The Sweet Scent of Destruction
Author's Note:
Well… I promised a second chapter, didn't I. Well, I at least entertained it. I could go into a long spiel about what happened to my laptop and how I had been distracted with other work, but I'll skip that. And instead continue straight to the story. We're skipping a month or two into the future from where we left off (the exact amount of time is irrelevant). Please, enjoy.
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Zach sat panting and staring at the ceiling, reflecting on the past few months. The days had flown by so quickly, he didn't even lament the fact that school had started again. School meant that he had time alone with Claire.
She had moved into the house after the Jurassic World Incident. She had found a simple desk job, her expertise, but remained staying with her sister… and Zach. The two of them had little opportunity over the summer to be alone. Once school had started, they became ravenous, craving the hour and a half they had in the house alone.
Scott, Zach's father, had divorced Karen, Zach's mother, and left for a different state. Zach had not heard from him since the divorce finalized, but wasn't particularly upset. He came to realize in the weeks approaching the divorce that Scott was… well, he was an ass. Scott was mostly an ass towards Karen, but Claire was often on the receiving end of the man's scorn. Which did not sit well with Zach, who had started to despise his father after a particular argument three days before the divorce.
Zach shook his head softly, refusing to remember that day. He was alone with Claire; he shouldn't be doting on past tragedies. He came home an hour earlier than his brother Gray, who took an extra half an hour to walk home. Claire had offered to pick Gray up, but he refused, saying that he preferred to walk alone. Zach didn't think much of it; it gave him more time with Claire.
After the divorce, Karen had thrown herself into her job. Zach figured losing Scott was tearing her apart, but he could do nothing to help her. Claire had done her best to console her sister, but Karen continued to work long hours. They would sit down for dinner and then she would vanish into her room, not to be seen again by any of them until dinner the next day.
"What's occupying your thoughts?" Claire asked. Zach felt her touch his cheek with her soft hands, bringing him back into the real world. They shared a smile before Zach glanced back at the television, which cast the only light in the darkness of the house.
They had closed off the windows so they could watch a movie. "I thought you said you wanted to watch a movie?" Zach asked, playful smirk gracing his face. They had agreed to watch The Princess Bride, one of her favorites. She had been appalled that he had never seen it and insisted that they watch the movie immediately.
She returned his smirk, "When have you known me to just do something?" Zach chuckled. She had a habit of going over the top to please. "Are you not enjoying it?" she asked. They were both completely naked, her on top of him.
"I though you said it was a crime against humanity to not see this movie? It's your favorite, is it not?"
She laughed, "You're my favorite. You can see the movie another time." She left the fact that they only had a limited amount of alone time hanging in the air, unsaid. She continued grinding on top of him, having stopped to deliver her line.
Zach chuckled and thrusted upwards, causing her to cry out. His smirk widened, "It was just an excuse to provide some ambiance," he noted. She nodded, unable to speak with him continuing to thrust into her.
It only took a few minutes for the two of them to reach their zenith. They remained frozen in place as they allowed the ecstasy to wash over them. Eventually, Claire rolled off of Zach, panting heavily. They shared another glance but neither spoke. They were at a loss for words, as they always were after climax. It seemed as if life was perfect for Zach and Claire.
There had been some close calls, Gray coming home early or Karen just walking through the door in the middle of the day. Each time, they had just come off of their high and were busy cleaning up. Only once had Karen entered the domicile while they were in the middle of the act.
They had heard the lock click and reacted immediately. Zach haphazardly threw on a shirt and Claire dove under the cover of blankets, despite it being nearly eighty degrees outside. They flicked on the television just as Karen walked in the door. She passed them by, not sparing them a single glance.
Throughout all of the close calls, they had stuck with a simple rule: one climax and that was it. And, no matter what, they were cleaning up a half an hour before Gray was supposed to be home. And although there were dangerously close calls, they got by while sticking to these two simple rules.
But Zach was still feeling frisky. Claire leaned in for a kiss, which he accepted, but soon trailed off from her lips. He made his way down her neck and towards her breasts, eliciting moans from Claire. He circled the sensitive nub with his tongue and pushed her down, pinning her with her back on the couch.
"Zach!" she cried out. At the sound of her voice, he increased his menstruations, grabbing her other breast with his free hand and caressed it gently. He moved his left hand down to her throbbing sex and began teasing her there as well, overloading her pleasure senses. Her back arched, but she pushed him away. "Zach!"
"What?" he asked, confused to why she pushed her away. His eyes were half-lidded with desire, he wasn't thinking straight.
"Remember the rule," she warned. They had already reached their high, they couldn't risk going again.
