I had never felt more guilty in all of my life.
It was one thing to harass poor Kairi, but having sex with my own sister was over the line. I knew it wasn't entirely my fault, Jessica had worked us up, but I felt responsible.
How can you justify incest?
The sun was still out of sight when I rose, but I kept the lights off for fear of awakening Felicity. I quickly tied my hair in a bun and slipped on a heavy coat over my negligee. I had to get out of there.
Down on the street the icy temperature hit me hard. I definitely should have dressed a little smarter, but I was too afraid to turn back. There weren't a lot of people out there anyway.
As I wandered along I had time to really think about my actions. Had I gone insane? A few weeks ago I was just another small town girl, I'd only ever been with my boyfriend. Now I was a lesbian turned on by voyeurism and incest; not to mention that I had a lesbian ghost stalking me.
Jessica had not shown her face so far. Could she be warping my mind? Was I possessed? I had heard of possessions in fiction, but this was real.
I found myself at a standstill and suddenly realised that I had wandered pretty far. I examined the area around me, searching for something I could identify.
I saw it.
Just visible at the end of the street stood a rundown old church. It was nothing special, but seeing it filled me with hope.
It was a little warmer on the inside, but I didn't really care. It was small, obviously not a popular location, but it was also clean and I felt safe. There was a lone figure seated on one of the benches. I approached, keeping my head down in shame.
"Father," I began, "I think I need some advice- no, I need help."
"'Sister'," replied the figure.
"Excuse me? How did you know?"
"No, you call me 'Sister', not 'Father'."
I looked up in confusion and found out I was talking to a nun.
"Oh, I'm sorry," I blurted out, "I assumed-"
"No need to be sorry," she said, "I'm new here, but I can still assist those in need. I'm Sister Kate, by the way."
Sister Kate was obviously still young. Her hair was short and red, her eyes a mix of blue and gray. Her habit wasn't exactly form fitting, but I could see that she was built for seduction. As a silently checked her out I realised just how perverted I had become.
"I don't know if I can open up to a woman."
"I understand your reluctance," she said, "However I'm better trained than I look. I'm sure there is something I can do for you. Is your problem... embarrassing?"
I held back a grin, "I guess you could describe it like that."
"I see. We should go somewhere with a little more privacy then?"
"I suppose."
She took me to a small room in the back. There were a twelve chairs arranged in a circle, I sat down opposite her.
"You are clearly disturbed," she said, "How much can you tell me?"
"I'm a sick pervert!" I blurted out.
She was momentarily stunned by my outburst. She gathered herself once more.
"I'm sure it isn't as bad as you seem to think. What have you done to make you feel this way?"
"I've been with another woman."
"That's putting it lightly," a voice whispered in my ear.
I instinctively turned to look, desperately hoping that some stranger had intruded. Sister Kate and I were alone.
"I'm sorry," said Sister Kate, "What are you doing?"
"Ex- excuse me, I'm a little wound up."
"That's perfectly fine. Please, go on."