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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

around." "And a spectacular ass." "Top of the line, yes. Are you finished?" "And those legs are works of art." "Cut the shit, Carl, or hurry up and get to the punchline." "And your face is okay too, I guess." "Likewise." Pam caught the edge of my boxers, slid those down too. "There he is. Your best bit." She leaned over, cupped my erection in one hand. "Hey there, little guy. Everything going okay? This jerkass not beating you up too much?" And my phone rang again. Pam sighed, let go of my cock, and sat back on the couch. "Fuck it, the moment's gone." We sat in silence until it stopped. "Same person, you think?" "Fifty bucks says Roger has got someone interested in the movie rights." "Nah, I made him cut that shit out. The calling-us part, anyway. I'd love to see celebrity-me and celebrity-you doin' it on the big screen." "Really? I think it's an awful idea. Maybe a made-for-TV piece of crap, but nothing in theaters. Who'd play me?" "What's-his-name. The hot guy from that pirate movie." "And what about you?" "I'd play myself, dipshit. No way am I gonna pass up the chance to fuck—" We both jerked our eyes back to the pile of fabric, which was buzzing again. "They're persistent." "Captain Obvious, showing his true powers once again." She leaned over, scooped up the discarded trousers. "Whoever it is, they picked, like, the second-worst possible time to do this..." I shrugged. "Just turn it off, then." She extricated the phone from its pocket, but her face soured on seeing it. ... "What, who is it?" "Says it's 'Farrington.' Probably some indignant uncle filled with self-fucking-righteousness, ready to read us the riot act again." "Not likely. Not at this time of night." "The bitch, then? Wasting a precious prison phone call to... well, fucked if I know, but I'm not answering." "I changed my number, though. Right before the show aired." The phone stopped buzzing; it resumed seconds later. Again. "Fine. One way to find out." She handed over the phone. "Your place, your cell, so you answer." I picked up the call. Faked confidence I definitely didn't feel. "Evenin'." "Don't hang up, Carlton. We need to talk." It was the voice I'd half-expected and half-feared, and the way my overpriced dinner started churning made me suspect I'd miscalculated those odds. "Dad?" Pam's face was steady, but her fingers dug into the cushions. I nodded. "Ffffff... okay. Put him on speaker." I set down the phone. "Yeah, okay, we're both here." "Your mother is quite upset with you." Pam laughed, if you could call it that. A single mirthless bark. "No shit. What clued you in?" "We spoke, this afternoon. We thought we'd raised you to be above this sort of vindictive behavior." Pam and I exchanged glances, and I tried to keep my tone even. "A career seems a fair trade for two childhoods, don't you think?" Anger bubbled up; I crushed it back down. It wouldn't help to let that out yet. "What's a little jail time next to what she put us through? What you let happen?" "We raised you as ...