The Policeman

Don’t read this. This is sick. This is not for you.

Seems kinda funny now when I think about shooting my brother dead after he had called me, having suffocated his naked 10 year old boy, whilst he raped him. In the boy’s own bedroom.

I had no reason to shoot him. He had called me after, immensely agitated, while I was driving he was telling me to come alone and believed he had just killed his boy. He did seem genuinely upset when I reached, but I still decided to kill him.

His unwary wife, or that’s what she said; denying any knowledge about her husband’s ‘hobbies’, ran after hearing shots and fainted in the doorway. I allowed myself to sit on the floor and wait for the backup I had called.

Rita, my dead brother’s wife, was a bitch. An attractive but nagging bitch. Like the women who resort to waking people next door with their screeching. She reminds me a lot about that Amanda Clayton woman, with her fuzzy, curly hair from one of my favorite shows but of course Rita is British.

First she blamed herself, then her husband, then eventually me. Investigation went like a breeze, Daryl helped a lot, he was from I reckon, a detective school or had immense knowledge about Criminology. There was sympathy on my side too, believing that I had witnessed something soul crushing and had acted to save my nephew.

Reality couldn’t have been different. Whilst my brother was into his boy, I was more into his daughter Mia. My dickhead of a brother was stupid enough to record his tomfoolery and try surfing the dark web for some like minded pedos. I, on the other hand, though belonging to the same family had seen enough to not do something like this and more.

Its been a year now, I believe. I let my brother’s household rot. I dared not make contact with Mia nor with her mother. I had stopped talking to Rita altogether after the funeral, though I kept myself updated.

A week after that incident I came to hear about one of the house calls made there. The cop to answer it said that the house was in shambles. The mother had resorted to drugs, drinking and gambling. Her meagre wages hardly supported the house. Mia, now 15, was in neglect much like the house left to fend for herself. Not bothered with school, stealing, fighting, a nuisance that the school was glad to not see much of her.

I have now decided to pay them a visit. The situation was much worse than I expected, of all the houses in that street it was the most dilapidated. A falling structure literally with some structure in the roof missing, the front porch wet from some leaking pipes I believe. The door easily creaked inward, letting me in. The house was dark, somewhere I discerned noise from TV. Following it, I browsed through the corridor, floor creaking under my boots, I already felt like I needed to draw my weapon out.

All the curtains in the cluttered living room were tied shut. I searched for the sofa and found it peculiarly perched above some books. Looking up, I saw Rita staring at the TV screen which was kept at an abnormal distance. It looked like she was dead, her head slumped on her extended shoulder, her eyes barely blinking. Then it did blink. Once, twice. The third time she blinked she turned and looked right at me. I jumped a bit.

“What the fuck are you doing here?”

“Hey bitch, nice to see you too. Where’s Mia?”

“You dare to talk to me like that, in my own house.”

“What are you going to do, huh, especially when you look like this.” I bent forward to inspect her. She slapped my hand away as I tried to grab her breast.

“You look drugged. Have you been eating too much, cos you look huge or as Gervais says, proper fat.” Joking. She looked just as I always remembered the old cow. A plump, middle aged, disillusioned cunt.

“Where is Mia?” I asked again, reaching for the remote and switching off the telly. I could very well go and check for her around the house, but I simply enjoyed taunting the bitch. She looked annoyed and turned away, tucking herself to the sofa, willing me away.

“Leave her alone. Leave me alone. Leave my family alone, you monster.” I turned her a bit so her face was exposed and slapped her cheek hard.

“You have no family, remember. I took them away.” I felt Rita break into sobs and pinched her waist, feeling its thickness along with her ass. I let her wallow in whatever the fuck she was feeling and went back the same way I came in, ignoring the kitchen.

Just as I was about to climb the stairs to the top, I saw Mia rushing down then stopping abruptly when she saw me. She looked scared for some reason (obviously me) and had a heavier than usual bag. Was she preparing?

“Hi there.” I greeted her as my ungrateful niece ran back to her room. Checking down, I saw the mother still on the couch and moved up.

Mia was blocking the door, but it gave away easily and I was in her room, after nearly a year. The wallpaper in her room brought back memories. I looked behind her at the closed window which overlooked the street. I saw my patrol vehicle outside, even glimpsed a bit of my partner there, waiting like an obedient fool. She thought I was doing a welfare check on my dead brother’s wife or family. Whatever. More interesting things were here.

