Emer spent the next few days locked in her room at the convent, only leaving for mass, prayer, and meals. She was scouring the scripture, trying to find answers, absolution. Everything she found in the Holy Bible was clear, iron tight.

One passage in particular stabbed her straight in the heart. "When you follow the desires of your sinful nature, the results are very clear: sexual immorality, impurity, lustful pleasures, idolatry, sorcery, hostility, quarreling, jealousy, outbursts of anger, selfish ambition, dissension, division, envy, drunkenness, wild parties, and other sins like these. Let me tell you again, as I have before, that anyone living that sort of life will not inherit the Kingdom of God."*

Still, inside of her, Emer was convinced she had done nothing wrong.

Murphy hadn't helped matters, whispering promises in her ears as they walked back to the convent. He told her they had done nothing wrong. If they were condemned for their actions, he would gladly rot in hell beside her. His impassioned promises of devotion only made her more nervous.

He seemed to be so sure, so self aware, though. Maybe the answers she sought could not be found in the word, maybe she needed to seek out the twins.

The next morning she woke extra early, determined to sneak out to hurry to mass at the church again. Hopefully, they would be there before the monsignor arrived, like usual.

She ran to the cathedral. She found the church empty. She took the opportunity to say a few prayers of contrition before she decided it was nigh time to go before she missed breakfast. She had barely stood and turned around before she saw the twins looming behind her, whispering in hushed tones in what seemed to be another language.

Murphy growled something angrily, pushing Connor out of the shadows and into the light. "Go on."

"We been comin' 'ere every mornin', 'opin ta see ye. We didn't wan' ta push ye more than we already 'ave." Connor explained. Murphy cleared his throat and they shared another look before Connor continued. "I wanted t'apologize fer what I said. What I did ta ye. T'was wrong o' me. I'm truly sorry."

She stood, open-mouthed, in her tracks before she worked up the courage to speak. "It's okay. It wasn't only you. I think I should apologize as well."

Connor took a bold step forward, infringing on her personal space. "No, lass. We knew ye'd given yer 'eart ta the lort. We shouldn' 'ave even tried."

She bit her lower lip, looking up at the blond through her lashes. "I'm not so sure what you did was wrong anymore. I find myself very confused."

"But ye came 'ere anyway." Connor smirked.

"I was hoping we could talk some more." She said, looking to Murphy. "What you said the other night – you meant it?"

"Every fuckin' word." He said with conviction. He then looked to the crucifix behind the pulpit and made the sign of the cross. "It'd be worth it."

Connor confusedly looked between the two, then locked eyes with his twin.

"We kin go somewhere a little more private, if'n ye still wanted ta talk, lass. Whatever ye need." Murphy said.

"Actually," She began, letting out a deep breath, "I'm tired of talking." She blushed at her admission, being uncharacteristically forthcoming. The look on her face said it all.

Connor emitted a noise between a growl and a moan. He ventured forward a step, turning her nimbly and pressing a firm hand to the small of her back, pushing her up the stairs of the altar and urging her through the door behind the confessional, leading to a short hallway with three oak doors. Murphy wasn't far behind.

Connor pushed her forward, picking one at random, opening the door and ushering Emer and his twin in side, shutting and locking the door behind him. It appeared to be an office of some sort. There was a couch in the room and one leather chair. It might have been a room for counseling. "We probably don' 'ave long. Still dark, but the father usually isn't far behind us."

Emer suddenly felt trapped, looking between each of the MacManus twins, feeling a lot like prey. "Are we all –" She began, not exactly sure how to word what she was thinking.

"S'not the first time we've done this." Connor admitted. "Though, it is the first time we 'ad ta do it in a cathedral." He chuckled.

"Oh." Emer muttered, nervously.

"That's not ta say that we always felt the same way." Murphy interjected. "Yer special."

"Aye." Connor nodded. "But if yer 'avein' second thoughts…"

"We'll go slow." Murphy pleaded.

"Ye tell us ta stop if ye need ta."

"I don't want to." She said calmly.

Murphy walked over to her, reaching out a hand, motioning to take her wrist, then pulled away. "We didn't mean ta make ye feel uncomfortable." He said, coolly.

"No." She protested, grabbing his hand. "I mean, I don't want to stop."

