Bad Habits Ch. 02

"What... What now?" He asked, voice soft, the student once more coming to his teacher for guidance.

Katherine swallowed as her mind tried to turn over every implication and consequence at once, but there were too many to fully comprehend.

"I... I don't know, but come on, let's talk about it more in my room, this room doesn't feel quite so secure now."

Nodding they made their way out the classroom and through the corridors of St. Isadores towards Katherines rooms, all the time trying to act casual even as they looked around, anxious and cautious of any of the other sisters they passed.

Eventually they reached Katherine's room, able to let out a sigh of relief as they entered, as if they'd just completed a gauntlet. Ethan moved to sit on the edge of her bed, hands fidgeting in his lap as Katherine stood, leaning against the door with an air of worry about her.

"Will she go to the Mother?" Ethan asked, sitting like he had a hundred times before, but now with an almost morose sense of dread.

Katherine offered the tiniest of nods, "I... I think so..."

Ethan swallowed and nodded, "Maybe... She didn't actually see anything? Maybe she thought you were spanking me or something?"

Katherine smiled thinly, the thought of spanking him would normally light a flame in her, but now her fire burned dim, quenched by this worry, "I made very sure I could see, so I'm certain she could too..."

Ethan nodded a little and folded his arms across his knees, leaning forward, "Maybe... She didn't know what we were doing? Not many nuns know about sex, do they?"

Again Katherine smiled, though this one was a little wrier, "We were all young once... Not to imply everyone isn't a pure virgin, but even those who never... Experimented, found out what sex was, if just to know how to avoid it. And besides, Sister Priscilla is young, she joined the order after finding God on the streets, escaping a darker life."

"So?" Ethan asked gently.

"So if she has a tattoo above her buttocks of a butterfly, which I know she does, I'm sure she knows what sex looks like."

Ethan nodded a little, thinking about Priscilla in a bit of a different light with that information. She was perhaps in her late twenties, a couple of years older than Katherine, but had never seemed it. Shy and timid she had always seemed to meekly treat every younger sister as superior to her, which perhaps they were in not so secret rankings of the Nuns. Age wasn't everything, after all.

"What... What happens if she does tell the Mother?" Ethan asked.

"They'll be here any second and at the very least I will be expelled. You... I hope you will be allowed to remain here, but-"

"No... No if they make you go I'll go too."

"Ethan..." she started.

"No. If we go, we go together." He said, with a little bit of steel in his voice.

She looked up into his dark dusky gaze, so serious for one so young, "Where would we go, what would we do?" She asked, a hint of hopelessness seeping into her words.

"Anywhere, anything. Get jobs, get an apartment, live a life separate from all," he paused, motioning around him with a hand, "this..."

"Your studies..."

"Aren't as important as you are to me, Katherine." He said, honestly.

She swallowed and felt her eyes grow a little watery as she took in his words, "Oh, Ethan..." She sighed a little and clasped her hand, standing up and looking towards him, "Ethan... If the Mother does come it'll probably help our cause if we aren't caught together..." She smiled sweetly, but a little sadly, "Maybe you should head to your room and we'll just... See what happens?"

Ethan's eyes widened for a moment, then he nodded slightly, a little resigned, "Alright..."

He stood, knowing she was right but not wanting to leave her side, and walked up to her, wrapping his arms around her and holding her in a tender hug.

Katherine swallowed softly and delicately placed her arms around him, hugging him in a gentle, loving moment.

Expecting the worst he assumed was coming and not knowing what else to do, Ethan retreated back to his room, too worried and introspective to consider going out with Jonathan into town, instead just procrastinating in his room, tidying, sitting, standing, just thinking about what could happen, where all this could lead.

Katherine for her part spent a little time tentatively searching for Priscilla, but couldn't find her, Katherine even went so far as to ask the other sisters, albeit anxiously, if they had seen her but to no avail, so Katherine retreated to the seclusion of one of the chapels, unsure as to what Priscilla was doing, maybe hiding, maybe speaking to the Mother, she just didn't know.

On her knees before the stained glass saints, she prayed. Not for forgiveness, for she didn't believe that pleasure was a sin but a gift, but that Ethan would be spared any misguided punishment that would befall her. She knew many of the Sisters, especially the matronly older group, would never begin to understand her actions and the purity behind them, but she prayed that they would recognise Ethan as the sweet innocent boy he was and not to expel him from the path of wonder and enlightenment he was taking at the school.

