“How ‘bout that?” Stack says. Sammie's bent back, just slightly, Smoke’s knee pressing against his spine. Sammie’s mouth is open like he’s going to start singing again. Stack feels the warmth of his underwear, then the warmth of his skin. Sweat is rolling down his temples, and Sammie is looking at him in the eye. “You should answer my brother when he asks you something, Sam.”
“What?” Sammie’s mouth is opening and closing and he’s looking a little dazed. He laughs again and Stack laughs too. “So what I wanna go to Chicago? You did…”
go somewhere (or, Sinners Kinktober Day 28: Incest)