That was all Emer needed to say, Murphy stepped forward, closing his mouth over hers. Connor began to strip behind them as Murphy began to fumble with the buttons of Emer's blouse, working them open to reveal nothing underneath. He groaned in the back of his throat, grazing his calloused palms over her aching breasts, causing her nipples to harden into buds. She broke the kiss, only to remove her rosary, delicately tracing the beads before tossing the necklace aside. She arched towards Murphy's touch, finding his lips with hers again.

Suddenly, Connor was behind her. She was bending to their will, her ass grinding against Connor's groin and her breasts in Murphy's capable hands. She felt hands, Connor's, wrap around her hips as he nuzzled her neck, sucking the sensitive skin his brother had uncovered. His fingers playing with the button at the front of her skirt, releasing it until her skirt fell at her feet. His hands stayed on her hips, pulling her back towards him.

Emer whimpered as Connor's hand sank into her panties, his knuckles grazing her clit. She bucked hard, clawing at Murphy's shoulders, pushing his coat to the floor and biting his lower lip as her body bowed into the lighter of the two.

Murphy pulled away, tossing his shirt over his head. Then he leaned in, licking down Emer's neck. His lips were soft at her collarbone, gently kissing a path down her chest. His lips found a light pink nipple, suckling hard, nursing from her. She keened towards his touch.

Connor growled in her ear, nipping her ear lobe. He grabbed her hip with one hand, pulling her possessively towards him as he continued to torture her slowly with his hands. He ground his erection against her ass. Emer turned towards his, swallowing his growls with her sweet kiss.

The brunet fell to his knees in front of Emer, continuing his thorough ravishing of her breasts, his hands holding her shoulders in place as Connor's hand picked up speed. Emer whimpered into the blond's mouth as she came, shaking violently as the twins held her up, steadying her.

"Got her?" Murphy asked, his voice was liquid velvet.

"Aye." The blond muttered, removing his hands from her panties. He held her up as Murphy pulled her panties down her legs, helping her step out of her clothes before he got to his feet. Murphy looked up, exchanging a look with his brother. The dark twin sat back, kicking off his boots and wiggling out of his jeans until he was naked on the floor.

He nodded at Connor and he passed Emer off, encouraging her to straddle Murphy's thighs. The brunet found her hips, guiding her until his cock found the entrance to her tight cunt with a low moan. She gasped as he filled her, stilling herself, giving them time to adjust.

Behind them, Connor undressed the rest of the way, watching as Emer sank down on his brother's hard cock. Murphy adjusted her, crossing her ankles by lifting her lithe little legs. His hands trailed over her back, tangling in her hair and pulling her mouth down to his. "Ach scíth a ligean." He purred as Connor sank to his knees behind the pair. He held onto her bare neck, rolling his hips and plunging into her.

She felt moisture roll between the peaks of her bare ass. Spit. Connor's spit. She nuzzled her face into Murphy's neck, rubbing her nose against the Virgin Mary as Connor slipped an arm around her middle, lining his cock up with her tighter hole, dipping himself in slowly. Emer screamed.

She felt herself tearing, the searing pain as they stretched her. They were both inside of her, the sensation was not altogether unpleasant. Murphy kissed her cheek, pushing up with his hips as he released her neck. She sat up, pushing against Connor, completely full. She began to move, they all began to move. Connor was fucking her ass, violently pulling at her hips and pumping into her as Murphy held her thigh and lower back, rolling her onto him, back and forth.

She needed this, the violence, the pain. The penance. She needed to feel like what she was indulging herself in was a punishment.

She held herself up, hands on the dark twin's chest, relishing in the sensation. She looked down, seeing the entanglement of limbs, four arms encompassing her. Two bared the mark of the cross.

She felt herself begin to writhe, her insides fluttering, strangling both cocks that filled her. "Lig sé dul go léir. Tar dom." Murphy urged. He lifted up on his knees, pushing into her, hard with a loud cry, exploding inside of her.

"Lig dom a bhraitheann tú, cailín." Connor roared behind her. He was able to fuck himself into her a few more violent times, pumping his hips through her orgasm, until her followed close behind.

The were sex-sated. Relaxed and, oddly, peaceful.

Translations and References:

* Galatians 5:19-21

Ach scíth a ligean. – Just relax.

Lig sé dul go léir. Tar dom. - Let it all go. Come for me.

Lig dom a bhraitheann tú, cailín. - Let me feel you, girl.