Blood Wild - Sex Stories

Blood Wild

... All the more reason to stay and finish school before you make any big decisions. You’ll both be graduating in the spring. Think about it, talk about it. You can come to any of us, either of you, to talk or ask questions. There’s no one on earth that loves you more than we do.” Caroline finished and squeezed Annie’s hand in hers knowing that she was speaking for both mothers.

The tension in the room seemed to evaporate. There were shy smiles all around and soon conversations were being had about everyday things. Annie and Caroline carried on like they had been best friends for life. Tom and Lee were making eyes at one another. Duke still felt a little removed from everyone else but at least felt more at ease now. He excused himself to step outside for a bit of fresh air.

Lee got up from her seat and moved down next to Tom and they had their heads together speaking softly as lovers are want to do. Lee noticed Tom’s continued glancing at the screen door and realized that he so very much wanted to go speak with her father... his... their father. She smiled sweetly and kissed him on the cheek and told him to go, get acquainted. Then rose to stand beside her mother’s chair and join in the conversation with the ladies.

When Tom pushed through the screen door, he found Duke sitting on the top step of the porch, much like he himself often did. Duke looked over his shoulder, more for confirmation than curiosity. He had a feeling that the younger man would join him... Duke, ...

... both dreaded it and was excited by it... what to talk about, where to begin?

Tom settled to the top step to Duke’s left. He brushed off his jeans at the knees, just to have something to do, then clasped his hands together and rested his forearms atop his knees. Behind them the sounds of three women talking ebbed and flowed through the screen door, highlighted by the occasional laughter. Both Tom and Duke smiled at that.

“It’s good to hear laughter.” Tom stated. “Haven’t heard much of that around here for a while.” He concluded as if to explain.

“Son...” Duke began, pausing as the double meaning of the title really hit home. “I’m sorry for your loss of...” Duke struggled but couldn’t think of how or what to call J.D. “I don’t know what to call him. Now that I know that... I was your father. He was your dad though, right?” Duke asked.

“I grew up thinking he was my father. I didn’t know any better. I didn’t understand why he seemed to hate me though. If it hadn’t been for my mom, I’d probably have run away years ago. The man was a bitter old bastard. Nothing I ever did was right or good enough for him.” Tom lamented a little bitterly at the memories.

“I never had much to do with him, myself. Even when we were younger, we didn’t run in the same circles. It’s kind of funny in a way. I mean we went to the same school, lived in the same county, and this place isn’t very far from my own... yet we were strangers.” Duke said softly in a contemplative voice.

“Yeah... so ...