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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Jurassic_World_(2015)
  Relationship:
      Owen_Grady/Zach_Mitchell, Owen_Grady/Gray_Mitchell, Gray_Mitchell/Zach
      Mitchell, Owen_Grady/Zach_Mitchell/Gray_Mitchell
  Character:
      Owen_Grady, Zach_Mitchell, Gray_Mitchell, Claire_Dearing
  Additional Tags:
      Sibling_Incest, Severe_underage, Gray_is_ELEVEN_his_birthday_was_a_MONTH
      ago, Dubious_Consent, It's_Owen's_consent_that's_dubious_for_the_record,
      He_is_Not_Comfortable, small_penis_humiliation, Blowjobs, Snowballing,
      Eleven-year-old_with_a_seven-inch_dick, Let_me_live_dammit, Orgasm
      Denial, Spanking, Watersports, Involuntary_wetting, Subspace, Emotional
      Hurt/Comfort, Cozy_naps, BDSM, Claire_makes_a_full_recovery, And_has_a
      fulfilling_career_in_a_field_less_likely_to_get_her_eaten, Except_by
      various_Scandinavian_supermodels
  Series:
      Part 2 of What_I_Did_Over_My_Summer_Vacation,_by_Zach_Mitchell,_age_16
  Stats:
      Published: 2015-10-15 Words: 4000
****** Fun for the Whole Family ******
by AndaisQ
Summary
     After getting the raptors on their side, Zach and Owen return
     triumphantly to the Brontosaurus Cafe, where Claire and Gray have
     very different reactions to their new "relationship" status. In a
     nutshell: He wants in. And in he gets.
     OR
     Owen Grady finally meets someone worse at consent than he is; Zach
     finally takes a fucking nap; and they all live happily/traumatically
     ever after.
Notes
     Welcome back, sinners. If you haven't read the first part (Zach
     Mitchell's Best Vacation Ever), it's not mandatory, but if you like
     the sound of this you'll probably like the sound of that one too.
     A few notes, once again!
     Owen may occasionally seem to have any idea what he's doing. He does
     not. Be unlike Owen Grady.
     Gray does not act or react as an actual human child would or should.
     Human children are generally not interested in having sex with you;
     if they are, refrain from having sex with them anyway.
     Seriously, the lines of consent in this story are tangled beyond any
     repair. If you take any advice from it, then you are doing it wrong.
     Thanks for listening! Don't fuck middle-schoolers!
See the end of the work for more notes
Riding on a velociraptor is pretty cool, in Zach Mitchell's opinion.
Riding on a velociraptor while hugging a big teddy bear of a park ranger is
even cooler.
Riding on a velociraptor naked, while you recover from being fucked hard,
choked out, and having your balls pummeled mercilessly? Still cool – in many
ways, more cool – but not very comfortable.
Zach hugs Owen tighter, groaning and laying his head on the older man's broad
shoulder as the hunters race along. "Kind of wish your motorcycle was still
around, sir."
"Yeah, I'm gonna have to agree with you there," Owen mutters. "We'd be getting
there a lot quicker. Dinosaur rides are still pretty boss, though."
"It is cool," he allows. "Just not all that, uh, user-friendly. Especially when
basically every part of me hurts like hell. Not that I'm complaining."
Owen cranes his neck around to kiss Zach's sticky forehead. "Hell yeah you're
not. That was fucking awesome."
"Yes, sir," Zach grins.
"Whiiiiiiich brings me to our next point, which is: what the  fuck  do we tell
Claire?"
He grimaces. "Shit. Can we just... not?"
Owen nods sagely. "Great plan. What's your explanation for you having no
clothes and a face full of jizz?"
"...Okay, there are flaws. Should we just tell her the truth? I mean, you
didn't have much choice, and I did agree to it. The raptors would back you up."
"The raptors would back me up if I said I was the rightful king of Mars, your
consent is dubious in the first place and means fuckall to your aunt in the
second, and the no-choice argument kind of falls apart when the alternative was
waiting eight hours for a helicopter."
"But..." An idea strikes. "But that wasn't the alternative, the alternative was
both of us getting eaten. The raptors were closing in. You needed to strengthen
your control or we'd both be dead."
