Chloe

It was true! Your crazy cousin who had disappeared all those years ago was here in the flesh! She had on the long black and white habit of a catholic nun, complete with rosary.

She was as shocked to see you as you her. The teddy drops to her side as she bolts forward to wrap you up in a super tight hug.

You are on the verge of tears as you hug her back. “We didn’t know if you were alive or…” You can’t bear to speak the alternative. “Oh my God. Chloe!”

Fiona takes a half a step back, giving space for this moment to belong to you and Chloe. Your heart singing at this reunification you hug your slender cousin with all your strength. Fiona was right. No matter what had happened in the past or the intervening years this was ray of sunshine in what had been a day of swirling storm clouds.

When the hug parts you continue to hold her slender shoulders to look her over at arm’s length. “Oh my God. I can’t believe it.”

Chloe grins that crooked, mad grin of hers you’d almost forgotten about. “Not ‘oh my God’, by the grace of God.”

“I guess so. What’s this? A nun? You!?”

A flicker of sadness ripples across her face, though only for a moment. “I guess I just needed a bit of time alone for him to find me.”

“Chloe…you look so…” You pause as you study her features. “…different with your new glasses.” What you’d actually wanted to say was ‘…so EXACTLY the same!’. You hadn’t seen this woman in nearly twenty years. Chloe would be in her mid-forties by now. And yet…she didn’t look a day over 25! It’s like the intervening years hadn’t happened for her.

Sensing your unspoken question Fiona says. “If Penelope’s genetics is a transcendent symphony beyond the minds of mere mortals then Chloe’s is indecipherable chaos. Turns out we have two anomalies in the same family, three if we include you Jesse. As for her and Penny, whatever the fuck Peg was doing back then was either inspired genius or sheer madness. Actually both when you think about it.”

“God was working through my mother.” Chloe says proudly.

“Ugh!” Fiona rolls her eyes.

“And he guided your hand to find me and bring me home.”

“I found you because I had investigators looking for you.” Fiona says bluntly. Looking to you she adds. “Found her in a convent in the mountains of Chile. She’d been there 12 years. The nuns were only too glad to hand her over.”

“A dozen years of atonement for my sins.”

“Oh, Chloe.” You say softly. “You didn’t have to do that. I know this family and…those things you got up to aren’t right by the bible, but…”

Chloe tilts her head, her face almost eerily blank. “Family? Those things?”

“He means sex.” Fiona says. “He’s still on about that shit.”

“Oh.” Chloe’s face twitches, as is she was suddenly seized by a physical pain. “S-s-s-sex. Hahhmmmm.” She closes her eyes as her face contorts, you feel her whole body tense up.

You look to Fiona who just shrugs.

“If that wasn’t it, what sin were you running from, Chloe?” You ask.

She opens her now haunted eyes and whispers. “I broke the sixth commandment.”

“Thou shalt not…” You search your memory. “…kill!? What!?”

“It wasn’t your fault, Chloe.” Fiona says with warmth. “He brought it on himself.”

Chloe shakes her head. “I shoulda known.”

“What are you guys talking about?” You say. “Chloe…did you…kill somebody?”

In the blink of an eye Chloe just…shuts off. Stepping away from you she hurries back to her teddy bear to scoop it up in her arms. Burying her face in its head she hugs the stuffed toy as hard as she can.

Fiona steps up to you and lays a hand over your shoulder. “Do you remember Chloe’s sugar daddy?”

“Uh…yeah. I remember her talking about him. Never saw the guy.” You say at a whisper. “I always thought he was…um…”

“Imaginary? Oh no. He was real.” Fiona says. “He’s the sin she’s been carrying. Chloe literally fucked the guy to ****.”

“What!?” You exclaim, breaking the peace of the quiet cell.

“He…he wanted to be tied up…gagged…” Chloe whispers. “He said…he said…don’t stop until you can’t keep going.”

“Poor bastard.” Fiona says. “Got too much of a good thing.” She smirks. “I gotta think that he went out the way he wanted to though.”

“Fiona!” You hiss at her insensitivity.

“Technically there’s still an arrest warrant out for Chloe. I’m trying to work on it.” Fiona says. “In the meantime I’m hiding her here.”

In disbelief you mutter. “Fucked him to ****?”

“Fucked, fucked, fucked, FUCKED!” Chloe gasps then clenches her eyes closed as she is seized with pain. “HAHHMMM!!!”

Fiona, seemingly oblivious to Chloe’s episode, answers your question. “Bound, gagged, no safe signal? The fucker asked for it. He called on the storm and he got it. You might stand a chance with that super bussy of yours but even I couldn’t keep up with Chloe when she was at full stride.”

“Fiona! Please!” You say then rush to your suffering cousin. “Chloe! Chloe, what’s wrong? What’s hurting you?”

“Mmmmm!” She looks at you, her face a twisted mask of agony. Instead of answering she reaches down and pulls up the front of her long nun’s tunic. The hem slowly rises up her slender, pale legs. Before you can stop her she pulls it up past her waist revealing… a shiny steel chastity device! It was one designed special for a contain all the avenues of a pleasure for a girl like her. The steely dome at the front which contained her penis gleamed with fresh precum and between her legs pussy juice dripped freely down to the floor below.