Total pages in book: 71
Estimated words: 68920 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 345(@200wpm)___ 276(@250wpm)___ 230(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 68920 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 345(@200wpm)___ 276(@250wpm)___ 230(@300wpm)
Irritation bubbles up inside me. “Well, he can fucking bench me then.”
“Or,” he says as he pulls on a T-shirt, “you could get your head out of your ass.”
Leaving me with those words, he walks back into the bathroom to spend far too much time for a man on his hair. I’ve showered but only dressed in sweats after the game. I’m not going out no matter how much Nick pressures me.
The game was a fucking nightmare. I couldn’t catch anything that was slung my way and I couldn’t hit worth a shit. All I could think about was her.
My sister.
Rylie had texted before the game telling me about how some kids from school invited her to a party. She didn’t want to go, but Aunt Becky of all fucking people urged her to get out of the house and socialize.
I lean back against the pillows and read her newest text.
Rylie: Travis is here.
Jealousy flares as I think about the kid from the downtown block party. I didn’t like the way he looked at her. Like he wanted her. She’s not his.
She’s mine.
But she’s not. She can’t be. Having Aunt Becky nearly busting us was enough to scare the shit out of me. I’d lost my head and nearly fucked my sister. My dick twitches at the reminder. Her hand was so soft wrapped around my cock. I still think about her tiny nipple trapped between my teeth when I jack off in the shower. Truth is, I can’t get that night out of my head. I’m trying to be reasonable here and do the right thing. Because we wouldn’t just be social pariahs, we’d be breaking the law.
Fucking Missouri.
I dig my laptop out of my bag and pull up the website where I’d learned we could get up to four years in prison for incest. That’s what it is after all. Incest. It’s fucking unfair that aggravated rape only pulls in one more year in prison for a punishment but loving your sister is nearly an equal crime. What Rylie and I want to do is consensual. Safe. Doesn’t harm fucking anyone. According to the website, she’s of legal age of consent anyway. She’s just born with the wrong last name. The same last name. The same damn genetic makeup.
Clicking on Arkansas, because everyone always makes fun of people fucking their cousins there, I’m irritated to learn the law isn’t much different than ours. I expand my search to Kansas and Mississippi, finding more of the same. Oklahoma seems to have one of the more lenient punishments, but when I click on Montana, I lose my shit.
“No less than life imprisonment or one hundred goddamned years? Are you kidding me?” I roar as I nearly throw my laptop into the floor in fury.
Nick rushes from the bathroom and nosily looks at my screen before I can close it. “Incest laws? What the fuck, man?”
“Research paper for Ritter’s class,” I lie, anger still exploding inside of me. “You can’t marry your cousin or else spend your life in prison but, according to Montana, you only get up to ten years for making child porn. What kind of fucked up world do we live in?”
He laughs. Fucking laughs. “I don’t know, Hale. Fucking your cousin is some sick shit. Those nasty rednecks need to rot in jail. We don’t need them diluting the gene pool and sending halfwits into the world. There are enough brainless idiots running around this country.”
I glower at him. “It’s all societal bullshit.”
“Still fucking disgusting. Ritter’s an asshole for making you guys research this shit. If you need an example, send him a picture of Scottie Brown. That guy looks inbred.” He snorts. “I bet his mom fucked her brother. Nobody is that stupid without some tampering with the gene pool.”
Despite what Nick says, our team’s second baseman is not stupid. He’s better looking and a better ball player, which means it gets Nick’s jealous panties in a wad.
“There’s no proof that fucking your brother makes you have dumb kids,” I grit out.
He shrugs as he walks back into the bathroom again to fuck with his hair some more. “That’s surprising. But it’d sure make you ugly.”
“How do you figure?”
He leans out of the bathroom to shoot me a look of disgust. “Any kid who’s born to that shit is gonna get beat up every day of his pathetic life. One too many broken noses because your mommy likes to do her brother will make a kid ugly.” He finishes in the bathroom and stuffs his wallet in his back pocket. “You not coming out tonight? I met a couple of hot chicks in the lobby. Gina and Jillian. I’ll be a good best friend and let you choose your own adventure.” His brows waggle up and down.