Chapter 5

Demi didn't really consider Selena's request, she was busy getting her into her pajamas. It's always a difficult task to dress an unconscious person, but dressing a drunk is akin to dressing a very big baby. Selena had nice, soft legs and you could tell she worked out a bit. When she was done with the bottoms, she considered removing her bra, but decided against it. They weren't that close yet, so it would be a major invasion of her privacy. Selena wouldn't die from sleeping with her bra on just one night. It was enough that she was changing her into her pajamas.

"Yes, Selena, you may kiss me." Demi said absently. Five seconds later, she was completely surprised when Selena shoved her tongue into her throat. It was a wet, messy kiss. Nothing like the sexy, romantic, kisses you read about in books or see in movies. Yet it sent shockwaves all through her body all the way down to her foundations and she couldn't help but kiss Selena back. It just felt completely right, as if the actress and she were two halves of one being and the kiss completed them. She knew it was cliché, but it mattered to her; it was exactly how she felt. Demi reluctantly broke the kiss when her brain reminded her that mammalians needed oxygen to live.

"I love you, Sister Demi." Selena's words were slurred, but there was no mistaking the meaning and power behind them. Demi had heard an old saying that went 'Little boys and drunks always tell the truth', and she was sure Selena had meant every word.

She opened her eyes, a little smile already forming on her face. It was a short-lived smile, though. It disappeared the moment she noticed Selena had passed out. She made sure the drunken girl was safely lying on her tummy and put a wastebasket by her bedside. She went to the kitchen, got two glasses of water, and four aspirins. Walking back into her room, she set one set on Selena's night table. Demi stooped down and sweetly kissed the young actress' forehead.

Demi then took her rosary and went to Dallas' room to leave her the water and the aspirin. It was not something she was looking forward to; Dallas had a way of stirring something primitive deep inside her. After a little reflection, she was sure Dal would be passed out by now too. However, once inside, she was treated to the exact sight she had hoped to avoid. Dallas was lying on her bed, buck-naked. Demi sighed. As she put down the glass, she wondered what she had done to deserve this.

She went through Dallas' drawers until she found her pajamas, which actually were a tank top and boy shorts that appeared three sizes too small. She also found her underwear drawer and wondered how it was possible for Dallas to wear nothing but thongs. A bigger sigh escaped her; she was not looking forward to this.

She looked at her sister and couldn't help but admire her well-toned body. All those dancing lessons had really paid off; Dallas had the legs of a thoroughbred horse, a firm powerfully built stomach, and muscular arms. While sliding the thong up, she noticed she had a full Brazilian waxing; she wondered if it had hurt. She forced her eyes to look somewhere safer. Her legs were very soft too, like Selena's, but she had more muscle mass than the Disney queen had. Her breasts were roughly the same size too. Demi got Dal into her boy shorts, and then slowly got the tank top on.

It had been exhausting; she knew from experience how uncooperative a drunk could be. But, mostly, it had been mentally arduous. It wasn't the first time she'd been forced to help her sister clean up after a night of strenuous partying and it wasn't the first time she had gotten sinful feelings while doing it. It was so confusing; she couldn't understand why God would allow her to feel and think that way. She had prayed long and hard for those feelings to disappear, but tonight they had come back in full force.

Looking at the sleeping form of her sister, she somehow understood it was the last time she would feel like that. Demi had been staring down the well of Munroecest for a very long time and she had loved every second of it, a lot. Now, after the way Selena had kissed her, she was sure she would be able to put it all behind her.

She softly caressed Dallas hair and feeling emboldened by her sister's intoxication, she bent down, and kissed her, full on the lips. Dallas kissed her back, probably dreaming she was kissing some boy. Even if that was the case, Demi enjoyed the kiss. It was sweet and gentle. However, it was also a little bitter. She was saying goodbye to her infatuation with her big sister. It had been a very important part of her life, but with some luck, no one but herself would ever know about it.

She went to the living room, where she sat down, took out her rosary, and finished saying her Officium Laudes. She looked at her watch and realized that since it was 5am it wasn't worth to try to go back to sleep. Officium Prima had to be said at 6am. Instead, she went for a cup of coffee, and then prayed God for guidance. What was she going to do?

Sister Stephanie had been right; lately she had been having doubts about her calling. She wasn't so sure if she was doing the right thing. When she had first joined the Magdalene Sisters, it had been something she had felt so passionately about. She truly believed God had wanted her to consecrate her life to him. She felt the calling; she had been well intentioned even if she had joined just after coming out of a very dark period in her life.

However, for the past two months, she had felt dissatisfied with the way her life inside the convent was going. Now she wasn't so sure this was what God had wanted for Magdalene Sisters demanded so much from each individual, but they rewarded them greatly too. Not with anything material, mind you, but spiritually. However, since they demanded so much, they also made it very hard for novices and nuns to take their perpetual vows. Demi was now sure that was the reason the Reverend Mother had sent her away for a few days, so she could have time to consider what she was going to do.