Owen nods slowly. "So, we lie."
"Like fucking  crazy. "
"D'you think she'll buy that?"
"I mean, she knows less about dinosaurs than I did, and you managed to convince
me that they wanted you to piss on me." Zach shakes his head lightly,
sprinkling droplets across Owen's face; Owen chuckles.
"Right, but you really only believed that because you wanted to. Subconscious-
like."
"And," Zach says reasonably, "I'm pretty sure Aunt Claire wants to believe
there was a very good reason why her ex fucked the shit out of her underage
nephew. Conscious-like, even."
"...You have a point, come to think of it. I get the feeling she'd like 'the
raptors made me do it' over 'sorry, your nephew's hotter than you are' by a
long shot."
He grins. "Now can we stop thinking about disaster scenarios and just cuddle?
My nuts feel like somebody was trying to make applesauce out of them, and Blue
keeps jostling me."
"Yeah, I guess." Owen frowns. "I can't help but think there's something we're
forgetting here."
"It can't be that important."
Sighing, Owen pets Zach's hair. "You're probably right."


The I-Rex escape really just put the cherry on top of Claire's week. From angry
investors to her assistant being murdered by pteranodons to being  trapped on a
motorbike with Owen Motherfucking Grady , it was a miracle that she hadn't just
started ripping out her no-longer-perfectly-coiffed hair. When they finally
camped out in the ruined Brontosaurus Café, she'd been absolutely delighted at
his plan to seduce the raptors into whatever the fuck his plan was. If it let
him take down that Goddamn overdesigned hunk of lizard and save her from even
five cents worth of the lawsuits that were about to get shoved down her throat,
she'd sacrifice a kitten to Slaanesh, and damn her allergies. She didn't notice
Zach had gone with him until it was too late to do anything about it but wonder
how the fuck she was going to explain this to her sister.
She had ended up playing a very tense game of chess against Gray. And losing.
By the second hour, she had spent more time with her tinier nephew than she had
in the past three years, most of which was spent in awkward silence.  He takes
after Karen, I guess.
By the third, she had politely excused herself to scream at the bushes, when
she heard the sound of approaching velociraptors.
This is how I die , Claire thought.  As a direct result of Owen's incompetence.
Somehow, I always knew.
As the raptors drew closer she reached a kind of peace with her imminent death.
If I am devoured by hungry dinosaurs, I won't have to explain this clusterfuck
to the investors. I will never again have to interact with my ex-boyfriend in a
professional setting. No one will ask me when I'm going to have kids as if it's
the fated endpoint of my life, ever again.
Her thoughts were interrupted by Owen's voice. "Hey! My plan worked! The
raptors are going to help us!"
"I knew it was too good to be true," she muttered, eyes still closed in
blissful anticipation.
"Huh?" Zach asked.
She opened her eyes slowly. "I said, boy am I glad to see you two. What kept
you so-"
She saw Zach.


"Wow. I've never seen anyone actually  faint  from shock before," Zach notes.
"Your aunt always was the dramatic sort," grunts Owen.
"So, uh, should we... wave something under her nose?"
Owen smacks his forehead theatrically. "Gee, I clean forgot to pack my sal
volatile today. Left it in my other coat, I guess."
"Well, we can't just leave her lying in the mud. Help me carry her in?"
Owen shrugs, dismounts Blue, and slings Claire over his shoulder like a sack of
heavily made-up potatoes. "Come on, then."
Wincing at the stretch on his sore spots, Zach dismounts as well. He follows
Owen, trailed by the pack. (And tries to ignore the feeling that the raptors
are staring at his ass.)
When Owen gets inside the Café, he lays the woman down on a formica counter.
"Well, she's out of the mud. What now?"
"Mister Grady!" shouts a young voice.
Owen freezes as he remembers what he had forgotten earlier. " Shit. "
Gray leaps out of the shadows and hugs him. "You're okay! I was hoping you
could get the raptors, I just know they can take down the Indominus, but I was
so worried they'd eat you too!" He pauses. "Where's Zach? Why's Aunt Claire
unconscious?"
