Sleepy Insomniac

Catch Up

Chapter 1

Tyler's bulge did something unexpected: it grew. A lot. He knew if he took the time to measure, it would be well past the furthest sharpie mark on the ruler kept under his keyboard, thus breaking his long-standing record of six and three quarters inches. Big, bulgy and silky smooth on the head, his penis felt like a bomb ready to burst. And this, he knew, was a problem. A BIG problem...(pun intended, he supposed).

Callie, his new "friend" on the hip new social networking site, PhotoBooth, wasn't just a new pretty face to add to his roster of coveted "attractive female friends list", she was a drop-dead gorgeous fox. The brown, curly, wavy hair that tethered down onto delicate shoulders carrying those too perfect, but definitely real breasts....it was a lot to take in. A pretty girl smile is enough to send most men into a vicarious sex-play written, directed and starring themselves, but Callie's smile, filled with perfect, real teeth and perfect, real features made men question how far they would go and how hard they would try to live out those perverted fantasies constantly reeling in their heads. Callie was, in short, someone that a grown, successful, respectable man...would die for.

What made Tyler's bulge a problem weren't the sexy pictures Callie posted of herself in her various poses wearing various, revealing outfits. It also wasn't the fact she was over five years younger than he was, at the ripe n' ready age of eighteen. She was, in Tyler's eyes, the worst possible PhotoBooth "friend" she could be. She was family; she was his cousin; and she always would be.

"...fuuuuck..." Tyler droned while trying to avoid rubbing his dick like mad. He wanted to do soooo many nasty things to her before he saw that last name, Poole, smacking the "friend zone forever" sack-harder than a marble bag full of...well, marbles-against his balls. But as most things tended to go with Tyler, his instincts won out over his morals and instead of shrinking, his hard-on grew fuCkING BIGGER. Tyler pushed it down, trying to hold back that desperate urge to stroke, slap and pull on his favorite body part.

Why...in THE fuck...does SHE...HAVE to...BE my...COUSIN?! Tyler didn't even recognizer her at first. The last time he saw her, at Thanksgiving, she was eight, and not even remotely hot. She was kind of fat, even. They played tag around their grandfather's chick coup. Then ten years passed. They were distant relatives, cousins he never really knew. Say hello, say goodbye, don't write, don't call. That was the agreement, in silent terms.

Then, Tyler remembered, Callie was Gary's daughter. GARY is Tyler's cousin, not Callie. Callie would be like...his second cousin? First cousin, once removed? Whatever...she wasn't as closely related as Tyler remembered. That counted for something, right?

Tyler unconsciously rubbed his penis. After a moments glory, he caught his hand bare-handed in the act, slapped it away with his other "computer" hand, and sat on both of them. His penis pointed out directly at Callie's picture. Her smile pulled it towards the monitor, making an already uncomfortable sitting position more awkward with his incestual instincts coming to fruition. Tyler pulled out his right hand from under his thigh and pointed his index finger at his penis.

"Alright, listen here you...sometimes we can't have the things we want. I know...I can relate. I pretend I have impossible-to-get girls all the time. And you know what? It's great. At first, anyway, but then guess what happens? Guess what happens after all the fun is over and I realize the thing I want, I'll never have? Well, it sucks. A lot." Tyler sat for minute, staring at his dick like it was a difficult child, and he eventually lowered his hand.

"You know, fuck it...you win" Tyler said to his penis, rather loud. He looked at the monitor and started to masturbate. Viciously. He gazed on the pixilated photos of Callie, picturing her perfect, streamlined neck and caressing her perfect skin with his nose. Her breath lightly rushed across his cheekbone as he spread her legs and-

"HEY!" Callie shouted on the PhotoBooth messenger service.

"SHIT!" Tyler yelped as he tried to pull away. He pulled a little too fast and his rolling chair tumbled over, spilling him and his half naked body onto the rug below. He didn't have much furniture and his living room was big, so it was surprising he tripped at all.

It's OK...nobody saw that, Tyler thought, much louder than necessary, in his head, at least. Blip. Another message appeared on the monitor.

Tyler quickly rolled up his pants, as if someone could see him, and stood up on his knees, facing the monitor.

"LONG TIME NO SEE!!!" Callie EXCLAIMED!! Tyler reached up to the keyboard, waited, and then slammed the laptop shut.

Yeah...too long... Tyler thought. His erection, hesitantly, started to fall.

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