"Lauren," I whisper. "Please don't say things like that." She covers the mouthpiece with her hand."Mom wants to know if she can come over," Lauren says matter-of-factly. "This is your chance, Brandon," she adds. "Yes or no?""Seriously?" I ask, not believing that's really what mom said. Lauren is nodding so vigorously that her tits are almost shaking out of my shirt. "Fine, whatever you guys want," I answer, shaking my head because I don't know how we got ourselves into this."Brandon says come on over," Lauren says into the phone. "Okay, see you in a bit. Love you, too.""Mom's coming over!" Lauren says, jumping around like her own mini cheerleading squad."We should get dressed," I say."No we shouldn't!" Lauren admonishes me. "She knows what we've been up to and wants to come over and be part of it." I'm pacing the kitchen in my boxers, running my hand through my unruly hair."Please, Brandon," Lauren says, stopping me and pulling me against her. "Don't worry," she says, "It's goi
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