Chapter 4
Linden
Baseball practice was brutal today. We have a big game coming up on Saturday, and we need to be ready. With my duffel bag slung over my shoulder, I rush up the stairs to my bedroom after I come home. Uncle Hanley and Aunt Liz are still at work, and I have the house to myself… or so I thought.
As I walk past Hugh’s closed door, I hear a weird sound coming from his room. I thought he was still at school, practicing for the football game on Friday.
I press my ear against his door. There’s grunting and mumbling. Then I hear a girl’s voice.
My hand lands on the knob, and I twist to test it out. Is it locked? Please be open.
It turns fully, and I ease the door open a crack and peek inside.
My cock instantly hardens. Hugh is completely naked.
He’s fucking stunning. His body is pure perfection.
The muscles in his back are rippling, and his ass is perfectly tight and round as he thrusts into Susie, the girl who’s been chasing him.
Hugh is demanding, controlling, and dominant. Fuck that shit turns me on.
I can’t see her face since his arm blocks it, but I recognize her long, black hair. Her fingers with long red nails dig into his back. I wish they were my nails. I wish he were fucking me instead.
Hugh has no idea how I feel about him. I haven’t come out to anyone yet, so no one knows I’m gay at all.
I love how his thick, dark brown hair falls in waves across his forehead, and he has this dimple right on his chin that I want to lick. That’s probably weird, right? He’s only a couple of inches taller than I am and broader. I love everything about him.
I spend the next few minutes watching him thrust and pump and grunt. As soon as he comes, I shut his door quietly and go to my room. My cock now needs attention, so I head to my private bathroom to shower and rub one out.
Hugh will never know how I feel. What’s the point?
He’s not into dudes that I’m aware of, and he’s my cousin.
It seems… weird, being blood-related and all.
Besides, Uncle Hanley would never tolerate it.
Hell, I’m not sure I’ll ever tell my uncle about my sexuality.
He doesn’t exactly give off ‘ally’ vibes. All I can do is fantasize and dream.
I was in the private bathroom in my office when the memory of seeing Hugh fuck someone for the first time hit me. It used to be my go-to fantasy whenever I rubbed one out as a teen.
After making sure the door was locked, I unbuckled my belt and unzipped my slacks. I pulled them down along with my underwear and fisted my cock, which I hovered over the toilet.
I’d been fucking horny as hell since Friday night.
It wasn’t often Hugh fucked a man. Usually, he’d just have them suck him off.
And what a man he chose, with his pretty black curls and those sweet lips Hugh had painted bright red.
But it wasn’t his attractiveness that drew me in, and I didn’t think it was about that for Hugh either.
Andrew was so eager and responsive. He slipped into Hugh’s favorite kink effortlessly.
Watching Andrew lean back into my cousin as if he belonged there as I fucked him was a work of art.
He’d been fucking stunning. But watching Hugh?
Jesus. He was completely enthralled. I could tell.
He wasn’t always as into it with other guys as he’d been with Andrew.
And that right there turned me the fuck on.
Our sexual playtime together was the next best thing if I couldn’t have more of him.
I’d been repeatedly stroking myself off since.
I silenced my head and wound the clock back to Friday night. Fuck, that scene… Amazing.
My hand moved faster and faster. I had to come quickly since I needed to be ready for the next interview.
The ever-familiar pressure quickly built around my groin, and my balls drew tight and heavy.
“Hell, yeah…” I ground out quietly. “Come on. Come on.”
The pressure grew until I finally snapped and shot out cum into my hand and into the toilet. I kept stroking myself, milking my cock to prolong my orgasm until I had nothing left to give.
When I finished, I gave a quick shudder and washed my hands before zipping and buckling up. I ran my hands through my hair and straightened my tie.
I sat at my desk, crossed my leg over my knee, and stared out the large windows as I tapped my pen on my desk, thinking about Hugh and Andrew again, and how much he was into the role with the younger man. I was, too, but Hugh was more so.
