Blood Wild - Sex Stories

Blood Wild

... daydreams of Lee. The kissing in the auditorium had blown his mind. He had dreamed of Lee before, but now that he’d tasted her lips, nothing he could dream would ever be as good.

He was closing his algebra textbook when Tom heard his father’s old truck roll to a stop outside. Leaning over and looking out his bedroom window, he saw J.D. lean over the back of the truck and pick up a spool of barbed wire. Tom got up and went downstairs as he knew the old man would be yelling for him if he didn’t. Since he was big enough to walk, Tom had been treated as a pack animal, lifting, moving hauling stuff.

Tom had both hands in the pockets of his jeans as he walked with his head down across the yard from the back porch to the barn where J.D.’s truck was parked. The old man had just stepped out of the barn and paused, hands on his hips and a scowl on his face. He grunted and then walked to the back of the truck and dropped the tailgate.

“’Bout time you got your lazy ass down here. Grab those spools of wire and put them in the barn. Then get this box of nails and put it with them. Now you’ll be able to restring that fence around the pasture by the road. I’m tired of those damn cows getting out.” J.D. Gruffed as he continued to scowl at Tom.

“Yessir.” Tom spoke quietly, his voice tight with barely controlled emotion.

Tom knew that any work like that was always left to him to do… his dad was good at giving directions but never one to do any work himself. Tom hefted up a roll ...

... of the barbed wire, one in each hand and headed towards the barn. As he was going through the doorway, he saw J.D. slip a bottle out of the truck’s cab and take a long pull from it.

After Tom had unloaded the wire and nails and a few other things that the old man had brought home, he was told to “Git on back up to the house.” Tom stuffed his hands in his pockets so that the old man wouldn’t see them balled into fists as his anger boiled just under the surface. He turned when he heard the truck’s door slam shut and the engine fire to life. The old man put the truck into gear and drove back down the driveway and turned onto the road.

“Where’s your Pa headed to?” Annie asked from the screen door on the back porch.

“I don’t know mom, he didn’t say.” Tom responded as he watched the truck’s tail lights fade as it went around the bend in the road.

Tom turned and continued walking to the back porch. He turned and sat on the steps, his right leg bent at the knee with his foot on the second step, his left stretched out straight, his heel resting on the ground at the foot of the stairs. He heard the screen door creak open and out of the corner of his right eye, he saw his mother step down and settle on the steps next to him. She had both knees tucked up with her feet on the second step, her dress and apron pulled down over her legs and her arms wrapped around her knees.

Glancing to his right he saw his mother’s head resting on her knees as she studied him. Tom thought he ...