"Fuck the rule. Tomorrow's Saturday, we won't be able to do this again until Monday," he said huskily. His breaths were hot against her skin as he went back to her neck, nibbling at a sweet spot he had discovered a few days ago.
She gripped his hair and let out a moan, but she was unable to pull away again. He went for another kiss, which she graciously accepted, before going lower, straight towards her center. Fuck the rule indeed, she smirked to herself before ecstasy spread across her face as he dug his tongue into her.
They were so focused on their pleasure that they didn't hear the lock click. The door was pushed open slowly and a small brown-haired boy walked through the door. "Zach! Aunt Claire! I'm home!" he called out. He left his shoes by the door and continued into the living room.
Claire heard the door open and whispered, "Shit!" to Zach, who seemed to be deaf to the world between her legs. But he heard Gray's yelling as he was coming up for a breath, her juices dribbling from his chin.
"Shit," he echoed. They reacted immediately, Zach throwing himself as far away from her as possible and she drew blankets over herself. Zach pulled his pants up, he had not taken them completely off, buttoning them, but not zipping them. He winced from the tightness, but steeled his expression as Gray walked into the room.
Gray walked into the room, eyebrow raised at the darkness until he saw the movie that was playing. "You guys watching a movie?" He seemed a bit upset that they hadn't waited for him.
"The Princess Bride, it's one of my favorites," Claire squeaked out. She cursed inwardly, she was still highly aroused. Zach was no different. Gray nodded his head and moved to leave the room to let the two continue their movie.
He noted that they had made no popcorn, sacrilege to his young mind, but was more concerned with the clothes strewn across the floor. "Why are your clothes everywhere, Aunt Claire?" he asked carefully. His calculating eyes took in everything and he made an important deduction: Aunt Claire was naked.
He noticed the look of worry flash across both of their faces, but he noticed the heavy blush on her cheeks. He looked over to his brother and noticed the same red across his cheeks… oh, realization spread through his mind, but he remained calm. It was better to let them think that they were getting away with it.
"I had changed before the movie. I was going to clean up after it ended," Claire explained. Well it wasn't technically a lie. Gray nodded his head and slowly backed out of the living room, letting them return to their movie.
After he had left, Claire breathed a sigh of relief, "That was a close one. Now you remember why we don't just fuck the rules," she hissed at him.
Zach sighed, "No. You don't know Gray like I do, I saw him. He made the connection, we're toast." Claire raised an eyebrow.
"You can't really say you know your brother when the Incident that changed your mind about him happened only a few months ago," Claire said.
Zach turned on her immediately, "Don't patronize me. He's my brother, regardless of when I started considering him as such. I know him."
She grew confused, "Still, you can't be absolutely sure. He might pass it off as nothing, there's no reason to think that it's all over." She smiled and touched his cheek again.
Zach shook his head, "Gray doesn't make mistakes like that. He's smarter than either of us, and he won't forget either. The one thing we can count on is that this will be a terrible dinner…"
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It was indeed a terrible dinner. For it never happened. The moment Karen got home she was ambushed by Gray, who told her of Zach's sins. She had actually asked Gray to explain what was going one twice, she couldn't believe it.
Swift in her wrath, she pulled Claire into her room and shut the door. Zach sat on the couch, television black, with Gray only a cushion away. They listened to muffled shouting and screaming. Zach could swear he heard crying. He had no doubt it was his mother. She had a habit of crying in situations like this.
"Why did you do it?" Gray asked quietly. He had been sitting with his hands in his lap and his head bowed. He had no idea what was going to happen to his brother or to his Aunt. But he hoped the punishment wouldn't be too brutal. But he was not naïve enough to believe it.
"I could ask you the same," Zach said. He refused to make eye contact with his brother, preferring to stare at the door Claire and Karen were locked behind. Zach gulped when he heard something shatter.
"This isn't on me, Zach," Gray turned to him, tears in his eyes. "Why did you do it?" Zach continued to stare at the door, not looking at the distraught Gray.
Why did he do it? Was it because he could? Because she was vulnerable? Because he could help her? Maybe because it was inevitable. "After the incident we needed something. We both needed something…" he looked away from the door and down at his feet.
Gray looked away from him and stood. He walked out of the living room and up the stairs, towards his room. Not saying a thing. But what he wanted to say hung in the air. Do you not think I suffered? But Zach heard one thing from his younger brother. Quiet sobs, the fear of the unknown.
Karen's door opened and Claire walked out. She looked as composed as ever, but she spared Zach a glance. She nodded towards the room she had exited, indicating Karen wanted to speak to him. Zach gulped as she walked away and shut the door to the guest room loudly.