"Well, um, Zach is- just outside. And Claire fainted because, uh, she... saw
Zach. He's kind of surprising. At the moment."
"Is he dead?"
"No, no, no!" Owen laughs nervously. "He's just, uh- he doesn't really... he
looks kind of funny."
The boy nods. "Is he maimed?"
"No, that's- no. Don't be creepy. Maybe I'd better show you." He takes Gray by
the hand and leads him outside. "Zach? Where are you?"
"Behind the bushes!" calls Zach, only the top of his head visible. "Not coming
out of the bushes!"
"Come on. We might as well get this over with."
"No!"
Owen sighs. "Rather not have to punish you in front of your brother, kid."
There's a silence. Then, cheeks flushed with shame, Zach stands up and comes
toward them, hands over his crotch.
Gray looks at him.
Gray nods. "Good job."


"Um," Owen says after a pause. "What?"
"Well, you found someone to display to the raptors as your mate," Gray
explains. "That's important. I was surprised you didn't have someone already.
And Zach found himself someone to abuse him like he always wanted."
Zach chokes. "W-what?!"
His brother rolls his eyes. "Come on, Zach. Your account password is our dog's
name with a 1 after it. If you wanted your search history to be private, you
should have practiced better information security. And maybe found a better
hiding place for your toys. And worked on not talking in your sleep."
Grinning, Owen holds up a hand. "Wait, wait, wait. He talks in his sleep?"
"Yeah. He's always moaning about needing people in his butt and that kind of
thing. It's kinda hot."
"It's... what?" Owen loses the grin, instead looking perplexed.
"Hot," Gray repeats carefully, as though talking to an even smaller child.
"Zach moaning is hot. I'm into it. Sexually." He gestures to his tented khakis.
"And I guess he's into it too," he says, nodding toward Zach's tiny erection.
"Aren't you like ten?"
"I'm  eleven, " he complains. "And I'm an early bloomer. Somebody in the family
had to be."
"That's still all kinds of fucked up. Also, he's your brother."
Gray shrugs eloquently. "It's nothing special compared to most of our family's
problems. And you're one to talk, Mrs. Robinson."
"Hey, sixteen is the age of consent here!" Owen objects. "I looked it up, like,
yesterday!"
"Yeah, because you care  so  much about Isla Nublar's statutory rape laws."
He nods reluctantly. "Fair."
"Anyway, this has mostly just been lead-up to asking: can I be the beta?"
Eyes widening, Owen backs away. "Holy  shit,  no."
"Your pupils are dilated," Gray notes, following along. The raptors hiss with
interest, circling closer in.
"Yeah, with terror! I don't want to fuck a middle-schooler!"
Gray nods sympathetically. "Is that why you have a boner?"
Owen flushes. "Let me clarify: I  am not going to  fuck a middle-schooler.
Because that would be  wrong. "
"How's it worse to have sex with me than with my brother? I mean, I'm asking
for it, and I really doubt he was. Out loud, at least."
Owen's back hits a tree and he looks frantically for exit routes. All are
blocked by predators. "It's still worse! You're not going to talk me into
fucking pedophilia!"
Gray shakes his head. "I can see that." He kneels down and unzips Owen's fly.
"I'll have to be more direct."
"Holy shit," Zach breathes. His hand strays down to his dick and he starts
stroking himself half-consciously.
Gray pauses mouthing at Owen's cock through the fabric to shake his head at his
brother solemnly. "Nobody said you could play with yourself. Would you say
that's a strike, sir?"
"Y-yeah," Owen moans. "Yeah, it's a strike. Please stop doing this."
"Nah." Gray grins and turns back to his work. He pulls Owen's jeans down around
his thighs and grasps his tool in both hands. "Boy, I knew it would be big, but
it's so different in person. May I taste it, sir?"
" God. " Owen's cock pulses, dripping a string of precum onto Gray's face.
"I don't think that's an answer, sir," Gray says innocently. He pumps his hands
over Owen's rod, squeezing hard as more slick fluid bubbles up from its tip.
