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.”
