As always, thanks to those of you who read this story. I appreciate the comments so far. If you have any more, let me know. And see the disclaimers in the first chapter (not real life, rights belong to ITV, don't read unless you are 18 or the age of majority, etc.)
000
Marcus nervously jumped off the couch, as much as you can jump when you've just been drilled by a power tool, covering his still-sticky cock and well-trimmed dark pubes with a throw pillow.
"I'd say you lot have already caused me enough problems without ruinin' Maria's mum's pillow."
Liam grabbed the pillow from Marcus, leaving the beet-red man to cover his lower half with his sweaty hands.
Tom, meanwhile, splayed out on the couch, his still half-hard cock bobbing at around 7 inches. Liam threw the pillow at his smirking cousin.
"No modesty."
Tom waved his equally defiant staff in Liam's bemused direction.
"What we got to be ashamed off? Get a taste of that sweet arse if you can reach it from your high horse."
Liam licked his lips and tugged at his cock.
"Think I might just do that."
Marcus' eyebrows shot to the top of his head.
"But you're with Maria, and...I mean I'm not a prude, but that's your cousin sitting right there."
Liam pointed a derogatory thumb in Tom's direction.
"What? Him?"
He strolled over to the couch, his buttocks bouncing in time with his cock as he leaned over to grab Tom for a very rough French kiss. When they finally pulled apart, Tom ran his hand down Liam's hairy stomach and winked at Marcus.
"We're what they call kissin' cousins."
Marcus had never really experienced this outside of watching porn movies. He knew he should have mixed feelings, but his cock had no qualms, and Marcus often found that his lower head knew best.
"Now why don't you put that knob to good use and shut up my knobby poor relation."
A dazed Marcus walked to Tom's odd yet beautiful face, looking down at the edge of the sofa as Tom slobbered over his length and kneaded his balls.
Liam roughly turned Tom onto his stomach, prising Tom's tight cheeks apart to tongue his hole mercilessly. Tom groaned against Marcus' hardness as his cousin's stubble chafed him. The further Liam dove into his insides, the more vigorously he deep-throated Marcus, one hand cupping Marcus' pert buns and sliding inside his cum-coated furtrap.
He was soon disengaged from his skilled oral methods when Liam flipped him onto his back, instructing Marcus to hold Tom's legs in the air.
Liam eagerly yet carefully licked his way up Tom's baggy balls and long, thick cock.
"Always wanted to tell ya to go fuck yourself," Liam smirked.
Tom's eyes went wide in wonderment and a pure surge of arousal as the first few inches of his horse meat were inserted into his waiting hole.
"Oh fuck...you fucking bastard...oh..." Tom laughed in delirium, his eyes going back as he experienced the inexplicable pleasure of the ultimate self-pleasure.
Liam took his hand off to allow Tom to slide his demanding dick further into his own asshole. Tom groaned and gasped and made a production of himself as the shockwaves caused by his own hand and his own penis course through his body.
Marcus used every ounce of concentration he had to not spray his load all over Tom's blissed-out face. He pinched Tom's nipples, stroked his cheek, and fingered himself in place of the digits Tom had removed from his backside.
Marcus knew he was close to the end when he saw Liam lining his fat cock up to Tom's hole.
Tom cried out in a variety of manners at the new invasion, but didn't protest. Liam made the tight squeeze with a combination of a grin and a grimace. Tom had always been on the go, flitting around from pub to pillar to post, but time and again the best way for Liam to remind him who was boss was to lay him out on his back.
Tom's thickness felt so good against Liam's erection, both men shuddered at the connection in such close quarters. Every time Tom shifted ever-so-slightly, a bit more of Liam pushed inside him. Liam pivoted his hips, gently but firmly keeping control.
Tom sneered at him. He wanted nothing more than to see Liam lose control, and he knew just how to do it.
"C'mon cuz. Fuck me the way your brother did."
The memories of his brother Paul, all the times they'd spent together naked and hard and exhausted, fighting and bonding and keeping so many secrets, came flooding back to Liam. The image of Paul fucking Tom coincided with Tom's viselike grip on his cock, and Liam flooded Tom's packed backside with his cousin cum.
Marcus could take no more and he quickly emptied his second load of the day onto Tom's face.
Liam fell onto Tom, clearly surprised and a little hurt by his cousin's words.
"I never knew about you and Paul. I thought he was only...with me..."
Tom patted Liam's head.
"It started the night of his stag do. We both got drunk and the stripper told us to go fuck ourselves instead of her and...I dunno. I couldn't resist. Paul was so dominating."
"Yeah, I know," Liam remembered, his cock rising at some of those sexually charged moments that seemed so long ago.
"There was so much he did to me...with me...he could never do with you, Liam. He loved you too much."
Liam smiled, his eyes brimming with hints of tears.
"I think that's gotta be the most fucked up and nicest thing anybody's ever said to me, cuz."
Marcus began putting on his jeans as the cousins lazily kissed each other. Before he could go, Liam grabbed him by the belt buckle.
"Y'know, Marcus. Maria's outta town for the night, and our bed's a lot bigger than you think."
Marcus wasn't sure.
"I don't think I can...Maria's a mate."
Liam shrugged.
"A bit late for those morals to kick in, but the way I see it is, if you really wanna be a mate, then pleasing her husband is one way to make her feel better. Maria don't like me when I"m a moody sod."
Tom laughed.
"So you're saying Maria never likes you."
As Liam began to choke the naked cousin resting underneath him, Marcus decided to take off his jeans. He was always happy to share a bed with someone. Two for the price of one was even better.
000
Kevin Webster ignored the slight hints of middle-aged paunch he saw in the mirror. The mechanic had always been more of a natural build than gymbound, and he was proud of all the bad as well as the good brought on by his 50 years.
Right now he was too busy worrying about his missing daughter Rosie to notice the heavier than usual bags under his eyes. He slipped his grey track bottoms over his shapely buttocks, tugging slightly at his thick cock as he remembered how much he missed his wife Sally, She was currently out of town looking for Rosie.
Kevin was about to head for bed when he heard his daughter's voice.
"DAD!! DAD!!!"
Rosie! That was Rosie. He'd know her voice anywhere. Kevin ran downstairs in bare feet, bare chest, throwing open the front door of his house to find his daughter.
Just as he stepped outside, a cloth suddenly covered his mouth. He opened his mouth to yell, which only made the fumes more powerful. He managed to elbow the stranger in the ribs, but he was growing weaker by the second. "GET OFF HIM!!" he heard, through his haze, and a brief scuffle, and then footsteps running away.
"I I I'm sorry, Mr. Webster. He was too fast...he went into one of the back alleys and I lost him, I..."
Kevin weaved in and out of consciousness, but recognised the lush lips and soulful dark eyes of Craig Harris, Rosie's teenage boyfriend. Ex-boyfriend. He'd left town a few years ago. And now he was back.
Before Kevin could respond, he passed out in Craig's arms.