“I…” Damon tried to focus on what he was saying, but the hand that was tugging and fondling his balls was distracting. So was the erection pressing against his backside. “Um, we could talk after?”
“Mm,” Irvine hummed, the sound a teasing vibration against the slope of his neck. “Smart man.”
The way Irvine said it, teasing but not sarcastic, made Damon feel even hotter. Like Irvine was pleased that he was getting what he wanted, and what he wanted was, inexplicably, Damon.
Irvine was different from Damon’s dad, not just in looks but how frisky and flirty he was. He was communicating, through touch and teasing, that he wanted to play, and now he was asking Damon if he wanted to get down and dirty with him. Damon really, really did.
Damon’s dad, on the other hand, was the dominant partner. He was in control of Damon’s pleasure and pain, and he had made the rules clear: obey and be rewarded, or disobey and get punished. Sometimes, Damon’s punishment bordered on pleasure, and sometimes the pleasure was so intense it hurt. Either way, there was no question who was in charge.
Irvine released Damon’s sack and moved to face him. His fingers crept under his shirt, taking it with them as he felt up his cousin. He teased over Damon's stomach, his stomach muscles clenching as he was ticklish. He squeezed his cousin's pecks and flicked his nipples, and Damon let out a little "mmph." Irvine smirked and lifted his cousin's shirt and oversized hoodie–the one he'd stolen from his dad–over his head, chucking them on the desk in the corner of the room. Irvine then tugged off his own shirt, revealing the densely packed muscle that was hidden under his athleticwear most of the time.
Damon had never allowed himself to analyze how Irvine had changed over the years. Not in high school when Irvine first became interested in contact sports or when he began playing at the college level. All those years of fall and spring sports, summer training camps, weightlifting, and swimming had paid off. For eighteen, he was big, not an ounce of baby fat on him, while Damon was slender but still had a bit of a tummy from drinking beer and not watching what he ate–although, skating and his dad’s cooking helped.
“You’re fucking stacked,” Damon said, drinking in the miles of tan skin with a fine dusting of blond hair. His nipples were peaked and the same pink as his cousin’s lips, all of which he'd like to get more intimately acquainted with.
Irvine grinned, not in a cocky way, more like he was proud that his hard work had paid off. Like he’d gotten ripped just so Damon would find him hot, not for his love of sports. “Thanks, man.”
Damon decided to stroke his ego–and his body–closing the distance and taking his turn feeling up his body. He scraped his fingernails over his cousin's defined abs, making him squirm. His observed his cousin’s bulge growing as he played with his cousin's nipples, and he smirked, looking up at his face. “You enjoying yourself?”
Uncharacteristically, Irvine blushed, and that gave Damon the confidence to close the distance until their bare torsos were touching. The skin on skin contact was heady in itself, an intimacy that Damon hadn’t yet experienced with his dad. There was something about being naked with another man, being able to get so close that their hearts were aligned without breasts in the way. Damon loved playing with and sucking on big breasts, but he had to admit that his cousin’s tits weren’t too bad for A cups. “Got a nice rack,” he said, pinching his right nipple just a touch too hard, making Irvine grunt.
Irvine was torn between taking offense and preening. He hit chest religiously, and he did have a nice rack, thankyouverymuch. He was so used to his younger cousin’s hostility that he found it hard to tell when he was being made fun of or just teased.
Damon answered that when he leaned down and latched his tongue onto his cousin's nipple. “Ohhh my god,” Irvine groaned.
Irvine was no stranger to sex, but he’d been thinking about this moment for over a decade. Maybe not this exactly, but he’d known forever that he wanted his cousin in a way that was a little more intimate than he’d seen his friends interacting with their cousins. He knew now that it was a learned behavior, something he'd picked up on subconsciously from his family members. His dad and uncle, and his uncle and mom, kissing on the mouth since he was born, eventually stopping when Damon was around. His brothers jerking each other off while Irvine was in the room, not old enough to even know what was going on. His dad always touching his butt, no matter how old he got, especially when he was holding him in his arms or standing next to him, sliding into his back pocket or down the back of his underwear. His parents never stopped kissing him on the mouth as he got older, and his brothers did the same thing, even though he was their annoying little brother.
There had never been a moment where Irvine 'found out' about the Sawyer family's proclivities. It was something that was always there, something he instinctively knew not to bring up outside of the family. It hadn't really occurred to him that they were doing anything that society would view as 'wrong' until his parents and Uncle Emmett had The Talk with him about keeping Damon in the dark.
That was one of the worst days of his life: finding out that he and his cousin would likely never be together.