Minutes bled into hours for Katherine as she prayed, expecting at any given moment she would be asked to attend a private meeting, but the invite never came.

The day trickled away and Katherine and Ethan both independently wondered if this not knowing, this fear of what was to come was the penance they had been given to pay, or perhaps just the first part of a larger sentence.

Ethan was sat on his bed, with no real understanding of what time it was when he heard a knock at the door, he felt his heart skip a beat as he stood, swallowing and stepping towards the door, his hand hovering over the door handle. It could be Priscilla, it could be the Mother, it could be Katherine...

He opened the door and felt his heart sink as he looked into the gaze of Sister Priscilla.

"Could you come with me please?"

*****

"Sister Katerine, I-" Her voice, soft and gentle, questioning and feminine had started, before she drew in a sharp breath.

Priscilla stared into the open room, at the tall Nun, her habit raised up to her waist, a thick python like appendage sprouting from her crotch buried deep inside the bent over body of one of the students.

She had looked at Katherine, the two making the briefest moments eye contact as she stared through her glasses, wide-eyed at the scene before her.

"S-Sorry!!" She stammered before closing the door as quickly as she could, feeling her cheeks practically blazing with fire as she all but ran down the corridor away from Sister Katherine's classroom and the image that was now seemingly etched into her sight.

She had to go to the Mother, to tell her what she'd seen, it had been inappropriate, it had been sinful, it couldn't be allowed. She swallowed as her run slowed to a purposeful stride, her cheeks still alight with colour even as, with meaningful steps, she marched passed the door to the Mothers room.

What was she doing? She had to let her know what she had seen? Didn't she? Her feet carried her further away and Priscilla found herself once more picking up the pace. Telling the Mother was important, of course it was, but something more pressing was coming up that had to be dealt with, something she couldn't put off.

Sister Priscilla knelt in her room by her bed, head bowed and her lips moving as she prayed, prayed for guidance, for understanding, for strength.

None of these things, however, came to her, as her hands slowly stroked up and down her impressive, rock hard length. She asked for the strength to stop what she was doing, but she only squeezed harder, massaging the steely length in her hands. She asked for understanding, but all she knew was that what she had seen had given her this needful erection that she fought so often, sometimes leading to her feeling frustrated and pure, but more often than not, impure and satisfied. And she asked for guidance. She respected Sister Katherine and thought her to be one of the kinder, more Godly Sisters in the school, it would be in times like this when she could not relate to the other Sisters that she would to Katherine who always seemed to have time for her and seemed to understand. But on this occasion, she felt alone.

If Sister Katherine indulged in such practices, were they truly as sinful as she had been led to believe? She had often wondered to herself, laying in her bed, feeling the cold firmness of the mattress bringing her discomfort and the warm grip of her hand on her cock bringing her pleasure which one God would really want of the two of her.

She shivered as she felt her cock throb in her hands, grateful for the strength in which the image had burned itself into her mind, the gorgeous Katherine, tall and well proportioned bending Ethan, young and slender, handsome and with a kind smile, over her desk and, she gulped at the thought, 'fucking', him.

She hadn't seen or experienced that since she had worked her way from a life of dependency with the devil to a life of service with God and her memories of it made her want for it all the more.

She had to tell the Mother, confess what she had seen though maybe not how she had reacted... But the more the thought bounced around her head the less it sounded like a good idea. The Mother would judge without understanding, something like that wouldn't be fair? It wouldn't matter if Katherine's thoughts and faith were pure and true, in the eyes of the Mother it would be a sin regardless. What Katherine needed and deserved was an impartial judge, someone who knew what she was feeling, someone who could take all sides into account and decide whether Katherine needed to be truly punished.

She would go then, she would go to Katherine's and talk to her. Priscilla bit her lip and gasped, feeling her cock twitch and throb as her climax hit her, her hands continuing to stroke up and down her length as her balls fired off their load, creamy white lines lancing up to strike her in her own face, the heat, texture and scent familiar, the lewdness of the act serving to enhance her pleasure as she came.

