Oversexed - Erotic Novel E-Book

Sand Wayne

• Herausgeber: Sandy
• Kategorie: Erotik
• Sprache: Englisch

Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2017

Beschreibung

A Vintage Erotic Novel Involving a Sexy and Seductive Girl, Full of Sexual Adventures, Surprises and Twists.

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Oversexed

CHAPTER ONEThe town I grew up in was a corny little spot in the Midwest farm belt. Both of my parents died when I was only seven. One rainy afternoon my father's truck spun out of control on a slick highway a few miles from our farm. My folks died almost instantly. I was badly injured, and for a few days the doctors weren't sure I'd live ...But I did. The doctors pulled me through, and am I glad they did! I wouldn't want to have missed some of the experiences I had later on in life!After the accident, I went to live with Aunt Bess and Uncle Job Bronson, who had a farm a short distance from that of my parents. They had two sons and two daughters. Aunt Bess and Uncle Job were hellfire-and-brimstone fanatics, and they tried to raise their children and me the same way. It never worked, even though I did attend Sunday school for a while, just to keep peace in the family.The Bronson daughters, one of whom was older than I and the other my age, were homely girls who hated me for not being ugly like they were. The boys were both a little older than I, and their attitudes toward me combined hostility and lust.The older boy, Zeke, was halfway through high school when I moved in with the Bronson's. Tall and skinny, he had bushy black hair, beetle brows, a pointed nose. One evening when I was about ten, I went for a walk in the fields after dinner. I often went out for walks after I finished my homework and chores. It gave me a lift to leave the house and get away by myself for a while.As I walked among the trees the still air was disturbed by the sound of footsteps following me. I stopped in my tracks, listening nervously as the trudging, uneven steps came nearer. I thought of running, but instead froze on the spot, one part of me curious and the other just plain scared. It turned out to be Zeke, stumbling along with an almost empty bottle of whisky in his right hand."Well, howdy, little sister," he laughed after the surprise of discovering me had worn off. "Whatcha doin' out here all by yourself?""I'm not your sister, Zeke," I said crossly, making a face after catching a whiff of his breath."Okay, what are ya then, Cathy?" he giggled, finishing the contents of the bottle, which he casually flung into a cluster of weeds."I'm your cousin, Zeke, your cousin. You know lam.""Okay, so you don't have to get all riled up about it, girl. So you're my cousin.""You look all mean and ugly when you been drinkin', Zeke. Besides, you oughta be ashamed. You know what Preacher Dawson says about it, and the Bible too.""But that ain't so, Cathy. Even the apostles drank wine, so why can't I drink a little myself? Don't be mad at me, Cathy." Zeke moved a step closer and threw one of his long arms around my shoulders. His face wore a hurt look.