Kiss The Girls and Make Them Die by Charles Runyon Read Free Book Online Page B

what the fucking neighbors would think. I doubt if all this detail on my sister is pertinent. Do you think it is?”
    “Obviously, since you brought it up. What was your childhood relationship with your sister?”
    “… Normal.”
    “You had intercourse with her?”
    “Oh for God’s sake—!”
    “Well, you said normal.”
    “That’s normal?”
    “You’re the one who used the term. I don’t know what you consider normal.”
    “Normal in our case … we did things together, sure.”
    “What things?”
    “Well, like …” He shifted his legs and scratched his ear. “I remember there was this family that lived down the road from us. Two boys about my age and a younger sister. I was about nine. We made a little house in a brush pile. Covered it over with dead grass. The girls … we made it up that if any of them joined the club they had to fuck. We were just playing grownup games. So this neighbor girl and my sister … they said okay. We let ‘em inside and I remember this other girl … her name was Ethel, didn’t know what was expected of her. We kind of had a rule, no brothers and sisters. So I got Ethel and my sister Debra was supposed to take care of the neighbor boys. Actually the younger kid was too young to even consider seriously. But she wouldn’t. This was after Ethel and I had—”
    “She wouldn’t?
Who
wouldn’t?”
    “My sister … wouldn’t carry out her end of the deal. Ethel and I had done it right there with everybody watching. It was just mechanical, you know? No … ejaculation or anything. So we made my sister leave the hut and she went and told Ethel’s folks the whole story. The whole thing came down on my back. Ethel’s family, myown family … I got the shit beat out of me with a willow switch, those damn things cut like wire … and my old man set fire to the brushhouse and burnt up my new football …
    “Was that the only time she told on you?”
    “Well—three years later. This girl came to visit her. Our folks were gone … somewhere. The girls went swimming and I hid in Debra’s closet. When they came into the room to change out of their wet suits I burst out of the closet and threw myself on this other girl …”
    “Raped her?”
    “I didn’t ask permission.”
    “Did you use force?”
    “I pushed her down on the bed and pried her legs apart, but after that there was no problem.”
    “Your sister didn’t do anything?”
    “To stop me? I think maybe she pulled on my shoulders a couple times, I don’t remember too well. She did threaten to tell if I didn’t quit. And I didn’t quit.”
    “And this time there was ejaculation?”
    “I’m not sure about
that
. But I had an orgasm.”
    “And did your sister tell?”
    “I don’t think so. At least I don’t remember any … retribution. I think I talked her out of it, but I’m not too clear on that part.”
    “And the girl you raped, did you have any more to do with her?”
    “No. I never did, now that I think about it. Actually she died a month or so later.”
    “Died? How?”
    “Drowned.”
    “What were the circumstances? Would you like a glass of water? You seem to be sweating a lot. Maybe you’d like to go on to something else. We can get back to this later …”
    He wiped his forehead on his shirtsleeve. “No, I was just trying to remember the … uh …”
    Circumstances
, yes. The pond always filled up during the rains and then seeped out during dry spells. Silt anddried leaves collected on the bottom and over the years matted into bluish evil-smelling gray-blue muck. Snapping turtles loved it, that was their environment. Poke them with a dry stick and they chomped it right off. Chomp off a finger too, or whatever else might be hanging down in the water. Which was the reason Danny never went swimming here. He got just as wet, though, sweating in that stuffy closet until they came padding into the room naked. He jumped out and yelled ROOOOWWWFFFF! and the girls went rigid with shock. He