My Sins pt 2 - Sex Stories

My Sins pt 2

... had nothing to do with me not loving him. It was early enough in the day that there were people walking around everywhere. I hoped to find him in his quarters and headed straight there. Sure enough that is where I found him, hunched over in one of the chairs in the outer office. His head in his hands, his fingers tangled in his silver curls. When I entered the room he raised his head slowly. His face was wet and his eyes red. I went to him and dropped to my knees in front of him, grabbing both his hands in mine begging his forgiveness. "I'm so very sorry Father, " "Do you love him?" "Why yes Father, he is my brother and I love him as a brother" Even though I could still see the hurt in his eyes I noticed a slight sign of relief in his face. " Father he is not someone you will loose me to" His embrace was all I needed to know that it would be ok . I slept fitfully, feeling some of the old guilt from my early childhood as it pertained to Buddy. I knew by the way he took me that he still needed me. I was trying to think of how to tell him when he returned. I also needed to be with Father Paul. It bothered me that I couldn't be with him that day, but the place had been abuzz with activity. The next day the Bishop arrived for a visit. I was filling and doing paper work in the outer office , which was fully cleared of the supply boxes of earlier. I could hear the Bishop and Father Paul talking in the next room. The door was closed but the Bishop had such a loud deep voice it ...

... carried to where I was sitting. He laughed a lot, a deep rolling laugh not unlike an oncoming rumble of thunder. I could hear mention of the future, Monsignor, for the good of the Parish and other jumbled parts of the conversation. After 40 minutes or so the door opened and Father and the Bishop came to where I was. Father introduced me, " this is Mary, she has been with us since she was 12. One of our best and brightest" " Nice to meet you young lady" Turning to Father Paul he said " also one of the prettiest I would say as well, you're quite lovely my dear" I instantly blushed and looked down at my hands. As I did I could see Father Paul beaming at me with the biggest grin. They continued out of the room leaving me with my warm face and since being so near to Father after not having him for days, my warm loins as well . The rectory of the parish had long ago burned. That is why Fathers current rectory or as we all referred to it as his quarters, were in the monastery. There were two well furnished rooms that were separate from the small rooms with cots for the brothers and monks. The two rooms were a bit more lavish for guests such as the Bishop. The one that the Bishop happened to be staying in that night shared a wall with Fathers sleeping quarters. Any noise in Fathers bed could be heard in the bed where the Bishop was. I couldn't stand another fitful night alone in my bed. I knew I had to sneak over to see Father. My birthday was tomorrow. Buddy was supposed to return ...