She swallowed hard and blushed, panting hard, surveying the mess she had made with one eye, the other glued shut with her own thick seed, which even now was dripping slowly to the floor. She would go them, at least as soon as she had finished cleaning up her own mess.

After a short while and a quick clean Priscilla found herself walking the halls to Ethan's room where she assumed he would be. When she arrived she hesitated, hand raised to knock but she bit her lip. She knew what she should say, but she also knew it wasn't what she was going to.

She knocked on the door and waited, adjusting her habit as several options and ideas filtered through her mind, but as the door swung open to reveal the anxious but beautiful face of the youthful blonde, she couldn't help but pick the inevitable path.

"Could you come with me please?"

*****

Practically terrified Ethan followed on behind Priscilla as they tread the now all too familiar route to him, the walk to Katherine's room.

When they arrived Ethan stood quietly as she knocked and said the same few words to Katherine, betraying none of her intentions.

"Could you come with me please?"

Katherine and Ethan now together followed the corridors of the school in a state of unknowing, their fate a mystery, Priscilla's intentions her own. Neither of them spoke, the fear of shattering the unknown to learn their fate was what they expected, to meet with and be dealt with by the Mother was too real an outcome.

Priscilla arrived at her rooms and pushed open her door, waiting for them both to enter and, Katherine noticed as they stepped inside, the bespeckled Priscilla glanced around quickly, as if making sure they hadn't been spotted.

As the three of them filled the modest space Katherine and Ethan both felt themselves relax just a tiny bit. They weren't out of the woods yet, but at least the Mother wasn't sat waiting for them.

Priscilla swallowed a little, "S-so... I saw you both, in the classroom, having sex..."

Katherine and Ethan shared a glance, but there was no point in trying to deny the act they'd been caught in the middle of, so Katherine merely nodded, the three of them standing awkwardly in the small space.

"How long has this been going on? Between you two?"

Katherine shrugged a little, "A few weeks, maybe a couple more, Sister Priscilla." Katherine hadn't meant to be so formal but she was feeling understandably defensive.

The sister nodded then pushed her glasses back up her nose, "W-what started it?"

Katherine glanced at Ethan and couldn't help but smile slightly, remembering their first times together, "I was teaching him about where people can find beauty."

"Like while having... While doing that?"

Katherine nodded some and eyed Priscilla curiously, "Have... You told anyone? What you saw?"

Priscilla bit her lip and put her hand to her elbow under her modest breasts, "No..." she said softly before quickly adding, "Not yet."

"Why not?" Ethan asked, voice quiet.

Priscilla looked at Ethan, admiring the handsome boy with his dark hair and dusky eyes, "I... I feel the others wouldn't be able to fairly judge you. They're biased against that... Sort of thing."

"Oh? And you aren't?" Katherine asked, raising one perfect eyebrow.

"W-well... I know there can be beauty in what you did, in the pleasures God offers us..."

"Is that so?" Katherine said and pursed her lips slightly, glancing at Ethan who was watching her, relaxing some as Katherine seemed to, "Priscilla... Did you like what you saw?"

Priscilla blushed brightly and eyed the two, "I... Yes, but-"

"Do you masturbate?" Katherine asked, feeling calmer now she was back in control of the situation at hand, Priscilla was just like how Ethan had been, afraid to try anything that desirous all the same.

Priscilla nodded mutely.

Katherine smiled, "There's nothing wrong with that, it feels amazing doesn't it?"

Priscilla merely nodded again, her cheeks aflame, her eyes downcast.

Katherine glanced at Ethan and smirked gently, nodding her head towards Priscilla suggestively.

Ethan looked between the two then nodded almost imperceptibly.

"Do you accept that pleasure is a part of God's will Sister Priscilla? That He only wants us to feel good in His service?"

Priscilla seemed to think that over for a second before again nodding.

Katherine smiled and stepped forward, putting her hand gently on the woman's shoulder, her gaze rising to meet her own, "Then let me and Ethan teach you real pleasure, okay?"

"I..." Priscilla all but squeaked as she saw the wry little smirk, the slightly glowing cheeks, a whole myriad of hints across Katherine's expression that told Priscilla she was wanted, needed. She nodded.

"Excellent, first lesson... Sit down..." Katherine, hand on her shoulder guided the slightly stunned Priscilla to sit on the edge of her bed, herself now more than a little anxious, but very interested.

