Tomtord; When you see it you'll shit bricks

Chapter 3: margret thatcher

He somehow managed to sleep through the whole 12 hour flight before finally waking up to see people leaving the plane, he looked around him and grabbed his bag and waited to be able to leave the plane. Once off the plane he made his way through the airport before finally getting a rental car. Now, just a 2 hour drive to Buttfucknowhere, Alabama.

Tom had just arrived at his family reunion and was giving hugs and kisses to all of his family. "I missed you all so much" he exclaimed to no one member in particular. They all gave him a warm welcome back home. "Oh Tommy we missed you so much" aunt Margaret said to him. He smiled and sat down on the couch. He scanned as more family members arrived. Before long he was tuning out the world around him before he heard in a very familiar voice
"Tom?" He turned around to see his boyfriend standing behind him somewhat horrified. "What are you doing here?" He asked.
"T-This is my family reunion..." Tom replied. Tord paused.
"This is also my family reunion..." Tord and Tom looked at each other waiting for someone to say something after that. They were horrified at the creeping realization pouring in. Aunt Margaret approached the boys.
"Oh Tord I missed you so much" She said hugging him, "Are you catching up with your cousin Tom? I have pictures of the two of you when you were just little kids!"
Tord was about to cry. He couldn't take it. Tom desperately wanted to leave and escape the situation.
"Haha thats so sweet Margaret i need to go to the little boy's room" Tord quickly said. Before sprinting down the hall into the bathroom. He looked at himself in the mirror before finally breaking down and sobbing
I SHAT ON MY COUSIN'S DICK.
Tord heard a knock on the door "OCCUPIED!" He shouted.
"Tord it's me-" Tord reluctantly let Tom in.
"Wha-" Tord was cut off by Tom's lips pressed to his. Tord pushed him away "What the fuck-" Tord was cut off again by Tom
"Look Tord. that was to make a statement. I don't care if we're related. I want to be with you. I'm in love with you. If you want to leave you can, but I sure as hell don't." Tord paused, Tord knew how he felt but his whole life he was taught it was wrong to feel this way. But he was moved by Tom's passion
"I- I feel the same way." His hesitant statement quickly became confident.
Tom hoisted Tord up onto the bathroom sink and kissed him passionately.
"Do you want to re-create what we did just a few nights ago?" Tom so forwardly asked. Tord remembered the poop. "I don't know if we should do that here-" It was too late. Tom had already shat. The odor wafted into Tord's nose which quickly gave him a boner. Tom had noticed what his fecal matter has done.
"I don't think we should do this right now, what if aunt Margret comes in?"
"Ol' thatcher won't see us."
But little did they know she was already in the doorway.
"What are you two boys up too?" Then she smelt it.
They were deer in the headlights. They didn't know what to do. Before they could process what happened she had kicked them out of the house.
"Fuck" They both said in unison.
"Well we have a few days to burn here in alabama." Tord said trying to lighten the mood.
"Yeah i guess" Tom replied.