Blood Wild - Sex Stories

Blood Wild

... which made the other kids hate him that much more. Well, most did anyway. Some of the other girls started to realize, like me, that there was something there worth getting to know.” Caroline said as she slowly pushed with her legs to set the old glider in motion, gently forward and back.

“So, he has always chased girls…women…?” Deeny quizzed.

Caroline harumphed quietly then sucked in another long beath before going on.

“No. Not exactly. He was still shy, but… as he got older, like we all do, he started paying more attention to girls. All girls, not just the pretty ones. He had a way about him that just drew them to him. He wasn’t chasing them or being rude or vulgar like most other boys do. Some never grow out of it. Your daddy never was that way. As he got older, he grew out of his shyness, slowly. Learning to talk to girls and even to flirt. It wasn’t until his older sister made a man out of him that he started to change into what he would become.” Caroline spoke as if in a bit of a trance, remembering things, about her husband, and herself.

“Wait! What? Daddy’s sister? Are you saying that he… he had sex with his sister?” Deeny gasped pulling her head back to turn and look at her mother’s face full on.

Caroline bit her bottom lip and her brows furrowed in thought. Perhaps she shouldn’t share that part with her daughter just yet… but it was done, the cat was out of the bag so to speak. It was true, it happened. Caroline saw the whole thing… she was… part ...

... of it. Another long deep breath and she leaned her head back as if to stare at the ceiling of the porch overhead.

“Your daddy’s sisters were… well… bullies in their own right. They picked on him and teased him endlessly. But, when he started to mature, and fill out, growing from a frail gangly boy into a man, they began to see him as something else. A temptation. He was a boy they could toy with, they could boss around and dominate. By the time we were in high school, your daddy and I, there was only himself and two older sisters still living at home on their farm. The older brothers had all gone off on their own, getting married and starting families. One older sister did the same.” Caroline recounted.

“We were in our senior year of high school just two days after my eighteenth birthday and two weeks after his. Neither of us had any money or worked anywhere other than on our farms so the only gifts we exchanged were... favors. We always helped each other with chores and things but birthdays were special. They required extra effort... or fun. Like fishing. We both loved to fish back then.” Caroline smiled at the memory, then frowned as she continued with her story.

“One weekend afternoon your daddy and I had planned on going fishing. We had dug up some worms and got our fishing poles and I packed some sandwiches for lunch. We were just about to leave for the big pond on the back of the farm when the youngest of his two older sisters caught us in the barn… kissing.” ...