There's No Place Like Home 1 "Brother & Sister Erotic Coming of Age" (Extremely Taboo Series) by Wicked Pleasure Page A
Authors: Wicked Pleasure
Tags: Erótica
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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! Leave 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
"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! Leave 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
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