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mingi’s eyes flicker around the cathedral, noting how empty it was for a friday afternoon. the sight of black leather dress shoes tucked neatly behind the shadows of the confessional booth made her back tingle and her lower belly twinge. something about them seemed familiar, but her mind was too full to make the connection. full of what, you may ask? full of her older brother, yunho. as usual.
half-brother his voice murmurs in her head. she ignores the voice, slipping into the confessional and letting the curtain fall behind her, engulfing her in partial darkness. she can see father min’s silhouette through the screen thanks to the window behind him. just as she was about to sit down and announce her arrival she felt an arm snake around her front and a warm hand decorated with claw rings.
speak of the devil.
it was him, the bastard who was constantly plaguing her thoughts and fantasies, and the constant presence in her bed; her brother, yunho. of course he would be sitting in the confessional. yunho somehow had a freaky sixth sense when it came to mingi, always knowing where she was and what she was doing and who she was with. her mother thought it was so sweet how protective yunho was of her. if she only knew how far yunho’s protectiveness went. mingi suppresses the urge to shiver as the image of yunho’s blank expression as he bludgeoned her ex-boyfriend’s face with a hammer after he posted revenge porn on their university’s intranet page flashes in her mind (the police never did find the group of thugs who attacked her ex).
“don’t scream, princess,” yunho murmurs, his hand moving away from her mouth. “say hello to father min.”
mingi obeys, stuttering out a greeting to the elderly priest as yunho’s arm disappears from her middle, followed by the faint sound of a zipper and the rustling of fabric. he couldn’t be—right? at church of all places? glancing over her shoulder, mingi sees that yunho has, in fact, pulled his fully erect cock out of his trousers. in an instant, her mouth waters at the sight of it.
”—hear me? hello?” father min’s voice brings mingi back from her sinful thoughts.
“forgive me father,” mingi says cooly, turning her head back to face the front. “i was overcome with the weight of my sins.” and the sight of my brother’s cock.
yunho’s hands are on her again, only this time he’s hiking up the skirt of her dress to expose her bare ass. using both of his hands, yunho gives her ass a rough squeeze, silently asking why she was at church with no panties on. mingi blindly reaches back to swat at him when his claw rings dig into the flesh of her right asscheek. her brother huff’s out a quiet laugh, yunho’s warm breath tickling her lower back near her birthmark. mingi bites her bottom lip hard as the latter’s hand travels lower, the tips of his rings just grazing her slit.
the priest hums, sounding thoughtful. “are you full of regrets, my child?”
without warning, yunho plunges two ringed fingers into mingi’s pussy. mingi scrambles to cover her mouth, her teeth sinking even harder into her lower lip.
“aren’t you going to answer him, princess?” yunho asks. it sounds like he’s smiling. fucking asshole.
“so full—,” mingi bites back a moan as yunho adds a third finger. the rings rubbing against her walls just added to her pleasure. “so full, da—father.”
“tell me all of your sins, my child, so that god may absolve you.”
mingi can feel yunho’s lips trailing light kisses on her lower back, his fingers sinking deeper and curling inside of her tight warmth. she shudders. “in the name of the father, and of the son, and of the holy spirit. my last confession was eight years ago…
around the same time i first started fooling around with my brother.
all too soon, yunho’s fingers slip out from her pussy and mingi has to resist the urge to whine out loud. before she can turn around and snap at her brother, yunho manhandles her onto his lap, with mingi straddling his thighs and the tip of his cock pressed against her pussy. yunho drags the leaky tip along her slit to tease mingi, tapping it against her clit before dragging it back to her entrance. her brother pushes the tip past her folds, choking out a quiet fuck, i missed you under his breath as yunho let mingi use gravity do the work for her, slowly taking his cock in her tight pussy inch by inch.
“forgive me father, for i have sinned,” mingi feels her hips strain as she sank lower and lower onto yunho’s cock until he was fully buried inside of her. the younger shifts her hips, not quite ready to move just yet. the feeling of her cunt stretched around yunho’s girth always left her breathless and her brain fuzzy. “i have felt lust for someone who i should not lust over. i have succumbed to impure thoughts.”
yunho’s hands found their way up to mingi’s chest, pulling the front of her dress down enough for mingi’s tits to spill out. her brother tweaks her sensitive nipples, lips pressed against her shoulder blade, mouthing words onto her skin that mingi couldn’t make out even if she tried.
“tell me of these lusts, my child. you sound deeply troubled by them.”
mingi starts to rock her hips slowly. “as you know father, my brother and our father only came into my life just ten years ago…” she trails off, stifling a moan when yunho’s lips move up from her shoulder blade to the column of her neck, sucking at her pulse point.