Selena had stirred something deep inside her, given her feelings she hadn't felt for anyone in a long time. No, Dallas didn't count. She was aware there were many ways she could serve God and she was sure falling in love was one of them. She had finished college and she had a teacher's degree. She was sure she could get a job in any school she wanted. Teaching was one of the noblest professions.

She was very near making her mind up, but she knew a decision like this was too important to take without first talking with the Reverend Mother. She had been like a second mother to her and she had helped her when she had first come to the convent, she had been a big mess back then. She would miss her.

However, she would miss Sister Stephanie the most. In a way, she was the only best friend she had ever had. Sister Stephanie was the rock Demi had anchored her little boat in at the convent. She knew her friend had been at the convent for most of her life, which could serve to explain how she had gotten to be so wise at such a young age. She needed to think things carefully, but she was confident God would show her true path in time.

She said her Officium Prima and lied down to rest for a few minutes before going into the kitchen to make breakfast for the members of the family who weren't stinking drunks. She smiled a little; she was already thinking of Selena a part of the family. It was a good sign.

Selena opened her eyes, clueless about where she was. She tried to stand up, but then the light hit her eyes and the excruciating pain behind them told her she was massively hung-over. She dropped back down on the bed and groaned. What had happened last night? How could she have gotten so drunk? How had they gotten back home? She was sure Dal was as drunk as she was, but Dal was at least responsible enough as to never drink and drive.

She opened her eyes more slowly this time, looked at her watch to discover it was two in the afternoon. She managed to turn around to look at the other bed. Obviously, Sister Demi was already up. She got out of bed and discovered the glass of water and the aspirin. She downed them greedily and lied back down to wait for the aspirin to kick in. The young nun was very considerate. Selena wondered if she had woken her when she had come in; she was a little embarrassed she had gotten to see her in such a sorry state. It must have blown up any chance she had with her.

She must really be losing it. She never had a chance with Sister Demi. She was a nun for crying out loud! She was already married to God. Sure, she had had relationships with married women before, but none of those husbands had the power to smite her down for messing with their women. Selena chuckled at her little joke. It was a shame, really; Demi seemed like the kind of girl her mother had wanted her to find all along. Speaking of her mother, it was a little bit weird she had never mentioned the other Munroe sister to her. Her mom was really close friends with Dianna. Was it a big conspiracy to keep her from corrupting the innocent nun?

She sighed at her own stupid joke and dragged herself out of the bed and into the bathroom. She took care of her necessities and then took a long, hot shower, which went a long way to make her feel slightly more human. The aspirin had kicked in too. She toweled herself and got dressed in sweatpants and an old t-shirt. It was then when she noticed the wastebasket by her bed; she walked towards it and was relieved when she found it completely empty. It meant she hadn't completely humiliated herself by puking in front of Sister Demi last night. She fixed her hair in a ponytail and put in some eye drops so she didn't look like a bunny.

She walked out of the room and was surprised at how silent the house was. Maybe the Munroes had gone to town for lunch and decided to leave the two drunken beauties to sleep it off. She wobbled towards Dal's room and let herself in without knocking. The short dancer was lying in bed and by the looks of her, she had already showered too. She had her sunglasses on.

"What happened last night, Gomez?" Was the first thing Dallas said. "How could you let me drink so much?"

Selena had to smile at that. She sat by her friend's side and started playing with her hair. "I have no clue what happened last night and I want to ask you the same question; how could you let me drink so much? And how did you know it was me who entered the room?"

"Because I'm only up and chipper thanks to the little penguin. She came around 2 hours ago to tell me that the parental units were gonna take Maddie to town and would be back for dinner. She then dragged me to the shower, opened up the cold water and almost gave me a heart attack. Then she screamed at me to get clothes my size and stop dressing like a slut and stormed away. It was extremely weird. I only forgave her because she left me some aspirin by my nightstand." Dallas concluded with a sigh.

"She does have a point, Dal. Your clothes are at least three sizes too small for you. They don't even fit Maddie." Selena laughed softly. "She actually left me some aspirin too." She got up. "Do you wanna go get some breakfast or something?"

Dallas got up slowly too. "It's after 3, I don't think it's called breakfast anymore."

"Bite me, Munroe. You know what I mean. Just get some food to help our bodies process all the alcohol." Selena punched Dallas' arm.

"Ouch, bitch! Why did u have to hit me? I bruise easily, you know." Dallas said in mock anger.

"Come on Dallas, let's eat, and then I have something I need to tell you." Selena said, leading the way.

"I know, you fell in love with my sister and you kissed her. She already told me."