Chapter 1 — Moving Day (Sunday)
It was moving day at last. I’d been so amped since my acceptance to university and with my Aunt and Uncles generous offer to stay with them for my first year life was looking good. Growing up in a large, close-knit Catholic family I had many aunts, uncles, cousins and I knew them all pretty well. But I was always closest with my Aunt Mira and Uncle Carl’s family. My brother was the same age as Josh and being just one year younger than Claire they were inseparable at family affairs. Being just a few months older than the twins Mark and Paul we were thick as thieves at all events and often spent weekends together despite living in different cities. Lacey being over one year younger than me would often tag along in our hijinks albeit quietly. She always came across as older than she was and could integrate with anyone.
From a young age I’d always acknowledged the beauty of my cousins both from within and from their physical features. Maybe some part of me from the Catholic upbringing felt I was inappropriate or ‘wrong’ in my attractions to them, but I’d accepted who I was a long time ago. Besides, if I never acted on anything what was the harm in appreciating them for their company and their visual appeal? Hence my excitement in spending a year living with them, getting to know them better and having a blast by the pool. This was why I was moving in late July instead of late August just before school. Might as well have a social vacation before moving onto the next stage of my life with some of my favourite people.
It was obvious my mum was upset that I was moving away and moving on from our hometown. My dad was too I think, in his own way. But my brother and sister had been out and gone almost two years already, so they had some experience internalizing their struggles.
“Jacob, your father needs your help with the tie downs.” My mother yelled at me from the bottom of the stairs. We’d never had a lot of money growing up and I’d had to save and work towards university mostly on my own. I didn’t do a great job of it because I liked doing social things with my friends and wanted to experience as much of life with them as I could before leaving. I even took an extra year in high school for a few upgrades and an opportunity to work one more year. I decided to move light and not spend my money on a Uhaul and just load my dad’s pickup with whatever I’d need to get started.
“Sure thing, I just finished packing up my PC.” An avid gamer, I wouldn’t go anywhere without my rig unless electricity wasn’t available. I lumbered my way awkwardly down the stairs and out the open front door. Dad tossed an eyeroll filled grin my way at lugging my entire PC two hours away, but he’d long since resigned it was my social and often emotional outlet.
“Can I put this behind your seat? I can’t leave it loose or it might get damaged.”
“Sure, I bet we have some bubble wrap, ratchet straps and seat belts to keep it safe too.” He quipped.
“Hey, you have your kids, I have my tech. Choices dad, choices.”
Grunting at my return volley, he nodded for me to hurry up. Buckling the monitor in and tucking the chassis on the floor I made my way to help him with the tie downs.
He stopped a moment and looked at me, “You’re sure about staying with your aunt and uncle? I know you get along with your cousins, but you might learn a little more than you want to about them over an entire year.” He paused thoughtfully. “You know, we could rent you a small apartment in the city…”
I politely smiled, knowing that was not a possibility without some major sacrifices on their part I interjected. “We are already really close, I’m not sure there’s much more I could learn about them!” I’ve never considered myself to be naïve, but that last thing I said to my dad is the silliest thing I have ever said in my life.
My mum came out to death grip hug me one last time. She smiled through a few tears, and I kissed her on the cheek with a return smile, perhaps a little too genuine from my excitement. “I’ll miss you, and I’ll see you guys for the birthday in August.” Nodding, she took a few steps back to the stoop as I joined my dad already in the cab.
The drive was chill. My dad and I chatted a lot about summer plans, his fears of the empty nest and general politics. While we had very different opinions on things, we always kept it civil and informative for each other. The drive flew by and before I knew it, we pulled up to my aunt and Uncles very large driveway and house. Without wanting to look too eager for my dad, I casually meandered my way to untie the straps holding my desk, mattress and bed down.
A large booming voice greeted us, I looked around the side of the truck at the front walkway to see my uncle excitedly hugging my dad. I busied myself while they chatted with each other. I couldn’t hear everything that was said but caught the odd word. A proud man, I’m sure part of my father was distraught that his very successful brother was putting me up, knowing konya escort he couldn’t afford anything else. My Uncle was always very modest in his success and would likely do everything he could to take any sting out. I think I heard something like “He’ll be a great help around here keeping the twins busy.”
