Illicit Relations 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?
Bio
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.
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