For I Have Sinned (the Hudgens sisters)

[DarkSwordsman]

For I Have Sinned

With: Vanessa Hudgens

Also starring: Stella Hudgens



Designer stiletto heels clicked on the stone flooring and echoed around the empty church in Downtown Los Angeles as Vanessa Hudgens marched down the aisle and towards the confessional booth.  She wore a skimpy white top that clung to her upper half like a needy child, her stiff pink nipples poking through the thin fabric like they were plotting an escape, and a frayed denim skirt, the hem of which barely extended past her crotch, revealing every inch of her long, slender legs.  Her glossy raven locks hung gracefully about her shoulder blades, while her pretty face had been dabbed, dawbed, glossed, and otherwise adorned, with a host of expensive cosmetics,

Vanessa took a deep, nervous breath and opened the door to the booth, parking her cute little ass on the wooden bench. Father Quinn was sat in the adjacent booth; watching through the slats in the partition as she took her seat, the 65 year old Catholic priest thanking the Lord above for sending such a beautiful young woman in his way on what had been, up to that point, a rather dull afternoon. Vanessa cleared her throat and began.

“Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned.  It’s been…maybe a year since my last confession.”

“Go on, my child,” Quinn replied, crossing his fingers in hope of something juicy.

“I recently engaged in premarital sex, Father.”

Good start.

“And with whom did you engage in these relations, my child?”

“It was with a member of my family, Father.”

Quinn’s ears pricked up.  He certainly hadn’t been expecting that.

“Which member of your family, my child?”

“My sister, Father.”

Quinn punched the air, mouthing a silent ‘YES!!’ in celebration.  He steeled himself so he could respond.

“Explain to me the details of your transgression, my child.  Nice and slowly.”

Vanessa looked perplexed.  That wasn’t something a priest usually said.

“Slowly, Father?”

“Yes, my child.  To ensure that I don’t miss anything.  I can’t very well absolve you of your sins if I don’t know the full extent of them now, can I?”

Vanessa chuckled somewhat awkwardly.

“No, I guess not.  Well, a couple nights ago my boyfriend went out with his buddies, so I thought I’d invite my sister Stella over for a bit of a girls night.  I hadn’t seen her in a while and figured it would be a good opportunity to catch up.”

“And is your sister as pretty as you, my child?” Quinn asked.

Vanessa giggled, blushing slightly at the compliment.

“Yes, Father, she looks just like me, only six years younger.”

“She sounds like a delightful young woman,” said Quinn, picturing the younger Hudgens sibling in his head.  “Please continue.”

“So we were hanging out in our PJs, eating ice cream and watching some girly movies when I suggested breaking out the wine.  Anyway, a few bottles later and Stella started to feel a little flushed and asked if it was OK if she took off her pyjama bottoms.”

Quinn started to feel his old, withered dick growing under his robe; a sensation he thought himself now incapable of achieving without the aid of a pill. 

“Go on.”

“I said it was fine and I didn’t want her to be the only one partially dressed, so I took mine off too.”

“What Christian behavior.  How very caring of you, my child.”

“Thank you, Father.  So, we’re both sitting about in our shorts and tops, sipping wine and talking about boys…”

“Please, my dear,” Quinn interjected, “you need to paint as vivid a picture for me as possible.  Describe the shorts you were wearing in more detail for me, if you’d be so kind.”

“Sorry, Father.  Well, they were short shorts…”

“How short, my child?”

“Real short, Father.  They were practically riding up our asses, they were so small!”

“Good Lord!” Quinn exclaimed.

His dick was now rock hard under the fabric of his cassock for the first time in years, Vanessa’s story proving to be a more effective stimulant than any prescription med ever could.

Vanessa was taken aback by this sudden outburst.  “Father?”

“Oh...err...the good Lord will forgive you for your sin if you...err...describe it to him in great detail,” Quinn stammered.  “Great, great detail, my child. Now, what colour were these shorts you were wearing?”

“Mine were pink, and I think Stella’s were baby blue.”

“And your tops, my child, were they the thin kind?”

“Yes, very thin, Father.  I could practically see Stella’s nipples through the fabric of hers!”  Vanessa laughed. “Sorry, Father, was that too much information.”

