Blood Wild - Sex Stories

Blood Wild

... head still buried under her pillow… and the music kept playing.

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The dinner table was a little quieter than usual this night. It would have been downright somber had it not been for Lee’s exuberance and excitement over the upcoming Wilding dance. Her momma had already said that yes, she was old enough to attend this year, even if she really didn’t like the idea of it all. Caroline hadn’t been to it herself for many years. She had her reasons but she never told anyone what they were. This year, however, she would go too.

Deeny, smiled at the talk, a halfhearted smile at best, more of a polite acknowledgement really. She hadn’t said whether or not she would be going herself. She was still shaken a bit from the dance and the near rape from two years ago. Only her mother knew about that though. Duke remained quiet. His head was down and he didn’t make eye contact with either of the three women at the table. He knew he was in the doghouse with Caroline, but that was nothing new. Fresh on his mind however, was the incident last night, and nearly getting shot. Whenever he thought about it, he had a nervous shiver.

“Momma? Will you help me come up with a costume?” Lee asked, her voice still tinged with excitement and anticipation.

“Why you could go as a gypsy, like your sister did the last time.” Caroline offered before taking another bite of her dinner.

Deeny’s head snapped up, looking first at her mother to see if there were some unspoken message… ...

... then at Lee, who seemed to be looking off into the distance, considering. Lee then tilted her head slightly to one side before shaking her head to dismiss the idea.

“Nahh… Something different I think.” Lee said then took a drink from her glass of iced tea.

The look Caroline fired at Duke across the table was not missed by Deeny, even if her mother didn’t realize that she’d seen it. There was fire in that look, and… hurt… and… longing.

Deeny felt she had to say something, or do something to break the mood. This was just too foreboding and heavy to let linger. She could almost feel her mother’s pain even if she didn’t know exactly what was causing it. Deeny had a pretty good idea though, and it darkened her own soul to think it might be true.

“Your costume should depend on how much or how easily you want people to know who you are sis.” Deeny said with half a mouthful of food that she was still chewing as if she were deep in thought.

“What do you mean?” Lee asked, her own fork paused halfway to her mouth.

“Well, do you really want to make people wonder and try to guess who you are under the costume, or do you want them to recognize you easily?” Deeny asked with an impish smirk and one lone raised eyebrow. “Like a certain boy who’s been giving you the googly puppy dog eyes…” Deen added with a questioning tilt of her head.

“Boy? What boy?” Caroline asked, suddenly interested again in her daughters’ conversation.

Lee shot Deeny a withering look. Well, it would ...