My cousin had never come out as queer, not bisexual, pansexual, nada…
While he didn’t fuck men often, he did it enough for me to wonder if he was bisexual.
I never asked because I didn’t want to pressure him.
He also may have kept silent for the same reasons I had—Uncle Hanley.
Still, we told each other everything. Was it that big of a deal?
Nah. I only wanted my cousin to be happy with himself, and sometimes I doubted that he was.
In the rare moments when he selected a man to fuck, they were usually twinks or had an androgenous vibe to them. He liked the small ones he could dominate, especially those with strong feminine qualities.
Maybe it wasn’t simply about bisexuality.
Maybe Hugh was gynosexual. The women and men he chose to be with had strong feminine features and a sense of elegance about them.
Then again, our partner from Friday wasn’t femme per se, despite wearing a lacy blouse.
But then we discovered he enjoyed wearing lace panties, and that did it for my cousin.
He was completely enthralled with Andrew.
My cousin was so damn sexual. His appetite was voracious, even more so than mine, and I had a healthy sex drive.
He’d always been that way as soon as he’d lost his virginity.
Ever since college, when I went along for the ride, as it was my only way in with him sexually.
We didn’t touch each other or kiss, but I could watch him get off or fuck someone, and imagine it was me.
What I really wanted was to double penetrate a man, to feel Hugh’s cock brush against mine. The thought caused a shudder to pass through my body again. I doubt he’d ever do that, though.
Hugh had tried to do it with me and women, but I didn’t want to fuck women. While I had zero interest in them, sometimes I’d give in to be closer to him. To touch him. It was all I was allowed, not that I ever tried to have more with him.
A knock pulled me away from my thoughts.
“Come in.”
The door opened, and Hugh walked in. Speak of the devil…
He looked gorgeous as always. His hair was perfectly styled, his beard perfectly groomed. Not a crease could be seen in his dark charcoal gray suit.
“Hey,” I said, sitting up. “Got Atlas Stavros ready for me?”
“Not yet.”
Hugh sat down heavily in front of my desk, leaned forward, and placed his palms on the wood. His hands were also beautiful. He kept them soft, smooth, and properly manicured, unlike mine. I tried to keep up, but my hobby kept my hands calloused.
“He’s waiting in my office.”
My brow shot up, now seeing the stress in his brown eyes. “What’s going on?”
“Let me start by saying that Tamara is suing us. Dad isn’t… happy.”
“Oh, fuck… I knew that girl was trouble.”
“Same, hence the breakup.”
“What’s he going to do?”
Hugh shrugged and sat back in the chair. “I don’t know. He’s pissed at me right now and told me to stay out of it. Dad also wants me to get my… sexual activities under control.”
Hugh did have a lot of sex. Sometimes I wondered if it gave him a sense of control. Maybe it wasn’t the healthiest way to cope, not like I was any better, using his sexual needs to fulfill my own. Was it wrong? Probably. But Hugh liked it when we tag-teamed, so I was giving something back.
“Anyway, be prepared. The lawyers will probably want to talk to you, too,” he said.
“You got it. No problem. I’ll tell them she threatened violence if you didn’t date her.” I winked at him, and he gave me a small smile in return.
Hugh rubbed his face and leaned back in the chair. “It’s been a weird morning, Lind.”
“Beyond getting sued by an ex-girlfriend and pissing your dad off yet again? We all know how hard it is to please that man.”
He chuckled, but there was no humor in it. “True. But yeah… beyond that. You’ll never guess who Atlas Stavros is. I’m still fucking processing.”
That got my attention—no wonder he was here in my office before I could interview him. I thought about it for a minute and smirked. “Let me guess… It’s someone we fucked.”
“Bastard…” he laughed affectionately. “Bingo!”
“Well, hell. I mean, what can we do? Send him home.”
When Hugh said nothing, staring out at the city, I said, “Oh, no… your dad is already pissed at you. We cannot hire someone we fucked, cuz.”
