to lube his
dick. However, before he managed to reach back, his cock was surrounded
with moisture and warmth. At first he closed his eyes and grunted in
satisfaction, but then it struck him. Someone was giving him head without
his consent, or rather without letting him know. Mark uncovered the bed and
used his phone to shed a light on a culprit. He saw a bobbing head of black
hair and two beefy arms. It was Thomas. He quickly pulled earphones from
his ears and sat up.

"Wait! Hey! What the shit, Tom?"

"I'm reopening my offer. And this time I don't take no for an answer."

"But what the hell are you doing? You can't just barge in and suck
someone's dick! You didn't even asked me if I want it."

"I thought you liked me. You were staring at me all the evening." - he said
never letting go of Mark's dick. Actually he began to make small movements
with his hand, which made focusing a bit more difficult.

"So, you're trying to say that you are gay?"

"Yeah, kind of. Haven't it occurred to you that it was the reason why I
talked to you?"

"I thought that it was just out of the pity."

"Are you serious? You are a grown-up guy, I imagine you can take care of
yourself. But since I liked you, I decided to step in. Is it bad that I
did?"

"No. Of course not. - I laughed at ridiculousness of the situation - But I
don't want you sucking my dick just to get me to like you. It's just too
sad to see."

"But I'm not doing it because I want you to like me. I know you do. It's
just that I like you and I want to show you how much fun we could have
together."

Mark was stunned. Why would guy like Tom even be interested in him? With
his looks he could easily post an ad and get any gay guy to live with
him. What was making Mark so special?

"Yeah, but why me of all people?"

"I just like teddy bears like you. - he replied, smiling viciously -
Nothing wrong with that, is it?"

"One thing that's wrong is this nickname." - Mark grunted.

"You'll get used to it. And you can make up a nickname for me too."

Mark thought for a moment, while staring at his urchin eyes and tempting
smile.

"If you want to play together, kitten, let's play together. Come over
here."

"Rawr!" - replied Thomas and plunged himself on top of him, sneaking his
arms under Mark's back.

They shared a deep, yet sloppy kiss. None of the two knew that it was the
other's first kiss but they both knew that they'll remember it
forever. Mark, because of the taste of precum he felt on his partner's
tongue. Thomas, because he fell in love with Mark just few hours ago, but
didn't reveal it since he didn't want to sound weird.

They turned on their sides and grabbed each other's dicks. Mark was
surprised to find out that even though seven years younger, Thomas was much
better endowed than himself. This made him question his pride in his
six-incher, and shudder in excitement. As a bottom he wanted nothing
more. He broke the kiss and slid his mouth down to explore his lover's
body. The skin on his neck felt smooth and warm, his pecs were bulbous and
crowned with two hard nipples that were fun to play with and savoury in
taste. His abs were well-defined and hard as rock. Tom's hands massaged
Mark's arms as he was purring silently, but then Mark was out of his reach,
as his face came to level with Tom's cock.

"Not fair! I wanna play too!" - whispered Tom.

Mark sighed and motioned his body, so that they could do a sixty-nine
position. Mark watched in disbelief as his cockhead disappeared between
Thomas's pouty lips. Then he licked the underside of his cousin's cyclops
only to discover that his balls were clean shaven.  He licked them and
sensed menthol. Then took one in his mouth, sucked on it and let it out
with obscene pop, for which he was rewarded by Tom clawing at his
butt. Mark then took his cockhead in the mouth and tasted it for the first
time before going further and adding some suction. Thomas on his part
swallowed him apparently as Mark felt his nose against his
balls. Unwittingly they moved closer together, so Mark's belly was rubbing
against Tom's chest which sent even more ecstatic impulses to their
heads. Mark wrapped his thighs around Tom's head and started gently humping
his mouth, never forgetting about Tom's shaft on his tongue. Smoothly he
was driven into a tender, yet mind-shattering climax. Mark knew that it was
the feeling of sharing it with someone else that made it so powerful.

"Now it's your turn, kitten."

After few seconds of rest he repositioned himself, so that he was laying
between Tom's legs. He grabbed his muscular thighs and after he locked eyes
with his cousin, he took the rock hard member into his mouth. He bobbed his
head up and down, while feeling that Tom's muscles are tensing.  His
cousin's chest was rising and falling and his mouth were gaping. But he
neither looked away nor closed his eyes. Their souls were connected, when
spurts of seed traveled down the Mark's throat.



The boys cuddled and covered themselves with a duvet. They couldn't stay
like this, they both knew. But for a few minutes while they shared hugs and
kisses, they wanted to pretend that this Neverland could become a reality.

"So, are you interested in moving in with me?" - asked Thomas in a soft
voice.

"Of course, you wallnut." - chuckled Mark and gave him one more peck on his
lips - But tell me, why did your flatmates leave?"

"They weren't gay, and I found out the hard way. That's why I was on a
lookout for someone really nice."

"You must have pretty low standards then."

"They're good enough for me, thank you very much. Now shut up and kiss me
once more before I have to leave."


THE END


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