Naive twins get some incestuous revelations.
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Sergei was finishing off the grassed areas in the quadrangle of Mrs Strictland’s College, his trimmer neatly cutting the edges with the ease of long experience. It was a warm morning and despite his fitness – for his age – his uniform shirt felt prickly. The school was quiet, classes hadn’t started yet and only a few students walked about. Even better, his colleague Mark was off fixing some shelves. Sergei finished the edges and clicked off the trimmer, standing and enjoying the peace.
“I find it very heartening,” A male voice said off to Sergei’s side. “Your relationship has obviously improved by leaps and bounds.”
Sergei glanced around and saw Father Bland, the school chaplain, walking with a pretty senior student. She was looking at the priest with naked admiration.
“Oh, it’s so wonderful, Father,” She said. “Daddy and I are so much closer now.”
“That’s very good, Diana. You’ve done well.”
“It’s all the things you’ve taught me, Father. I couldn’t have done it without you.”
“It is only through your faith that you have won, my child.”
“And your help. That thing with my tongue-”
“Now now,” The priest interrupted. “Let’s not discuss that here. Suffice to say, you have done very well. I am most proud of you.”
Sergei realized he was looking at the girl and averted his eyes, embarrassed. She was very beautiful, with long dark hair and an athletic frame. Neither the priest nor the girl seemed to notice he was there.
“So does this mean that our sessions are finished, Father?” The girl asked tentatively.
“For the moment, perhaps. I still think we might need to work on your fears some more. But not right away. I want you to enjoy your time with your father.”
“I will, Father, for sure.” She said, bobbing on her toes happily.
“Now run along, child. I’ll see you later.”
The priest watched the teen skip away, then seemed to notice Sergei standing there.
“Ah, Sergei, how are you?”
“Fine, Father.” He replied gruffly.
“Yes, yes, fine indeed. It’s going to be a fine day, I think,” The priest looked up at the sky with a serene smile. “We must thank the Lord. Have a good day, Sergei.”
The maintenance man nodded, though the priest was already walking away. Sergei watched him go, wondering how he stayed in such a pleasant mood. Then he shrugged and headed to the maintenance shed. He decided he liked the priest, even if the celibacy thing was beyond him.
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Sister Marjorie looked around the classroom with her face set in her usual grin. It was not a reassuring look, in fact it only just escaped bared-teeth territory. She was not an attractive woman, something that obviously did not worry her, though she often felt some resentment towards the beautiful young things she taught.
“So, we’ve discussed some of the most luminous Popes in history. Can anyone tell me who the current Pope is?”
She looked around the room, seeing most of the hands go up. One hand that didn’t belonged to a slim, very attractive blonde girl in the back row. Her face, framed by sheets of golden hair, was both beautiful and entirely vacant. This was Sienna Dean, whom the nun disliked the most. The girl at the next desk was a perfect copy of her, her identical twin Jenna. The two girls were whispering to each other.
“Sienna Dean,” She intoned. “Perhaps you’d like to answer the question?”
The teenager didn’t even look surprised, her brilliant blue eyes regarding the nun with a friendly, unashamed happiness. “Um, like, no.”
“Well, I’d like you to have a try.”
The blue eyes stared at the nun, or at least in her general direction. The slow process of her brain was nearly visible.
“Um, the Pope?”
“Yes, Sienna,” Sister Marjorie said as some girls tittered. “Yes, the Pope is the current Pope. But what is his name?”
“Um, like, um. Um. Justin Bieber?”
“What?” Sister Marjorie exploded. “What?”
“Um, Justin Bieber. Right?” The girl looked at her innocently, or at least emptily.
“No, that is not right. Why would you ever think that is right?”
“I saw it on TV,” Sienna replied, not at all moved by the nun’s fury. “It said he was Top of the Popes.”
“Pops!” The nun erupted. “That boy is top of the pops!”
The identical girls burst out giggling. “And what is so funny?” The nun demanded.
“‘Pops’ is what Grandpa calls passing wind!” Jenna gasped in mirth. The whole room descended into giggling now as Sister Marjorie felt her blood rush to her face.
“Right, that is it. You two can come with me.”
The two blonde beauties timidly came to the front and were ushered into the hall by the nun, still trying not to giggle. She herded them imperiously down the hall, passing several classrooms before they reached a rich wooden door with a plate that read ‘Chaplain’. Sister Marjorie knocked, grinning unpleasantly at the twins. A male voice from inside called for them to come in.
Father Bland was sitting behind his desk, a sheaf of paper in front of him and a half-empty cup of coffee. He had been trying to write a sermon that would convince more senior girls to visit his office and not getting anywhere. When the door opened he fixed a fake smile in place, yet it evolved into a real one as the nun ushered the two lovely blonde creatures into his office.
“Hello, Sister,” He began. “What can I do for you?”
“Good morning Father,” She responded, her voice tense with anger. “I have brought two girls to see you who are in desperate need of the Lord’s guidance.”
“Hello ladies,” Bland directed at them, though they wouldn’t meet his eyes. “What has been the problem, Sister?”
“They have been talking in class. And they couldn’t name the Pope. The Pope! I ask you.”
“Well, that is unfortunate,” He mused, running his eyes over their slim young frames. “How old are you, ladies?”
“Answer the Father!” The nun barked. One of them mumbled that they were eighteen.
“Aha,” He said. “Well, Sister, I think I’d like to talk to the girls in private.”