Mia had definitely grown up but not so much in wisdom. I removed my jacket, tossing it to her cute little table on the corner of the small room and she followed its path with her head slowly turning. I poked her shoulder, jolting her. She looked defiantly at me. Her look faltered when I grinned and picked her up. Only she was much heavier than before.

“Fuck, you have grown. Fuck, fuck.” Her arms began to thrash.

“Let me go, my mother is down and she’ll…mmpphh.” Her voice became muffled as I pressed down on her neck and she sank her face into her bed. I got on top of her, after easing out her weirdly cut pants and surprise, surprise, a thong. Only a thin fiber ran between her butt cheeks, her ass whiter than the rest of her legs. I pulled it out and waved it in her face.

“That’s really cool, Mia. Will you just stop squirming? Yer boyfriend, get you this, eh?”

“Please. Just stop. I thought this was over between us.”

“Say that to my dick. No, just say it. It needs to listen to reason too at times.” It took too much effort to get my thing out of my pants, without disturbing my belt. Then I decided to let go of the belt entirely and removed it completely throwing it aside.

“Christ, that works. Oh its so, so better now. Now you here talk to my little knob.” I had to grab Mia’s hands back as she tried to scramble for the wall.

Little one down there was still flaccid. Couldn’t possibly divide my attention between Mia struggling for whatever the fuck, I don’t know and me getting my tool up. I simply fell on Mia’s back and smelled her hair. She had dyed it violet, a smitten erotic but not very appealing to me.

“Hey Mia? Mia?”

“Whaat?” She uttered, a bit hesitant. I was stroking myself, feeling some movement there, starting to engorge.

“Nothing. Well actually say something. You don’t even appear to be crying.”

“No, I’m not crying. But can’t you get this over with.”

“Shh, baby. Little bit of patience. Are you still angry that I killed your father?”

“Fuck you, you sick fucking moro… . Aaahahh!!” I hit Mia on her head and instantly penetrated her in her pussy. She was still tight. The right tightness that I always craved.

“Cry for me baby.” I said between grunts. “Cry.”

I saw her fingers crumple the sheets and grab the edge of her small bed, as I went further into her. I slammed hard into her. No mercy this time. She had grown, she can fucking cope.

“Ugh, uhh, fuck, fuck, umm, magnificent, fucking magnificent!” I felt her groans join the bed’s creaks.

“You like this, you like this, no?” I pulled her face sideways to look back at me, she barely responded. I was talking gibberish to prolong my performance, but it had been too long. Waiting for the next one. Just too long. I knew, my body knew.

I got up and turned her over. She sat back and tried to move away. I grabbed her head and brought her closer. I was on the edge, a part where I had no idea what I would do next. I sat her down on the floor, grabbing her by the hair, pulling her down to knee level. At some point I think she gave up.

“Open wide, yes! That’s my girl. Nice little lips. Suck on it. Look at that nice little pair of lips. Mmm.” I closed my eyes and savored the feeling.

“I’m close, baby. Here let me help you, just sit back and relax, ok, keep it open, yes like that.” Her lips were waiting as I began to let out ropes of cum, thick spurts, jelly like, onto Mia’s lips and her face. Her eyes were closed, she gargled a bit as most of it reached down her throat.

“Swallow, dear. Mm. Aaah, fuck!” I slapped the end on her lips a couple of times and wiped it by playing with her lips.

Semen dripped down her face to her neck, chin and her shirt. She looked down as I finished, at the drops from my ejaculation.

“You know what to do. Go on.” Mia collected some of them in her fingers, licked them, swallowing them, whilst I made her look at me.

“That’s nice. See its so much better without struggling.” I grabbed my belt and pants, while I watched Mia dress herself up without a word.

“Need I say, don’t breathe a word of this to anyone else?” Mia shook her head and hugged herself, sitting on the floor, impatiently waiting for me to leave. I took my time.

Outside in the car, my partner noticed something.

“What’s that on your..?” She was pointing to a stain in my pants. Oh fuck.

“Holy moly, have you been banging the wife? Don’t worry, not saying a word. Just drive.”

I obliged. Fuck you too, partner. Fuck you.

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