Blood Wild - Sex Stories

Blood Wild

... derision.

“So, somewhere out there I have a brother or a sister?” Deeny asked enthralled by the possibility.

She jumped when her mother barked a sarcastic laugh. She turned her head to study her mother’s face, a look of shock and curiosity on her own face. Her mother had her chin almost on her chest as she slowly shook her head from side to side as in disbelief.

“No, that would be a half-brother or half-sister… or maybe a cousin… I guess it would be both really. But that would only be the first.” Caroline said rather cryptically.

If it were not such a serious subject and true life, it would have been almost comical how Deeny’s head snapped around with a double take after hearing her mother’s words. “…only be the first.”

“H… How… How many?” Deeny sputtered as if in shock.

“I don’t know if anyone really knows, honestly. It’s not exactly something that gets talked about… publicly anyway. I dare say that there are more than just a few though. They’d range from just a bit older than you, to… maybe infants…” Caroline said the last and seemed to run out of steam.

Deeny could almost sense her mother collapsing in on herself. She did feel the shiver that her mother made before she let go of Deeny’s hand and stood up from the glider. Caroline stepped over to the porch rail and leaned against the post. Her eyes were locked on the workshop across the yard, there was a sliver of yellow light coming from the partially open door. Duke was still in the shop, working on ...

... a cabinet that a customer ordered. It was a safe place for him. She knew the man she loved was hard at work both in his artistry and in his struggle to be the Jekyll rather than the Hyde. Deeny watched her momma as she watched longingly for her father.

Deeny’s heart broke just a little bit more, for her mother’s plight. To be so in love, so devoted to someone, but still knowing that they would stray and hurt you with their actions, if not their intentions. Then in a flash, the conversation that she had had with Cam that morning raced through her memory. “Oh my God!” She thought to herself. Had her father been involved in that shooting? And was he the cause of it? She knew that he had been drinking earlier that night.

Standing up, Deeny joined her mom at the rail, placing her right arm around her momma’s waist and leaning her head on her shoulder. She felt her mother take a long deep breath and sigh slowly. Deeny could feel the tension pouring out of her mother’s body with just the simple act of the hug from her daughter.

“Deeny… you mustn’t say… anything. I shouldn’t have told you what I did. People just wouldn’t understand.” Caroline spoke quietly, her body regaining some of its tenseness as she awaited her daughter’s reply.

“I won’t, momma. Your secret is safe with me.” Deeny professed to her mother just as quietly, and she meant every word.

Deeny felt her mother relax into her, and she leaned her head against her daughter’s. They both saw the sliver of light ...