I was beginning to lift my desk out not really paying attention and it seemed lighter than normal. My uncle had snuck up around the side and his very large arm was lifting half the desk with ease. I laughed, explaining I thought I had gotten stronger. He chuckled and just said “Nope, just more handsome you devil!” We quickly set the desk down for an embrace.
“Thanks Uncle Carl, you liar.”
“I would never lie to you, just for you!” he bellowed nudging me very hard in my ribs. Frig, he always caught me with the elbow, he was quick for a walking tank. He grabbed my shoulders and looked me in the eyes seriously, “I will not have my nephew calling me Uncle Carl for an entire year. Let’s just leave it at Carl from now on, eh?” I nodded in agreement as he faked some punches at my torso with me struggling to keep up with deflections.
Before I knew it, my desk was setup up in the loft and my bed was setup in the middle dormer of the loft bedroom my twin cousins shared. My dad, Unc-… Carl and I chatted for twenty minutes or so and then my father made his excuses for the long drive and Carl walked him downstairs after a prolonged hug with me. Alone, I took in my new surroundings and the smell of my room shared by two late teenaged men. I’d never really thought about the musk in here before but it was subtle, dampened by my Aunt’s fanatical cleaning regimen. There was something arousing about the undertone in this meticulously clean room.
“Think it’ll work for you?” “JESUS CHR-” I yelled whipping around seeing Carl standing in the doorway. Knowing swearing was really okay in this house; “I’m sorry, you just really scared the sh- I mean, you know what I mean.”
“Hey man, it’s your Aunt’s rules, not mine. Consider saying whatever words you want when she’s not here, but you better figure that filter out. Oh, and by the way, she just pulled in with your cousins.”
Thankfully Carl creeping up on me redirected all the blood flow caused by my new surroundings from where it was going into my flight response. I followed him down the loft stairs to the upper levels top landing that overlooked the entry way. The door burst open with Paul and Mark lugging their soccer gear in, chirping at each other about footwork.
“You both suck, so stop arguing about it!” I called from the top stairs. They dropped their bags and smiled at me racing up the stairs and tackling me to the surprisingly rough carpet. I fought them valiantly but admitted defeat quickly. Carl looked down at me and said “Already losing to these two? It’s going to be a long year.” The energy in the room was palpable with overdone laughter from the excitement. Climbing to my feet Aunt Mira and Lacey were just coming through the front door and eyeing the pile of boys dispersing above. Lacey shook her head with a smirk and my Aunt waved me down the stairs and brought me in for a tight hug. Hers was such a warm personality, and despite having the ability to run and control an entire household she somehow made time for genuine love and affection.
The twins were about 5’10”, very thin but very fit from years of soccer and activities. They weren’t identical twins, but they were incredibly similar. They both had shorter blond hair that was longer on the top, wore similar styles likely out of convenience and had deep green eyes.
“We are so thrilled to have you here! What’s ours is yours while you stay, help yourself to anything in the cupboards or fridge. If you need anything you don’t see just add it to the list on the fridge.” She was already bustling into the kitchen and directing Lacey with the grocery bags while heading to the list and pointing to it. “Anything you need-” she paused to look at me directly “we are all here for you.”
“Thank you so much, I don’t know how I’ll repay you guys for putting me up, but I will one day.”
“Hey man, company as fine as yours is payment enough!” Carl said going to elbow me in the ribs from the side. I successfully dodged this one. “He learns quick… he’ll do just fine.”
***
In many ways this house was a lot like mine. Family dinner was served with chicken grilled by Carl and my Aunt Mira’s legendary potato mash. I knew better than to touch it without waiting for grace to be spoken. Lacey, always the devout daughter took the reigns and led the table. It had been a long time since I believed in any of this, but I respected whatever choices and feelings my large family had on the subject. If pushed I could push back, but I generally tried to let sleeping dogs lie.
