Blood Wild - Sex Stories

Blood Wild

... the living room. He picked up the handset from the phone sitting on the cabinet counter and dialed the number he had now memorized by heart. The phone number for the Simmons’ household. The phone rang... and rang...

After a full two minutes and uncounted unanswered rings, Tom hung up the phone. It was obvious that no one was home to answer the phone. Disappointed, Tom turned to climb the stairs and go to his bedroom. He sat on the edge of his bed and let his mind reel. He was still sitting there an hour and a half later when his mother came to his door to check on him. Annie sat on the bed beside Tom and rubbed his back with her hand.

“Talk to me, Tom. Tell me what you’re thinking.” Annie asked, almost pleaded.

Tom sat there for a while yet, still quiet. She was about to ask him again when He surprised her with another laugh. It sounded more like a grunt really but it was irony in the form of sound. He sighed and brought both of his hands to his face and scrubbed it for a moment before speaking.

“For years, all I’ve wanted was to leave this place, to get away from the farm and mostly Dad... I mean J.D.” Tom corrected himself.

“I hated being here, listening to him belittle me and torture me day in and day out. I just wanted to leave. I didn’t, because of you mostly. I knew if I wasn’t here, he would take it out on you, mom. But I still dreamt of leaving, every day. Then... he died. He’s gone. No more hatefulness, no more hate. And... there’s Lee. I now have ...

... every reason to stay and to create a life together with her. I don’t mind being a farmer. I enjoy it, I’m good at it. And now... now I’m being taken away from it. It just doesn’t seem... right.” Tom finished sounding defeated or at least frustrated.

Annie continued to rub Tom’s back. She leaned over and laid her head on his shoulder. Together they sat in silence for a while more. Eventually Tom’s stomach growled and that seemed to snap Annie, at least, out of her pensive state. She straightened up and stood up from where she sat. Turning to face her son, she extended one hand and spoke.

“Come on, it might be getting cold but dinner is on the table and you need to eat. Sitting here moping isn’t going to change anything. We’ll think of something. Let’s go eat.” Annie said, motioning with her hand for Tom to take it and rise to go with her.

“Okay.” Tom said in the same subdued tone of voice as he took her hand and stood to follow.

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The next morning, a Saturday, the day broke cloudy and with promise of rain. She wasn’t sure if she had awakened before the alarm clock went off, so Lee just laid still, not daring to move lest she need to sprint to the bathroom to throw up again. At the moment she didn’t feel the overwhelming nausea that she’d been experiencing for almost two weeks now. One thing she did know for sure was that her older sister was in bed with her.

The warmth from Deeny’s body snuggled up to her own was comforting, her right hand resting ...