Chapter 10

Axel

"Please forget everything, it’s wrong," Emma said, nodding in confusion and she closed the door on my face.

What did I do?

I leaned my forehead against the wood of the door as I sighed. I had a hard dick that threatened to explode, and it didn’t seem to calm down, as did my heart.

Even though I had done the biggest fuck-up of my entire life, my body wasn’t a complete disaster, my mind, which was usually in total chaos whenever I did something wrong, was now clean, calm, and totally quiet. As if she was my pill of tranquility. My cure for all the chaos that accompanied me daily.

How could I feel so wrong and at the same time so at peace with myself? What was wrong with me?

I was still attached to the door before pulling myself off and going to the bathroom, taking care of my rock-hard cock.

In my mind roared her groans in my mouth; my tongue still had her taste; I could still feel the feeling of her breast in my hand resting on the bathroom wall. At the same time, the other was busy, jerking me off violently; even though I figured it wasn’t my hand doing it, I just thought it was the contact with her; the touch of her pussy through her pants got me to the high.

I increased the rhythm quickly; in the bathroom, the sound of my hand pumping fast was also covered by the pouring water I had left in the sink to prevent someone from hearing me. In the end, I was at my uncle's house, and it wouldn’t have been appropriate for them to hear me jerking off about their daughter.

The thought of her seemed to make my dick even harder, and it felt like the marble in my hand as my body stiffened. The veins on my neck pulsated as I kept pumping fast until I reached the most violent orgasm of my life. I missed a low and guttural moan as I called her name and emptied myself, dropping all my sperm into the toilet. My balls were stiff, and it felt like my dick was spraying the sperm accumulated in my twenty-three years of life as if I had never come before.

I kept moaning nonstop as I came and came and came; I didn’t think there was an end to how long that orgasm had lasted.

When I finally relaxed, I sighed and threw my head back as I scooped my dick, dropping the last residue. 

If rubbing against her had given me that huge orgasm, I didn’t dare imagine what it would be like to come inside her. Because yes. I wanted it.

Now that I had tasted her and knew what it felt like to have her lips on mine to touch her, I don’t think I could ever get away from her.

Was it immoral? Absolutely yes.

Did I care? Absolutely not.

I didn’t care about anything. 

Never in my whole life had I felt as good as I felt with Emma in my arms, my mouth glued to hers, and our tongues intertwined. Even if it was wrong, even if everyone would see it as disgusting, I didn’t care.

I wanted her. I wanted Emma, now and forever. It had always been her. No one else could have taken that place that was meant for her. And I didn’t give a shit that we were cousins. I didn’t give a shit what Mom and Dad could say. I didn’t give a shit about anybody.

I wanted her and no one else. They would accept it or leave me forever.

I sighed with that new awareness in my body. I put my dick in my pants and went into the sink to wash my hands. I looked around. Everything was in order and clean, and then he went out of the bathroom, Going to Liam’s room.

First, I stopped in front of the other bathroom, where I could hear the water from the shower dripping. I knew that was Emma’s bathroom. So I glued my ear to the door, hoping not even I for what.

I could not hear anything but the constant sound of the water flowing; I was about to leave when the strangled sound of a cry of pleasure came to my ear, a cry calling out my name. 

A smile appeared on my lips, and I pulled myself away from the door, proud of myself.

Oh, mon amour, I’ll make him scream my name with my dick in you.

And it was a promise.

I entered Liam’s room and found him lying on the bed. Fortunately, the night before, I had stayed in his bed for an hour, so it might look like I had slept there all night.

"Where were you?" Liam asked arms crossed behind his head, his gaze fixed on the ceiling.

"Getting my phone back from Emma, she took it from me" wasn’t a lie, just a half-truth, "You didn’t sleep here," I said, trying to change the subject while I took off my shorts and started dressing.

"I spent the night with Ellen," he said.

"I hope at least you’ve emptied your balls enough," I said ironically.

"What about you and Megan? You emptied your balls?" his tone was more contemptuous than he wanted to sound, and I knew why.

"No. We had dinner, and I drove her home, no kisses, no caresses, nothing. Megan’s not my type," I said, then sat on the bed and put on my socks.

Liam moved behind me, "What’s wrong with him? Megan is perfect; you’re just an idiot who can’t appreciate the value of people," he said behind my back.

I raised an eyebrow, "Why don’t you empty your balls with her since she’s so perfect?" I said.

I hear him gnashing her teeth, "Because she doesn’t deserve a one-night stand, Megan deserves so much more, something I can’t give her."

"Why?" I asked, looking over my shoulder.

