Blood Wild - Sex Stories

Blood Wild

... his battered old John Deer ball cap in the other. The permanent grimace on his face was accompanied by knitted brows and suspicious eyes. His only acknowledgement to Tom’s presence was an almost silent grunt as JD took his seat at the head of the table. Tom stood stoically behind his own chair waiting until his mom had set the last of the food on the table and then took her own seat.

JD immediately reached for the bowl of biscuits but a stern reprimanding look from Annie halted his hand in mid reach. It may have been one of few things that she brooked no argument over and tolerated no exceptions, but grace was holy. No food would be consumed or even served until it had been blessed by saying grace. JD’s grimace soured just a bit more but he held his tongue. Tom reached his left hand out to his mother and bowed his head as she spoke the blessing solemnly. When she said “Amen” they then waited until JD had his plate full before passing the rest of the food between themselves. They all ate in silence for the most part.

When JD had his fill, he grunted when he went to pick up his coffee cup. Annie stopped eating and got up to refill his coffee without comment. Tom glanced furtively between them, and shook his head ever so slightly but held his tongue. He hated that his mother got so little respect from the old man. It’s all he had ever known though, even from his youngest years she never seemed happy, at least around her husband. It was never spoken about though, so Tom ...

... really didn’t know the reason or reasons for it. It just was, and he felt sorry for his mom.

After breakfast, Tom knew he only had a short time to get his morning chores done before he caught the bus to school. Slopping the hogs, feeding the old mule, counting the cows and calves and making sure none have gotten out of the fence. That last was done at almost a run as the morning was slipping by quickly and he really didn’t want to miss his bus. Not only would the old man be pissed, but he’d have to walk to school and hope someone would pick him up along the way. He had done that before, and it was a long walk.

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“Come on Deeny!” Lee whined in aggravation as her sister nudged her out from in front of the sink in the bathroom.

Lee was trying to tame her frizzled mass of blonde curls with a hair brush. The hot humid air last night and of course sleeping on it simply made her hair a mess. Deeny on the other hand was more interested in washing her face and brushing her teeth. The two fussed and argued nearly every day as they had to share the bathroom each morning. Deeny’s hair was thicker than Lees, taking more after their father than their mother. Her hair was dark brown and pulled into a pony tail.

“I told you. You should have braided it last night before going to bed. Now scoot over so I can rinse my face. And hurry up! We’re going to be late!” Deeny spoke around her toothbrush.

Finally, after struggling with her hair brush as long as she could, Lee ...