Quick conversations flew around the table from Mark and Paul with Aunt Mira, the odd shot from Carl and the quiet and calculated observance and adlib from Lacey. konyaaltı escort I was admittedly a little overwhelmed, and mostly listened and took it all in appreciating the matriarchal presence from my Aunt and the rebellious but acquiescing retorts from my cousins. We finished dinner and I started to clear the table without prompt resulting in cheers from Carl and my Aunt Mira and teasing boo’s and brown noser comments from Mark and Paul. Lacey stood in solidarity with me and picked up dishes of her own and followed me to the kitchen. I started to load the dishwasher, and felt a hand gently grab my elbow. I looked to Lacey now standing close at my side. She shook her head at where I put the plate, picked it up and moved it to a different spot within the washer rack. I smiled my thanks and followed suit with the other plates. I started on the cutlery and felt a hand once again on my elbow. She had intense eyes this time and curl at the side of her mouth. Again, without a word she gestured at where the forks should be. I surmised that I was out of my element and Lacey was going to be my spirit guide.
As we were mid clean of the pots and pans listening to the chats of the neighbouring table there was a loud “COUSIN! You have laboured long enough, let us swim!” Paul putting on his best terribly overdone performance headed through the kitchen and up the stairs with Mark close behind. My Aunt came and took the cloth from me and said with some behest “Please; go get your trunks on. They’ll be obnoxious about it until you do, so do it for me.” I giggled and resigned my post running up the stairs behind them.
I burst into the room at the worst and best time. Paul was facing away from me at his bed completely naked and just working his trunks over his feet struggling while standing. We’d spent a lot of time together and I had never seen him naked before. I swallowed, completely caught off guard, not wanting to stare but still entranced by his beautifully tanned skin. He was thin but cut, and his butt was just so cute. The tan lines from his shorter swim trunks almost made me swoon.
“Careful, you’ll go blind from how white parts of his body are…”
Mark was looking at me, looking at Paul for I don’t know how long. Time seemed to slow to nothing.
Recovering as best I could I whipped my gaze to Mark already in his trunks and threw back at him “The beacons of Gonder are lit! Paul’s cheeks call for aid!”
I did it, Mark’s love for the Lord of the Rings took him into a fit of laughter. Thank Go-, thank something. It made his equally tanned smooth stomach ripple and show off his cut abs. With his half-closed eyes I took a quick gander, and distracted myself back to Paul who was also facing me laughing but with his trunks on. I took my shirt off and moved towards my bag taking out some board shorts and swapping into them while Mark and Paul waited just outside.
We sped down the two flights and through the kitchen past my aunt and Lacey, through the door and dove into the pool immediately. There was a lot of horseplay, splashing, wrestling and a strong sense of levity. As things died down, we got to talking while sitting on the pool steps about our few weeks of summer so far, catching up since we saw each other last in March. Mark had had another girlfriend come and go as he wanted to be free for the summer and Paul was still with his girlfriend of two years, Reyna. They were both staying in town as Mark and Paul were spending the summer training for soccer trying to get to the top and get picked for national teams.
Paul said he needed to get his laps in and took off down the pool to run the lengths noisily kicking off the walls with turns and breathing heavy with his laps. Mark leaned into me after watching his brother for a few minutes, “What about you Jakey, whose hearts have you been breaking?”
This was a tough one, as close as we were, not even my cousins knew about my tastes. I’d had girlfriends and secret boyfriends that I played off as girlfriends so I’d also word things in a specific way not to lie but not to really draw any attention to it and substitute certain discussions with the relevant heterosexual descriptions.
“I was seeing someone up until May, but they decided it would be best to break things off since we’d be going our separate ways this summer. They were special and really gorgeous, but I think it was for the best.”
Mark wrapped his thin well defined arm around my neck and put his fist into my chest. “Sorry cuz, are you okay?”
“Oh yeah.” I replied honestly.
“Good, a handsome lady killer like you will have no problem going into university.” He squeezed me with his arm and opened his fist into an open palm across my chest sending a bit of a shock through my body.
I did my best to play off my aroused flinch as a laugh “Thanks Markus…” I said as I looked him in the eye. He lingered there, looking straight at me as if into me. I smiled almost awkwardly and immediately he said “Let’s go korfez escort try to pull Paul under…” he stood up like a shot ran around the pool and jumped into the pool grabbing his brother. I followed suit and dove in after them. We swam, wrestled, splashed and chatted until it was dark and the solar tiki lights were alight.
