"But I'm to have the orphan!" Sister Mary protested."So which is it to be?"I asked as I slipped from the mother superior's sopping cunt. "Can you hold...on a few pokes Michael?" Father Rafferty asked."If it's god's will," I replied."Then poke Sister Pious!" he replied."Against the door post Michael," Sister Pious insissted and she just about dragged me across the room to the door where she stood against the wall on one leg with the other leg swung aside and invited me to poke her.I stood there. I told her that if she was discreet enough I would not even notice, and that the more I didn’t notice the more effort she could put into it. I also told her that the closer she came to cumming the more she would start to think about my dick. And about how it would look and feel. I also told her that eventually she would realise that she simply couldn’t cum without seeing my dick. Without touching and tasting it. My final instruction was that when she was on the verge of orgasm she would have. You’re stuck with this redneck girl for a long time to come. You’ll see just how much I love you when I make you lunch and dinner, too. I really can’t wait to be your wife! You know that diner is mine, by the way. Mom left it to me when she got killed in the first week or so after the Pulse. Barry now works there, too, as it gives him a job and an income. He doesn’t seem to mind having his sister for a boss, at least not most of the time. In fact, I’m pretty sure that he’s minding the store. I didn't fancy taking a shower so I simply dragged my naked body down the passage and dropped into my bed. It's against all the rules, I understand, to let yourself sleep if you might have a concussion. I was simply too exhausted to care however and fell into a pain filled sleep. My battered body woke me up several times during the night and I was still in bed when Laura, my mother, stuck her head through the door."Are you getting up today Mister Slugabed? Have you forgotten we are going to see.