“mingi,” yunho groans into her neck. “fuck, princess, you feel so good.”
he moved his hands from her tits down to her hips, keeping a firm grip of the soft flesh there as he bounced her on his cock. yunho tuned out mingi’s retelling of how they came into each other’s lives, only focusing on the feel of her wet, warm walls fluttering around him. mingi was close and yunho wanted her to make a mess on him.
“—found myself lusting after the brother i spent my teenage years with,” the younger sniffed. ah, so she made it to that part of their story. yunho brought his claw ring covered hand to where they were joined, finding her hardened clit with ease. he rubbed her clit with the tip of the ring on his middle finger, careful not to hurt her or himself.
“go on,” father min urged, blissfully unaware of the sinful acts happening in the same booth, with only a screen separating them.
“i have been tempted many times and resisted temptation…but now i have a temptation that is even greater—” yunho gave a hard thrust at that, pinching her clit. mingi threw her head back, hitting yunho’s shoulder as she came with a silent cry. her orgasm caused his middle finger to slip off her clit with how much slicker she was. yunho’s cock throbbed. “—than all the others, and i—i felt the need to turn to christ.”
mingi leaned against her brother’s chest, melting into him as he continued to move her on his cock. she let him fuck into her sopping wet pussy, her mind fuzzy once again and only filled with yunho, yunho, yunho.
“…say fifty hail marys.”
mingi didn’t catch what the priest said before that, but nodded anyways. yunho chuckled in her ear and gave the side of her thigh a light pinch. “he can’t see you, babygirl. you gotta answer him.”
“yes da—father.”
“you also mentioned that you have succumbed to your impure thoughts. confess your sins, my child.”
mingi blushed, her pussy clenching around the older’s cock. it was one thing masturbate all over the house thinking about her brother. it was another thing to confess masturbating to thoughts of him with yunho balls deep inside of her.
“‘m sorry father,” she stuttered. cute. yunho kissed her temple and tweaked her nipple as if to encourage her to go on. “j—just thinking about it m—makes me blush…”
mingi recalls using her fingers on herself to the priest, who offers no judgment as she struggles to confess her sins to him. her eyes roll back as yunho pulls her down hard onto his cock at the confession.
“i locked your toys up for a reason, princess,” yunho chided, fingers stroking mingi’s clit in small tight circles. it doesn’t take long for mingi to crash through another orgasm. hopefully her gasps of pleasure were taken as remorseful sobs by the old priest. “were you a bad girl while i was gone?”
“‘m sorry, daddy,” mingi babbles softly. yunho yunho yunho. stupid brain.
whatever the priest says next is lost on mingi because yunho’s cock pulses at that exact moment, spilling his seed inside of her with a quiet grunt.
“…two hundred hail marys, my child.”
“yes, father,” mingi turned and leaned to the side, craning her neck to kiss yunho’s slightly chapped lips. finally. “thank you.”
father min made a noise of acknowledgment before excusing himself, leaving mingi to ‘collect her thoughts’ before she left.
they stared deeply into each other’s eyes, unmoving and breathing in sync, paying no mind to the sounds of father min shuffling out of the confessional or his retreating footsteps. yunho is the first to move, bringing his hand—the ring hand—up to cup mingi’s face, stroking her cheekbone with his thumb. mingi turns her head to place a chaste kiss on the older’s palm before nuzzling against his warm hand, the rings cool against her cheek. she stifles a yawn causing yunho to chuckle.
“let’s get you home, babygirl.”
mingi actually does whine like a child when yunho lifts her off of his soft cock, nose wrinkling at the feeling of their combined fluids slipping out of her abused hole once she’s on her feet. “gross. you couldn’t have used a condom?”
“you hate it when i use them,” yunho points out, tucking himself back into his slacks. there is a noticeable big wet patch on the front of them. “you made a mess too, minki.”
“whatever,” mingi pulls open the curtain of the confessional and points at his shoes. “why’d you even take those off? you’re such a weirdo.”
the older of the two rolls his eyes, pulling off his blazer to hold in front of himself to hide the wet patch before slipping his shoes back on. “i didn’t want father min to hear me coming.”
“oh, i’m sure he heard you cumming alright.” yunho rolls his eyes again, throwing his free arm over mingi’s shoulders, leaning in close to nip at her earlobe, earning himself a playful elbow to the ribs.
“yunho, let go of me!”
“never.”
and he meant it.