=== Friendly warning: This story includes incest between a man and his father ===
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Harvey was bored to death as he watched the pendulum of the grandfather clock in front of him swing slowly. He was sitting on a bench right outside of his father's office, which served as sort of a little waiting room. It wasn't the first time he was waiting there... and he was sure it wasn't the last one either. Even though the fact that his father, the mayor - Jules Lawrell - dealt with many of the city's problems all day every day, his twenty-year-old son Harvey was by far his biggest headache. During Harvey's studies, there wasn't a single teacher at the academy who wouldn't complain about Harvey's attitude, lack of focus, or bad behavior at least a couple of times per year. Jules thought that once the young man finally finished school, he wouldn't need to be reprimanded for something stupid on a daily basis. But he was wrong about that - if anything, it had only gotten worse since then.
The clock struck five and Harvey sighed. He had been waiting there easily for a half hour already. Surely this waiting time had been part of the punishment for... well, for whatever he did this time. His fingers went through his unruly, brown hair in a gesture of frustration. Harvey might have been a menace, it was clear how objectively handsome he was under his unkempt appearance. A nicely toned body showed under his white shirt that was crinkled. His face wore a five o'clock shadow that he refused to do anything about no matter how many times his father asked him. And his eyes, although mischievous, were a beautiful color of lake blue.
Harvey played around with the suspenders on his chest out of boredom. He was just about ready to leave. His father requested his presence, so it was without a doubt that he would be fuming to find out that he bailed, but that didn't really matter, did it? He was in trouble already anyway. But just as the young man stood up intending to head out and leave, the door opened.
"Ah, young master Harvey. Going somewhere? I believe your father is expecting you."
Harvey turned around, annoyed. He recognized that voice immediately. It was Edgar, the butler who took care of the Lawrell family mansion. A tall man, slightly older than his father, wearing a suit, with a hair full of salt and pepper hair that started receding only slightly, which somehow fit his handsome face, and a nicely kept mustache. Unlike Harvey's father, Edgar was a calm, soft-spoken man, always collected, with a constant, pleasant, professional smile. Maybe that was the thing that drove Harvey up the wall about this man so much. The fact that he was seemingly unbothered by everything. Harvey's father? The young man knew how to push his buttons. But Edgar? Good luck with that!
"And if I was?" Harvey snarled back, "It's my home, isn't it, Edgar?"
"Of course, it is, Master Harvey," the servant replied, completely unfazed by Harvey's tone, "It's the mansion of your family and you may go anywhere you please. Although, if I may suggest, at this moment you may want to choose your father's office. He's ready to see you, and quite eager to talk to you."
Harvey clenched his fists. He really wanted to tell Edgar off and just walk away, but he also knew the conversation with his father was going to happen one way or another, and the longer he would push it away, the worse it would be for Harvey in the end. He turned to the door of the office and walked in with a swift step, walking past Edgar without even looking at him.
His father's office was pristine, as it always was, framed by shelves full of books, with a big, expensive-looking, massive wooden desk in the middle. Not a single inch of space went wasted, the room was full of various pieces of art - gifts from his father's various friends and political acquaintances. The space gave off a feeling of importance - and so did the man sitting behind the table.
Jules Lawrell was a stately man. Wide in the shoulders, wearing an elegant, fitting shirt and a pair of suspenders - his usual attire was very proper even for days when he didn't have to meet anyone important or when there wasn't a press conference. Harvey's father always said that no matter the occasion, it's important to look presentable. His brown hair with a hint of gray here and there was combed back, his goatee well trimmed and a single pocket tissue was nicely tucked in his front pocket. His clean look heavily contrasted with the upset expression on his face. Jules watched his son with anger in his blue eyes and his demeanor was anything but the collected mayor the town was so used to.
"Harvey!" he exclaimed once he saw his son walk in, and sharply gestured at the chair in front of his desk, "Sit the fuck down with us, would you be so kind?"
Harvey's eyes rolled back - his father was in one of his moods. He slowly dragged his feet towards the chair and sat on it, facing his father. It was far from his first time sitting in this chair getting a talking to, but ever since he reached adulthood, it just felt so much more humiliating and excessive. As he sat down, one could note the similarities between the father and his son - the color of their hair, the handsomeness in their faces, although Jules' was a little wrinklier - you could tell that the two were related. That was where their similarities ended, though. They could not be more different in their personalities.
Harvey turned as he saw Edgar close the door and then position himself in the corner of the room behind him, right next to the big window, with a straight posture and his hands behind his back. As he usually did, ready at attention in case his father needed anything from him.
"What the hell?" Harvey then turned to his father, ignoring the anger in his face, "You'll let him just stand there while you give me a speech? That's a bit patronizing, dad, don't you think?"
"Oh, is it?" Jules replied, raising his eyebrows, "Do you think that you're acting in ways that would deserve a bigger show of respect on my part?"
Harvey sighed and looked away.
"You look me in the eyes when I'm talking to you, young man!"
"Geez, dad", Harvey shook his head, groaning, "What is it this time?"
"Oh, you don't even know?" Jules asked, "Doesn't surprise me. With all the shit you do every day, from vandalism to public intoxication, I'd have my schedule full just trying to talk some sense into you for every little thing you do. No, as you may have noticed, I only call you into my office when you really, really fuck up."
"Soooo..." Harvey asked in a bored tone, "Are you gonna tell me, or what?"
Jules took a deep breath - his son always knew how to bring out the worst in him. He knew that the best way to counter his son's behavior was to keep his head on straight, but it was easy to forget at times like this.
"Linda Harrington called," he said, "Debbie Harrington's mother."
Now, Harvey's curiosity peaked.
"Her?" he asked, "What about her? I haven't talked to Debbie in forever."
"So I've heard," his father continued, his voice in the tone of calm anger, "Apparently, you have been ignoring her for weeks. She was trying to get in contact with you."
"That's why you called me here?" Harvey asked, his arms crossed at his chest, "To teach me gentlemanly manners?"
"No, you little brat, I called you here to explain to you the basics of biology you haven't paid attention to in school, specifically as to what happens when you stick your dick in someone and leave it there for too long," his father started losing his calm again, "You got the darn girl pregnant!"
Harvey, for a couple of seconds, was at a loss for words. He didn't expect that. His father took a little satisfaction from that - he was able to shut his son up for at least a few moments.
"Yeah," Jules continued, "And guess what? Her mother wasn't happy. You know how much of a chatterbox she is, right? If this anyone else but her daughter, the whole town would have already known that in addition to the disappointment my son already is, he's also a deadbeat father!"
Cold sweat appeared on Harvey's forehead. This was a big fuck-up.
"So..." Harvey asked, his defiance disappearing from his voice for a bit, "What now?"
His father laughed. How typical. Of course, now that the damage was done, the boy would turn to his daddy for the next steps. Unfortunately, he couldn't just rub his son's face in this one. Bigger things were at stake. And as much as he'd like to teach his son a lesson, he didn't want to watch him ruin his own life either.
