Blood Wild - Sex Stories

Blood Wild

... pavement. The rain hitting the hood of his heavy poncho almost masked the sound of tires hissing through the standing water on the blacktop… almost. Sensing imminent danger, Tom half turned in the direction of the fast-approaching sound behind him.

Deeny had just swiped her hand across the inside of the windshield again when she caught the watered down splash of dull yellow almost right in front of the old Chevy. Reflex alone caused her to yank the steering wheel to the left to cause the old car to swerve to avoid the yellow blur. This caused the car to careen over towards the ditch on the other side of the road, Deeny yanked the wheel back to the right while she stomped both feet on the clutch and brake pedals.

Despite the age of the car and worn tires, the old Chevy rolled dutifully back to the right even if the back end started to swing out of control to the left. If a car was going to fishtail, this was the weather for it. Inside the car it seemed as if time had slowed down to a crawl. Deeny’s shocked but determined expression contrasted to her younger sister’s abject terror. She had not seen the yellow ghostly figure in front of the car. All Lee had seen was the world turning radically sideways, not once but twice and now it was changing again, in barely more than the blink of an eye.

The hissing of tires changed to an almost terrifying drowned screech, then into a choppy barking sound as the fast-approaching car swerved at the last moment to avoid him. ...

... Instinctively, Tom leapt backwards towards the side of the road, but it was too late, the car careened from side to side of the road before…

Realizing that the car was going into the ditch, Deeny’s arm shot out in front of her sister Lee, as if that small motion could save her. Lee’s own hands both shot up and her arms crossed in front of her face as she too realized that impact was NOW.

Call it luck, call it fate, call it just plain weird but it whatever it was, it was definitely miraculous considering the situation. The car did run into the ditch, on the correct side of the road, or at least the driver’s side front wheel did. The driver’s side back wheel was just inches higher on the shoulder. The Chevy had shuddered to a halt looking like Deeny had tried to drive into the ditch going the wrong direction on the road. The front tire had hit an old sign post, or part of one that was sticking up through the shoulder, and blown out that tire.

Tom recognized the car about halfway through the traumatic meeting, his mind flashing instantly to concern for the occupants. He dropped his books and ran to the car now some hundred yards or so down the road. Breathless when he arrived, he slapped his hand on the passenger side window to get the occupants attention. He could barely see inside for the windows being steamed up.

Deeny sat still, her left hand and arm locked on the steering wheel, her right hand clutching the front of Lee’s cardigan. She could feel her sister’s heart ...