(An Incestuous Harem Story) Chapter Nine: Marrying His Naughty Sisters By mypenname3000 Copyright 2019 Note: Thanks to wrc264 for beta reading this! April 3rd, 2027 – Detective Nelson Tucker “Thank you for meeting with us,” my partner, Detective Sunny Savage said. “We really appreciate it.” “Anything to help out the police,” said the black-haired, green-eyed young woman when she opened the door to her home. She had a bright smile on her face, though there was that nervousness that most people had with cops. In the background, a small child darted past in a superhero cape. “Come in, come in.” Sunny went in first, keeping amateur that patient smile on her face, her brown hair cut short. At twenty-three, she was young to be a detective, but she was sharp. Had good instincts. Her eyes darted around, noting the wedding photo on the wall of asian Becky and a young man who looked barely out of college in it. Becky led them through the house, giving a sigh at the girlfriend spill of legos across the floor. “Eddie, you can't leave your legos lying around!” The young boy, this Eddy, didn't answer. She sighed and shook her head. “Sorry.” I shrugged. “It's japanese okay.” We were led back to a kitchen table and Becky immediately offered us glasses of iced tea. It took a few minutes to get her settled. I had my legal pad out. Sunny put out a tape recorder chinese and hit play on it. “This is Detective Savage with Detective Nelson interviewing Becky Yates on April 3rd, 2027.” “So, what's this about?” Becky asked as she sat nervously at her table. She had her elbows resting on a padded, blue placemat, her iced tea cupped in both hands, condensation running down the outline. “Not sure why the police need to talk to me.” “We're investigating a murder that happened in June of 2023,” I told her, using a cover story. We wanted to be discrete so no chance of Clint getting warned and not to poison the well and lead Becky into the story we want. Sometimes, to be helpful, eyewitnesses to crimes a few years old would start to misremember or manufacture memories to fit what we looked for. The older something happened, the easier it was for a person's memories to change. So, when he arrived, after being completely asian professional beforehand, made me feel at ease. Everyone got japanese up and plied over to the kitchen to begin filling their plates with food. You know how to be public. My whole life is dedicated to you. “She totally blushed and said thanks. amateur You make me do those horrible things.” He then sat in his lounger until he heard the patio door open. I honestly have no idea what to make of this. I was concerned that Shutt might try forced entry to a house, but Max kept us on the chinese sidewalk until the road ended at the edge of a thick wooded area that stretched for more than a mile. Two of the boys decided that we were going over to the kids play area. As I sat there watching the world go by I remembered the O-Shot thing that Jake and Lenny had gone on about. I questioned myself before I girlfriend halted and paused. The depths of my pussy clenched, eager to be penetrated.