churchsmut. *points to icon* yeah. that would be me
Rating:R
twincest, blasphemy and profanity.
For my internet aunties, green_grrl, haldoor, and kaige68.
Would You, Could You, In a Church?
“Really, Connor.” Sister Theresa scolded. “It’s your last year of school, and I had expected better of you by now.”
“Sorry, Sister.”
“You will be kneeling here for the next half hour, Connor MacManus, begging God for forgiveness for your disrespectful behaviour. Or I’ll know about it. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Sister.” Connor replied, head hanging slightly. He slid into the nearest pew and knelt, flinching a bit at the familiar ache that settles into his knees. Sister Theresa left with one last disapproving look over her shoulder.
“Thought she’d never go.” A voice hisses from by Connor’s feet.
Connor glared at Murphy’s cheerful face peering up from underneath the next pew.
“What the fu...” he trailed off with an apologetic look towards the tabernacle. “What d’ya think you’re doin’?” He hissed, darting a cautious glance back to see if the nun had really left. “Sister’d kill you if she found ya here talkin’ with me. And I’m still right pissed off at ya.”
“Aye, I figured ya might be.” Murphy whispered, his wicked smile growing wider. “Thought I should make it up to ya. Besides,” he added. “I don’t plan on getting caught.”
Connor snorted. “Right. Like how you didn’t plan on getting caught that time ya decided we should move ma’s garden? To the other side of town?”
“Ah, hush. It was a good idea at the time. Maybe not so great once we sobered up, but...”
“Wait.” Connor cut him off. “What do ya mean, ‘make it up to me’?”
Murphy’s grin turned into a definite smirk.
Oh, shite. “Murph, don’t even think of it. ‘M not lettin’ ya do anythin’ in church. It’s blasphemy.” Connor warned, giving his twin his best glare. It seemed to have no effect, as Murphy just winked cheekily before his head disappeared from view. Ah, fuck. Brother, I’m goin’ ta kill ya. Connor barely managed to hold back a yelp as Murphy reappeared, sliding a hand up Connor’s thigh as he crouched in front of him.
“Murph.” He growed, desperate. “Don’t you fucken dare.”
“What ya goin’ ta do, Con? Call for the sister?” Murphy laughed. “Hush now. Say your penance.” He swiftly unzipped Connor’s jeans, sliding them down just enough for Connor’s cock to be freed. “Who’s the perverted one now, eh?” he gloated. “Not wearing any pants to school. Were ya hopin’ I’d be able to get ya alone sometime today? Shove you against the wall and suck ya off slowly?”
Connor groaned. Fucken Murph and his fucken wicked mouth. He’s already hard, and Murphy’s done nothing more than talk at him. Well, that and look at him Didn’t even have to look down to see that all too familiar smirk on Murphy’s face. His eyes slam shut as Murphy ghosts a warm breath across his hipbone. Connor’s breathing is catching, but he still tried to offer a prayer of apology for their sin. “Pater noster qui es in caelis, santifi… santificado sea tu Nombre; Dein Reich komme… Dein Reich... FUCK.” Forgiveme. he begged silently, nodding towards the tabernacle, fingers digging into the pew-back in front of him as Murphy drove all thoughts of God from his head.
twincest, blasphemy and profanity.
For my internet aunties, green_grrl, haldoor, and kaige68.
Would You, Could You, In a Church?
“Really, Connor.” Sister Theresa scolded. “It’s your last year of school, and I had expected better of you by now.”
“Sorry, Sister.”
“You will be kneeling here for the next half hour, Connor MacManus, begging God for forgiveness for your disrespectful behaviour. Or I’ll know about it. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Sister.” Connor replied, head hanging slightly. He slid into the nearest pew and knelt, flinching a bit at the familiar ache that settles into his knees. Sister Theresa left with one last disapproving look over her shoulder.
“Thought she’d never go.” A voice hisses from by Connor’s feet.
Connor glared at Murphy’s cheerful face peering up from underneath the next pew.
“What the fu...” he trailed off with an apologetic look towards the tabernacle. “What d’ya think you’re doin’?” He hissed, darting a cautious glance back to see if the nun had really left. “Sister’d kill you if she found ya here talkin’ with me. And I’m still right pissed off at ya.”
“Aye, I figured ya might be.” Murphy whispered, his wicked smile growing wider. “Thought I should make it up to ya. Besides,” he added. “I don’t plan on getting caught.”
Connor snorted. “Right. Like how you didn’t plan on getting caught that time ya decided we should move ma’s garden? To the other side of town?”
“Ah, hush. It was a good idea at the time. Maybe not so great once we sobered up, but...”
“Wait.” Connor cut him off. “What do ya mean, ‘make it up to me’?”
Murphy’s grin turned into a definite smirk.
Oh, shite. “Murph, don’t even think of it. ‘M not lettin’ ya do anythin’ in church. It’s blasphemy.” Connor warned, giving his twin his best glare. It seemed to have no effect, as Murphy just winked cheekily before his head disappeared from view. Ah, fuck. Brother, I’m goin’ ta kill ya. Connor barely managed to hold back a yelp as Murphy reappeared, sliding a hand up Connor’s thigh as he crouched in front of him.
“Murph.” He growed, desperate. “Don’t you fucken dare.”
“What ya goin’ ta do, Con? Call for the sister?” Murphy laughed. “Hush now. Say your penance.” He swiftly unzipped Connor’s jeans, sliding them down just enough for Connor’s cock to be freed. “Who’s the perverted one now, eh?” he gloated. “Not wearing any pants to school. Were ya hopin’ I’d be able to get ya alone sometime today? Shove you against the wall and suck ya off slowly?”
Connor groaned. Fucken Murph and his fucken wicked mouth. He’s already hard, and Murphy’s done nothing more than talk at him. Well, that and look at him Didn’t even have to look down to see that all too familiar smirk on Murphy’s face. His eyes slam shut as Murphy ghosts a warm breath across his hipbone. Connor’s breathing is catching, but he still tried to offer a prayer of apology for their sin. “Pater noster qui es in caelis, santifi… santificado sea tu Nombre; Dein Reich komme… Dein Reich... FUCK.” Forgiveme. he begged silently, nodding towards the tabernacle, fingers digging into the pew-back in front of him as Murphy drove all thoughts of God from his head.