Sinned: A Priest Romance

by Daye, Veronica

  I laughed. “No, but now you’re giving me more ideas. I guess he’s alright. I don’t think he’s talking to me right now, which is a bummer. I’m trying to not think about it though.”

  “Okay, then I’ll change the subject. Have you heard from your mom?”

  “No. I called her a week or so ago, but she never called me back. She’s pissed at me. She hasn’t spoken to me since the day I left and that day she said something about my betraying her.”

  “Sorry, I’m sure that’s got to be hard.”

  “Yeah, but you know what? I feel so much more at ease not being there. I think I’m okay with it. She’s just going to be how she is. I can’t let it affect me. Now if only the nightmares would stop.”

  “The parking lot nightmares?”

  “Yup, those. They go away for a while and then come back.”

  “It’s better that you’re not there and you know that. Jim was such a creep, and I hated visiting you. And now that Shane lives there, I really should be coming over more often.”

  “Shut up,” I said, laughing. “See, I missed this. I missed talking to you.”

  “I missed it too. And I’m going to miss you once I leave, but now that you’re out of that house you could visit on break and maybe we can do something on spring break. It’ll be nice to have a best friend I can actually do things with.”

  “Thanks, rub it in.”

  “Aww, you know it’s just because I love you.”

  “Love you too, Noelle.”

  “It’s late, I’m gonna crash. Call me tomorrow.”

  As I got off the phone, I decided to give in to sleep. I turned on my favorite playlist and as the music played, I closed my eyes.

  ***

  “Rosalie,” Shane hissed. “Wake up.”

  I gasped for air as my eyes flew open. Shane was wearing nothing but black boxer briefs.

  “What the fuck?” I said as I pulled my blanket up. “Get the fuck out of my room!”

  “Calm down,” he said, holding his hands out. “I heard you crying. You sounded really upset and when you didn’t answer, I came in. Are you alright?”

  I nodded, then burst into tears and shook my head. Sitting up, I pulled my legs up to me and then grabbed my pillow. Shane sat beside me and wrapped his arms around me.

  “Nightmare?” he asked.

  I nodded, unable to speak. He didn’t ask anything else, but I couldn’t shake the visions from my mind. I never told anyone how the nightmare related to my oldest memory. I couldn’t say the words, and it wouldn’t matter because none of it made any sense. But for whatever reason, I wanted to tell Shane.

  As I looked up at him, he met my gaze and pushed my hair back from my face.

  “Can I tell you about it?” I asked. “I don’t know if it’ll make any sense, but I think I need to talk about it.”

  “You can tell me anything.”

  I took a deep breath and closed my eyes for a moment, feeling safe in his arms.

  “I’ve been having these nightmares since I was little. In the dreams I’m around five or six. I’m scared and hiding behind cars in a parking lot in the apartment complex we used to live in when I was little. The dream always ends with me being grabbed from behind and my screaming.”

  “Did it really happen? Because I have nightmares of things that happened to me.”

  “I don’t know. I wish I knew. I asked my mother about it once. I told her about the dream and she told me that Jim once found me wandering in the parking lot behind his apartment. This was before they started dating and he was her boss. He told her I was cutting school, but I always remember loving school.”

  “Do you remember him finding you?”

  “No, I don’t. My memory of that morning is fragmented. I remember him on the phone, I was standing with my book bag near the front door, and I remember the rocking chair next to me was rocking.”

  “That’s it?”

  “That’s it. When I asked my mom if she remembered anything from that day, all she said was that I changed after that and I wasn’t the happy kid I used to be.”

  “What do you think happened?”

  “I don’t know,” I said. “I don’t think I want to know. I just wish the nightmares would stop.”

  He held me tightly as I clung to him. I didn't know how much time had passed, but he slowly let me go and wiped a stray tear from my cheek.

  “I’d better get back to bed,” he said.

  “Please don’t. I’m afraid to fall asleep. Can you stay here with me?”

  Shane’s eyes told me how much he was wrestling with what I said. I knew how he felt about being my stepbrother when we were living together like this, but I didn’t feel that way. It was just another term for him no different than my dad calling him a bad boy. Shane was my stepbrother bad boy, but they were just words to me.

  “I don’t know,” he said softly. “It’s hard enough to be near you like this. And you're so vulnerable and sad right now, I’m afraid of doing something and taking advantage of you. That’s the last thing I want to do.”

  “You could never take advantage of me. If anything happens between us, it’s because I want it to.”

  He held my hand and traced the lines of my palm with his finger. His fingertips were covered with dried paint in different colors.

  “Were you painting?” I asked.

  “Yes. I’ve never shown anyone before, but do you want to see what I’ve been working on?”

  “I’d love that.”

  Shane went through our shared bathroom to his room and came back with a painting on a square canvas he bought the week before. It wasn’t done, but it already had such rich colors and bold lines to it, I thought it was beautiful.

  “I still have a lot of work to do on it, but it’s for you. I know your birthday is coming up and despite what a douche I’ve been at times, you never gave up on me.”

  “Really? You’re making this for me?”

