Big Men of the House(108)

I dreaded the next time I had to go to church. My parents told me I had to go confess my sins. It was something they required me to do at least once a year and I hated it with a passion. Why should I tell my own stepdad about all the bad things I've done recently? Shouldn't that just be between God and me? It so embarrassing talking to a parent about things like sex.



That Sunday, we went to church as usual and one of the older priests did the sermon. He spoke about being faithful and how adultery was a sin. These things didn't even apply to me since I wasn't married. I nodded off a couple times and I laughed when I noticed my stepdad on stage was too. After the boring sermon, we walked outside and I thought my parents were going to forget about confession.



“Cora, you need to march your butt right back in there and confess to your stepdad,” my mom said with her don't you dare talk back to me glare.



“Do I really have to?” I complained. “What do I even need to ask forgiveness for? Getting a B- on my history paper?” In reality, I had done a lot of bad stuff this past year but my parents didn't need to know about that stuff.



My mom just stared at me with her arms folded across her chest.



“Fine, I'll meet you in the car in ten minutes.” I went back into the church and it was completely empty. It was always a little scary to be in a church by yourself. It almost felt like God would strike you down if you did or say anything bad. I saw the confessional to the left and the light was green which meant that nobody was in there. The last thing I wanted to was have to wait for some old lady to finish confessing that her last batch of oatmeal cookies wasn't the best.



I walked to the confessional and hesitated before opening it. I always had to decide how much I was going to confess. I never did anything that horrible. Most of it was either masturbation or sex before marriage. I just didn't like talking to really old men about my sex life. I opened the door and walked in. It was always really dark and you could never see the priest that well through the weird window grate. I guess it was nice because he couldn't really see me either.



I knelt down onto the kneeler and crossed myself. “Do I really need to say it, stepdad?” I asked.



“Yes, Cora,” he said behind the screen.



“Forgive me father for I have sinned. It has been one year since my last confession.” I knew that the priest usually wanted the person to just start listing all their sins before they even spoke.



I took a deep breath and mentally went through the bad stuff I had done the past year. “Well father, I had sex probably over twenty times this past year with six different partners. One of those times was with two guys. I've also masturbated almost every single night. Oh yeah and I cheated on my final exam for English. I think that's about it.”



I breathed a sigh of relief when I was finally done listing everything. “For these sins and all my sins I am sorry.” I couldn't believe I just confessed all that to my stepdad.



Now it was time for the priest to take over. I waited for a little while and I could hear him breathing heavily on the other side. “My child, God forgives you for your sins. Please do thirty Hail Marys.”



Father John began to speak to me again, “I know of the temptations you have to endure on a daily basis. These are tests that God gives us. You must remain vigilant and resist these temptations. Now my child, please do thirty Hail Coras.”



I was still shocked that I said all those things. “Thank you father.” I walked out of the confessional and waited to see if my stepdad was going to exit too but he didn't. I walked back outside and joined my mom in the car.



“How did it go Cora?” my mom asked.



“Oh you know it was fine.” I hoped my stepdad wouldn't tell my mom everything I said. We drove back home and I spent the rest of the day in my room. I realized I had a little crush on Father John but I had no idea what to do. He was a man of God and married to my mom so I knew it was going to be next to impossible to have sex with him. But maybe if I was able to catch him in a corner, I could become irresistible to him.



Right before going to sleep, I imagined what I would do tomorrow. I pictured myself entering his office late at night. Father John was just sitting there doing some paperwork.. I was wearing a bathrobe for some reason and when he noticed me I let the robe drop exposing my naked body. The priest got really flustered and I came around his desk and turned his chair so he faced me. I got down on my knees and lifted his robe until his rock-hard boner was released.



Back in my bed, I let my hands feel my breasts and squeeze my nipples. My fingers trailed down past my stomach until I hit my pussy. I was so wet that it was soaking the sheets. I began to rub my clit as I delved deeper into my fantasy with Father John. I bit my bottom lip at the sudden injection of ecstasy.