“Not at all, my child,” Quinn replied, his underpants now pooled around his ankles as the elderly priest stroked his shriveled dong under the material of his robe.  “No detail is too lurid when giving a confession. What happened next?”

“So, like I said, we were drinking wine, giggling and talking about guys and sex and whatnot, when Stella asked me if I’d ever kissed a girl before.  So I told her I had and asked her the same question.”

“And what did she say, my dear?”

“She said she hadn’t, but she’d kind of always wanted to try it.”

“Go on,” said Quinn, the old man now stroking his cock at such a pace, his hand was chafing against the fabric of his cassock. 

“Is everything OK, Father?” asked Vanessa.  “I thought I heard kind of a shuffling noise.”

“Oh, that’s the mice in the sacristy, my dear.  The exterminator is coming to send the damn things to hell tomorrow afternoon.  Now, you were saying…”

“Yeah, so she said she wanted to make out with a girl, and I don’t know what it was, Father- if it was the wine or the endorphins or whatever, ‘cause we’d been laughing and joking so much, but I said that she could kiss me if she wanted to.  She said she’d like that, and the next thing I knew, we were making out right there in my lounge!”

Quinn’s roaming hand came to an abrupt stop and he huffed angrily from behind the partition.

“Child, please, the Lord and I need more information if we’re to absolve you of your sins.”

“Right, of course, Father.  So, we pushed our lips together and, my God…”

“Don’t take the Lord’s name in vain, my child.”

“Oh, sorry...my gosh, her lips were so soft, so plump.  Just like mine.”

“Did they taste of anything, my dear?” Quinn asked, his pumping quickly returning to its previous rhythm as Vanessa regaled him with her tale.

“Yes, they tasted kinda like raspberry, ‘cause of her lip gloss.”

“Did you use tongues, my child?”

“Yes, Father.  Lots of tongue.  Matter of fact, we were full on French kissing in a matter of moments!”

“And what happened next, my child?”

“Well, we broke from our kiss and, I have to say, Father, I didn’t feel any guilt or shame for my misdeed.  It just felt...right? Oh, Father, why would the Lord make something so wrong feel so right?”

Quinn huffed once more; the break in the story halting the momentum of his violent plank spank.

“God works in mysterious ways, my dear,” he replied hastily.  “Now, please, continue.”

“OK, yeah, so we broke from our kiss and just smiled and giggled at one another, then went in for another.  And this time Stella put her hand on my ass...sorry, butt...sorry, posterior, and, my word, I haven’t felt a jolt of electricity like that from another person in a long time.  So, by now we both know full well what’s about to happen and before long we were up on our knees, facing one another, making out, running our hands up and down each other’s bodies, feeling each other’s tits...err, breasts...cupping each other’s posteriors.  Then, she took hold of the hem of my shirt and pulled it up over my head.”

“Lord above!” Quinn panted, his hand now roaming up and down his shaft as quickly as aching bones would allow.

“Excuse me, father?” 

“Oh...Lord above, please forgive this young woman for her evil sins!  Provided that she continues to describe them in as much detail as possible and without stopping.”

“Sorry, Father.  So then, she reached down and cupped my ass...posterior.  Is posterior the right word? Or is it, like, derriere, or…”

“Ass is fine!” Quinn barked.  “Just keep telling the story!”

“So, she was squeezing my ass and sucking on my titties, then she told me to lie down.”

“Then...uhhh...then what?” Quinn asked, moaning with pleasure as he pulled his shrunken wang.

Vanessa looked quizzically at the partition and the frankly bizarre sounds emanating from the other side.  Father Quinn was cooing and groaning like nobody’s business from within his wooden booth. It sounded like the old duffer was having a heart attack.

“You OK in there, Father?” she asked.

“I’m fine!” he snapped back.  “What happened next?!”

“Right, so I laid down across the floor and Stella peeled off my panties and...they were wet, Father.  Soaking wet. Oh God, Father, I’m going to hell, aren’t I?”

“You’re not going to hell!  Just tell the damn story!”

“So, she told me to spread my legs and she crawled between them, stuck out her tongue and started licking.”

“Sweet Jesus!” Quinn panted, his dick throbbing in his wrinkled hands (or as much as a 65 year old penis was capable of such a feat).  “And how did it feel, my child?”