Owen gives in. "Fucking Christ,  yes! "
"Are you ordering me to suck you off, sir?"
"Yes!" he growls. "Suck my cock, please, I can't take this anymore!"
Without another word, Gray begins licking the cock in front of him. He swirls
his tongue over the skin, up and around and back down again, before taking the
head into his mouth and flicking his tongue under its crown.
"Jesus, where did you  learn  this?" Zach asks. "That was  not on the sixth
grade curriculum when I was in junior high."
Gray ignores him, continuing to focus on Owen's rod. "Answer your brother's
question," Owen grunts halfheartedly.
He lets Owen's cock slip out of his mouth reluctantly. "No, I didn't learn it
from school. But I've got friends. And my friends have older brothers."
"Oh," Zach whispers as his dick pulses with heat.
"Sometimes I'd pretend they were you," he says conversationally. "Except they
were all too big, it broke the illusion. And I couldn't get any of my
classmates to let me do it. I bet I could've pretended with them. They're
littler than me."
"So you didn't just pull down their pants and have at it, then?" Owen asks.
Gray shrugs. "Well, no. You want this, you just didn't want to admit it; your
pupils dilated, you breathed more heavily, your penis got hard, all that. They
just didn't want it. There's a difference."
"How's that?"
"If you didn't want this, you'd have pushed me away by now. And then I wouldn't
be able to do  this. " He returns his mouth to Owen's length, opening his jaw
and closing his eyes as it slides all the way into his throat. His nose brushes
the thick red bush at the base of Owen's cock, and he looks up smugly as he
draws back up the shaft, leaving it spit-slick behind him.
" Fuck, " Owen breathes desperately. "Fuck, I'm- I'm gonna shoot."
Immediately, Gray pulls away until only the head rests on his tongue. He cups
Owen's heavy balls in one hand while his other strokes up and down firmly. As
the cock swells, he hums happily to himself.
Waves of bitter cum flood his mouth as the ranger groans. The pulses slow to
nothing, and he sucks out the last few drops.
"Are you done now?" Owen pants.
Gray shakes his head, his mouth still closed. He stands, grabs the back of
Zach's head, and pulls him down into a kiss. Gently, he parts his lips and
pushes the load into his brother's mouth. Zach swallows helplessly, shuddering
as his dick beads with precum for the fifth time tonight.
Grinning, Gray turns back to Owen and nods. "Now I'm done. I always wanted to
try that."
Owen sinks down until he's sitting among the roots of the tree. Blue nuzzles
his temple cheerfully, purring deep in her throat. "That was  unbelievably
fucked up. "
"Yes, sir," Gray affirms.
"Why did I do that?"
"You wanted it. You liked it." He shrugs. "It's hard to say no to something you
want."
"There's a difference between cheating on your diet and fucking a ten-year-
old!" Owen buries his face in his hands.
"I'm eleven. My birthday was a  month  ago."
"You have no idea how much that doesn't help, kid."
Gray makes a frustrated noise. "I  liked it.  I  told you  to do it. What more
do you want?"
After a silent moment. Owen opens his arms. "Fucked if I know. C'mere."
The boy kneels down to hug him. "Consent is hard," Gray sighs.
"You can say that again."


They sit there for a minute. Owen rubs Gray's crotch thoughtfully. "Did you
finish? Christ, can you even cum yet?"
" Yes , I can cum. I said already, I'm an early bloomer. But no, I didn't yet."
Looking at the tent in Gray's pants, he slowly licks his lips. "D'you want to?"
Gray breaks into a grin. "Heck yeah."
Owen's hands keep massaging the bump in Gray's khakis. "Jesus. You're real big
for such a little kid."
"Seven inches," he responds smugly.
Zach's jaw drops. "What the  fuck? "
"Language," Owen says absently. "But honestly, what the fuck? In what universe
is a middle-schooler allowed to have a seven-inch dick?"
The middle-schooler shrugs. "This one, I guess. Are you gonna suck it?"
"Yeah, yeah, give me a minute." Owen unbuttons Gray's pants slowly, catching
his cock and stroking it languidly once it pops out. "Got a surprise for you,
though. After I get done sucking you, I mean."