Zach sighed and stood from the couch. He made his way slowly into his mother's room, not sure what to expect. He saw her sitting on her bed, facing the open doorway, glaring at him as he entered the room. He shut the door behind him, hoping that it would block out much of the shouting that was likely to come.
"How much did she tell you?" Zach asked quietly. She did not answer him, instead she stood and gestured towards the spot she had just occupied. She wanted him to sit. Zach complied, sitting on her bed, folding his hands in his lap and casting his glance towards his feet.
"Everything except your state of mind," she said. She walked over to a chest of drawers that sat near a window. The pale moon shone through the thin drapes, its light was overshadowed by the single lamp in the corner of the room. The lamp burned a harsh yellow, but lit the room rather well. No shadows slept in any corner of the room.
"I guess… I needed it," he admitted.
"Yes, that's what she said too. You know that she could accuse you of rape, right? You walked in on her in the shower, instead of turning away embarrassed, you decided to step in with her!" she hissed.
"She needed comforting," Zach said weakly.
"So you gave it to her in the form of sex? I'm angry at her for allowing you to continue instead of pushing you away, but I'm upset at you for even considering it! She's your aunt! Or does family mean nothing to you?" She glared at him, eyes red from crying. But she had steeled herself for her son. She would not cry for him.
Zach stood violently, "We were both vulnerable that night! Family means everything, that's why we took comfort in each other. Isn't that what family is supposed to do?" Karen blinked at him. He sat back down when his mother said nothing, just stared at him, speechless.
She sighed and sat next to him. "Incest is not something I want this family to be known for. I understand the feeling; I want you to know that." She touched his cheek and forced him to look at her. "You have to know that if this went public, she could be charged with molestation. I mean, for God's sake Zach, you're sixteen!"
"So I should've turned to someone my own age?" Zach scoffed. He tore his head from her hands and looked back down at his feet, hanging off the edge of the bed.
Karen looked hurt at that statement, "You should take comfort in your mother, not some floozy. I'm always here for you, Zach. Unlike your father." Her tone turned sour as if even mentioning him brought a bad taste to her mouth. But she pulled her son into a hug none-the-less.
"You were busy arguing with father that night. It was all just… a coincidence. I know, I know it was wrong. And it still is, but we have each other. We're able to drag ourselves through every day because of the other. I… I love her, mom," Zach admitted.
"How often do you… take comfort in each other?" Karen said, pulling away from Zach with a sigh. It was clear she was not going to be punishing him. But Claire was a different story. She might still be kicked out of the house. But Zach couldn't as long as he was still under-aged.
"Whenever we have the chance. Sometimes after school, sometimes in the dead of night if we're feeling lucky," Zach admitted. He took no shame in how often he and Claire had fucked, they had enjoyed it and if she was to be evicted, he at least wanted to be proud of it.
"And she sleeps with no other?"
"No."
"Nor you?"
"No."
Karen sighed, clearly thinking hard. "And do you enjoy it?" she asked, now curious. For her own sake. She knew that Claire had never had a man before, so that meant Zach was her first. And, she at least hoped, Zach had no one else either. So she was his first too.
"As does she," Zach exclaimed confidently. That was one thing he could be sure of. She wouldn't have risked getting caught if she hadn't enjoyed it. Either she really was that depraved, or he really was that good.
Karen nodded, still deep in thought. Finally, she turned to him, grabbed his chin and forced him to look at her once again. She kissed him deeply, which he returned. After a few seconds of kissing, he felt her tongue poke at his lips, causing him to pull away.
"What are you thinking?" he practically shouted. He had scooted a few feet away from her in shock. He stared at her, hoping this was some sick joke.
Karen looked at him, desire clear in her eyes. "I need comfort too, Zach. How is this any different than what you're doing with my sister?" she asked, crawling towards him.
"There's a big difference! You're my mother…" he said, but was cut off when she shoved him onto his back and mounted him.
"Please. This is no different than what you're doing with Claire," she grinned. She stripped off the shirt she was wearing, revealing her lack of a bra. She leaned down and pulled Zach's shirt off, "I'm sure you have both gotten better after all these months fucking, but I have previous experience…"
She let her voice trail off as she laid chaste kisses on his chest. She worked her way up to his face, breath hot on his skin. Is this punishment? he pondered to himself as she claimed his lips. When that devil's tongue came poking at his mouth, he had no choice but to let her in.
When they finally separated, both breathing hard, she whispered in his ear, "Prove to me that she enjoys it. Prove it to me… and perhaps I'll let her stay. And let you keep doing what you're doing." She nibbled at his ear. "I'll even keep Gray in the dark."
