1. Ty and Cinda--A Tale of Forbidden Love - 2


    Date: 11/1/2014, Categories: Fiction, Consensual Sex, Death, Oral Sex, Romance, Teen Male/Teen Female, Author: senorlongo, Rating: 91.7, Source: sexstories.com

    Grandpa. This entire conversation is being recorded in a video. You’ll be condemned by your own words.” I could see him react. He hadn’t planned for any of this. I was supposed to go quietly over the side. He’d probably cry crocodile tears when he notified my mother, but I’d be safely disposed of—either food for the sharks or the crabs. What a fucking pain in the ass I was! No wonder he hated me so much. Grandpa took his eyes off me and looked forward, searching for something. I saw it, too. “Don’t even think of going for that pistol! You’ve already seen what I can do with these throwing stars. I won’t think twice about throwing at you.” He moved toward the gun in spite of my words. I took the star, my biggest and most dangerous one, in my hand and prepared to throw, yet something made me hold back. He grabbed the pistol and swung it toward me. I recognized it as the same one I had seen in Tony’s hand last weekend. He shot just as the boat lurched into a wave. I felt the searing bullet glance off my scalp, throwing this time from pure instinct. He had missed—barely—but I didn’t. The star embedded itself in the base of his neck. Blood spurted from its edges onto the cabin deck. Grandpa let go of the wheel in reaction and the boat heeled over to port. He tumbled over the high doorsill and fell to the side, through the open door. A second later he was leaning precariously over the bulwark and the sea below. I dropped the remaining stars and rushed forward even as blood poured ...
    down my face into my eyes. My fingers found his shoe and foot; I held onto it tightly, why I could never understand. Looking down I saw Grandpa spit at me. “Damn you! Damn you to hell! You’re even worse than your father.” Then he lashed out with his other foot, striking me in the chest. The blow didn’t hurt, but I was shocked. I let go of his foot then watched as my only grandfather slid down the side of the boat. His head struck the steel rail at the waterline and somersaulted into the water. He slid along the side until disappearing under the boat near the stern. I ran back as quickly and safely as I could. Had there been any doubt of his demise they vanished when the boat shook from the impact with his body and the water turned red with his blood. I’d read about people being sucked in by the props; now I’d seen it for myself. I made my way back to the cockpit, feeling my way, barely able to see through my own blood. I had no idea where we were or how to get back to the dock. Taking the radio microphone in my hand I pressed the button. “Help! Help! I need help.” “This is the Marlboro. Don’t you know anything about radio protocol?” Pressing the button again I continued, “No—I’m a sixteen year-old kid from Indiana. I’m on the shrimp boat Emma Mae somewhere in the Gulf of Mexico. My grandfather is dead—over the side. He shot me. My head is bleeding. I’m getting dizzy. There’s a mate, but he’s tied up. He tried to kill me, too.” I released the button so I could listen. “Coast ...
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