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High-pitched moans and pleads for more blast Adam’s ears through the headphones. The blood flow is barely enough to keep his erection up, and every stroke hurts more than the last. Despite that, he has been enjoying himself for almost 3 hours, though just enough.
The trivial warm and tingling sensation slowly builds up. He feels it at least 2 times a day, each time harder to make it come.
He’s halfway there when the right side of his headphones gets pulled.
“Adam!”
His finger smashes the Escape key down to pause the game. He covers his penis instinctively before looking up at his mother.
“Could you at least not make us barge in each time we need to call you?”
She looks at the screen. Although the game is paused, the translucent menu still shows most of the art behind it.
“My god, Adam. That girl could be your little sister. Please don’t tell me you want to—”
“I’ve already told you that liking something in porn doesn’t mean I wanna do it in real life. I’d never do anything to hurt her.”
Opposite to what people expect from a teenager, he always chooses his words wisely. He isn’t against doing something like in porn, and he will never do anything to hurt his little sister, but what if she enjoys it too?
He expects his mother to turn around and leave as usual. Instead, her frown becomes more prominent.
“I don’t know what to think anymore. You’ve seen 3 therapists and none of them fixed you. We don’t know how to make you stop.”
His blood boils. “Why do you wanna stop me? I’m not broken, to begin with, and I’m not hurting anyone.”
“Your mind is rotting, Adam! We’ve caught you masturbating everywhere in the house. We’ve found your semen in multiple places. I’m standing next to you, yet you still have an erection. I’m your mother, for God’s sake.”
Although he might be horny beyond society's standards, he isn’t dumb. He understands and agrees with the laws that forbid incestuous and underage relationships, but they’ve been taken to the extreme; they force him to suppress his human instincts. That’s not fair either.
“Enough,” his mother scowls. “You leave us no choice. You won’t enroll in high school this year. You’ll move out to your aunt’s and uncle’s ranch.”
Memories of his childhood flood his brain in an instant.
“What? They don’t even have electricity there!”
“That’s exactly why. They offered their help after I told them about your addiction. I don’t want to bother them, but it’s the only way.”
“I can’t believe it. You’re throwing me away.”
“I’m not throwing you away! Making you go hurts more than you can imagine, but seeing you like this is even more painful.”
A high-pitched voice comes from the door. “Mom? Why are you yelling at Adam?”
Adam’s mother turns around to walk to the door, purposely obstructing her sight toward him and the monitor.
“It’s nothing, Sweetie. Let’s have dinner. Adam, wash your hands and join us.”
His little sister manages to take a peek at him before his mother pulls her away and closes the door.
He drops his head on the keyboard, smashing several of its keys at once. He hears error and warning sounds even though his headphones aren’t on his ears anymore.
Why is his own family treating him like a disgrace? He’s only 15. He hasn’t hurt anyone and he doesn’t want to. It’s not his fault that he loves sex—or watching it, at least. The only problem that has been caused by it is struggling to have an orgasm. He needs more intense material as time passes, which is harder to find.
It’s of no use thinking about it. Once his parents have decided something, they won’t change their minds.
Adam takes advantage of the free time he has between packing his belongings to watch as much porn as he can. His penis has never ached this much.
The day to leave arrives.
His entire family sits in the car as his father drives out of the metropolitan area of the city. Fewer buildings appear on the sides of the highway as the hours pass. They then take a deviation into a dirt road, which they follow for another hour until a wired fence stops them.
More and more childhood memories invade Adam’s mind as his mother gets out of the car to unlock the wide gate. She pushes it open and his father slowly accelerates through. He waits for her to climb back in and resume their trip.
Finally, Adam’s aunt’s and uncle’s house comes into sight. It’s bigger than his home even though it’s a ranch. It has 2 floors instead of 1, and the amount of windows can’t be compared.
They slowly drive uphill for another couple of minutes before parking in front of it. They’ve just stopped, yet Adam already sees the part of the family he hasn’t seen in almost a decade.
His aunt, uncle, and 4 cousins wave at them with the widest grins he has ever seen.
The torture is about to begin… or is it?