Illicit Relations
by Lucy Felthouse
by Lucy Felthouse
Terry’s had a crush on his second cousin Justin for what
seems like forever. He’s hidden it as well as possible, knowing that the other
man is out of bounds, forbidden fruit. Second cousins getting together isn’t
actually illegal, but for Justin the relationship is too close—he just can’t
contemplate them being together.
But when some new information comes to light about Terry’s
birth and his place in the family, the whole game changes. Suddenly the
relationship isn’t so impossible, and things soon begin to get hot and heavy.
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Excerpt:
Terry deliberately averted his gaze as Justin tugged off his
T-shirt and dove into the pool. The last thing he needed was to see him
topless. His libido was already in overdrive and he was having trouble not
jumping Justin’s bones. In fact, the only thing that held him back was the fact
that Justin was his second cousin. They hadn’t been brought up particularly
closely, so it wasn’t as if he were lusting after someone he considered to be a
brother, but still. They were related and it was weird. Or it would be weird if
anything happened between them, which it wouldn’t, of course. It would be wrong
and they both knew it.
Terry assumed that was the reason Justin was avoiding him,
anyway. They got on well and there was an obvious spark between them, but
nothing inappropriate had ever taken place. For the most part, they acted as
cousins should. Every now and again, though, he’d catch Justin looking at him.
Equally, Terry would drink his fill of his cousin when no one else was looking.
Apparently it was getting increasingly difficult for Justin, too.
Right now, at the annual summer get together at Terry’s
grandparents’ massive house in rural Warwickshire, the tension between them had
never been higher.
What made the whole thing ten times worse was that neither
of them had come out. So ending up together would be a double whammy for their
families. He could see it now. Hey, everyone! I’m gay—and so is he. We’re
together. Now as you were.
He didn’t know whether the reaction would be favorable or
not.
He also knew that part of his frustration about the
situation was because he hadn’t yet seen any point in coming out. His feelings
for Justin ran deeper than he cared to admit, and for that reason he hadn’t been
in a relationship with anyone—ever. Not a homosexual relationship, anyway. He’d
had girlfriends back in the days when he hadn’t realized what his urges meant,
but since then he’d been by himself and remained a virgin. He was surprised,
actually, that no one in his family had asked whether he was gay. He could only
assume that because he was so private generally, they thought he would only
introduce them to someone when he felt it was absolutely right. That was his
plan, in fact. To come out and introduce his partner at the same time. But
until he got over this damn infatuation with Justin, he was never going to be
any farther forward.
His thoughts ran on for several minutes until he was
interrupted—and startled—by droplets of cold water falling onto his bare
shoulder. He turned. Justin stood there, shaking his blond head and sending the
droplets flying around. Apparently he wasn’t avoiding Terry anymore.
It was hot and he was wearing casual clothes, so Terry
wasn’t bothered about getting wet, but for some reason, he snapped at Justin.
“For fuck’s sake, do you have to do that here?”
Immediately Justin stopped and stared at him. They’d never
had a cross word between them, not even when they were children. “Sorry, mate.
I was just messing around. I didn’t think it would piss you off.”
His blue eyes were wide and Terry felt his irritation
dissipating rapidly. He continued to rake his gaze down Justin’s half-naked
form. His broad shoulders and wide chest, which was sprinkled with a handful of
pale hairs. His toned stomach, the six-pack nicely defined but not too
body-builderish. His arms were thickly muscled but suited his athletic frame.
Deep-blue swimming trunks hid the area he most wanted to see but he relied on
the glimpses he’d had over the years and his overripe imagination.
Thick thighs and calves and, unbelievably, nice feet—he
didn’t generally like feet—finished off the package of perfection and Terry was
suddenly extremely glad he had a book in his lap, because his cock was
beginning to swell and press against the inside of his swimming shorts. He
realized that a dip in the pool would be a pretty good antidote—the chilly
water should take the heat from his cock. And if not, at least no one would be
able to see the bulge unless they swam underwater.
It was stupid, really, trying to hide his erection from
Justin. They both knew there was something between them, and he wanted to bury
his hard cock inside Justin’s mouth or arse, not hide it beneath a fucking
book.
He began to wonder whether they should just get together,
and to hell with the consequences. It wasn’t illegal.
Justin sat down on the sun bed next to Terry and flashed him
a smile. “Am I forgiven, then? I haven’t got your book wet, have I?” He reached
out to grab the book, presumably to try to dry it, but Terry slammed his hand
down quickly, catching Justin’s fingers beneath his in the process, not to
mention giving his cock a bit of a smack.
“No,” he ground out, wondering how he’d managed to get even
a single word to fall from his lips. As soon as their fingers had touched he’d
felt a spark that had run straight up his arm and multiplied throughout his
entire body. His ebbing erection had immediately jumped back to attention,
lifting the book slightly. He hoped against all hope that Justin hadn’t noticed
but he had no such luck.
The blond’s gaze dropped to their still-touching fingers
and, presumably, to the book and the thing beneath it that had caused the
movement. He stared for a few seconds that felt like hours, then looked back up
at Terry’s face. He opened his mouth then closed it again. For the first time
ever, it seemed Justin was speechless.
A huge splash and a series of laughs from the pool broke the
spell between them. Justin snatched his hand back and raked it through his
hair. He opened and closed his mouth again, but for the second time nothing
came out. He let out a heavy sigh and stood up looking dazed. He appeared to
have trouble putting one foot in front of the other, as though he were drunk or
had just woken from a very deep sleep. Of course, only the two of them knew the
real reason for Justin’s behavior.
Finally Justin got his limbs to cooperate, and he made his
way across to the table that held food and drinks, sheltered from the bright
sunlight by a large, green gazebo.
Terry watched him go, a tumult of emotions running through
his brain. Disappointment, confusion, anger, lust…they all assaulted him,
though admittedly the last was screaming the loudest, a fact certainly not
helped by Justin’s damp and topless state.
Now a feeling of despair took hold of him. What the fuck was
he going to do?
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Lucy Felthouse is a very busy woman! She writes erotica and
erotic romance in a variety of subgenres and pairings, and has over eighty
publications to her name, with many more in the pipeline. These include several
editions of Best Bondage Erotica, Best Women's Erotica 2013 and Best Erotic
Romance 2014. Another string to her bow is editing, and she has edited and
co-edited a number of anthologies, and also edits for a small publishing house.
She owns Erotica For All, and is book
editor for Cliterati.
Find out more at http://www.lucyfelthouse.co.uk. Join
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