In Church, for the First Time in Years

Our priest was preceded into the sanctuary by two people I recognized: a brother and sister who, for this account, I shall call Paul and Jenni. The two most unlikely altar servers you could ever meet. Paul is a biker, or rather a wannabe biker, while Jenni has a mouth like a sewer and, I know for a fact, lost her cherry at 13.

Nonetheless, they looked all sweet and innocent in their white robes and cord around their waists.  

As they genuflected in front of the altar, I noticed Jenni was wearing a thong! It wasn't black or anything that startling, but clearly, she knew she was serving tonight, and clearly, she knew those robes aren't thick. Any girl in her right mind would have chosen a pair of white bikini style panties. But not Jenni.  

So, they went to their seat and the priest welcomed us.  

Now, this particular priest can talk for England! He really can. It must have taken him ten minutes to say good evening and tell us his usual unfunny joke. Then the mass got underway. During the parts where the altar servers don't have anything to do, Jenni and Paul were goofing around. Poking each other, generally being idiots while trying to remain upright and decent. (Jenni decent? Hah!)  

I soon lost interest in the service.  It was warm up there as the sun drifted lazily in through a large circular window. The air was heavy with the scent of incense and I dozed off. Well, half-dozed maybe.  

My mind, however, was its usual dirty self. I imagined Jenni and Paul robing before the service. Jenni must have taken her jeans off in the sacristy. I wondered if Paul had looked at his sister’s bottom got a semi. I know from personal experience that Paul's semis would make most men jealous and, when he is fully hard, it's like a steel missile. I wondered if Jenni had experienced it.  

At this point, I think I dozed off fully taking my half formed fantasy with me.  

Paul and Jenni. In the church. Alone. Robed. Paul leads Jenni to the altar and lays her on her back. He lifts her robe and she is naked underneath. Hairless, her toned belly and gentle feminine swelling are highly erotic just on their own.  

Paul stands between her legs. Jenni is tugging her robes down to reveal her tits. She has had C-cup boobs since she was an early teen (bitch). There she lies, semi clothed, on her back, and on the altar. "Go on, Paul. Do it. You know you've always wanted to," her voice is mostly a whisper but I can hear her clearly.  

Paul presses forward and Jenni cries out. As I watch, Paul fucks his sister on the altar.  

With a jerk, I am awake. I stare down at Jenni and imagine her sitting there with Paul's sperm inside her.  

My hand sneaks up my leg and into my panties.  

The priest is into his interminably long homily.  

So, I stare at Jenni, watch her playing with Paul, and cum softly into my panties.  

Twice.