There's No Place Like Home 1 Brother & Sister Erotic Coming of Age (Extremely Taboo Series)

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  There's No Place Like Home 1 (Extremely Taboo Series)

  "Brother & Sister Erotic Coming of Age"

  ...By Wallcleaver

  Published by WickedPleasure.net

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  This is a work of fiction. Names, places, characters and incidents are either the product of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to any actual persons, living or dead, organizations, events or locales is entirely coincidental. All sexually active characters in this work are 18 years of age or older.

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  Copyright © 2012 Wallcleaver

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  Table of Contents

  There's No Place Like Home - Chapter 1

  There's No Place Like Home - Chapter 2

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  There's No Place Like Home - Chapter 1

  Peter and Jenny Foster were holding each other, hiding in Peter’s room. This was a regular occurrence; they were staying out of the way of their parents who were again engaging in one of their epic battles. Unfortunately, these battles were becoming more frequent and the intensity was ramping up each time a new battle was fought. Peter had always tried to protect his sister, even at 8 they found their only comfort with the other. They knew that the shouting, screaming, and occasional hurled object would end sometime, but both were frightened that this happened so often.

  "You think you can do better? Fine, you go right ahead! I’m out of here!" their father said.

  "And stay out!" Irene retorted.

  They heard the sound of the front door slam and the arguing was over, but not the repercussions. Each knew it would take their mother time to settle down and during that time she would do her own yelling and often slam this or break that. Peter and jenny continued to hold the other waiting for the end of her rant, they knew better than to be close to her before she had calmed fully.

  *****

  Peter and his sister never saw their father again, apparently he had meant what he said. Irene continued to bad mouth him as they grew, but her tirades became less frequent, at least those directed toward him. She ruled their house with an iron fist and a quick leather strap. Both children had felt its sting and had learned quickly not to do anything to set their mother off. That was often easier to say than do, Irene was always moody and might be quoting scripture one minute and spewing vitriol and invective the next. Try as they might, the siblings could never pinpoint what would trigger her episodes so worked hard to do as she asked while minimizing the time they spent in her presence.

  They were now 19 and had no idea of what they would have for a future. Their mother had kept them sheltered for most of their life, not wanting them to be corrupted by the influences of the outside world. She had removed them from school many years earlier, opting for home schooling, but she was not motivated to put much effort into their studies. They had taught themselves and each other the basics of reading, writing and math but had minimal social skills and no experience with anything that went on outside their little circle of life. They lived in a rural section of northern Florida and had little contact with others. There were few neighbors and even fewer with children anywhere close to their age.

  They had chores to do during the day, but nights at home were left for family time even though they had a miserable family life. Their mother liked to pretend they were a happy family and woe be the child who disagreed with her opinion. They had a TV that worked at one time, but in one of her fits, their mother had thrown a brick through the picture tube, saying the content of the programs was bad for her children. The TV still sat where it had been, the brick still in the center of the box with glass shards all round it. The children had little love for their mother although they would not be able to express that fact lest she become enraged and strike out with her strap. She maintained her place as head of the house not with love but with fear and intimidation.

  *****

  Peter was in the yard, running the lawn mower over the weeds. They had little grass, but he needed to keep the undergrowth near the house low to prevent snakes and other critters from hiding there and possibly getting into the house. It was a hot day, but he was used to doing physical labor in the Florida sun, so continued with his job, knowing that his mother would not be happy with a minimal effort. Once finished with the job, he turned off the mower and pushed it back to the shed where it would be waiting for him to do this again in a week.

  "Noooo! Stop!" he heard from the house. Peter knew his sister’s voice and it sounded as though she was in real danger. He knew that his mother might not like it, but he ran into the house at full speed, not stopping to wipe his feet or brush off his pants.

  "You little hussy! I didn’t work my ass off to see you turn into a Jezebel, a painted woman whoring herself to anyone with a penis!"

  Peter looked on in horror as he saw his mother, a 10 inch kitchen knife in her hand, swinging it wildly and cutting off handfuls of his sister’s long hair.

  "I didn’t do anything. I’m sorry, I didn’t think…" Jenny whined, fear in her eyes as she saw the blade coming at her again.

  "I’ll teach you to disobey my rules. You think you can do what you want? You have another thing coming, you little harlot." Irene ranted, the light glinting off the blade as she swung it wildly.

  Peter looked at what was happening and although he did not know what had set his mother off, he could see from her actions that she was even more out of control than he had seen in the past. He looked at all of his sister’s long hair on the floor, she was almost completely shorn now but his mother was still swinging the knife at her head.

  "Stop! Le
ave her alone!" he shouted, knowing that this would only bring her anger down on him, but better that than she continue to attack his sister.

  "So, you think you can protect her this time?"

  Peter’s mother turned away from Jenny and moved slowly toward Peter, holding the knife menacingly as she got closer. He could see the look in her eyes and knew she was totally out of control. He had seen her mad in the past, but this was like nothing he had ever experienced before.

