The Battered Lamp Nineteen: The Cute for the Sister - Sex Stories

The Battered Lamp Nineteen: The Cute for the Sister

... are found murdered.” His grin grew broader. “I've seen the pics of your girlfriend doing some quite strenuous activities with her book club. They were quite explicit. If you're protecting her, you should know that you could be in just as much trouble. And you don't want to go to jail over a cheating girlfriend.” “Her past is hers. We only started dating on Wednesday.” “How interesting. So many strange things happened that day.” “Do not mistake coincidence for correlation, Detective.” “You have a bright future ahead of you. Straight A's. Scholarships. A bright future. You wouldn't want to waste all that potential by attaching yourself to a sinking ship.” “I have no idea what you mean.” “You do. I can tell. Your girlfriend and Kyle are mixed up in something bad. Giving a false alibi is a serious crime.” Britney was unfazed, giving him a level look. “What false alibi have I given? Do you have any evidence to suggest I am lying?” “Not yet. But I'll get it. Last chance to come clean.” Britney was reconsidering not killing the detective. But they would just replace him. It would be wasted energy. A line of retreat should be considered. Aaliyah and Phillipa could devise a way to protect the house. “I have nothing to come clean about, detective.” “What a shame to see such promise wasted.” He reached into his pocket, pulling out a business card. “If you ever change your mind, I'll do my best to get you leniency.” “Have a nice evening, Detective.” She turned, and strode to the ...

... hospital. Every hair on her body felt like it was standing up—the cops definitely had evidence against Kyle and maybe even Phillipa. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Kyle strode through the hospital, followed by his Genie wife and their concubines, the women giggling with eager excitement. Nurses and orderlies in scrubs gave them glances, but none interfered when he leveled a stern gaze at them. They reached Fatima's room. “Aaliyah, I wish that no one comes through this door and interrupt my pleasure. Anyone that wants to will remember something more important that they need to do.” “Done,” she smiled, touching his hand clutching the glowing Panacea. “Ishtar, ward this door against all those that are curious,” chanted Phillipa. She glanced at Aaliyah. “Just in case.” “I guess.” The Genie looked a little annoyed. “It's better not to take chances.” Kyle strode in, followed by the women, his thick jacket falling to the floor before he peeled off his T-shirt. Aaliyah peeled off her blouse, her round, dusky tits popping into view—she hated wearing bras—a grin on her face. The concubines were giggling and laughing, undressing each other. Only Kyle had to get naked to fuck his unconscious wife in order to heal her, but the concubines were a horny bunch of women and they were always up to have fun with each other. He kicked his shoes off and shoved his jeans down, his cock hard, pointing at his sister. Ann and Kayleah were peeling back the blankets and hiking up his wife's hospital gown. A ...