  He nodded. “It’s a rose, like your name. You’re the reason I got this rose on my bicep. It reminds me to stay strong. I’ve had a lot of thorns in my life, but the thing that has kept me going was knowing one day I’d reach the rose and it would all be worth it. So I kept climbing over the thorns and eventually it brought me here, to you. And now I’m here helping you with this thorn, your nightmare.”

  I didn’t know what to say. I was grateful to have him there with me at that moment, but anything I said would have paled in comparison.

  “What about you?” he asked. “I told you I paint to relax, do you have anything like that?”

  “I write. I like writing poetry, sometimes short stories.”

  “I’d love to read your stuff.”

  “No, you wouldn’t like it. It’s just...they’re stupid stories.”

  “Don’t ever say that. If they mean something to you then they can never be stupid.”

  I kept waiting for him to make a joke out of it, but he didn’t. He was serious. And I knew I was in trouble. I was falling for him.

  “How did you learn how to paint?” I asked.

  “I’m sure you can guess I had a lot of spare time in jail. There’s not much to do besides lifting weights or reading. One day when I was in the library, I picked up a book on modern art and fell in love with Cubism. I started sketching and after I got out, I bought some supplies and experimented.”

  “That’s amazing.”

  “My grandmother helped. She bought me art magazines and paid for some classes when we were living with her. Then one day I discovered this artist named Dmitri Nikita. His work is incredible and it really inspired me. I’d love to go to his studio in California and meet him one day. Maybe take a class from him.”

  “I always dreamed about going to California.”

  “We should go, just you and me. We could get away from the bad weather and the nightmares. Just leave all this crap behind.”

  I searched his face looking for some joke I didn’t get, but there wasn't one there. I leaned against Sh
ane, grateful to have him there to keep my thorns away. The more time we spent together, the more I felt myself falling for him, my stepbrother. Was it wrong? He was everything I wanted, but the one I couldn’t have. Or could I?

  ~ Nine ~

  Even though I had started college, it didn’t feel any different or special like I had hoped it would. I knew the problem was that I was a commuter. Everyone in my classes seemed to live in the dorm and had made tons of friends, but I didn’t meet anyone. In a lot of ways, college was no different than high school since no one knew I was alive.

  The big difference though was that I didn’t care. I wanted to go away to college to get out of my house with my mother and stepfather. I did that by moving in with my dad. And with Shane living there, I didn’t want to date or meet anyone else.

  I was finishing up a paper for an assignment when my phone started ringing. Shane’s name floated across the screen.

  “Why are you calling me if you’re in the next room?” I said.

  “Hi, is Rosalie there?” he said.

  “Huh? What are you doing? You know it’s me.”

  “How you doin’? Are you busy tonight?”

  “I thought we were going to rent a movie,” I said.

  “Fuck, Rosalie, can’t you take a hint? I’m trying to ask you out.”

  Holy shit!

  “So, are you busy tonight?” he asked.

  “I was going to rent a movie tonight with my stepbrother.”

  “Ditch the loser and come out with me.”

  “What did you have in mind?”

  “Just the usual wine ‘em, dine ‘em, sixty-nine ‘em.”

  “You’re an asshole, you know that?”

  “Yeah, but you love me anyway.”

  I do.

  “So what do you say?”

  “Yes, I’ll go out with you tonight.”

  “I’ll pick you up at seven.”

  “Do you know where I live?” I held back a giggle.

  “Of course I do. Your stepbrother told me.”

  ***

  The doorbell rang at exactly seven o’clock. My dad and Joanna had left earlier for a dinner party with some friends, so I was alone in the house except for Shane. It felt silly, but I wore my favorite dress. Shane called it a date and I was going to make sure I looked my best.

  “Shane! Can you get that?” I yelled.

  Shane didn’t respond. Instead, the doorbell rang again. Who the hell is ringing the doorbell? I ran down the stairs with my shoes in my hand and yanked the door open. Shane was standing on the other side of the door with a wide grin.

  “Hey gorgeous,” he said.

  “What are you doing?”

  “I told you I would pick you up at seven. Don’t tell me you’re not ready yet.”

  “Shut up and get back in here. Where are we going?”

  “I’m going to give you two choices. We can go out and do the dinner and a movie thing, or we can stay here.”

  “That’s it? I’m disappointed. I expected you to say something crude.”

  “Well, if you're interested, my fucking your brains out could be option number three.”

  “There it is,” I said, laughing. “Actually I was looking forward to staying home and renting a movie.”

  “Score! I have a cheap date!” He laughed. “How about ordering from Palermo’s?”

  “That would be perfect.”

  I changed into a pair of jeans and a t-shirt and after eating dinner, we went to the living room, sat on the couch, and watched a couple of movies. I didn’t feel like we were on a date, it felt normal and natural even though we rarely spent time in the house together.

  “So, I’m a little confused,” I said.

  “What about? Zoolander is a male model,” he said slowly, enunciating each word.

  “Not that, you jerk. I thought you didn’t want anything to happen between us.”

  “Right, I do lie naked with all of my sisters.” Shane pulled my feet up, put them on his lap, and stroked my leg.

