Blood Wild - Sex Stories

Blood Wild

... voice, he told me he didn’t much feel like fishing anymore. I should go home. I asked him what he was going to do and he said he didn’t know.” I didn’t know what to think either. I had just witnessed a boy and a girl… a man and a woman, have sex. It wasn’t making love… it was raw and nasty and fast. And I took part in it too. Well… part of it. I was confused and had more questions than answers. I wasn’t even sure what questions to ask yet.”

They both sat in silence for a while. Deeny absorbing the story her mother had just told her, Caroline lost in the memory, almost reliving it again. The sounds of the crickets and the night birds sang their nightly lullaby the cicadas adding their noise to the mix. The glider gently swinging forward and back, forward and back. The itch and the heat had gone out of Deeny, now she just felt frustrated and full of questions and uncertainty.

“Your daddy and I were close… but I didn’t see him for three days after that. I didn’t know if he had gotten into trouble with his parents because of what he and his sister had done. He didn’t go to school that Monday or Tuesday. I was heart sick. Finally, I saw him on Wednesday, on the bus to school. We would usually sit together, but when I went to sit down next to him, he turned away from me to look out the window. He wouldn’t speak to me. He wouldn’t even let me hold his hand.” Caroline told Deeny, her voice almost cracking with emotion that she recalled from long ago.

“Was he ashamed? Was he ...

... angry? Was he upset with you?” Deeny let the questions tumble out before she could stop them.

“I think it was a little of all them, plus he was scared. He was scared his sister would tell his momma and daddy. He was scared that his sister would blame him for it all.” Caroline admitted.

“So, what happened?” Deeny asked with a tinge of frustration in her voice.

“His sister never did tell their parents about it. Even after she came up pregnant. She never did let anyone know who the father was. Your daddy’s parents sent her away to relatives out of state. We never saw her again. He and I worked through it all together. He told me I was the only one who knew the whole story and that… he was glad it was me.” Caroline said with a touch of pride, squeezing Deeny’s hand gently again.

“So how… how did that, turn him into…” Deeny started ask, but couldn’t quite finish the question. She knew how much her mother had suffered over the years, even if she were just beginning to understand it.

“It changed him. It was like he was split in two. Part of him was still the same sweet boy, man, who loved and cared for me, and later, you girls. But part of him, turned into an addict. He was addicted to the thrill of discovery, of conquest… of sex… especially when it was wrong. Oh, he fought it. He denied it and tried so hard not to let himself go, and mostly, he succeeded. But if he gets some alcohol in him… he’s like that story of Jekyll and Hyde.” Caroline lamented with a touch of ...