Trisha’s Mum couldn’t help crying all through
the investigation. She had heard things she never believed her sweet lil Ngozi
could do. They must be lies, she said. Ngozi is still a virgin and she will be
buried in white to prove that. Trisha’s Dad however didn’t doubt a thing. He
knew his daughter was a slut just like her mother. They just loved to pretend
or assume they were saints. He was sad his daughter was dead but he didn’t
care. She deserved everything that happened to her
You do not look sad at
all about the death of your daughter, why?
He looked up at the detective and smiled. Got up, went to
the mini bar and poured himself a shot of whisky
I cannot bring her
back from the dead detective, I am just sad she didn’t change before she died
but then; all sinners must face the consequence
How dare you Emmy, how
dear you talk about your dead daughter like that emeka? She was a saint, a
saint and she will go to heaven, she is in heave. You caused all this when you
eloped and married your own daughter’s classmate. A child Emeka, you are the
sinner
Trisha’s mum broke down wailing as her eldest son consoled
her. Her Father grinned and sipped on his drink. He walked to the window and
looked out as the detectives wonder what other hidden secrets the family are
hiding. Buchi shook his head at his dad
and hugged his mum as he took an excuse to leave. One of the detectives
volunteered to drive him back to school and he agreed
Will you like to talk
about how your daughter felt when you married her classmate?
No detective, I will
not talk about how I live my life. My children have no say in the way I live or
who I choose to spend the rest of my life with. If their mother was not such a
slut, sleeping with the driver and my staff, I would not have been pushed into
the arms of a younger, more beautiful, more loving younger woman.
Trisha’s mum couldn’t take it anymore as she ran up to her
room, wailing more. The detective tried to stop her but her husband stopped him
instead
Don’t even try it, she
might end up fucking you too
The detective was more than shocked at Trisha’s father’s
statement as he looked up towards the room and back at the father who drank his
whisky in a gulp and poured another, offering the detective who refused.
…
On their ride back, Buchi kept staring out the window, lost in
thoughts and smiled at intervals. He was close to his sister. He loved her.
Their closeness was not the usual sibling’s kind of one, they truly loved each
other and they showed it in every way they could. At that moment he shrugged,
wondering if the dad knew about their love.
You seem lost; I bet you
were very close to your sister?
Yes I was detective,
she was my best friend
At that moment he smiled and the detective wondered why he
did
See, my sister was a
true genius; she knew how to make every man feel good and loved. She was always
by my side no matter what. She was soft and gentle, not the kind of person
anyone will want to hurt
A tear dropped down his eyes as he sobbed silently. The
detective handed him a tissue while trying to grab his body language
You said your sister
knew how to make a man happy but how come your father doesn’t like her
My father doesn’t
understand women. He wants to rule them and treat them like children. He
doesn’t know they have a mind of their own. Their tenderness makes any man feel
good. Their lips speak life to a man even to his body. She was in every way a
woman, a woman who knew how to please her men
The detective shrugged at that as it sounded too sexual and
she wondered, could brother and sister be having a sexual relationship? Buchi
turned to look at her at that moment and smiled
Bet you can never
understand that. I love my sister more than I have ever loved any woman. She
was there for me through the heart aches and she soothed it, I wish I was there
for her
He looked out the window again as he reminisced the good
times. He will never get to kiss her soft lips again or feel her fingers trace
his spinal cord as her teeth softly bite his buttocks. He will never feel her
soft hands gently caress his manhood as she gently kisses round his balls. He picked
up his phone to look at the last picture she sent him, she was the best; the
best he had ever had. He got so hard thinking about the sexting they did as he
read the chats. More tears dripped down his eyes.
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The detective stared at his hard-on, more shocked at the
size than the fact he was having a hard on at this moment. She wished she could
bend down and suck it, take everything in her mouth. She rubbed against her
thighs and kept on driving, biting down on her on her lower lip.
