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Disclaimer: The characters and events depicted in this story are entirely fictional. It contains potentially triggering content such as incest and sexual relations between minors. This work is intended as a healthy outlet for taboo fantasies. The author condemns abusive and illegal activities in the real world and urges struggling readers to seek help with resources such as StopItNow.
Zach sighed as he finally lay down in bed for the night. It was a sigh of exhaustion, not relief. The days after returning home from Costa Rica had been anything but relieving. His parents had put on a good face for a while, agreeing to stay in the same house to support their children. But any brief sense of peace was quickly falling apart.
Quiet disagreements between mom and dad over therapists and lawsuits and Aunt Claire had escalated into shouting matches. Gray had broken down in tears more than once, offering only a temporary reprieve to the household's tension while their parents consoled him. Zach felt smothered by Kelly's cloying concern and called things off between them, telling her he just needed time alone to deal with everything.
It was a half-truth. He was still processing what happened on Isla Nublar. How close he and Gray had come to death. Why he deserved to survive, but others didn't. At the same time, he felt somehow thankful for the excuse to end things with his girlfriend. Does that make me a bad person? he thought. I just don't want a relationship. I don't need one. I just need an escape from this hell.
Zach absentmindedly rubbed himself through his boxers, as a child might to self-soothe. He didn't want romance, or attachment; he only wanted comfort and release. In the harried days since the Mitchells' return to Wisconsin, Zach hadn't felt like himself. There wasn't the time or space for it. But maybe that's what he needed right now, he thought — to be normal again, like he'd never gone to Jurassic World to begin with.
The teenager felt his body warm, a familiar excitement in his blood as he touched himself through the thin cotton. Even the lightest touch seemed to excite him. It had been nearly a week since he'd last been able to feel this way, an aberration for someone who usually craved release morning, noon, and night. It wasn't long before Zach could feel the pressure of his sex against his underwear.
Images that had been pushed out of the boy's mind by recent horrors suddenly came flooding back, seeming to light up the dark bedroom with a familiar and comforting glow. Images of girls at school Zach had fantasized about countless times, images of girls he'd ogled in Costa Rica, images of his favorite porn videos. He felt his member swell as he remembered one video — a petite blonde moaning while riding a large penis. Almost as large as Zach's.
The 16-year-old enjoyed videos like that — wish fulfillment. His own limited sex life was decidedly unfulfilled. Kelly was a self-proclaimed devout Christian. Zach had thought he could change her mind about things, maybe even shake the foundations of her faith by tempting her with the size of his endowment. But one courageous dickpic proved disastrous, and almost ruined the relationship. "That's disgusting," Kelly had texted back.
Zach sometimes felt like a freak. He was beginning to understand that porn wasn't real life, and worried that his anatomy might not be very desirable, or even practical. The thought made his heart sink. He remembered mustering up the courage to reveal himself on Omegle on two occasions. He also distinctly remembered the girls' reactions. The first laughed and said, "That's way too big." The second looked horrified and immediately left the chat.
Pushing the bad memories away, Zach reached for the waistband of his boxers to free himself. He stripped and tossed his underwear aside, then focused on gentle strokes. He imagined himself with the little blonde from the video, making her cry out as he took her in every position he could think of. The teenager could feel his neglected seed churning. A pearl of moisture escaped his head and trickled down, down, down...
knock knock
The soft rapping on Zach's bedroom door startled him right out of his fantasy. He pulled the covers up over himself in an adrenaline-fueled instant. Before he could speak, his door cracked open, a high-pitched whisper cutting through the stillness of the night.
"Zach? Are you awake?"
The frustrated teen whispered back angrily at the short silhouette in his doorway, annoyed at his little brother's intrusion. "Yeah, why?"
"I can't sleep," Gray answered, his voice shaking just a little, as it had a lot recently. "Can I sleep with you?"
Zach sighed. The old Zach would have told his brother to grow up and remind him he wasn't a baby anymore. But things had changed. Gray was carrying a lot right now. They both were. It wouldn't be fair to make his younger sibling face the prospect of another nightmare alone in his room, Zach thought. Gray would need to develop that strength eventually, but so would he.
Besides, the little buzzkill is already ruining my boner.
"Fine. But just for tonight."
Zach could barely make out a small smile on the boy's face as he closed the door behind him. "Thanks," Gray whispered.
"Wait, hold up." The teen was acutely aware of his own nakedness and still-semi-hard erection concealed by layers of sheets and blankets. Even though Gray knew that Zach normally slept in the nude, the older Mitchell felt awkward about sharing a bed like this. It had been different when they were younger.
He eyed the red boxers he'd taken off. He could slip those back on, although the fly had been known to betray him before, offering an easy escape for his junk, especially at its morning hardness. But as long as the bedding kept him covered, that shouldn't be a problem, Zach reasoned.
Zach peered over at the dresser next to his bed. There were flyless briefs in there he could put on and not have to worry about the snake getting out of the bag, so to speak. They do make it really hard to hide my bulge... Zach realized. But again, as long as the bedcovers didn't betray him too, he should be fine.
What should Zach do?
A. Put on the boxers
B. Put on the briefs
C. Stay naked