“It felt incredible, Father!  I’ve been with quite a few girls in my time.  My friends Ashley and Sarah. I don’t know if you know this father but I’m an actress, and I was in this movie Spring Breakers a few years ago.  Don’t suppose you saw it.  Anyway, I used to hook up with my co-stars Ashley and Selena on set all the time.  Ashley and I even made out on camera and had a threesome with this guy James! Ashley’s a full on dyke now.  I guess I must have turned her.”

“Wow!” Quinn exclaimed.  “I’ll have to track this movie down.”

“Really, Father?”

“Absolutely.  I like to follow what my parishioners are getting up to in their professional capacities.  Now please, my child, on with your story.”

“So, yeah, like I was saying, I’ve hooked up with quite a few girls over the years but none of them ate pussy...sorry, performed cunnilingus like my little sister.  I couldn’t believe she was doing it for the first time! She knew exactly what to do with her tongue. She was lapping at my clit, encircling it, wrapping her lips around it and giving it a suck.  Good Lord, it was incredible! Then, she fed two fingers into my wet pussy and started working them back and forth, plunging them down to the second knuckle and hitting my g-spot with her fingertips with each pass.”

By now, Father Quinn was pulling his withered pork like there was no tomorrow, his wrinkled old face contorting in all kinds of unsightly ways; the elderly priest appearing to be in the midst of some form of trance as he beat himself six ways from Sunday. 

“She made me cum in a matter of moments,” Vanessa continued, “then came up to kiss me, giving me a taste of myself of her lips and tongue.  Then, I rolled her over onto her back and returned the favour.”

“Ah, yes,” Quinn groaned, “do unto others as you would have done to you.  The cornerstone of the Catholic faith.”

“Right, Father.  So, anyway, I started going down on her and, my God, she tasted like heaven.  So sweet, so warm, like melted honey! So I ate that tight pink pussy like it was my last supper.  Oh, sorry, Father. Was that blasphemy?”

“Who cares?!” Quinn snapped.  “Keep going!”

“OK, so my sister was creaming up something fierce in that hot, wet cunt...I mean, pussy...I mean, vagina of hers and her juices were streaking across my lips and chin as I ate her out.  I made her cum in no time at all, but I didn’t stop there, Father, and no sooner had her sweet, slick fluids smeared across my face, had I dipped down and started licking her ass! That’s right, Father, that hole you told us to stay away from.  I had my tongue right up inside it; strumming her clit with my thumb as I rooted around in her rear. She came again in a matter of moments before we moved onto another activity. Are you familiar with scissoring, Father?”

“Yes, I’ve watched vid…” Quinn stopped himself.  “No, what is it, my child?”

“Well, scissoring, Father,” Vanessa helpfully explained, “is when two girls lie head to toe, interlock their legs and grind their pussies together.”

“I see.  So, that’s what you did next?”

“Yes, Father.  And I mean, we really did it.  We were tribbing away like our lives depended on it.  Our slick, wet twats were slip sliding against each other, our clits rubbing together, our perky tits jiggling as we clasped our hands and bucked against each other like animals in the zoo, screaming so loud we probably woke the entire neighbourhood!”

Father Quinn was pulling himself senseless in the adjacent booth, his shrivelled old cock red raw from overuse as he listened on through the wooden partition.

“Anyway, we both came from that at exactly the same time and, Goddamn, was it hot!  Probably the most violent, bone shaking climax I’ve ever had. The kind of orgasm my boyfriend can only dream of giving me.  Then, I went and got my strap on. A strap on, Father, is a plastic penis that you…”

“I know what a strap on is!  Get to the fucking! I mean the copulation!  Get to it!”

“OK, so I wore it first, Father, and I went at my little sister like a woman possessed; making her scream my name as I pounded her tight pink pussy.  Not very Christian of me, I know, but I showed her little mercy; working all ten of my dildo’s thick plastic inches into the depths of her snatch with every motion, hitting her g-spot and making her cry out in ecstasy each time.  She was strumming her clit, her pretty face screwed with lust as I drove my strapped on cock inside her, and you know what happened next, Father?”

