Page 48 of Hale
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. Thesamelast 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.
“If I don’t pass this class, Coach will really kick me off the team. I’ll have to catch you next time,” I mutter as I snap my laptop closed.
He swipes his keycard off the dresser and shakes his head. “Your loss, man. But when I bring them both back to the room, you stay in your bed. I won’t share then.”
“Got it,” I grumble.
As soon as he’s gone, I text Rylie.
Me: I don’t like him. Be safe.
The dots move on the screen as I stretch back out on the bed.
Rylie: He’s nice. I gave him a hundred bucks to get me a fake ID.
Me: What the hell do you need a fake ID for?
Rylie: So I can go to bars with you once I move out of this dumb hell hole.
I relax at her response. The idea of her going out with Travis pisses me off. But the idea of Ry and me bar hopping together isn’t a bad one.
Me: As long as you promise to only go with me, heathen.
Rylie: I wouldn’t dream of going with anyone else.
And this is where shit gets hard. Literally. I’m imagining a night of drinking and dancing at the night clubs. Rubbing against her as we dance. Dragging her to a dark corner, lifting her dress, and fucking my sweet sister against a dirty bar wall.
I slide my hand into my sweats and grip my aching cock. With my free hand, I text her back.
Me: I fucking miss you. Three weeks is too long.
Rylie: If Aunt Becky would kindly remove her claws from me, I’d drive down there when you get back from traveling and see you.
Imagining Rylie in my dorm room gets me hot, but then I’m instantly pissed thinking of Nick hitting on her. I know him. He’d try to fuck her and then I’d have to fuck him up.
