Blood Wild - Sex Stories

Blood Wild

... mother had called. He was up this morning before her and left the house to find a dark quiet place in the barn just to sit… with his thoughts.

School today was out of the question. As much as he wanted to see Lee, and hold her… the thought of her being his sister… or even half-sister… made his heart hurt. Especially after what they had done, both the kissing, and then Friday night at the Wilding. IF it was true, that they were blood related… it was so wrong. So very, very wrong. Having hidden away in the barn all day and thought about everything in his life, Tom had come to the realization that he needed to talk with his mother. She, more than anyone else would be able to tell him the truth, and give him guidance.

So, here he sat. He had heard her come out of the house this afternoon and get in her car and drive away. He assumed that it was to go to the market in town for something or other. Maybe she had received a call, about J.D. and had to go to the Sheriff’s station or something. He wished he knew… but did it really matter?

Sitting on the top step, his feet one step down, Tom’s forearms were resting on his knees with his hands clasped together almost as if he were praying. His head was bowed and his shoulders slumped in a look of downtrodden despair. Whenever he closed his eyes, he saw her. Lee. Those bright blue eyes shining as she searched his soul with them. The joy he felt the first time she looked him in the eye still present in him even when he simply ...

... thought of her and her eyes.

The sound of a vehicle slowing on the road and turning into the gravel driveway shook him out of his reverie. Tom looked up to see his mom’s car crunching its way up the drive towards the house and the barn. She pulled up close to the porch rather than to the shed where the car was usually kept parked. Annie got out of the car and opened the rear driver side passenger door to retrieve two paper sacks. Indeed, she had gone to the market. Turning around, she closed the door with a bump of her cornflower blue sundress covered hip. As she walked towards the porch, she studied her son.

Annie was aware that Tom had not gone to school this morning. While he thought he had risen before her, he was mistaken. Annie had been up most of the night, fretting and worrying about the inevitable confrontation that she was going to have with J.D. whenever he did come home. She had been sitting on the sofa in the living room, just off the kitchen in the dark, when Tom had come downstairs and slipped out the back door. She had stood and come to the kitchen and to the back door and watched him cross the yard to the barn and go inside.

A mother knows when her child is hurting and it hurts her as much if not more than the pain they feel. She reeled at the sorrowful demeaner expressed by her son. She hoped she was wrong in her suspicion that he might have overheard some of what Sheriff Potter… Gerald… had told her yesterday. Or what she had told Gerald. Even if he ...