Chapter 2
Chapter Two
LYLA
I stepped into the confessional booth like I did every week. It wasn’t because I was compelled to purge myself of my sins, but because I knew what those stories did to my brother.
“Bless me, Father, for I have sinned.”
Damien cleared his throat. “May the Lord be in your heart and on your lips so that you may confess all your sins well.”
“Well, Father, I’ve had some very inappropriate thoughts. Thoughts that would repel the Lord and cause the devil to smirk in glee.”
“Go on, my child,” Damien said.
“You see, I’ve had inappropriate thoughts about someone I should never think about.”
“We all have bad thoughts, child. It’s only a problem if we give in to sin. Go on, confess.”
“I think about sinning with my brother. A lot. I have dreams about him touching me in places that only a husband should touch his wife. Places a brother has no right to touch. My impure thoughts are so bad that I’m even thinking about it right now.”
Damien’s words came out hoarse, “Go on, my child. Tell me every detail of your impure thoughts.”
“My brother is a handsome man, a kind man, a man who’s done more for me than anyone else on this earth.
He’s given up so much to help others and show them the eternal light of God, and all I want is to corrupt him.
I want him to yearn for me the way he yearns for the Lord.
I long for him to worship my body the way he worships at the altar of the Lord. ”
I heard a rustle on the other side of the partition and I knew my words were affecting him. They always did. He was a hot-blooded man, after all.
My mind drifted and I wondered if he was getting hard under his robes. If the rush of blood was leaving his mind and flooding straight to his straining erection.
“I often wonder what his shaft would taste like as it filled my mouth while I stared up at him in reverence. I imagine how he’d hold my head down and choke me, tears rolling down my cheeks. Is it sinful that I think about that, Father?”
“Yes,” he rasped. “It’s a sign that you are a Jezebel. A girl without morality. A girl who must repent.”
The deep timbre of his voice made my nipples harden and liquid pool between my thighs.
“Father, it’s so bad. These thoughts are so vile and I can’t control my body when I think of them. Right now my pussy is wet. It’s more proof of my sins. My panties are soaked, Father, and all I want is to touch myself, something I know I shouldn’t do because that place belongs only to my husband.”
“What’s happening with your panties, my child?” Damien asked.
I smiled, parted my legs, and slid my panties down, removing them before passing them through the screen. “See, Father? Why is my body betraying me? Am I cursed?”
Damien took my panties. In the shadows, I heard the sharp inhale as he brought them to his face.
“I can smell your sin, my child. You’re far past anything confession can do for you.”
“What should I do, Father? How do I rid myself of this?”
“Well, the only way to cure your physical response to these thoughts is to perform a holy union. Something that can be sanctioned by God. For this you have to trust me. Can you trust me, my child?”
“Yes, Father. Please help me.”
“Alright, my child. I’m going to need you to open your legs for the Lord’s salvation.”
I smiled as my legs parted to the cool air. “How is this going to help, Father?”
“I need you to be quiet, my child, so the Lord can speak through me.”
“Yes, Father. I’ll do whatever you say to rid myself of this temptation. The ache is so bad, it’s haunting me, Father. I’ll do whatever is necessary to end this torture. Just make this physical need go away. Help me, Father.”
“That’s good, my child. We must be dedicated and steadfast to keep ourselves pure. Touch where it hurts, my child.”
My hand slipped between my legs and the tip of my index finger pressed against my clit.
“Oh, Father, it’s helping relieve the pressure.
Thank you, Father. Father, why am I so wet down here?
Not only wet but empty. There’s a desperate need to be filled.
My little hole aches for something inside it.
Tell me how to fix this problem, Father. Please help me.”
“Take your other hand and place two fingers into the hole that needs cleansing. Move those fingers, child, until you find a rhythm that casts the devil out of you.”
I smiled and followed his instructions, sliding two fingers from my left hand into my pussy and pumping them in and out.
My breathing escalated as I humped my hand and flicked my clit.
“Oh, Father, this feels so good. The Lord is truly helping me rid myself of the pain. I wish you could see this, Father. I wish you could witness the Lord’s work down here on earth.
Oh, Father, don’t you want to see the miraculous work you’re doing on this planet? ”
“I do, my child. There’s nothing I long for more than to see the miraculous nature of His guiding light.”
“How can we make that happen, Father? How can you bear witness to this miracle?”
“Is that what you want, my child? For me to watch the Lord cleanse you of this sin?”
“Yes, Father.”
I heard footsteps, then the opening and closing of his door before the light cascaded into my side and Damien appeared before me. His gaze roamed from my face, down my body, until it locked between my legs.
“That’s it, my child. Cast that demon out of your body. Faster. Move those fingers faster. The Lord commands it.”
“Yes, Father,” I panted as my fingers slid in and out of my wetness. “Father, I’m trying so hard, but I fear I might not be strong enough to do it alone. I pray to the Lord to help me, Father. May He hear my prayers.”
Damien fell to his knees and stared at my hands working my body. “The Lord is compelling me to help you, my child. He demands I aid you not just as your priest but also as your brother. He is commanding that I rid my sister of the evil within her. Do you accept the Lord’s plan for salvation?”
“Yes, Damien. Yes, big brother, help me. I’ll do whatever the Lord commands.”
Damien said nothing as his hands gripped my thighs and parted my legs wider. “Remove your hands. It must be I who does the work. I must help carry your burden.”
As soon as my hands left my body, Damien pressed his face to my wet pussy and inhaled deeply.
“The taste of sin is so tempting. So sweet.” Then his tongue was on my clit, working in slow circles, devouring me.
“That’s it, sister. Let me take the pain the devil has inflicted on you.
Fill my mouth with the lust he has set within you. Allow me to cleanse you.”
My hands fell to his dark hair as I held his head to my center. “Yes, Damien. Oh my God, yes. Please, more.”
“Have you ever allowed anyone else to do this to you, Lyla?” Damien asked between licks.
“No, never. No other man has even seen me naked. I’m a good girl. This is new. This must be the devil taking hold of me. Please cleanse me, big brother. Help your sister. Keep me from the clutches of the devil.”
Damien growled as he slid two fingers inside me. “Good girl. Good fucking girl. This pussy is divine and must remain so at all costs.”
“Father, I feel something,” I moaned. “I feel some sort of release… please, faster. I’m so close. Please.”
“Ride my face, my child. Ride my face until this demon is cast out of you. Fill my mouth with your sin. That’s it, Lyla. Use your brother’s mouth. Faster, little sister. Faster.”
“Oh God, yes. Oh my God.” My head hit the back of the wood and I screamed as my body convulsed. “Thank you, Father.”
“Lyla, the Lord now needs you to be of service.”
I gazed down at Damien, his lips glistening with my juices. “I’ll do anything, Damien. Anything.”
Damien moved his hands to his robes, parted them, and gripped his cock, stroking himself slowly. His dick was beautiful. It was long, thick, veined, and massive.
“It seems the devil has passed the ache to me. Will you help save your big brother?”