  “It’s a good thing you're an only child then.”

  “Seriously though, I’ve been doing a lot of thinking about us. I hear in certain places it’s perfectly normal to screw around with your sister, so maybe we should give it a try.”

  “I can’t believe I agreed to go on a date with you.” I shook my head. “You’re a child.”

  He turned off the television and turned to face me, his eyes looking into me like only he could. I thought about our night at the hotel and turned away from his stare in case he could read my mind.

  “I know what you’re thinking about. I haven’t forgotten about that night either,” he said, his voice husky. “Or any night I’ve slept in the room next to yours. You’re all I think about, Rosalie, whether you’re my stepsister or not.” He stood and opened the front door. “I don’t know what’s right anymore. But please do me a favor and go to your room and lock your door. Your skin is so damn soft, just touching your leg gave me a hard on. I don’t want to do anything I might regret.”

  He stepped outside and I stood to follow him, then stopped myself. I didn’t want to be a regret of his.

  I went to my bedroom and, like he asked, I locked my door. After getting ready for bed, I lay in the dark and stared up at the ceiling as I listened to the house.

  The shutter outside my window creaked as the wind blew. A car drove past. Shane’s footsteps echoed in the hall as he went to his room. I lost track of time, but none of it mattered because all I could think about was his naked body lying against me. I covered my face with a pillow as I tried to suffocate myself to sleep.

  Tap tap tap.

  What was that? I pushed the pillow aside and waited, but didn’t hear anything. Probably a squirrel in the attic.

  Tap tap tap.

  I knew what the sound was that time. I got up and stood in front of the closed bathroom door.

  “Shane?” I whispered.

  Tap tap tap.

  I opened the door. Shane was shirtless but still in his jeans. He grabbed my face with his hands and pressed his lips against mine. I threw my arms around his neck and as he picked me up, I wrapped my legs around his waist.

  As he lay me on the bed, he pushed his jeans off and they dropped to the floor. His body looked even more cut in the moonlight. Pulling the blanket back, I slid over and he got into bed with me.

  “You changed your mind?” I asked.

  “Shh. You talk too much.” He smiled then kissed me again. “I don’t care whose house this is, I don’t care if you’re my stepsister, I just want to be with you.”

  He pulled my nightshirt up and threw it aside as he kissed my shoulder and pressed me against his rock-hard body as we lay on our sides. My hands wandered over him, feeling the strong muscles of his back, down to his firm butt.

  As I leaned back onto the bed, his lips found mine and he kissed me deeply. His hand moved over my breast and I arched my body, pressing myself further into his palm, wanting more. All my inhibitions drifted away as his fingers moved over the curve of my body to my hip, where his fingers ran across the edge of my panties.

  “Are you okay with this?” he asked.

  “Yes,” I said, panting, wondering if he stopped to torture me.

  His fingers curled around the edge of my bikini. I gazed back into his intense eyes as I slid my hand down to his hard cock. I moved my hand slowly up and down his shaft as he slowly pulled my panties down. He was definitely some kind of sadist.

  My body trembled as his lips brushed over my breasts before taking a nipple into his mouth. He sucked on it slowly, then rougher, brushing his teeth against the hard nubbin before treating the other one the same way. I moaned as my body pulsed with desire.

  “I don’t know, I’m not getting the sense you really want it.”

  I slid my hand a little faster on his cock, but he stopped me and shook his head, scolding me. My panties moved down further and I lifted my legs out of them. I was ready to jump him. He moved his hand ove
r my mound.

  “How badly do you need it?” he asked with a sly grin.

  “Are you really going to make me beg?”

  “Maybe I want to hear how badly you want me inside your wet pussy.”

  He slid a finger into my wetness and I was quickly close to the edge. All the dirty talk and time spent with him over the past few weeks had been like foreplay for me.

  “Please,” I breathed.

  He reached down to his jeans and pulled out a condom. Ripping the package open with his teeth, he pulled it out and swiftly rolled it over his thick rod.

  His lips closed over mine as his cock rubbed over my wetness. I felt the pressure of his tip against my entrance as he continued to kiss me. His cock thrust inside my pussy and I moaned.

  “You’re so fucking tight,” he groaned before moving his hips faster.

  Each movement pushed me closer towards the edge. There was nothing sweet about what we were doing at that moment, it was pure lust and desire. A moan escaped my lips.

  “I love making you moan,” he said.

  He pulled my thigh up, entering me deeper. The sweat of our bodies made us slicker. I was ready to cry out his name when I heard the door open downstairs.

  “Shit, they’re home,” I said. “We’re going to get caught.”

  “Not if we’re quiet.”

  He slowed his pumping as our parents entered the house. While the thought of getting caught worried me at first, Shane continued his long thrusts into me and got me more excited.

  “I’m close,” I whispered.

  As his cock thrust into me faster, I heard our parents as they walked down the hall past my door. My pussy tightened around Shane and his mouth closed over mine as the wave of release hit me.

  I moaned, but his kiss silenced me. As my body quivered underneath him, he gasped into the pillow behind me, thrusting as he came.