“WHAT!?” Quinn bellowed, the old man pulling his prick with such force he thought he was going to sprain his wrist.  “What happened?!”

“I pulled my cock out from her snug pink cunt and she squirted over me, Father.  A jet of clear, wet girlspunk shot from her cooch and drenched my naked body, from my tits right down to my crotch.  Then, she looked up at me, finger between her teeth like butter wouldn’t melt in her mouth, and said, ‘OK, bitch, now it’s my turn’.  She positioned me how she wanted me; bent over, face down, looking back at her as I stuck my ass out in the air. She got some lube and squeezed it across the shaft of the dildo and you’ll never guess what she did next, Father?”

By this point, Quinn was holding onto the slats of the partition for dear life, the confessional booth shaking in its moorings as he jerked himself off with the other hand.  “What...uhhh...what did she do?”

“She pointed that fucking thing at my ass and pushed it inside!  Now, I’ve done anal before, Father, but I’ve never taken anything that big up there.  I thought it was gonna split me in two! And, holy shit, did Stella know how to use that strap on!  I think that girl’s been watching lezzie porn ‘cause she worked those hips like she’d been doing it all her life, working that thick dong into my asshole with more rhythm and skill than any guy I’ve ever fucked. 

And before long, she was driving it right down to the base, her pelvis clattering against my ass cheeks, the big, girthy dildo tunneling into the darkest recesses of my rectum as she pounded me from behind.  And God damn, that girl is a dirty little slut, Father! She was spanking me, pulling my hair, calling me her bitch, telling me she wanted me to cum for her as she plowed my tight pink ass.”   

Quinn pulled his cock at a frankly alarming rate; the elderly priest trembling from head to toe as he beat himself to within an inch of his life. 

“And you know what, Father, I did just that!  In fact, I had an orgasm so fiery and intense I thought the room was gonna shake!”

At the last second, Quinn pulled his robe to the side, doing his best not to bellow at the top of his lungs as a jet of spunk, his first in nearly a decade, shot from the hole in his dick and splattered over his cassock, the booth door and the wooden partition in equal measure.  It was quite watery and thin, the streaks of man goo appearing to have lost their potency some time ago. But what it lacked in texture it more than made up with sheer volume; the old man expelling so much of the diluted man mess that his confessional booth looked like a plasterer’s radio by the time he was finished.

“But we weren’t done yet, Father,” Vanessa went on, grinning from ear to ear as streaks of man goo dripped over the slats in the partition, “in fact we’d only just gotten started and before the night was up we went through nigh on every item in my toy collection.  Vibrators, anal beads, double ended dildos, you name it, we used it, making each other cum countless times along the way. When we physically couldn’t fuck each other for one minute longer, we got back into our jammies and went to bed. My boyfriend got in and found us cuddled up in bed together.  Nothing strange there. We’re sisters after all. And, yeah, that’s about it. So, Father, am I forgiven for my sins?”

Quinn was sat on the bench on his side of the booth, partially disrobed, staring listlessly ahead.  He appeared to be in some kind of masturbation coma, having just shot his wad for the first time in years, his cum dripping every which way across the wooden walls. 

“Father?”

“Huh?”

“Am I forgiven for my sins?” Vanessa asked again.

“Oh, yes, my child,” Quinn managed in response.  “Ten Lord’s Prayers and ten Hail Marys. And make sure to return and confess your sins should anything like this happen again.”

“Of course, Father.”

“Then I absolve you from your sins in the name of the Father, the Son and the Holy Spirit.”

“Amen,” said Vanessa.

The booth door opened and with that she was gone.  Quinn took a deep breath, pulled up his y-fronts and got to cleaning up his mess.  About 30 minutes later, just as the elderly priest had finished cleaning his booth, the church door closed with a loud bang.  A second set of clicking footsteps echoed around the large building as Stella Hudgens crossed the aisle and entered the confessional booth.

“Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned.  It’s been three months since my last confession.”

“And what are your sins, my child?” asked Father Quinn.

“I engaged in premarital sex, Father,” Stella replied.

“And with whom did you have these sexual relations, my child?”

“My sister, Father.”

Quinn gulped.  His eyes bulged to such an extent that they nearly popped out of his skull.  “Oh, sweet Jesus!”