Blood Wild - Sex Stories

Blood Wild

... bit of hope that a second opinion, another test might prove the first one wrong. That was some nineteen years ago, not long before the annual Wilding dance that both he and Annie so loved to attend. That year, J.D. picked up a bottle, something that would become second nature to him. That night at the Wilding, he drank until he had passed out, but not before he had had an argument with Annie. She had tried to get him to slow down and even stop drinking. He had stormed off leaving her by herself.

It was much later that evening when Annie had found him sitting and drinking with some other men. He was so drunk by that point that nothing bothered him. She had helped him to the truck and had driven them home. I didn’t remember even going into the house, let along getting to bed that night. Looking back now he just grew more and more angry. Annie had and he had been separated almost the entire evening of the Wilding. Where had she gone, what had she done?

A few weeks after that Wilding night, Annie and he found out she was pregnant. J.D. was ecstatic. He thought finally things were working in his favor, and that perhaps this was vindication that that doctor and his tests had been wrong after all. He was a father. He strutted like a peacock for a time. However, after Tom was born, doubts and questions began seeping through that happiness to push him ever so slowly back into that dark place where he now lived continuously.

The boy looked nothing like him or any of his ...

... family, not even close. In fact, every time J.D. looked at the boy, he saw someone else, someone he despised. And, the older he got the more that resemblance became apparent. J.D. had grown up here, he knew everyone in Helton, he went to school with all of them. So, of course he had heard stories and rumors and gossip about people. Especially about Duke Simmons. He and Duke had never traveled in the same circles, so it wasn’t as if they were friends. Still though, a reputation, no matter how much blown out of proportion, still has a seed of truth to it.

In his heart, J.D. just knew, beyond a doubt, that Duke Simmons had fucked his Annie, and got her pregnant. He imagined that Duke probably laughed at him behind his back, knowing that J.D. was raising a boy that wasn’t his own. He was raising Duke’s bastard child. Some men would break with such knowledge, they would be weak and crumble. But not him. No. Not Jefferson Davis Branson, no sirree, he was going to get even. The darkness on his face grew even darker as he raised the bottle to his lips again and took another long pull of the whiskey. His other hand drifting down to his waist to finger the handle and hilt of the long knife and scabbard attached to his uniform belt. Yes… going to get even.

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Richard eased his old pickup truck into an awkward parking space near the entrance to the fair grounds. He was half in the grass and half on the gravel, but it was close to the entrance or exit depending on how you ...