Zach sucked in a breath. He had no choice. It was him or Claire, and he so desperately wanted to keep Claire. If she was evicted and he followed her, Karen would take it public and Claire would be sentenced as a child molester. So he stayed with his back to the bed as she pulled his pants and his under garments off together, freeing his erection. He would suffer in Claire's place, and reap the rewards afterwards.
He had grown hard from his mother's menstruations and kisses. She removed the rest of her clothes, now they were both completely bare to the other. For Claire, Zach repeated to himself as she mounted him. She rode him slowly, but became exponentially faster. For Claire.
He thrust his hips up into her, no longer able to deny his own urges. Their session was agonizingly long. Karen took every opportunity to keep them both in the game, no matter how much Zach wanted it to be over. Each time he came close to climax, she removed him from her and changed positions, giving him a moment to regain his bearings. Until they started all over.
Hours and hours they fucked, Karen not willing to let Zach go… Zach not willing to give up. Finally, he seemed to have enough and took charge of the situation. He pushed her forward from their simple dog position so that her face was pressed into the mattress. He bound her hands behind her back with one hand and held her steady with the other.
Then he bore into her with all his might and speed, desperate for a release. No matter how hard her face was pressed into the mattress, Zach could still hear her moans and screams of pleasure. Sounds that he knew would haunt him forever.
He felt her convulse beneath him. Determining that his job was done, he pulled free of her. She immediately turned on him, pinning him to the bed once again. "How rude of me to finish and not get you off too," she smirked at him. She turned around and planted her wetness directly into his face.
He could feel her licking him, but he refused to do the same to her. She had already finished, and they would be here all night unless he did too. So he, reluctantly, gave in to his carnal desires and came for her. They let out a sigh of relief once it was over.
Zach easily flipped her off of him. She laid on the bed facing the ceiling with a content smile on her face. "Thank you, Zach," she said as he walked out of the room, not bothering to dress himself. "You may go to her." And he shut the door behind him.
Karen continued to stare at the ceiling. "I didn't think he had the heart to do it. He must really love her…" tears began to form in her eyes. She knew, she knew, that Zach could easily overpower her and get away. But he chose to stay, he chose to keep going in hopes he could stay with is beloved. He is lost, truly.
Zach opened the guest bedroom door to see Claire sleeping soundly. He smiled softly. He walked up next to the bed and climbed in with her, a longing that they had both been having for some time. But they had not been permitted to until now. "We're fine. We're going to be just fine," Zach whispered in his sleeping lover's ear. And he too fell asleep, missing the smile on her face.
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Light shone through the window, waking the pair from their slumber. They shared a smile and embraced, knowing that they would be forever together. No longer did they have to worry about hiding their love from Karen. And Gray would believe whatever his mother told him, but either way, it didn't matter if he knew.
They left their bed and headed towards the kitchen in search of breakfast. Karen's door was open, so they figured she must be up. She didn't work on the weekends, but she usually slept through them. Zach was thankful, if anything, his sin might've fixed his mother. It wasn't something he should have been proud of.
But they did not see Karen, nor Gray in the kitchen. Instead, they saw a note on the counter. Zach picked up the note and read it over.
Zach,
I'm so sorry for what I made you do. I thought that I could break you, but it seems your love for my sister is real. There's nothing I can do to change that. So, instead, Gray and I have left. Enjoy your time alone, I don't know when… or if, we'll be back.
-Karen
The note crumpled in Zach's hands. They were gone. Gone because of him. His sin fixed nothing. "Then what was it all for?" he mumbled to himself. Claire noticed his distress and approached him.
"Zach?" she asked, concerned. He turned to her and forced a smile before handing the crumpled note to her. She read it over, eyes widening. She tossed the note aside. It landed on the round in a heap, never to be looked at again. She pulled Zach in close and whispered in his ear, "It's okay, it's okay, Zach. Take solace in me, remember?"
And they did just that. They took solace in each other. On the couch and then on Claire's bed. They were alone, and they always spent their time alone together. But now they were permanently alone, and Zach wasn't sure if he was happy or upset. So he took comfort in the sweet scent of destruction instead.
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I could've easily ended this happily with only a few word changes, but I decided to have an unhappy ending. This story was… interesting to write to say the least. I would like to thank Jeremycrawford27 for this opportunity. I had never considered writing this specific pairing, I'm glad I at least go the chance to try an M rated fanfiction.
At the moment, I am busy. But I catalogall requests that I get and do my best to get to them as swiftly as possible. Jurassic World or something else I might know (just ask) if you wish to request a specific story. And, if you enjoyed this one, take a look at my other stories. They're not M rated, but they're decent (or at least I hope so). I would suggest the one called Tedium, but that's just my preference. Thanks for reading.