***
The house was quiet for the first time since I arrived. We had all taken a quick shower one after the other and I was lying in bed thinking about my day. I was proud of myself for answering Mark so deftly and not alluding to the fact that I had been seeing a guy for a few months until May. I thought about his arm around my shoulder and how it had sparked something in me so strongly. I thought about his abs when he was laughing earlier, and then about Paul’s gorgeous butt while he was changing.
Fuck. I am rock hard in this bed between my two cousins. I really hadn’t considered how I was going to stroke myself in this shared room with the bottom half of our beds being visible to each other out of the dormers. I slept on a very weird angle that night.
*** (Monday)
Morning came with Paul’s alarm. I hate mornings. I look over at Paul sitting up in the middle of his bed seeing half of him. The alarm gets shut off. He stands up, completely naked again facing away from me. I fucking love mornings. I couldn’t believe he slept naked. Disappointingly he pulled boxers on from beside his bed and quickly headed out of the room. None of this helped my condition from last night. My heart was beating in my ears thinking about that ass again. Why hadn’t he turned around? Damn. I rolled over and willed myself back to sleep.
***
I woke up shortly thereafter and groggily opened my eyes partway. A sheen of light was beaming against Mark’s covers and over me too. But, Mark’s light seemed to be moving or shimmering. Was this sunlight and clouds…? I squinted wearily trying to make out what the light was doing.
Oh, shit, my mind raced. That’s not the light. Mark was stroking himself under the covers. I was still hard from last night but now I was throbbing. He was so quiet, but really going at it. I could just make out the sound of his palm skin rubbing against his exposed organ. I wanted desperately to join, but I didn’t dare move. Any movement may make him stop, and I didn’t want that for either of us.
An arm came from under the covers and grabbed his shirt on the floor which quickly disappeared back under them. The covers movement seemed to get quicker and I knew he was close. I didn’t think a hand could move like that and I was mesmerized watching, envisioning. Suddenly it stopped briefly, started a bit again repeating five times. I knew what happened and I just took it all in. Maybe it was wrong, my arousal meant I didn’t care.
His hand came back out with the shirt, he let it fall to the floor beside the bed again in a heap. Not being able to see his face I pictured his features relaxed with a light smile of satisfaction. He moved his hands out to his sides above the covers, his bulge sticking straight up fighting against them. He was so close to me, but with the covers I couldn’t tell how big it was. I’m not even sure I cared, fuck that was hot.
Then he rolled in my direction; startling me I stiffened and moved ever so slightly pretending to be asleep. A few minutes later his light snoring put me at ease, which is when I took my chance to go to the washroom as quietly as possible hiding my raging hardon as I went. It was right across the hall next to Lacey’s bedroom, and I quickly closed the door behind me. I turned on the light and fan and looked at myself in the mirror cock tenting my boxer briefs like a circus.
We all read the stories about how the main character is super well-hung, yadda yadda. Its statistically improbable that all of these authors are well hung or that only well-hung authors write stories. Whatever you may divine from this, I have a very nice cock. It’s thick, it’s long and with my experience with men I’ve only ever been with one larger than me. It’s a blessing and a curse to be long and thick despite what everyone thinks or wishes for.
I take it out through the slit in my boxer briefs, and slowly start stroking my length with my closed hand around my thickest point and frenulum. I’m cut and I like the feel of what foreskin I have left encircling my glans dry. I cannot get the image of my cousin stroking beside me out of my head and start really pumping myself. I’ve admittedly thought of this before but never seen it, so I am savouring the delicious images. I close my eyes thinking about what he looks like, what it looks like, stroking myself and edging away. I picture him handling it in front of me shooting onto my face, while I stroke harder getting ready to cum all over the floor. Stroking harde-
KNOCK KNOCK
“Are you almost done?” Lacey asks through the door.
I cannot take any more thrills and shocks this morning. My heart is pounding and I barely squeak out “Yepp, almost done.”
In my panic I tuck my cock away. I wash my hands and flush the toilet. I plead with myself to get my erection down, nerves can help or hurt with this sometimes. I open the door with my semi tucked between my legs, also shirtless. Lacey laughs at me going in through the door behind me.
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