WIKKID SISTA
Posted by Barbanne on September 22, 2004 at 23:42:22:
WIKKID SISTA
Damn! this was maybe going to ruin my carefully thought out plan.
At least I had reckoned it was carefully thought out.
I always was a stupid dumbo who considered all the hard stuff and forgot the simple things.
I had backed my Golf down to the river bank and had popped the trunk and carried the two big plastic carboys down to the water's edge and now I had them full of river water I couldn't lift them.
Shit!
Fuck!
Why didn't I think of that? Who did I think I was....wonder woman?
I stooped again and got my arms around the plastic bottle and heaved. Oooower I nearly bust my pooper.
I tried again and got it off the ground and up and struggled over to the car and almost dropped it into the boot. Then I did it again. My back felt buggered and my shoulder sockets were in agony. When I got home I had to do it all over again and get them into the bathroom. Thanks god we lived in a single storeyed house.
I emptied them into the bath added water from the tap and heated the whole thing.
When Roxanne got home she poured herself a drink, started flicking off her clothes and said, "Run me a bath Barb, make it hot.""
"OK sis," I said and went into the bathroom and added a little more water.
I'm always the good little obedient one.
Roxanne is my older sister. She is tall, thin, pretty with a sexy overbite and lustrous brown hair and very much in demand.
I'm short, plain with mousey brown hair and a bit pudgy. She's the queen and I'm her slave. Least that's how she treats me.
We are joint beneficiaries of a large estate left to us by our late parents.
By now Roxanne was naked and nursing her drink. Even her pubic bush was pretty.....not like my tangle.
"My bath ready Barb?"
I trotted out and returned a moment later.
"Ready my lady."
She laughed and followed me into the bathroom.
"Water's a bit greeny looking Barb."
"New aloe vera algae treatment sis. Really beautiful for your skin."
"Yeah?"
"So they say."
She climbed in.
"Okay?"
"It feels great Barb."
She stretched out her long, slender, sexy body.
"You're beautiful sis," I murmured.
"I know Barb."
I caressed her feet under the water and, lifting them, ran my fingers over them separating her toes and stroking them.
"That's nice Barb."
She was touching herself down there and moaning ever so softly.
"You've got beautiful feet Rox."
She giggled and, clutching her heels, I stood straight up dragging her legs with me. Her head and shoulders went under the water. She only had time to say, "Barb, wha..........?" and then she bloooped air and her open mouth went under.
She struggled but I had her and she kept swallowing water.
When she started weakening I dropped her heels and, grabbing her shoulders in both hands, held her down. Her head was under water and her mouth kept opening and closing, gulping in bath water. Her eyes were wide open skittering around and staring accusingly at me. I pressed down watching her die and she stared at me as if she couldn't believe any of this.
Then her eyes lost focus and her already feeble struggles stopped. It was over.
Roxanne was dead.
I stood up and looked down at her, drowned and lying on the bottom of the bath, gazing up through the greenish water. I was saturated, really wet. But it had worked. Roxanne was dead and her lungs were full of river water.
I went and got her pink bikini and flopped her out of the bath and onto the tiled floor. I dried her a bit with the towel and then pulled on her bikini pants and bra. Now to get her into the river.
I emptied the bath water and cleaned the place up, washing the two plastic carboys to remove all traces of the river water and generally getting rid of anything incriminating.
"OK sister darling," I said stroking her sweetly reposed dead face, "time for you to go for a swim." I noticed that her tongue had swollen a bit and tended to hang out of the side of her mouth.
"Oooops, let's see if I can tuck that back inside," I said grabbing the slippery little sucker and prodding it back inside.
It didn't stay there.
Really straining my puny muscles I sat her up and then got her onto and over my shoulder in a sort of fireman's lift.
She was still warm but she was strangely clammy and sort of dead I suppose, you know what I mean.
I carried her down to the Golf and put her in the passenger seat beside me. I tossed her towel in the back.
"Ready for swimmies Rox,?" I said.
She didn't reply (rude girl, rude, rude sister) but her body slid down a bit under its seat belt and made bloop, bloopy noises.
It was by now pitch black and I drove down to the river bank, parked, wrestled Roxanne out of her seat and dragged her over the grass to the water's edge. The lines made by her heels would be obliterated when the dew evaporated in the morning sun. I picked her up in my arms and carried her out along the tiny timber planked landing and dumped her in.
She went in face down and then rolled over and for just a moment her head came up and she looked directly and accusingly at me from dead and staring eyes and then she sank just under the surface, blooped a huge belch of bubbles and drifted off into the dark.
I dumped her towel on the grass and then went home and slept well.
In the morning I rang the police and reported my sister missing.
It was, I told them, her habit to go swimming in the river at night. Her clothes were scattered over the floor I told them and her swimsuit and towel were missing. I sounded brave but frightened and a little weepy.
It wouldn't be long before they fished poor old Roxie out of the drink.
I practised my shocked and disraught sister act in front of the mirror.
I was good.
Even convinced myself.
Maybe I'd even chuck in a fainting spell, that'd be good.