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Series notes: This story crosses into a few different categories. It's primarily a Sci-Fi/Fantasy piece. However, there are several scenes involving incestuous sex - which is why it is categorized the way that it is. ~ This piece is part of a series. The story will make more sense if you read it from start to finish. ~
All of the chapters in the story-chain will be submitted at the same time and should appear every day or so - depending on what the admins decide.
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~~~ Sunday ~~~
We were up early. Mom sent us to shower first - worried that my sister might wake up and discover a crowd of naked people in her mother's bedroom.
The girls tried to get naughty in the shower, whispering about what we'd been up to the previous night, but I told them to chill out and just get cleaned up. Malady was already sensing mom's conflicted feelings as she thought about all of us getting into the car and heading to services. I connected to Kit's mind and relayed some of what Mom was going through.
"She's ... she's ...," she stammered. "I should go hold her until she feels better," she said.
I started to tell her 'no' but decided that - of all of us - she might be the right one.
"Get dressed first," I told her. "She'll want a shower, too, so you can't mess with her routine too much."
"Can you continue to relay her emotions to me - so that I know how to help her?" she asked.
"Sure," I said.
I caught her face in my hands and gave her a tender kiss.
"I love you, sweet kitten," I told her. "You're right. Mom needs to be held while she figures this out - and I certainly can't - and Malady made her cum a few hours ago so she shouldn't do it either."
Kit smiled, jumped up to give me another quick peck, and then hurried off to get dressed.
Malady and I finished drying and then headed down the hall to start getting ready. The girls had picked out some sundresses that looked adorable on them (of course). The outfits were more cute than sexy, and I was hoping to get through services without getting a hard-on. Assuming, of course, that Malady didn't decide to flood my brain with lewd images when she spotted a certain nun ...
She giggled and I realized she was riding coattail on my thoughts again.
I swung my palm at her - to swat her on the ass but - of course - she saw the thought as soon as I thought it. She twirled around my strike and leapt onto my back, cackling like a maniac.
"Fuck! Do you people ever sleep?!" my sister bellowed.
I shot Malady a side-eyed glare of disapproval and she bit my ear and then climbed down to get dressed.
If Mom didn't have plans, I wondered about taking the girls to the zoo. Kit's memories were still a muddled mess but maybe it would soothe her - or get her to remember something. On the other hand, I was curious about what a demon girl would think of what we considered to be wild animals.
I thought back to what the demon world had been like. If we ever decided to move out of Mom's house, we could get by living in a cave in the middle of Arizona or something. Kit. We'd have to have some accommodations for our little rescue - but Malady and I could just hunt for food when we got hungry and live in a cave. Hell, she'd grown up in one that had almost no personal luxuries at all. I wondered what she thought about living in my house and room.
Of course, as soon as I thought those things, she knew. She showed me images of us snuggling together and relaxing. She'd had a great time, last night, with me and Mom as well. She was happy. Kit seemed happy too. Now that I had a "job" and could contribute to the household economy, there was no real reason to think about moving to our own place. I wondered if maybe we could add on or something - to get farther from my sister - to keep from pissing her off so much.
Speaking of the devil, my sister (still wearing whatever she'd worn to bed) stuck her head into my room - probably to see if the shower was available. Mom had her own but - with two more in the house - we were going to need another bathroom.
"Where's Kit?" she asked.
"Helping Mom get ready," I answered.
She looked like she might ask why - but then decided to get showered instead. That was probably the best choice. She'd slept longer than she should and - if she didn't hurry - she was going to risk making us late ... again.
Kit bounced into the room and jumped into my arms. Mom was right behind her. She sat on the bed. Her face was clearer - and her emotions were slightly less anxious.
"Maybe we should skip services this week ...," she said.
"No," I told her.
"No?" she asked.
"You need to keep your routine - or you'll mess with your head," I told her.
"But ... I'm dirty ...," she said.
"I thought church was where dirty people go to get clean ...?" I asked her.
"It is," she said, "but ... just ..."
"You're afraid that the priest will look you in the eye and you'll confess every evil thing we've done?" I asked, knowing I was right because I was watching her thoughts
She nodded.
"He never sins?" I inquired.
"What?"
"Doesn't he do that censer shit at the start to atone for himself?"
"Well, yes ..."
"And we're there to take a spiritual bath too ...," I said. "We're all dirty when we arrive and better when we leave."
"That's ... that's overly simplistic," she complained.
"But not entirely wrong ...," I suggested.
"No, I guess not ...," she admitted.
"Keep your routine," I told her. "Pray, bow, sing, take Holy Communion, and confess whatever makes you feel better. That place is just a car wash. You roll in dirty, roll out clean, and a giant fucking bug hits the middle of your windshield just as you pull back into traffic."
She snort-laughed - and then started giggling.
She stood and came over to give me and Kit (who was still in my arms) a hug.
She pressed her forehead to Kit's temple.
"Thanks for your help - and hugs - this morning, Kitten," she whispered.
