Going to Hell

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“And those sinners who dare argue with our Lord’s divine will,” shouted the Reverend Gary Whitman, “Will be doomed to spend an eternity in hell! Who is that, you ask? Who are these sinners? Well, ladies and gentlemen, let me tell you. It’s the murderers, the criminals, the thieves!” The congregation cheered. Reverend Whitman’s movements were animated and exaggerated when he was in the middle of a sermon. Whitman was a man in his mid-forties whose light brown hair was beginning to gray. He was short, about five and a half feet tall, but very muscular. He wore a black suit. “It’s the people who don’t honor their parents, their family, their country!” Those paying particularly close attention to Reverend Whitman might have noticed that his eyes strayed towards two teenagers sitting in the first row, a boy and a girl. Their names were Justice and Chastity Whitman. They were Reverend Whitman’s children. “It’s the boozers and the gamblers, those who give in to sloth and gluttony!” Chastity, the girl, was sixteen years old. She had long, flowing brown hair which reached about halfway down her back. She was quite thin, but in the last year had developed extremely well in certain areas. She wore a long white dress that, although loose, could not help but show off her incredible figure. “It’s those who put any idol, be it money, fame, or another God, before our Lord and Savior, Jesus Christ!” Justice, the boy, was nineteen. He had short, neat black hair. Unlike his father, he was not particularly muscular, and somewhat taller. He and his sister shared piercing blue eyes. He wore a black suit that seemed a little too small for him. “It’s the coveters, the adulterers, the sexual perverts: those who take pleasure in homosexuality, or incest, or sex before marriage!” The crowd stood up, cheering istanbul travesti and clapping enthusiastically. Justice and Chastity seemed a little behind the rest of them. “The word of God!” shouted Reverend Whitman. “Amen!” shouted many of the congregation. And the service was over. “Congratulations,” said one man, rushing over to Reverend Whitman. “Wonderful sermon,” said an old woman. “One of your best.” “Don’t thank me,” said Whitman, sounding both modest and full of himself at the same time. “Thank the Lord for speaking through me. I am but his instrument.” Justice and Chastity remained on the bench, sitting silently until the crowd dispersed ten minutes later. As soon as the last person left, Reverend Whitman approached his two children. “Justice, your shirt is untucked,” he growled. “It was bugging the hell out of me during my sermon. And Chastity, you yawned four times during my sermon. Do you find the threat of eternal damnation uninteresting, or were you just up on the computer until midnight last night?” “I can’t help yawning, Father,” said Chastity quietly. Her voice had a kind of defeated quality. “Yeah, and maybe I can’t help hitting you with my belt until you’re black and blue. Now listen, you two, I’ve got to do a little work in my office before we head home. How about you two clean up in here while you’re waiting?” “Yes, Father.” “Yes, Father.” “You two sure as hell don’t sound very enthusiastic. When I was your age, I’d had have done anything my father said with a smile on my face.” He continued grumbling as he headed towards his office, out of view of the main room. “What a fucking liar,” said Justice. “Justice!” Chastity warned. “He could hear you!” “I’m starting to not fucking care anymore,” said Justice. “When he was istanbul travestileri my age, he was partying and drinking and doing all the things he never lets us do. It wasn’t until he ran out of money that he came crying back to Grandpa wanting to take over the preacher job that he got all righteous.” “And now he wants you to take over from him someday,” said Chastity. “Fuck that. He won’t even let me go to college. Once I’ve got enough money saved up from my job, I’m going to run away and get my own place and never see that hypocrite again.” “Justice!” “You know how he always goes on about the evils of sex without marriage? He’s been having sex with the maid ever since Mom died three years ago.” “He’s been sleeping with Lupe?” “You can say sex, Chastity. It’s not a dirty word.” “To me it is. You realize I’ve never even kissed a boy before?” “That’s not a big deal. You’re only sixteen.” Justice watched as his sister bend over to pick up a crumpled-up program. He could see her nice, round butt under the white dress. He could picture her in something sexier—maybe an evening gown, or even lingerie. The idea of seeing his sister in this way turned him on. “So, tell me, Justice, how many girls have you kissed?” “One. Once.” “What? That’s all? But you have a job outside of the house and everything! The only time I leave the house is for church!” “Yeah, well you’d be amazed how few girls you meet flipping burgers at a fast food joint. And how hard it is to arrange dates when you don’t have a car and your curfew is ten.” “Yeah, well I can’t leave the house without Father’s permission, and he won’t even let me get my license until I turn eighteen.” It was true, Chastity was even more protected than Justice. At least Justice was allowed to visit friends travesti from church and have a job, while Chastity was kept under her father’s constant scrutiny. Maybe it was because she was a girl, maybe it was because her father recognized her beauty and was afraid of her ending up with the wrong boy. In Reverend Whitman’s mind, of course, any boy was the wrong boy. “I know Dad’s hard on you, Chas,” said Justice. “I’ll tell you what, as soon as you turn eighteen, run away and come live with me, and there’s nothing Dad can do about it.” Chastity shrugged. “I don’t know, Justice. I mean, I’ve been homeschooled my whole life. I don’t know if I could survive out there on my own.” “You wouldn’t be on your own,” said Justice. “I’d be with you.” Chastity smiled a little. She was so pretty, thought Justice. It was really sad that she never had any chance to be around boys her own age. “So,” she said teasingly, “have you been any further than kissing?” “Further?” he goaded. “You mean, sleeping with anyone?” “Yeah, ‘sleeping with’… ‘making love’…” “Fucking?” “Justice!” “No, I haven’t. In fact, the one girl I kissed was Bethany Hoover, after confirmation in ninth grade. She moved away right after.” “Can you teach me?” she whispered as softly as she could. Justice wasn’t sure he heard her right. “What?” “Teach me how to kiss, please,” Chastity whispered. “Chastity, I’m—” Justice began. He realized suddenly that his sister, so isolated from the world, had no idea that something like incest was much worse than premarital sex. After all, their father regularly mentioned them in the same breath. And then, looking at his sister, beautiful in her white dress, he decided that he had no choice. “Come on,” he said. He pulled her into his grip. His arms felt strong to Chastity. She turned red again. “Justice, maybe we shouldn’t…” she began. And then they locked lips. At first it was a closed mouth kiss, but then their mouths opened a little, and soon they were making out full-force. Chastity moved her tongue into her brother’s mouth, exploring it, and Justice soon did the same.

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