Once she was Sat Katherine moved to sit on the bed behind her, legs tucked up under her as she moved her hands around the slender Priscilla's waist, hugging her gently to her own body.

Priscilla bit her lip at the intimate sensation, Katherine's body against her back felt far curvier than she would've guessed through the concealing habit.

"Ethan, would you mind?..." Katherine said with an almost gleeful tone, one arm wrapped lazily around Priscilla's waist as she motioned down between the woman's thighs.

Ethan blushed, but smiled, nodding amicably as he stepped forward and knelt down causing Priscilla to squirm.

"W-we..."

"Shh..." Katherine purred, reaching up and pulling down the headwrap portion of Priscilla's habit, revealing her shoulder-length mousy brown hair.

Priscilla didn't object as her head and face were revealed fully to Ethan who looked up at her from between her thighs, a smile on his lips as his hands, so small and gentle worked their way up the inside of her bare calves and under her habit, over her knees and up her thighs.

"This is going to be better than anything you've ever felt before..." Katherine whispered into her ear before kissing at her neck, soft gentle kisses, an attempt to relax the wound up nun.

Priscilla didn't doubt that looking down at the gorgeous face of the sweet boy that was Ethan, but it didn't make her feel any less nervous or anxious.

She had always thought of herself as the horny needy one in the school and to suddenly find herself practically sandwiched between her sister's curvy form and this boys searching hands was more than she could ever have been expecting.

Ethan smiled up at Priscilla, trying to be reassuring as his hands swept up under her skirts, lifting and shuffling out the way, revealing her pale calves to her knees, then up over her thighs.

Priscilla's cheeks blazed with fire as she watched Ethan drawing closer to his target and she couldn't help but squirm nervously, at least until she felt Katherine's fingers on her chin, turning her head.

"Look at me..." Katherine said in a purr.

Priscilla moved her head, tugged by the fingers so she was looking sideways at Katherine. She blinked, admiring the woman's beautifully deep eyes and sweet youthful face and was suddenly surprised to find her leaning in.

Their lips met and joined in a kiss, tentative at first, uncertain, their lips pressing gently together, then parting and closing again, slow, but willing.

Ethan blushed a little as he watched this new bespeckled nun kiss Katherine and felt himself harden a little at the sight, but he knew he had his own job, his own duty to do.

He lifted her skirts up the rest of the way and blinked, hesitating for a moment in surprise.

"Oh, wow..." He said softly and Katherine let out a little murr of pleasure, breaking the kiss to look down at Ethan.

"What is it? Is she shaved smooth?" Katherine smirked a little.

Ethan blinked up at her, "Well, yes, but, she's got a cock."

Katherine's eyes widened and she looked back to Priscilla, seeing her in a sort of new light, "Really? Oh Priscilla why didn't you say, we could've been having so much fun you and me..." She smirked slightly as Priscilla blushed, "Oh don't look so shy, I know for a fact Ethan knows exactly what to do with you..."

He did. He thought for a moment, guessing that maybe the likes of Sister Katherine weren't as rare as he had in fact assumed, but he soon leaned in and parted his lips wide, closing it around the mushroom tip of her semi-hard and pre-dripping cock.

"Mmph..." Priscilla moaned into Katherine's mouth as it rejoined her own, their tongues dancing and swirling, as if fighting for each other's attention, exploring all they had to offer.

Katherine recognised the pleasure in Priscilla's surprised though muffled moan and knew Ethan must be getting to work, doing what he was oh so good at. Knowing Priscilla was theirs and to further pleasure them both she raised her hand, taking the nuns breast in her hand and squeezing it tight, pressing it tight to her chest, enjoying the warm softness of the orb through her concealing habit.

Ethan, for his part, had gotten really good at this over the last few weeks with Sister Katherine and his lips travelled up and down Priscilla's length, leaving a trail of spit that made it easier for his lips to glide across her veiny shaft.

Priscilla whimpered more openly now as she felt her cock pressing deep into the boy's mouth on each downward push, his lips so tight, his tongue eager as it ran in circles under the tip, enhancing her pleasure in way's she didn't know possible. She felt his hand on her shaft near the base, squeezing and stroking in time with the wet sucking noises that's accompanied each of his up-down movements.