1. Fifteen Years without Parole


    Date: 8/29/2015, Categories: Fiction, Incest, Male/Female, Teen Male/Teen Female, Author: Unknow user, Rating: 71.9, Source: sexstories.com

    harder, and literally nothing else in the world mattered. The house could have been on fire and I'd still not want to move because I'd just found out that a gentle scrape of a nail right underneath that raised patch of pink made her inhale more sharply than usual and that was something I had to explore. "You'll never work in this country again, and whatever money you've made won't be enough." She had one hand on my chest, the other down where we were joined, her fingers working at her clit as mine kept tending to her breasts. "You'll be sued for defamation, and for libel. Legal fees will add up, and there will always be more lawsuits on the horizon." And the movement changed—gentle circling gave way, all at once, to true riding, to sharper movements, forward and back, speed and power taking the lead. Cowgirl. Riding. Well, might as well keep up the metaphor. Pulling my legs in, just enough to give me some leverage, I bucked. Met Pam's motion with a thrust of my hips, somehow driving deeper. Her hand curled closed, nails gouging my chest. Her eyes were open again, and she mouthed something that might have been more. Couldn't be sure. Things were happening fast, now. And he was still talking. "...mental illness, so you'll never have health insurance. The foolish things you did as teenagers will come back. Strings will be pulled. Favors will be called in. Your mother's reach, and my reach, is greater—" Whatever else he said, whatever other threats and warnings he tried to pass ...
    on, were lost as she came, out of nowhere, faster than I'd expected, mouth open in a silent cry, hands tense then limp, convulsing with the throes of the orgasm. Well, great. She won. But I was gonna finish the race too. I dropped my arms, grabbed Pam's waist and took over, sliding her as much as I could, thrusting up again and again, trying to finish but not quite there, not quite— "Ah." Half sigh, half stifled shout, the sound seemed to wrench itself from her lungs, and she fell forward, head colliding with mine, pain forgotten as she mashed her lips into mine and shook in my arms. A double. First time she'd had one. Fuck yeah. And that was the tipping point. The weight of my sister's body atop me, so much skin on skin, sweat and spit and who knows what else between us, and her abandoning herself to pleasure—all too much, or maybe exactly enough. I pulled her close, breath hitching, cock pulsing, feeling the release. We drifted back, eventually. Recovered enough to process simple words again. "And all of that is just the start. From this moment on, you won't have a moment's peace. Unless you recant, and apologize." "Is that everything?" My voice sounded strange. Couldn't tell why. Maybe just how tired I felt. "Everything you wanted to say?" "Yes. This is your last chance. What do you have to say?" Pam took my face in her palms and dragged me up long enough for a final kiss before we both flopped back, exhausted. "Bring it on, shithead." "I told you to watch your—" "And go ...
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