Blood Wild - Sex Stories

Blood Wild

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“What are we going to name the baby... our baby?” Tom asked Lee as they sat cuddled on the glider on the back porch.

They had barely put any clothes on, Tom with just a pair of gym shorts, Lee wrapped in a light robe or housecoat this Tom’s mother had hanging on the bathroom door. Lee was curled into Tom’s lap, her head resting on his shoulder as she toyed at his chest with the fingers of her right hand. Tom had his left arm running along the top of the glider’s back rest, his right wrapped around Lee’s back and his hand resting on her hip.

“I don’t know... I was thinking we could maybe use parts of our mother’s names... What do you think about that?” Tom responded.

“Hmm... that’s a good idea maybe. What’s your mother’s full name?” Lee asked.

“Elizabeth Anne Branson.” Tom responded. “But everyone calls her Annie.”

“My mom’s full name is Caroline Deanne Simmons... She goes by Caroline but I always like Deanne... besides it sounds like Deeny too.” Lee said thoughtfully, smiling at the thought of honoring both her mother and her older sister if they used Deanne as a girl’s name.

“So... how about... Caroline Anne... or... Elizabeth Deanne” Tom offered.

Lee smiled warmly as she considered the two combinations. She particularly liked the second combination, partly because she liked the name Deanne... but Elizabeth sounded wonderful as well.

“I like Elizabeth Deanne.... but you know our girl would probably end up being called Dee... ...

... or maybe Elly...” Lee stated in mock seriousness.

“Yes... that’s likely to happen, isn’t it?” Tom responded in the same mock seriousness as Lee.

Lee giggled and swatted him on the chest before tilting her head over closer and kissing Tom on the lips. A slow tender loving kiss that made her sigh contentedly and lay her head back on his shoulder with a smile.

“What if it’s a boy?” Lee prompted.

“Hmm... that is a tough one. I mean... seeing as there is only one father between the two of us to draw names from...” Tom said solemnly.

“Does that bother you?” Lee asked timidly, pretty sure it didn’t but she dared to ask all the same.

“Not in the least, really. It’s bad enough that I’m stuck with the last name that I have, I wonder if I could change that even? I wouldn’t want to burden any child of mine anymore than that by naming him after that bastard.” Tom said with a dark calmness that belied his still deep-seated dislike or even hatred of the man who raised him.

They both sat lost in their own thoughts for a moment or two while Tom gently rocked the glider back and forth on the porch in the late afternoon. A light breeze caressing their bare skin almost lovingly. The sounds of their heartbeats accompanied by the singing of birds and the rhythmic squeak of the glider.

“Your full name is Thomas Lynne Branson... my daddy’s name is Gerald Lee Simmons... So, we have Lynne Lee...” Lee giggled lightly rejecting that outright. “Or... Gerald Lynne... Oh! How about ...