"Because I’m in love with Ellen."

"Are you? Because it doesn’t seem like it at all," I said, shrugging.

"And what do you know about love? You’ve never been in love with anyone"

Oh, you have no idea; if you had, you would have castrated me already.

I shook my head and put on my shirt with a sigh, "You too don’t even know what love is," I answered and then stood up.

I put my shoes on and looked at him while Liam was frowning as if he didn’t understand what I was saying to him. Sooner or later, he’ll realize.

"Shall we go out for breakfast?" he asked hopefully.

I shook my head, "I can’t; I have to go home and study; I have to prepare for the final exams," I said seriously.

"I envy you. You’re already done, and I’m a year away. You know I’m thinking about going to another office after college? I don’t think working in the same place as Mom is the right idea," he said, staring back at the ceiling.

"Why?"

"Why don’t we get along," he replied as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.

"You’re an adult; you might as well stop acting like one," I replied.

"She’s the one who’s not being an adult."

I rolled my eyes and walked to the door, checking that the keys were in my pocket. I stopped and looked at him one last time.

"Think about it, cousin, don’t let shit like that affect your future," I told him before I left his room.

My body was screaming for me to go to Emma, but I took over; I didn’t want to smother her, I didn’t want to scare her; I had to think, make something up to make it work.

I went up the stairs, and I went down fast.

"Where do you think you’re going? Liam!" I heard Aunt Jess screaming, and I froze at the last step.

I heard my aunt’s hasty steps as if she was running a marathon on which her life depended.

"Where do you think you’re going? You just got back!" my aunt yelled again, and I saw her head sticking out of the main hall. 

Aunt Jess was dressed elegantly in a suit with wide trousers and a white shirt tucked inside her pants. Her blond hair was partly tied on the nape and partially left loose and soft on the shoulders. Aunt Jess had her eyes full of fire, and if I were in Liam’s shoes, I would have shit my pants in front of her.

As soon as he saw it was me and not Liam, Aunt Jess’s eyes softened and froze, her arms crossed against her chest.

"Hey Axel," she said softly, "I didn’t know you were here; where did you sleep?"

"In Liam’s room," I answered immediately.

"I didn’t see you at all," she said, frowning.

I shrugged and looked her straight in the eye; I felt no guilt for what had happened between Emma and me, no discomfort. I couldn’t wait to get lost in his arms again.

I sighed, trying to drive those thoughts, and focused again on my aunt. "He’s in his room," I answered her silent question.

Aunt Jess sighed and shook her head, "Are you sure he won’t run away as soon as I leave?"

"It’ll be the first thing he does," I said as I walked down the last step and walked towards the door.

I heard my aunt move behind me, and then she came out with me, and she had this sad, almost desperate look on her face, and I knew it was Liam, but I couldn’t help her, I couldn’t help Liam. No one could do it because he did not let himself be supported by anyone; he wanted to make a mistake; he wanted to collapse and understand that he had made a mistake and get up on his own.

I sighed and put my hands in my pocket as we walked toward the gate together.

"You can’t do anything about it, aunt; he doesn’t listen to anyone; he doesn’t want to do it. Let him make a mistake; he’ll figure it out sooner or later."

"Easy to say; it’s still my baby; I can’t stand still and watch him self-destruct," she said in pain.

"I know, Aunt, I know," I said as I came out of the gate.

I turned to her and saw her close it with a thud, the bag in her hand, and then turned to me. She looked at me for a moment, gave me a sweet smile, put her hand on my cheek, and gently caressed it.

"I can’t wait for you to come into the office finally; I could take you under my wing and teach you," she said softly.

"I don’t think it will be possible," I admitted.

"Oh yeah, Nate. Well, if you want the best, you know where to find me," she said, rolling her eyes and taking her hand away from my face.

"I know, Aunt, but even if the best in the world came, I’d choose Dad," I said proudly.

Because in the world, there was no one better than my father; that was the reality. I would always choose dad over everything.

"You’re looking at the best in the world, baby," she winked, "I’ll make up for it when Alison finishes college and joins us," she said thoughtfully as she walked to her car parked outside her house, "Remember next week, grandparents party!" she yelled at me before getting in the car, "And remember it to my brother’s fucking head!" she added before closing the door.

I laughed and watched as his car pulled away along the way. I turned and walked to my car as I pulled the phone out of my pocket. 

No one would stop me; I would have passed over anyone to get her because I wanted her.

I opened the chat with Emma, and I texted her.

I jerked off in your bathroom, thinking about you.

I just sent them as I got in the car. Over everyone.