The worst day of his life was the day he realized his cousin hated him.
Irvine felt himself tear up, just for a moment, and crushed their lips together to cover the fact that he was so fucking happy to be there, in that moment, with his beautiful, funny, smart, and loving cousin. The boy he'd lost and the man he'd found.
Irvine took control back, pulling off Damon's jeans and underwear while Damon clumsily kicked off his shoes. He pushed Damon down on the bed, watching him hungrily as his cousin backed up, leaning against the pillows and watching him undress. He looked just as fevered as Irvine, pupils dilated, lips red and puffy from hard kisses and excited nips, cock hard and tempting and laying against his soft, flat stomach.
Damon looked as if he was about to grab his cock, then squeezed his hand into a fist by his side, like he was close to losing control.
Damon's cock leaked precum, and Irvine smirked. "That for me?"
"Come get it," rasped Damon.
Holy hell. Irvine crawled onto the bed and over his body, kissing him on the lips again. Damon responded with the same hunger, big hands sliding down Irvine's back and squeezing his ass roughly. Irvine moaned and ground his cock against Damon's. He almost wanted to get the first cum out of the way and go slower on round two, and Damon seemed in agreement, matching his movements.
“Have you done this before?” asked Irvine. He looked like an angel, all golden curls and tan skin and big green eyes. The devil was an angel once, too, Damon remembered when he saw the smirk on his cousin’s pretty face.
Damon found that his thinking was impaired, and he had to try to focus on his response as his cousin began to kiss his way down his body, taking the time to lick and suck his nipples. If he were capable of embarrassment at the moment, he would be mortified at how he grabbed the back of his cousin's head to push it against his chest like many women had done to him before. "Ooooh fuck. Uh, fucked a dude? No. Fucked a girl? Probably too many.” One couldn’t party and experiment with drugs as much as Damon had and not end up fucking half the girls in his school.
“You wanna fuck my ass?” offered Irvine. His cousin looked up at Damon through dark blond lashes. The sultry expression on his cherubic features looked downright obscene, and Damon’s cock jerked.
Quickly, Damon reached down and squeezed the base of his rod, willing away the orgasm he'd narrowly avoided. "Jesus, Irvine."
Irvine grinned, raising his eyebrows judgmentally, as if he wasn't equally as primed to blow–which, of course, would have been a lie. "That's not an answer."
Damon hesitated, and Irvine watched him closely.
Damon decided his cousin looked like a cat. A mischievous feline who was ready to wreak chaos. And their family joked that he was the demon...
“Or did you want me to fuck you?” Irvine asked as the silence stretched. "No judgment, just putting it out there as an option. If you're feeling bottomy." He hoped that wasn't the case, not only because he'd douched, but because his cousin had a pretty dick that he was dying to get in his ass. But he'd also settle for getting it in his mouth. It wouldn't be a hardship.
“Or did you want me to fuck you?” Irvine asked as the silence stretched. "No judgment, just putting it out there as an option. If you're feeling bottomy." He hoped that wasn't the case, not only because he'd already douched and stretched his ass before his cousin got to his house–preparedness and optimism were the keys to success–but because his cousin had a pretty, decently long and thick dick that he was dying to get in his ass. Not that it would be a hardship if he had to settle for blowing it. It was so silky soft...now that he was thinking about it, he really wanted to get that thing in his mouth. Maybe later.
Damon shifted uncomfortably. "Probably not that."
Irvine, all muscle and grace, stretched up to kiss Damon on the lips again. "We can stop now if you want," he murmured against his lips, then pulled back to show he was serious. "I won't be mad." He might escape to the bathroom to jerk one out, however.
Damon’s hands gripped his hips hard like he was trying to prevent his escape. Irvine lowered his body down so he was laying part of his weight against his cousin, communicating that he wasn't going anywhere–in fact, he dared someone to try to pry him away. He was prepared to cling to his cousin like a koala and take him with him.
And just like that, they were frotting again.
If Damon was one of Irvine's brothers and not a gay sex virgin, he’d be hurrying things along right about now, getting snappy and impatient, pushing buttons until someone wanted to spank him badly enough–which would, inevitably, result in a hard fucking.
Damon, however, was going through some shit. And he felt alone enough in this endeavor that he sought out Irvine, who was lowkey his sworn enemy, for comfort. Irvine didn't plan on letting his cousin down.
“It’s not that,” Damon said. “I don’t know how to say it. Getting fucked in the ass doesn’t sound terrible–at least not after my dad rimmed me–” Oh, fuck, put watching that on his bucket list. “–but, um, since I’ve never done it before…”
Irvine nodded in understanding. “You want your daddy to take your cherry.”