"Is it a pony?" Gray giggles.
"Nope!"
He scratches his head innocently. "Iiiis it that I get to fuck Zach?"
"Damn it, you're too smart." Owen gives him another stroke. "Ruined your own
surprise."
"You- what?!" Zach yelps.
"Come on," Owen grunts. "Your little brother is hung as hell and wants your
ass. You're living the dream, here."
"But- but this is  Gray . I can't- That's  wrong . That's- not  allowed. "
Gray  tsk s. "Honestly, it's not like you're molesting me or something."
Owen pats his hip comfortingly. "If anything he's molesting you, really.
Nothing to feel guilty about."
"You might want to feel guilty about the amount of thought you've put into it,"
his brother notes. "But in this case, you're fine."
Zach stammers a bit more.
"It's moot until I'm done sucking him off, anyway. Just use the next couple of
minutes to get used to the fact that your brother's about to be fucking you
senseless, alright?" With that, he lifts Gray so that the boy's petite hips
straddle his face, then licks his shaft from base to tip. Gray lets out a
startled moan, bucking into Owen's face.
Owen glares. "If you could try  not fucking my nose?"
"S-sorry." Gray laughs breathlessly. "You're strong. And, uh. Tongue."
"Where's that composure now that I've got you up here, huh?" His tongue swirls
around the head, dipping under the foreskin, and he grins into the boy's
crotch.
"I- you're, you're really good at this," he pants. His body shivers, twitching
forward spasmodically, until Owen grips his slim waist, pinning him in place.
"I think- I might-"
Owen pulls away, glowering, and yanks down on Gray's balls. The boy lets out a
catlike yowl of pain as his erection recedes. "Christ, you kids need to learn
some fucking self-control! You say you want to be the beta, you're going to cum
when I goddamn well  tell  you to cum, understand?"
Gray nods frantically. "Yes, sir! I'm sorry, sir!"
His captor shakes his head and shifts positions, leaning up straight against
the tree with Gray across his lap. "Not sorry enough," he mutters, yanking the
boy's shorts down to his scabbed-over knees. "But I can take care of that."
With that, his hand comes crashing down, leaving a stark white handprint on
Gray's ass.
"OW!" Gray squeaks. "That hurt!"
"Yeah, that's kind of the point?" Owen swats him again, grinning.
Gray bites his lip. "I-  ow!  I'm sorry!"
Owen rolls his eyes, keeping up a measured pace as he speaks. "You said that
already, kid. But the thing is, you can't just  say  you're sorry, you have to
show  me. Now, if you're a good boy and you take your punishment, then we'll be
done, okay?"
The boy sniffles, still trying to wriggle away, and doesn't reply.
Owen sighs and lands a smack dead-center on his left cheek. "Are we clear,
Gray?"
Gray yelps and forces himself to be still. "Yes, s-sir! I'll be a good boy!"
Owen smiles, rubbing the small of Gray's back under his shirt. "Good." Without
warning, he strikes again, and settles into a measured rhythm. Gray's bottom
reddens quickly, delicate skin heating to a glow under the unrelenting blows,
and his whimpers grow into sobs. The burn swells into an unbearable heat and,
paradoxically, his cock swells with it. Gray feels his muscles twitch and relax
as his body tries to relieve the pain, tries to thrust against the rough fabric
of Owen's pants, tries to  do  something.
After a few moments of that twitching, he abruptly remembers how long it's been
since he last peed.
His face flushing, Gray cries out, "S-sir! Mister- ow! Mister Grady! You have
to stop!"
Owen grunts. "That's cute." The next few slaps land even harder, and in quick
succession. With each blow, a spurt of urine leaks from Gray's hardon. He bites
his lip.
"Sir, I'm gonna-"
He's cut off by a cruel smack to his balls. " Self-control! " Owen growls.
With that, the dam bursts. He shudders and shoots off a volley of cum, and as
it spurts out, his bladder releases almost at the same time. He can feel the
piss flowing through his rigid shaft, washing out the aftermath of his orgasm
and flooding into Owen's jeans. In his shock, Owen's hand stops coming down,
and Gray is left suspended between the fire in his backside, the tears on his
face, and the steaming pool of urine spreading around his cock. Nothing else
seems to matter; in that moment, there's only hot, wet shame.
