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

the driver was speaking to them, peter roused Jenny and they got off the bus. The driver had opened the luggage compartment and removed their suitcases before they got off. The bus terminal was just off the highway, sitting next to a Burger King and a dirty looking gas station. The driver announced to those remaining on board that they would be here for about 20 minutes, so they could get off and stretch or find something to eat before continuing on.
    A road behind the group of buildings led to town, some few houses and other structures visible maybe a quarter mile down. Peter and jenny each took their own suitcase and started to walk. The mid-afternoon sun in early July was hot, even though they had grown up accustomed to hot weather in Florida. By the time they had reached the first of the houses, they were sweating and hot from their walk.
    "Where do you think we can find a place to stay?" jenny asked.
    "I don’t know, I imagine once we get further into the town we might find something to give us some information." Her brother replied.
    Jenny did not want to complain, just readjusted her grip on her bag and continued to walk with her brother. As they walked, more of the houses had trees growing in the yards, and the sidewalk along the street was more shaded. Able to get out of the direct sun, they felt energized and continued to walk.
    Up ahead, a woman was watering the flowers planted around the trees near the street.
    "Excuse me, ma’am, might we get a drink from your hose?" Peter asked as they neared the woman.
    Not hearing them approach, the woman looked up from her task, surveying the hot and tired looking pair. "No." she said simply.
    NO? Peter thought she was certainly inconsiderate, allowing them a drink from her hose would hardly be an imposition on her.
    "No." the woman repeated. "Go over near the house and sit on the bench in the shade and I will get you proper glasses."
    "That ain’t necessary, ma’am. We can get a drink from your hose no problem." Peter answered.
    "Young man, didn’t your mother teach you to respect your elders?"
    "Yes’m." Peter said, embarrassed.
    "Then go sit in the shade and I will get you some water. Go on, get out of the hot sun."
    Peter was thinking this woman was just like his mother, ordering them around. He did, however, not feel the superiority his mother always projected when telling him what to do. He hoped that this woman wasn’t typical of those who lived in this town.
    He and jenny sat on the bench as they had been asked to do.
    "She seems sort of mean." Jenny said softly as she looked around the yard.
    "I know. Let’s get a drink and move on quickly." He replied.
    The woman came back out of the house carrying a tray with 2 glasses, each filled with water and ice.
    "You can sit here a bit and cool off. It is hot in the sun and you two look like you have been walking a long way." She started.
    "We came in on the bus." Jenny ventured.
    Looking at their suitcases, the woman asked "Do you have family here?"
    "No ma’am. We are thinking about moving here." Peter replied, although he wasn’t certain just how much he wanted this stranger to know.
    "Do you have any idea of what you are going to do?" she asked.
    "No ma’am." Jenny answered before peter could say anything.
    "What brings you here if you don’t have any idea of what you are going to do?"
    Embarrassed and not wanting to look her in the eye, Peter replied "We had family trouble and this is as far as the bus took us."
    "What sort of family problems? Wait, that really is none of my business." She added. Seeing that they each had finished the water, the woman asked "Would you like more water?"
    Peter and jenny looked at each other before Jenny responded "Yes’m."
    They sat uncomfortably in silence as their hostess went into the house. She returned in a short time, carrying the tray with water and a plate of cookies this time.
    "I’m sorry, I forgot my manners. I am Mary Simmons. What are your names?"
    "I’m Peter