Damon, despite being naked and making full body contact with his equally as naked cousin, blushed as he agreed. “Yeah, I want my daddy to do it.”
Irvine groaned, resting his head against Damon’s hip briefly. “Fuck, hearing you call your dad ‘daddy’ while saying you want him to take your virginity was not on my ‘I almost came hands free’ bingo card, but that almost sent me over the edge.”
Damon huffed a laugh, hands traveling back to Irvine's ass as he reached for the lube that he'd conveniently left on the night stand.
Irvine poured lube in his hand and reached back to give his ass a few slick fingers perfunctorily. "I'm not an ass virgin, I'm told its tight. Wanna break your boy fucking cherry?"
“Fuck yeah,” Damon breathed, watching with rapt attention as Irvine jammed three fingers up his ass, scissoring them a few times. The way he fingered himself, no nonsense, just getting the job done so he could greedily line up his cousin's dick against his ass, was one of the hottest sights he'd seen in his life. As he started sinking down on his cock, though, Damon said, "Wait!"
Damon looked alarmed, so Irvine froze. “What?” he asked, eyes widening. Had he misinterpreted the ‘fuck yeah’ as enthusiastic consent? Because it certainly sounded like 'fuck yeah, I want to fuck your ass,' and less 'fuck yeah, except actually not really.'
“Don’t you need to stretch more?” his sweet, naive cousin asked.
“Oh, honey,” Irvine said, playing up the camp as he sank down, his cock leaking a glob of prejizz when his cousin’s respectably sized member grazed his prostate. Irvine loved that initial fullness, that ‘what the fuck’ moment when his tiny hole accepted an entire dick, making room in anticipation for the pleasure that was about to come. “You’re big, but you’re not as big as my daddy."
Damon groaned. “Fuck, why is that so hot?”
Irvine began to slowly slide up and down on his cousin’s big cock, eyes rolling back briefly, focusing on the tugging sensation as his ass lips gripped his cousin's piece. “It’s the family curse,” he explained, sighing happily when he found that perfect angle. “We’re a bunch of inbred sex addicts who get off on the taboo of fucking our kinfolk.”
Damon's hips jerked off the bed involuntarily, but when his hands flew up to grab Irvine and hold him in place, pushing deep inside–yeah, that was his horniness getting the better of him.
Irvine let out a small keening noise when Damon pressed deep, eyes fluttering closed, and Damon watched in fascination as his cousin lost himself to the pleasure for a moment, dick bobbing in the space between him as he wiggled his hips, more of those sweet little noises escaping him. Damon had never, ever heard someone sound so satisfied from his cock alone, and it was a massive stroke to his ego.
"Shit," Irvine cried when he pulled up and slammed down again. "Fuck, wow." He loved cock. Truly, he loved cock. He loved family cock. He loved incest cock. He loved his cousin's cock. They were meant to be like this, Irvine could feel it in...well, he could feel it in his ass.
Irvine grinned, finally finding the train of thought that his cousin had temporarily fucked out of him. “One time, my dad was fucking me doggy style and Brent came home from school. He found us in our parents' room, pounding his baby brother's ass."
"Fuuuck," Damon groaned, both because of the story and the slow torture his cousin was subjecting him to, sitting impaled on his cock and swiveling his hips, his cock battering his cousin's inner walls in a way he'd never experienced. “What did he do?”
Irvine began to bounce on his younger cousin's cock as he continued the story. “He started to strip–he ran upstairs because he was horny and heard us fucking, otherwise he'd be naked already."
"You guys don't wear clothes at home?" Damon asked, barely holding onto the story. Girls had ridden him before, even during anal, but none of them had ever had the control and grace his cousin did. His muscles were rippling and flexing as he lifted and dropped his ass with the practice of a stripper, and Damon came to the realization that his cousin might've been the hottest person he'd ever fucked.
"Depends," Irvine answered vaguely. "Anyway, he wanted to join in and spit roast me without asking daddy for permission, but that's a whole other thing. Anyway, dad's like, 'did you take the chicken out of the freezer?’ Seriously, balls deep in my ass, in his fucking marital bed, talking to his son while he's fucking his other son, about fucking dinner. And Brent’s like, ‘no, I forgot because I'm horny and heard you fucking.’"
Damon let out a laugh at the image despite the fact that he was nearing his orgasm.
Irvine grinned wider, still fucking himself on his cousin's cock. "I know, right? And dad’s like, reprimanding him, totally telling him off, and not breaking stride at all while he pounds me. 'Your mother got pissed at me the last time you forgot, Brent. I'm not going down for this. Get your ass downstairs and defrost the fucking chicken, then I'll think about letting you fuck your brother after I'm done with him.'"
