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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

for an instant. If you did, it'd be a lot less funny for me to call you dickless." "Ah." "Because you wouldn't have a dick." "Right." "Because I'd have ripped—" "Yes, I get the picture, thank you." Pam reached for the bottle, tipped a little more into both glasses. "Here's the way I see it. And you're free to disagree, even though I know I'm right and you're deluded." "Kind of you." "One: the reason we started spending time together was because of Mom. And the reason we started throwing shit in her, and her god's, face was obviously because of her too. But the key word there is 'started.' We could've fucked once, done the show, and moved on." I faked a sneeze. At her glance, I shrugged. "Allergic to bullshit." "If you're gonna rip off movie lines, at least pick ones that aren't literally horse jizz. And, anyway, that's my point. You can't imagine doing that, right?" No deliberation, no need to think about it at all. "Nope." "Right. Mom was the catalyst and we're the parts keeping it going. She started the reaction, or maybe she just sped things up; after that, it's all been on us. Basic chemistry." "Chemistry?" "I did more than just beat up bullies in high school." "News to me." "Anyway. Two: we've got more in common than a shared hatred of the bitch-queen of the universe. Like this." She gestured towards the low-budget explosions on screen. "Like laughing at stuff that isn't funny. Like the shit we had to put up with growing up." "Bad movies and a bunch of shared family ... crap. There are worse things to build on, I guess." "So maybe stop worrying about whether or not things will fall apart, and spend some time making solid foundations. We're not trying to make a skyscraper; we can afford to try out different building materials and shit." She paused. "Metaphor got a little out of hand, huh." "Maybe a little." "That ease your concerns at all? That we're terrible people, but we have a less-terrible life together, and it's not all just pissing in the wind?" "Yeah, it helps." "Great." Pam punched me in the shoulder. "Enough talking. That's, like, barely on the top five list of things to do with mouths." "What else is there besides drinking and oral sex?" "I dunno, fucktard—maybe shove your tongue down my throat?" My mouth twitched in an almost-smile. "Chemistry, bad metaphors, and making out. High school all over again." "Your vapid slut of a teen girlfriend ain't got shit on me, bro." Pam shoved me sideways, and I let myself fall back across the cushions. "Here, lemme prove my point." I tilted my chin up and met her descending mouth; brief, light kisses, little moments of contact. She shifted, ended up sidesaddle atop me, one hand bringing my head even closer to hers. We kissed again, still just lips, longer this time, long enough for my heart to pick up the pace and for Pam's weight on my crotch to be more than just distracting. "I believe," she said, as we lay nearly nose-to-nose, "that I said something about tongues?" I smiled up at her. "Happy to ...