The Duchene Estate, Leighton, England, (1762)...
More than a week had passed since that most peculiar day Noreen had asked Alain to meet her at the docks and they ended up sharing a bed at a local tavern. Alain could not get over the dirty looks he received when he exited after spending more than a few hours with Noreen. He could never tell if it was because he was of noble standing or if it was the act everyone had perceived he'd been up to that made them all dislike him. Noreen seemed to pay them all no mind as she escorted him from the docks and back to the areas where he'd been accustomed the traveling. Alain saw his way to stealing another series of kisses before she parted going on her way as she had so many times before as he ventured back toward home. Before parting she insisted they meet at the old grove before he was scheduled to depart as it was her favorite place for their encounters. He didn't tell her that he thought the same as he turned his attention toward getting home with the promise of meeting her there when the time came.
At the present moment, Alain was readying his supplies for the upcoming expedition. He had never been to the New World nor had he been properly trained for life on a sea vessel, but he was still looking forward to it. His father seemed to be pleased about the chance to get to share the details of his work with him but made it clear that life at sea was no romantic adventure when reality and all its harsh designs set in. Alain assured him that he'd been ready to meet whatever challenge came his way and that he fully intended to make him proud.
It was a clear day and a particularly bright morning. Alain decided to join his family for breakfast as it had been a while since he'd spent time with the family and he felt he owed it to his mother to attempt to be civilized before the announcement of his departure with his father on the latest expedition. He couldn't imagine that his mother would be too pleased, she dreaded the ocean and everything that came along with it. It was the very reason her trips to and from her home country of France were so limited.
As Alain made his way toward his bedroom door, he was treated to the unwanted sight of his wayward cousin standing before him wearing yet another gaudy outfit, this time he seemed to prefer an insane amount of ruffles and yellow, from his waistcoat to his trousers. He wore dark brown boots of expensive leather and a frilly yellow feather on the end of his equally grotesque-looking hat which was black.
"I was wondering when you were going to finally get out of bed," said Cornelius as he pushed his way into his younger cousin's bedchambers.
He seemed impressed with the simplistic yet oh-so-masculine decor as he saw his way to flopping down in his cousin's large brown four-poster bed. Alain rolled his eyes attempting to ignore the blatant round of teasing as Cornelius lounged about in his bed.
"Such a shame I got here so late...I was hoping to catch you in your small clothes before breakfast." taunted Cornelius with a mischievous twinkle behind his dark eyes.
"I am quite happy to disappoint you swine now get out of my bedchambers," growled Alain his body growing tense in the wake of this pompous arse invading his privacy.
Cornelius chuckled a bit before folding his arms behind his head and smirking in anticipation of just how irate he could make his "favorite" cousin.
"Would you kindly take your leave I intend to be on time for breakfast." insisted Alain further annoyed that Cornelius thought he could just bully him when they were so far along in age.
Cornelius seemed all the more amused by the indignation that filed across his younger cousin's face.
"Make me." he dared with his dark eyes alight with another flicker of mischief.
Having had enough of the games, Alain crossed the room toward his bed where he began to attempt to wrestle the smarmy sod out of his bed with the full intention of throwing him out the door and possibly over the balcony for good measure. He had not anticipated how crafty Cornelius would be as the miserable sod expected Alain to charge him and turned the tables in a maneuver that had Alain struggling to get up as Cornelius's body pinned him to the mattress.
With his face now turning red, Alain attempted to get up only for his older cousin's heavier body to pin him down further.
"Get off me you fucking sod," growled Alain even more furious than when the little wrestling match began.
Cornelius didn't seem bothered by all of the hostility, on the face he seemed to relish it all the more as he found himself in full control while straddling his younger cousin's body.
"You were always my favorite." he taunted leaning down to forcefully kiss the irate Alain on the mouth as his lower half ground into the struggling younger lad's waistline. "Best cock I ever had truthfully...I wonder just how big it's gotten since our time in the corridor."
Alain glared murderously at the bastard that invaded his home and attempted to sit up once more only to be pushed back down via Cornelius as he seemed determined to have his way. He could do little aside from gasp when his wayward cousin's free hand traveled below his belt and into his trousers freeing his cock from the confines.
"Oh he has grown quite nicely," said Cornelius with a sadistic grin. "And is still as beautiful as when we first met."
Alain continued to struggle as Cornelius began playing with his cock hating that he had not been able to overpower the bastard in this most embarrassing situation. Just when he thought it couldn't get any worse there was a knock at his door and he instinctively knew it had been Geoffrey coming to fetch him for breakfast.
It was enough of a distraction for Alain to throw Cornelius off him and quickly make for the door tucking his cock back into his trousers as he did just before opening it. Geoffrey was at the door like always with a confused expression filed across his face. He had enough scares when going to retrieve Casimir most mornings.
"I'll be down in a moment Geoffrey, Thank you for the wake-up call," said Alain swiftly as he set about slicking back his wayward brown locks and straightening his attire.
Geoffrey nodded and took his leave to tend to his other duties. Alain turned his attention back to Cornelius who seemed to be pleased with himself.
"Saved by the servant." he taunted as he climbed off Alain's bed and made his way toward the door.
Still very much irate, Alain was having none of it as he very violently shoved his unwanted cousin against the wall of his bedchambers and kneed him in the groin causing the older lad to whimper and fold into the ground.
"You so much as think about touching my cock again or venturing into my bedchambers again you poof son of a bitch, and I'll slit your throat at the fucking dinner table and no one will mourn the loss," growled Alain before promptly kicking his already downed cousin in the back as he curled up into a fetal position.
He took his leave of the gasping and trembling Cornelius and made his way downstairs with the rest of the family.
Alana looked after him as he made his way down the final step, while she and the rest of the household were already seated for breakfast.
"Is Cornelius not wishing to join us this morning?" she asked still searching for her estranged brother's eldest son.
"Cornelius isn't feeling so well this morning and has decided to linger in bed," replied Alain as he took his rightful place at the table.
No one seemed bothered by the fact that Cornelius was absent as they each enjoyed the freshly prepared meal amid casual conversation. Reginald seemed to get an idea as to why his detestable brother had not been able to join them and simply smiled raising his glass of orange juice to his favorite cousin.