“Why is that so hot?” Damon wondered aloud for the second time, panting, hands clenching Irvine’s hips and slamming up into him. His balls hit his cousin’s ass with every thrust, and Irvine’s cock was bouncing in the air in front of him. Damon reached out and grabbed Irvine’s cock, finding that it looked neglected. It almost felt like bad manners not to jerk him while they fucked.
Irvine’s head fell forward, hands anchoring on Damon’s chest as his cousin planted his feet and began ramming his cock up into his ass as deep as it could go. Sparks flashed behind his eyes as. Damon was hitting his prostate with the efficiency of an experienced top, and whether it was by accident or talent, Irvine felt like he was about to start drooling.
Damon looked–and felt–high as a kite, eyes bright and dilated, skin flushed and sweating. Fucking had never felt this good, no one's body had squeezed his cock so exquisitely. And there was something about fucking someone with a big dick that was so goddamn sexy. His cousin was sexy. His whole family was sexy, and he wanted to fuck all of them, but he mostly wanted to fuck Irvine over and over and over. This was on a different level. Almost, but not quite, as good as when his daddy had made him cum. But by far, this was better than sex with any girl, anal or otherwise.
“Because incest is hot,” Irvine slurred, lids fluttering open and meeting his cousin's gaze. Green irises stared into the dark pools that were Damon's eyes, and the connection between them felt tangible. He said it as though the answer was obvious, and Damon had been stubborn and was finally coming around to his point of view. “You’re fucking your cousin’s ass, demon. Your dad and my dad are brothers. We took baths together as kids. We slept in the same bed at sleepovers. When we turned nine, I started jerking off thinking about you fucking me.”
“Oh, fuck,” Damon moaned, eyes squeezing shut, trying not to cum.
“I saw you at a party once,” Irvine continued, voice growing more raspy as he got closer to climax. “You were fucking this cheerleader. You're a stoner skater kid, and this preppy, Ivy League bound girl is letting you fuck her, because you're so fucking hot you're batting out of your league.
"You're upstairs, not even in a room. This little cheerleader is letting you fuck her in the hallway. You were high out of your mind, and I was drunk, but I remember exactly how you looked, fucking her against the wall, holding her up with her legs hooked over your arms.
"I was so jealous, Damon. I wanted to claw her eyes out. I wanted to be her. And it made me so fucking angry, I left the party. I called Brent to come pick me up, made him park on the side of the road and fuck me. He wanted to go home first, didn’t want to get caught, but I was so worked up that I begged him. I couldn’t wait. And you know what I did next?"
Damon stared up at the man, face so beautiful he almost looked androgynous, wringing more pleasure out of his dick than he knew he was capable of giving or receiving, and asked, "What did you do?"
"I screamed your name the entire time my big brother fucked me."
And that’s how Damon orgasmed his first time having anal sex with a man: on his back, his cousin riding him, telling him filthy stories about being fucked by his daddy and his big brother, with his hand wrapped around Irvine’s thick, leaking cock.
Damon cried out as he nutted in his cousin’s ass, and Irvine lost it, riding him in a frenzy, fingers clawing at his cousin’s chest while he continued to pump his cock. Every muscle in Irvine’s body tensed, and he looked like a god carved from stone as he blew his load all over his younger cousin’s chest and neck.
Author’s Note: Thank you so much for reading! I hope y’all like how this chapter turned out. Feel free to leave feedback in the comments 💖
I have one more chapter planned, and it might break it into two depending on how long it ends up being. This one got up to 3500 words...like, literally how. If y'all want more Damon/Emmett action, I'd probably write it as a sequel, because this story arc just feels like it's done. The "No, we shouldn’t!" "But I want to!" "But it’s wrong!” has pretty much run its course. I don't think Damon could have gone through this transformative sexual experience with Irvine and be like "This thing that makes me feel whole and connected and loved is wrong." Like, naur.
My plan is to write a spin-off featuring more of Irvine and his experiences in college and with his brothers/dad/maybe sometimes mom? (I’m not sure how y’all feel about vaginas, but something tells me maybe not all of you are down to clown.) Would y'all be interested in an Irvine spin-off? I may or may not have already written a scene of the sexual variety with his rugby coach…
While you’re waiting for the next chapter, feel free to check out Return From Sick Leave, something a little on the raunchier/kinkier side, or Charlie and the Himbos, which is quite lighthearted and bro-y.
Byeeeeeeee! 👻
