It was a musty, dark room. Nothing she remembered from any detective stories. Not even from the old communist ones. And yet it was supposed to be an interrogation room. She had been sitting in the chair for hours. Her bottom hurt and her eyes burned from crying all the time. This was bad. Very bad. And why? Because her brother had done something stupid and now they wanted to know the truth.
Them. Two men. One was a thin man in his fifties with graying hair and a prominent bald spot on the top of his head. His washed shirt smelled of sweat and cigarette smoke.
He was sitting directly across from her, behind a battered table, chewing hard. The other, much younger, was leaning against the door, the only exit from the room. He had a tight T-shirt that emphasized his larger biceps, but also his beer belly. He kept smiling that weird smile and looking at her.
“So, have you come to your senses, little girl?” asked the older man, who introduced himself as Captain Mašek.
She looked at him pleadingly, because this was what he had been asking her for the last hour.
“I told you it wasn’t like that,” she said, and started to cackle again.
She never thought she would experience this at twenty-one. She was arrested and charged with her brother. The idiot. How she hated him. On the other hand, when she realized why he was here now, it was her own fault. But they wouldn’t understand. Could she tell them the truth? It seemed so unbelievable to her, too.
“So we’ll sum it up for you,” the young man began, trying to smile more at her. She watched him and saw that he was strangely happy about it. Maybe the whole thing was even exciting to him.
“You have one last chance. Just blame it all on your brother. You don’t have to have any problems with that. Well, except for that one thing,” the older one tried. As if he was supposed to be the good guy and the young one was supposed to be the bad cop.
“Come on, you still have your life ahead of you. You don’t want to have a record in the registry. That would drag on for a long time,” he continued, trying to use her emotions to make her admit everything they had already outlined. But she couldn’t. She knew it was a lie and she couldn’t lie.
“So your brother…”
Her brother. A twenty-two-year-old jerk who was always flirting, what a pig he was. Girls came and went faster than his socks. He never did well at school, so he went to an apprenticeship and trained as a locksmith. He spent his free time in the gym and in pubs and discos. And he still lived with his parents. The Mama Hotel suited him, although his parents would have liked him to find his own place. His father even considered asking him to rent it, but then he rejected it. He didn’t want to get upset unnecessarily, and she understood him. His brother was just an idiot.
“He made up his mind two years ago and did it,” the older policeman snapped her out of her thoughts, looking at her significantly.
“Just nod, you don’t have to be shy or anything,” he tried to tell her what to do.
“No, it really wasn’t like that. He’s not like that. He’s an idiot, yes, but he really wouldn’t do this,” she cried again.
“Look, it seems to me,” the younger policeman began, “that you’re just in this together. You also decided and did it. And that makes it even worse for you, little girl.”
She looked at him in horror and shook her head.
“No, no, no, it really wasn’t like that,” she repeated, crying and hiding her face in her hands.
The policemen looked at each other.
“We don’t have all day to do this, so we’ll summarize the facts we have,” the older policeman sighed, opening the file that lay on the table in front of him and peering into it.
“About two years ago, you and your brother decided to start living together intimately. We don’t know exactly how it started. Your brother was single at the time, witnesses confirm this, and according to them, it was unusual because he managed to have three girlfriends at the same time. You were also single at the time and you rejected them all, which means he started enjoying himself with you.”
The younger policeman was literally grinning and looking at her lewdly. You could see how he imagined it. Her and her brother. How she moaned as his hard cock was thrust into her wet pussy. How she thrust against him, offering her body to him to touch and kissing him, while they experienced waves of pleasure.
He has a nice figure. Well-built. And she’s not an ugly girl. Quite the opposite. Tall, thin, with longer blonde hair. Breasts just big enough to fit in your hand, but firm and full. It was clear that he must like her too. This must have been clear to everyone when they saw him looking at her. And she too had to admit that her brother’s cock was truly a sin.
“We know you argued a lot. You could be heard from across the street. He probably wanted more than just a romantic relationship. And you wanted to stop it again. We understand that.”
“You sure enjoyed it, didn’t you?” the younger policeman asked.
“What do you think of me? I’ve never been with my brother…” she began rebelliously, but realized that she would then have to tell what really happened, so she stopped.
“Hmmm then I’m wondering how it’s possible that your one-year-old son is your brother’s son, even according to the DNA test?”
And here it was. That’s what it all revolved around. The test was ordered. Someone reported them. Someone who found it strange that she, who no one had ever seen with a man, suddenly got pregnant. Someone who then saw her son and realized that he looked exactly like his brother.
Unfortunately, the DNA tests could only confirm what she had known since the beginning of her pregnancy.
“He just came all over you like a girl? He couldn’t help it. Such a nice body,” the younger policeman grumbled when they didn’t get a response from her.
Oh yes. My brother didn’t like condoms. That was known about him. He never used them with his girls and some of them had already caused abortions. He didn’t care. When he had his dick in a tight pussy, he rode it, stretched it, he enjoyed it to the fullest. And at the end, that huge cumshot. And my brother was blessed with that. Huge splashes that filled the pussy beautifully.
“I’m so stupid,” she cried, burying her face in her hands again.
The younger policeman smiled. It was a winning smile, a “Now we’ve got you” kind of smile. He knew they had won.
“Why would you be stupid?” the elderly policeman asked.
He wanted her to confirm it. To confirm that she had enjoyed passionate sex with her brother and that they had not looked for protection, and that was why she had gotten pregnant with him and had a son with him.
“It’s the remote,” she said instead, completely confusing them.
They looked at each other in confusion and then back at her.
“What?” they asked suddenly, watching her with their mouths open.
“The remote control, from the TV, I’m so stupid… but it’s not my brother’s fault… he really isn’t… I’m not with him… but the remote control,” she said incoherently, crying.
The police were totally confused.
“What the hell is the remote control again?” the younger policeman couldn’t help himself, coming to the table and slamming his hand on it.
“Hey girl, don’t make fools of us. What are you talking about?”
“Bro, he really didn’t have a girlfriend all of a sudden. He just sat at home and watched porn,” she suddenly blurted out.
“I saw him jerking off sometimes. Sometimes he would yell my name while doing it. Well, it turned me on, the way he jerked off and watched that porn and my name on top of that,” she continued.
Suddenly the floodgates opened and she had to tell the truth.
“One day I came home from a party. My parents were asleep and my brother was jerking off again, yelling my name again, and just as I came in, he came. He got scared, so he quickly ran to his room, saying I was a total idiot.”
The police watched her with their mouths open, suspecting that what was coming would be something they had never experienced before.
“I came to the couch to turn off the porn and I see that on the remote…” she started crying again.
The older policeman suddenly began to realize.
“What about the remote?” the younger one asked.
“He was covered in his cum and I took him and,” she started crying again.
“What are you?” the older policeman prompted after a while, and she looked at him.
“I put it inside me and had a good time with it. Is that what you wanted to hear? I fucked the remote control that had my brother’s cum on it!”
She screamed and collapsed onto the table.
The police officers took a moment to recover from the shock. Then they turned off the recording, took the file, and left the room.