  "You think I don’t know that you try to protect her when she does something wrong? You’re not going to be able to do anything for her any more."

  Peter kept his eyes on the knife as he backed away from his mother. She was now swinging it from side to side, getting closer to him as she approached. Peter was backing away but did not realize his mother was guiding him into a corner where he would have no escape.

  "I suppose you knew all about this and didn’t do anything to stop her. You didn’t even tell me, you just let her do what she wanted regardless of what I might think. You two have been nothing but trouble all your lives. Maybe I should do something about that right here and now." She said with a sinister edge to her words.

  Peter felt the wall behind him too late to realize what his mother had done, now he had nowhere to escape. She kept inching closer, the knife again glinting in the light, Peter knew how sharp she kept her kitchen knives. She was slicing the air as she got closer, doing her best to intimidate peter before she got close enough to actually cut him. Peter was searching his mind for something to do to calm her or at least distract her long enough to get out of the predicament he was in.

  "You don’t want to do this." He tried.

  Irene laughed at the words. Too late for sorry, you should have thought about this sooner. We’ll soon see just who rules this house."

  BOOM!

  The sound startled Peter, he didn’t know what it was. His mother suddenly dropped the knife, a look of shock and surprise on her face. That quickly turned to disbelief as Peter saw the spreading red stain on her abdomen.

  BOOM…BOOM…BOOM…BOOM…BOOM…

  Jenny was holding a pistol, aiming it at the slumped figure of her mother.

  CLICK…CLICK…CLICK…CLICK…

  She was in shock, seeing the fury of her mother and what she had to do had pushed his sister over the edge. Peter stepped over his mother’s body and took the pistol from Jenny. Her eyes were glazed and she let go the gun without protest but simply stood there staring at the woman on the floor.

  Peter took the gun and laid it on the table, holding his sister close and saying "It’s OK, Jenny."

  Jenny continued to stand impassively and stare off into nothing, her mind had gone numb. Peter held her and rubbed her back, speaking softly to her for 15 minutes before she started to respond.

  "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.

  *****

  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 the clumps and threw them to the light wind outside, letting them blow around the yard. They would soon be gone and so too would be the cause of her mother’s tirade. The towels inside were in the washer, soap and bleach would get any trace of blood out of them, no evidence of what happened remaining. Jenny sat solemnly waiting for the wash to finish, wondering what she and her brother would do now.

  *****

  Jenny was removing the towels from the dryer when Peter returned. She wanted to ask him about what he had done, but knew that he had done what he did alone to prevent her from getting any more involved than she already was. He would be the only person to know the whereabouts of his mother, something he hoped he could take to his grave. His intent was to protect his sister as well as he was able, something he had tried to do since they were small.

  Peter was washing his hands as jenny asked "What do we do now, Peter? I’m scared."

  He dried his hands and hugged her to him, saying "Me too, me too!"

  They held each other for several minutes before peter started "We have to get out of here. I’m not sure where to go, but we have to get far away. We can get those old suitcases out of the shed but we won’t be able to take much. Only what we can carry."

  The last bit didn’t need saying, neither of them had much of anything.

  Jenny started to put together some of her clothes as her brother retrieved th
e cases from the shed. He did the same in his room, finding that most of the clothes he owned would fit easily into the bag. Jenny had her own filled shortly and they were almost ready to leave. Peter made a final search of the house to see if there might be anything else they could use. He got his mother’s car keys from her purse, finding $2800 in her wallet. He didn’t know where it had come from or what she had planned for it, but he put the money into his pocket. Since they had been so sheltered much of their lives, he knew the purpose of cash but not much about the value. He did know that they would likely need money before they got to wherever they were going.

  The clock on the wall chimed 10 just as they left the house. Peter got into the driver’s side of his mother’s car, although neither he nor his sister had ever been allowed to drive it. He had a general knowledge of how it worked, but this would be his first time behind the wheel.

  "Do you know how to drive?" Jenny asked.

  "Sort of." Peter answered, sounding more confident than he felt.

  He put the key in and turned it to start the car. So far, so good, the engine came to life and idled quietly as they sat, Peter pondering what to do next. He pressed the accelerator a bit, hearing the engine speed increase. He next tried the brake pedal, although he didn’t know what it would do until the car moved.

  "You have to pull down on that lever." Jenny pointed out.

  Peter knew that but had forgotten as he tried to familiarize himself with the car. He pulled it down to the ‘R’ position and the car moved backwards before he lifted the lever back to ‘P’.

  "Did you do that on purpose?" Jenny asked.

  "I guess so. That ‘R’ must be for rear. I wonder what the "N" and "D" mean?" he said wondering if he should try to move the lever again. He knew he had to if they intended to go anywhere in this car.

  He remembered seeing his mother put her foot on the brake pedal before she moved the lever, so he did that too. The car jumped a bit, but when he got the lever to point to the ‘N’ the engine settled down and they sat as before. He cautiously took his foot off the brake and nothing happened.