“I know. It’s just that I think he would be good. He already jumped on the job before I even talked to him. Damn, I thought for a second he stalked us here, but nope… It’s pure coincidence.”
“Hugh,” I warned.
“Let’s at least interview him. He’s eager and…”
“You like him.”
“Yeah. Not gonna lie… this feels like he was meant to be with us.”
I wanted to bristle at his words, especially when I’d always believed I was meant to have Hugh.
It was a ridiculous dream. We were related, for fuck’s sake.
Still, it stung. Then again, he had no idea of my feelings, nor had I bothered pursuing them.
It wasn’t Hugh’s fault. But this was the first time he’d felt that way about anyone before.
It was bad enough that he dated Tamara, even unwillingly.
“All right. Out with it. Who’s this magical penis? Or better yet, ass?” I asked, bringing my bottle of water to my lips. I hadn’t meant to sound like a dick, but my words slipped out anyway.
“Andrew from Friday night.”
I spat out my water and started coughing. “The curly-haired twink with the cute panties? That Andrew?”
Hugh snorted at my reaction and stood to grab some paper towels from my bathroom. “The very one.”
Jesus. I should’ve guessed. Andrew… Atlas was the only guy who caught Hugh’s attention for more than one night. Hell, he got my attention, too, but Hugh had spent more time with him, whereas I’d been tucked behind a wall.
“I get it, cuz. He’s cute as fuck. But bringing him on board could pose a slight problem with Uncle Hanley.”
Hugh handed me some paper towels, and we both went to work dabbing up all the water. “Yeah, I know.”
“But you want to go through with it anyway,” I said. It wasn’t a question. “I mean, having him work here and playing with him.”
“Yes.”
“I wouldn’t put it past your dad to fire us if he catches on. Not to mention that Atlas could sue us for sexual harassment. Another court case will blow Uncle Hanley’s brain to bits.”
Hugh stopped cleaning, and his brow shot straight to his hairline. “Us? Does that mean you’re on board?”
I waved my hand at him. “Psh… When have I never been on board? When Cousin Hugh says, ‘Jump,’ I ask, ‘How high?’ You know I have no spine to speak of.”
Hugh’s smile stretched wide across his face, lighting up his very essence—Le sigh. “You’re so full of shit. Yes, you just do whatever, but you’re no pushover. That’s why I like you.”
I pressed a hand to my chest. “Aww, I feel so loved. Still, we need to be prepared for worst-case scenarios.”
He rolled his eyes, grabbed the used paper towels, and tossed them into the garbage can next to my desk.
“Ass,” he laughed before growing serious.
“I know this is a risk. And yeah, I’m kind of jumping into this headfirst, which isn’t like me at all, but there’s just something about Atlas.
I truly believe this is meant to be. So… that’s a yes?”
“Please. Since when have you ever needed my permission? That’s a yes. Have you interviewed him yet?”
“Not yet. I want us both to do it.”
I spread my arms across my office. “Then show him in.”
Honestly, when I learned it was the young man from last weekend, I got pretty excited about him coming to work for us, despite any misgivings.
It would probably get us into trouble, and not for the first time.
But I couldn’t stop thinking about Atlas either.
Hell, I masturbated to him and Hugh about ten times over the damn weekend, and again this morning. It was a lot, and more than usual.
I’d fucked a lot of men in my life, but Atlas was special. He was made for the role Hugh engaged him in. Atlas was a natural pleaser. I had no doubt he would be excellent as a PA, too, without even having to interview him.
Could I lose my job over Atlas? Probably. Did I care? Not really.
The bigger question was why Hugh was risking his job.
His entire life had been built on pleasing his father.
I’d never seen him risk his career for anyone else before.
I kind of liked this new side of him. He’d been a doormat long enough.
He was strong, tough, and in control of his life—except when it came to Uncle Hanley. It should be interesting.