From: OneSickPuppy@HotMail.com   
      
   Story: The Convent   
      
   An Erotic Story   
      
         A convent can be a dark and dreary place, a warm and cheery   
   place, or a place filled with hope, charity, and most-of-all,   
   love.  Especially to a novice seeking peace.   
         Cordelia Swenson, (not "Sister Cordelia" and not truly even   
   a novice yet, and certainly not up to even making preliminary   
   vows), found the place as such.  That Mother Superior took her   
   in, and let her find refuge from the sins of the world, just made   
   the place seem that much more of a temptation to spend their   
   lives there, for those really inclined to a religious vocation,   
   while the peace and security that so-attracted her now, easily   
   weeded out those to whom a quiet life of prayer, fasting, and   
   abstinence would drive them crazy.   
         Heizenburg's Uncertainty Principle states that you cannot   
   observe something without affecting it to some degree.  This   
   applies most especially to human relationships too.  The Mother   
   Superior could not observe her young charge without having some   
   effect on the young girl.  She did however, have a chance to have   
   minimal and (hopefully) calming and soothing effect, instead of   
   driving the poor child to something desperate.  That the girl was   
   tortured by some internal and traumatic experience was obvious to   
   both the older woman, and the priest who had sent the girl to   
   her, after hearing the barely post-adolescent girl's confession.   
   What exactly it was that was troubling the girl she might never   
   know ... but she could observe ... even if by observing she   
   changed ever so slightly the thing she was observing.   
         Cordelia Liked the hushed quiet of the convent.  The   
   spirituality of the place allowed her to think, and possibly   
   decide what to do.  Like probably millions of young women before   
   her, she had come to the convent with a familiar problem of women   
   her age ... a baby inside her body.  Like so many good Catholics,   
   Cordelia could no more think of the idea of ending the young life   
   within her, than she could honestly think of ending her own.   
   She, and the baby, had so many years to live and work, and yes   
   things to do for God.   
         However, the outside world is not forgiving to young women   
   who have babies without being married ... especially when there's   
   no chance at all of the two parties involved in creating that   
   life of living together in marital bliss.  That the young life   
   inside her was the product of a few moments of stolen pleasure   
   with her own little brother, was one of the things tormenting   
   Cordelia, until it threatened to swallow her in a black-hole of   
   despair that swallows everything, even light, as she had read   
   about in a science article by that fellow in the wheelchair ...   
   what was his name?  "Hawkings, or Hawking," that was it, "Steven   
   Hawking."  Amazing that a guy who couldn't even speak would be   
   able to give the world such amazing theories.   
         Sidetracked from her spiraling inward concentration,   
   Cordelia barely noticed when supper was over, Matins finished,   
   and she shortly found herself in the spartan cell that all young   
   novices (and aspirants) were assigned.  A hard board bed with   
   thin sheet, barely a blanket-thickness of padding for a mattress,   
   and a real blanket not much thicker than the sheet, made stark   
   contrast to the soft bed she and her brother had shared ... was   
   it only a few weeks ago?  Still, in it's own way, the cell was   
   actually a comfort.  The sturdy walls shut out the outside world,   
   and allowed her to think ... think about her parents, her   
   brother, herself, and most of all, the child growing inside her.   
   The almost solid, "Thunk!" of the closing door, instead of   
   reminding her of a jail-cell, were more like protection of the   
   Lord closing in around her.  For the first time in days, Cordelia   
   allowed herself to recall what had gotten her into this mess.   
      
         It was such a SIMPLE thing really.  Neither she, her   
   brother, nor her parents had any idea of what a minor disaster of   
   spilling cleaning-fluid in her room would lead to.  Trying to get   
   that stain out of her favorite dress had just led one thing into   
   another, from spilling raspberry-juice on the pattern, to washing   
   to trying to get the stain out with various things, to dumping   
   the can of fluid all over the floor just as she succeeded.   
         The trouble was, it wasn't just spilled on the floor.  The   
   darned stuff soaked into the wood, and even softened the finish   
   in a gooey mess if touched.  "Three days at least," her father   
   proclaimed as he judged how long it would be before she could use   
   her own room again.  He figured THAT was punishment enough.   
   Cordelia hadn't even been allowed to get her personal stuff out,   
   as that might mar the softened floor.  Even fresh clothing, she   
   had to either rescue from the wash, or wait until the dryer   
   finished with.  For three days, she'd had to wear the same   
   clothes over again.   
         All that was bad enough ... but having to sleep in her   
   little brother's room too?  Talk about humiliating!  After trying   
   for two hours in the chair in the living-room though, Cordelia   
   found that sharing a room with her little brother was MUCH the   
   better of the two choices ... even if she DID have to use a   
   sleeping-bag on the floor.   
         Not having access to her nightclothes in her room, led to   
   another embarrassing choice ... either go naked in the sleeping-   
   bag, or wear her clothes all night long.  It was no choice at   
   all ... Cordelia HATED both stinky clothes, and wearing clothing   
   to bed.  So, she undressed inside the bag, and left the shorts   
   and shirt outside.   
         In the middle of the first night, it been WAY too much   
   trouble to get dressed inside the bag, go down to the bathroom,   
   and then get undressed again afterwards inside the bag.  Besides,   
   she needed to pee THEN, not ten minutes later.  So, she sneaked   
   out of the bag, past her sleeping little brother, and then back   
   into the back ... supposedly without waking the little brat up.   
         Only stubbing her toe on the door-frame had ALREADY woken   
   her little brother up ... and seeing his big sister completely   
   naked had aroused him in a way neither child expected.  Joey   
   didn't want to embarrass his big sister any more than she already   
   was ... but he just couldn't avoid looking as the nubile young   
   girl brushed past him, her body almost in his nose as she worked   
   past his bed.  The boy's night-adjusted vision gave him an almost   
   perfect view of the girl's charms ... but far more than that the   
   SMELL of nubile young woman was enough to make the horny boy   
   almost wet his bed with thick sticky cum.   
         As she returned to the sleeping bag, Cordelia once again   
   brushed past her little brother ... even closer this time.  The   
   feel of her naked skin against his arm, the smell of her   
   femaleness, and the vision of beauty of a not-quite-15 year old   
      
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   --- SoupGate-Win32 v1.05   
    * Origin: you cannot sedate... all the things you hate (1:229/2)