Author notes:
This is a short story, (for me anyway). The 750-word challenges are pretty lame but I figured I would, at least in spirit, attempt a minimalist story. Sorry, but in my opinion, a story isn't a story without a little generic backstory, so there is a very short one included.
Most details such as names and descriptions were purposely omitted, leaving you to use your imagination as to the size of the breasts, the length of the cock, the color of the hair and skin etc. In other words, fill in the blanks with your own fantasy of what these people look like.
This story does have an ending, but I did leave enough details for a myriad of story arcs to keep it going. I have way too many projects in limbo to ever work on this further, so if another author wants to continue this story or even write their own, better version, all I ask is that you give a shout out to this story if it inspired you.
This story is possible, but improbable. It's got some elements of non-consent but barely. All characters in this story, participating in sex or not are over the age of 18. This story is meant to be humorous and not taken seriously and is only here for your entertainment. I hope you can suspend your disbelief and enjoy it.
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Zack walked in the door of his parents' home for the first time in years. It's not that he hadn't seen his parent's or his sister in all that time, it's just that he hadn't returned to his childhood home since before he left for college. He saw them every year, usually meeting them for vacations throughout the year and without fail he would see them when they went to their annual Christmas holidays at their grandparent's vacation house in Vale, so this wasn't going to be a long-lost reunion.
Zack was a recent graduate of Harvard Business School and now lives in New England after having graduated from college two years prior. While in college he made friends with some very wealthy students who were impressed by his intelligence, leadership capabilities, business acumen and most important of all his shrewdness.
One of his wealthy friends' father owned a failing company and after having met and been impressed by Zack himself, gave him the top position at the failing company as CEO. Since, this wealthy man had many businesses, he figured he could use this as a way of testing him. The theory being that if he could prove himself and turn the company around, that he would have bigger and better opportunities for him in the future with his one of his more successful companies.
His friend's father's faith in him wasn't misplaced because two years later he turned the almost bankrupt company around and it was now, not only profitable, but was set to break record profits in its sector.
Not being a silver-spooned, trust-fund baby growing up, neither was he ever poor, he would describe his upbringing as middle-classed at best. Growing up, he had lived in the same suburban Southern California neighborhood all his life and never had moved from the same two-storied, three-bedroomed house until he left for college.
As wealthy as he had become recently, traveling across the country was not a budget concern. Regardless, he didn't enjoy flying anywhere unnecessarily as he hated airports and especially hated being tied to a chair for hours just to get from point A to point B. And, in this case he could add that he also hated visiting his old home. He hated LA traffic, he hated its run-down pothole ridden streets and when he left, he didn't ever look back. As a matter of fact, he couldn't think of one thing there that he missed that he couldn't get in New England barring the great Mexican food.
If not for his sister's graduation from high school, he would not have come at all, but he loved his sister and wanted to support her as she celebrated her once in a lifetime achievement.
The moment he walked through the door his sister rushed into his arms and hugged him fiercely. Right away he noticed the cause of her distress as his mother and father were screaming at each other in their bedroom upstairs. The argument seemed to go on and on but it was garbled as his parents had their door closed and the tone and volume of their voices didn't stay consistent.
He noticed words and phrases that were being thrown around, but he could not place their context. Phrases like, "...get me pregnant...", "....fuck me any more..." and others were shouted but what it was all about he could only guess. Maybe one of his parents was having an affair, was the best he could string together.
"What are they fighting about?" he asked his sister, Cindy.
"What they have been fighting about all year!" she exclaimed. "Mom wants another baby and is pissed that dad won't give her one. Apparently before they got married, they agreed to have at least five children even though mom really wanted ten. To her, five was a compromise and it was the minimum she would accept from her future husband. Mom accused Dad of welching out of the deal after she had me."
"Let me go talk to them," he offered, then had an idea and handed her the keys to his rental. "Why don't you head over to the mall and go shopping or something?" he asked, handing her five hundred dollars.
She looked at the gift skeptically, but he laughed and pulled out a present from a carry bag he had in his right hand.
"This is your graduation present. So, no, I didn't forget," he said, then explained, "That is for an outfit, or whatever. You know, for your big day tomorrow. Get what you need."
She jumped at him excitedly and grabbed him around the neck and pulled him down so she could kiss him on the cheek. She ran to her downstairs room to put her present away so she could unwrap it later after her graduation, then rushed back and jumped on him, wrapping her legs around his waist, and pulling his head closer so she could kiss him all over his face.
"Thank you, thank you, thank you," she gushed. "You're the best big brother in the world!"
"And don't you forget it," he laughed. "Oh, and try not to come back for a few hours eh?"
She nodded vehemently, "Oh don't worry. Three hours minimum. Call me if you need your car before then, K?" she asked and rushed out the door in a quest to spend every cent - her favorite hobby.
Zack did not carry any luggage with him since he had dropped everything off at the hotel he was staying at. Unfettered, he closed the front door and walked purposefully to the stairway to confront his parents. Just as he did, he heard his parent's door open and slam followed by his father hustling down the stairs.
"Zack!" he exclaimed, turning bright red in embarrassment. "I thought you were going to call so we could pick you up."
"Nah, Dad, I decided to get a rental and booked a hotel at the Marriott down on Beach Boulevard. I know you offered to let me stay here and all, but the hotel is only a couple of miles away and they have a nice king-sized bed," he explained.
"I don't blame you son. Your old twin bed probably doesn't hold the same appeal now that you're a big shot CEO, right?" his dad joked.
Zack shrugged an acknowledgement, "You want to sleep on my old bed, Old Man? I'll sleep with mom on your bed if you want," he smirked.
