Blood Wild - Sex Stories

Blood Wild

... is the man for me, we were meant for one another... even if we’re related.” Lee added the last in a bare whisper to her sister.

Slipping her arm from Lee’s shoulders and hooking it into her left arm at the elbow, the two sisters strolled on towards the parked car another block and a half down the street. Lee talked about not really wanting a big wedding like the kinds she had read about. She’d rather keep it small and simple, just a few friends and immediate family gathered for their vows.

They were still talking about weddings and things as they pulled into traffic and started to head on their way back home. At some point, Lee asked Deeny about herself and Yvonne. How did she see that working out, in the future. Deeny grew a little more serious, but remained smiling. She explained that their relationship was different in only that both were females. The feelings were the same as what Lee shared with Tom. They didn’t need to get married to prove that to anyone, even if it were legal, which it was not. Deeny and Yvonne would just keep it private and enjoy each other’s company as they grew old together.

Lee told Deeny that she was happy for her and Yvonne. They both kind of got lost in their own thoughts after that, and remained quiet most of the trip back to the farm. Lee made a promise to herself to call Tom when they got home. She really wanted to talk to him, she missed him so much.

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“So, you inherited this cabin as well as your farm?” Sylvia ...

... asked distractedly as she wandered around Richard’s fishing shanty while he put something in the kitchen and started sorting his fishing tackle and poles.

“Sure did. I remember coming out here when I was just a kid. My uncle and a couple of my cousins would do some night fishing. We’d have a little fire that we roasted marshmallows over and cooked hotdogs. The girls would tell ghost stories trying to scare me. Uncle Pete would just kick back and fish and let us kids have fun.” Richard said with a smile as he reminisced for Sylvia.

Sylvia bent over and pushed her hand down on the cushion of an old, really old, sofa that was in the front room. It creaked. Puzzled, she lifted the front edge of the cushion to see a pull strap. The sofa was a pull-out bed. “Interesting” Sylvia thought to herself, a sly grin forming on her face. While she had agreed to go fishing with Richard, mostly because he liked fishing, she really wasn’t interested in actually doing so. “I wonder...” She thought as her sly grin turned decidedly devilish.

Honestly, Sylvia really liked Richard. She didn’t think that their relationship was really something to consider long term though. She knew she would be going off to school and would have little or no time to keep in touch with the talk lanky young man. She hated that he would be alone, again... but she had to lead her own life. And getting away from this small town and her own family was a priority in her life.

Yet... Richard was so likeable. He was ...