Blood Wild - Sex Stories

Blood Wild

... with her mouth closed. Duke had seen that look before, all too many times in the past, usually when he was about to catch hell for something he had done. He thought, well, this may have been something I did. Setting the coffee cup down gently on the work bench, Duke knelt beside his fuming wife and laid his left hand tenderly on top of hers, still in her lap.

“Caroline... baby... I know it will be like... like pouring salt into a wound... but we should speak with her, if just to know for certain. It would be as much for the kids’ benefit as for ours. We... we have to know for certain, beyond any doubt.” Duke spoke softly, his eyes never leaving hers.

The chewing motion stopped, but her mouth and lips remained tightly sealed even if her eyes softened as she continued to stare into his. Finally, she swallowed, perhaps her anger or the bitter words that she had held inside concerning this subject. With swallowing... her tension eased and her facial features all softened.

“If it did happen, it was long ago. I can’t change the past. I can only try harder to change the now and going forward. You know I’m trying, you are the reason. You and our girls. I want to be a better man... a better husband and father.” Duke professed.

Caroline lifted one hand up and caressed Duke’s cheek. She blinked and nodded her head slightly in agreement. Duke smiled softly and nodded his head slowly as well until his forehead was touching hers. It only took a small rotation of their necks ...

... and then their lips were joined in a soft sweet kiss. It was just a single kiss, not a make out session. After a moment of closeness, Caroline made to stand up. Duke rose to his feet and gave her his hand to assist.

Caroline held out her hand, palm up. It took Duke a moment before he realized she was waiting on the coffee cup. With a wry grin, he picked it up and surrendered it to her small hand. She smiled sweetly and walked across the shop to the door and paused.

“I’ll... Give Annie a call this evening. We can set up a time to meet with her and where... to... talk.” Caroline spoke softly but with conviction.

Duke remained silent but nodded his understanding to his wife. She returned the nod and then went out the door of the shop to go back to the house. Duke leaned heavily back against his work bench and sighed. He brought both of his big rough hands to his face and scrubbed it before running them back over his head to grasp the back of his neck.

“A son... I have a son...” His mind kept repeating. “Not only do I have a son, but he is in love with his sister, and she is in love with him.” Duke thought back to that day so many, many years ago. When he and Caroline were caught fooling around by his older sister. Duke... Gerald then... had loved his sister, sure, as a sister, and that was stretching it a bit considering how badly he was treated by her and his other siblings. But he was never “in love” with her, even when he... she... they... did what they did. And ...