His face guilty, Owen lifts Gray up and hugs him, rubbing his back gently and
ignoring the two streams of wetness soaking into his shirt. "Sorry. I thought-
sorry."
Gray wraps his arms around the man in front of him, crying helplessly as his
flow stutters and diminishes to a trickle. "I- I'm s- I- sorry! S-"
"No, come on," Owen soothes. "I fucked up there. I got totally carried away,
and I thought you were going to come, and- man, I'm sorry. That just. Sucks.
Sorry."
For a while, Gray just sniffles into the fabric. Once he's done, he wipes his
eyes pensively, and gives Owen a small, watery smile. "You know, you're- you're
really bad at apologizing."
"I, uh. Don't really do it a lot." He scratches the back of his head. "But I
did fuck up. A lot. With that."
"I dunno," Gray hedges. "It was... kinda nice. In a fucked-up way."
"You're fucking kidding me," Owen breathes.
Gray squirms. "I wouldn't want to do that every day or something, but it was
cool!  Like, you sent me totally into subspace, and I'd only read about that
kind of thing before, and- it was cool!"
"You are the most fucked-up middle-schooler I have ever met. By a fucking
mile."
Gray doesn't bother to answer, just snuggles happily into Owen's jacket. It's
cozy there, and it smells like... Well, actually, it doesn't smell like Owen
anymore so much as sex and ammonia, but that's not so bad. He smiles and closes
his eyes.


Owen's not sure why this turned out at all okay. Tonight he's fucked two
teenaged brothers – well, one teenager and one preteen – and at no point has
God or whoever come down to personally smite him. At this point it just seems
like an oversight on His part. But whatever's making him this lucky, he's glad
of it.
Zach's asleep a few feet away. He probably fell asleep before the spanking even
started. He sets Gray down gently, picks Zach up, and holds both brothers close
to him. Zach sighs happily in his dreams, and Gray giggles sleepily.
He knows there's stuff to do. The Indominus is still out there, the raptors
need to gather what loyalist dinosaurs still wander the park for a surgical
strike, and there's a million other things he should be doing. But right now,
the velociraptors can wait. The tyrant lizard that stole Christmas can wait. He
could care less if all the armies of Hell come pouring out of the ground at
this very moment. Right now, he's got his boys, and they're all about as cozy
as you can get in a mostly-destroyed amusement park, and from where he is, that
looks like enough.


If there was one thing that could be said about Claire Dearing, it was that her
coping mechanisms were top-fucking-notch. There were, in fact, many things that
could be said about Claire Dearing; she was a brilliant businesswoman, she
could weather whatever life threw at her, and her skills at cunnilingus would
make Sappho weep. But most relevant, currently, was her ability to forget. When
traumatized beyond its capacity to repair, her mind would simply dump its
memory banks and shut down until it had fully recovered. This ability did not
often become necessary, but when it did, it was a godsend.
Claire awoke on the formica counter of the Brontosaurus Cafe and looked
blearily around. She remembered, faintly, going out into the bushes to have a
nervous breakdown. After that, there was only silence.
Gingerly, she swung her legs over the edge and stood, unsteadily, on the tile.
Of all the days to wear heels , she groaned internally for what had to be the
fourth time tonight. But her equilibrium was quickly regained, and she walked
out to examine the scene for clues as to what had caused her to black out.
She saw Zach.
She saw Owen.
She saw Gray.


When Claire awoke five years later, her sister told her that the stress of the
I-Rex attack had sent her into a coma. At the time she hardly remembered what a
dinosaur was, let alone an Indominus, so she couldn't really argue the point.
Still, she knew in her heart of hearts that – whoever Owen Grady was – it was,
somehow, his fault.
 
End Notes
     I thank you, once again, for blessing this heap of filth and sin with
     your viewership.
     This story took me three goddamn months. I have no one but myself to
     blame.
     Seriously, don't fuck middle-schoolers.
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