There's No Place Like Home 1 "Brother & Sister Erotic Coming of Age" (Extremely Taboo Series) by Wicked Pleasure Read Free Book Online Page B

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    "I…I had to do it. She would have killed you." She offered as she looked at the body and shrunk back from the sight.
    "Ssshhh. It’s OK." Peter repeated.
    "Peter, what are we going to do?" she asked, suddenly realizing that there would be consequences to what she had done.
    "I don’t know. Where did you get that gun?"
    "I found it wrapped in a rag in the back of the shed last month. It was in a box under a lot of other boxes, I guess it was some of Dad’s stuff he never came back for. We have to tell someone, they have to know I only did it to save your life!" she stated.
    "Let’s think about this for a while. You know she has relatives with some influence in the county. Maybe they might not believe it was to save a life, but to get her out of our lives." Peter added after a minute of thought.
    "You think they would believe that?" Jenny asked uncertain of what to think.
    "I don’t want to take any chances. I think we need to get far away from here."
    "Run away? They won’t have any doubt if we do that. Where can we go? What can we do?" Jenny asked as she realized what Peter had suggested.
    "I don’t know, but we will have to do something soon. I don’t think anyone will miss her for a day or 2, but no longer than that. If we are going to leave, it will have to be today."
    *****
    Peter was pushing the wheel barrow toward the woods near their home, he had waited for dusk to fall before loading the body. He found a plastic tarp in the shed and had wrapped the body of Irene in it before deciding to take her far away from the house to bury. Jenny had volunteered to help but peter told her to clean up in the house while he was gone. He didn’t want anyone else knowing where he would bury her and the blood in the house needed to be attended to.
    As he walked, Peter wondered just what had set off his mother. He had seen her lose control many times in the past, but this time she was way beyond anything he had ever seen. He wondered if she really would have hurt or even killed him as she came at him with the knife. Her words that he and his sister had been problems all their lives stayed with him. He knew deep down that they had done just about everything she asked of them but she could still intimidate him even in death. He could still see the look of shock on her face as he rolled her into the tarp, her arm flopping out as he picked her up and set her onto the barrow. He remembered her face looking up at him with the blank stare, accusing and demanding, imprinting the image on his brain. He tried hard to force the image away from his mind.
    Peter went more than 2 miles from their house before he felt he had put sufficient distance into his trek. He was deep in the woods and hadn’t seen a soul during his trip, hoping this was a sign that he was far enough away that the grave would remain undisturbed. He started digging, knowing that scavenger animals would dig up the body if not buried deep enough. Fortunately, the ground was damp and sandy enough that he could dig easily and after working for 30 minutes, had a hole he thought would be sufficient. He tried to be careful, but the body wrapped in the tarp was cumbersome to lift and he ended up letting go before he wanted, the weight hitting the bottom of the grave with a solid thump. He was going to toss the gun in with her but had seen the lake several hundred yards earlier and the revolver found its way to the bottom as he passed.
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    Jenny was cleaning up the blood on the floor, tears in her eyes. She had no love of her mother, but still felt that somehow there would be a void in her life. She couldn’t stop reliving the event and even though she had examined it second by second in her mind, she knew she had been given no other choice.
    She took towels from the bathroom to soak up the blood, the linoleum floor making it easy to do. She had swept up the remnants of her formerly long hair, something she had been quite proud of before this happened. She took