Mia Clark

Maddy & Declan – Oh dear…

  • September 23, 2017

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One Night Sin – Maddy & Declan's Story (Chapter 29)

*** DECLAN

After Maddy gives me my phone, I hold it in the palm of my hand, staring at the caller ID. This is definitely my mom calling. What's she calling about? Terrible scenarios starts playing in my head, each one getting progressively worse.

What if she's right down the street? They just stopped for donuts or something, grabbed them on their way home. Oh, we'll be there in a couple minutes, Declan. We're bringing breakfast!

And then my mom and stepdad come into the house. I don't know what they'll find. Did Maddy and I clean up last night? Is the living room a mess? Honestly, that should be the least of my concerns. Maddy's not wearing clothes, wrapped up in a sheet stolen from my bed, and I'm standing at the top of the stairs with her without a shirt on. And… I'm pretty sure my bedroom smells like sex, but maybe I'm imagining that one.

Then my mind goes to what happens when they open the door. Maddy and I are still standing here. Her dad walks in, my mom right behind him carrying a box of donuts, and he sees us standing there. What is this? What have you done to my daughter? Declan!

And I'm at the top of the stairs, so it's not like I have anywhere I can run. Where am I supposed to go? Back to my room, jump out a window, flee down the street or something? It's not like I'm running away from some girl's house and I can just go back home and hide out there, or at least grab some of my stuff and make a hasty escape.

My home is here, which is the main issue with all of this. I'm trapped.

The phone stops ringing. I don't know how long it was ringing, but probably for awhile. Oh, fuck. They're pulling into the driveway, aren't they? My worst dreams are coming true. I'm completely fucking screwed, I'm about to get murdered, or I'm going to jail, or…

I don't know why I'd be going to jail. Maybe religious jail, which is kind of like Hell, right? I'm not even going to die, I'm just going to go directly to Hell, stolen from this mortal coil and transported there immediately. I wouldn't even doubt it. If God has any reason to send someone to Hell immediately without letting them live the rest of their life on Earth, it's probably for taking Maddy Hamilton's virginity while out of wedlock.

I do not think God thinks lightly on those who defile his most precious angels. I could be wrong. I don't think they talk about this too much in the Bible. I'm going to look into it and get back to you.

The phone starts ringing again. It's my mom. Again.

Which is fine, but the sudden noise startles me and I nearly drop my phone. I barely catch it before it hits the steps and starts bouncing down to the first floor. I hold it tight, trying to think of what to do. What do I do, what do I do, uh…?

I can't ask God for help on this one. I don't think we're on speaking terms at the moment. I mean, he hasn't told me this in as many words, but I'm afraid to even consider thinking about asking him for help and guidance. Mentally, in my mind, like a quick pep talk, you know? Sometimes that can help.

Not now, though. Definitely not now.

“Um, Declan?” Maddy says, staring at the phone just as hard as I am.

“Yeah?” I answer her.

“Do you think you should answer it?” she asks.

“Maddy, I'm almost positive that if I answer this phone I'm going to die.”

“Oh dear,” she says, worried.

Seriously, if that's not the cutest thing anyone's ever said, I don't know what is. I just stare at her, clad in my sheet, wrapped up in white like the radiant angel she is. Oh dear.

Never change, Maddy. Please. You're adorable and beautiful and amazing.

“Alright, I'm going to do it,” I tell her. “I can do this.”

“Declan, please don't die,” Maddy says. “I'd feel bad.”

“I don't think I'm actually going to die,” I say. “I just… let's be ready to make a run for it, alright?”

“Where?” she asks.

I shrug. “I don't know. You go to your room and I go to mine?”

“My clothes are in your room, though,” she says.

“We can figure that out later. Don't worry about it. Let's just stick to the plan for now.”

“This sounds bad,” she says. “I've never really done anything bad before.”

“Maddy, we had sex. We're already doing bad things. I'm sorry it has to be this way, but…”

“Did we, though?” she asks, brow furrowed in the cutest way. Just perfectly scrunched up, like she's thinking really hard about this and.. did we, though?

Listen, we did. I'm sure of it. I like Maddy's vote of confidence, though. She's a better person than I'll ever be.

I answer the phone on what's probably the last ring before it goes to voicemail. I hear my mom muttering on the other end, talking to someone about the fact that I'm not answering the phone.

“Maybe his battery died?” she says, sounding kind of out of it. “Do you think they're still sleeping? I can call back later, or we could call the neighbors and ask them to go check on them? What do you–”

“Mom,” I say after taking a deep breath. “Hey, I'm here. Hi.”

“Hello!” my mom says, instantly cheery. Then she goes low again, sounding off. “Declan, how are you?”

“Are you alright?” I ask her. Let's deflect. Let's not tell my mom how much of an awful sinner I am, at least not yet.

“Oh, right,” she says. “About that, um… you see… your stepfather and I got ourselves into a predicament.”

“It's not a predicament, Beth!” Maddy's dad says, groaning from across the room. “Just tell him what's going on so we can–”

He doesn't get much farther than that. I hear something else, then a door shutting, and a few other sounds that I'm afraid to ask about. This is because of me, isn't it? I've unleashed Hell on Earth and there's demons roaming, ready to light an indomitable fire across the land.

The Bible tells us that if your hand causes you to sin, cut it off. If your foot causes you to sin, cut it off. If your eye causes you to sin, tear it out. It is better to be crippled in life than to enter Hell whole.

What if your son sins? Is it better to be childless in life than to enter Hell with your family?

I mean, at least we'll know some people there. Right, Mom? Yeah, uh…

“Declan? Are you still there?” my mom asks. “I think something's wrong with my phone.”

“No, sorry, I'm here,” I say. “Sorry, uh…” I look around for some excuse to use. “Maddy just woke up.”

Maddy looks at me, frantic. Oh shit.

No no! I shake my head, and then because somehow I think this will make everything better, I put my phone on speakerphone.

“Hi, Mom!” Maddy says, her voice squeaking.

“Maddy, you don't sound very good. Is your throat alright?”

Fuck. Is her throat alright? I don't remember Maddy giving me a blowjob, but if she did, and that was the first time, uh… yeah… sore throat?

I'm using this as an excuse to daydream about Maddy giving me a blowjob, aren't I? Double fuck.

“I'm fine,” Maddy says, nervous. “How are you and my dad? When are you coming home?”

“That's just what I was telling Declan about,” my mom says.

“Uh, I didn't really hear what you were saying,” I say. “I got distracted. Sorry, Mom.”

“Maybe it was my phone,” my mom says, muttering. “These things are so finicky! Anyways, do you remember how I said we were coming to volunteer at the nursing home because they were short-staffed because of a norovirus outbreak?”

“Yes,” I say.

Maddy agrees. “Yes.”

“Well… surprise!” my mom says, exactly like if she were at a surprise birthday party. “We both caught it. Isn't that something?”

“Wait, what?” I ask.

Maddy looks at me, equally confused.

Also, do you know how hard it is to handle this situation right now? Seriously, I'm talking to my mom on speakerphone while Maddy leans close to me while only wearing a bed sheet. How am I supposed to deal with this? I don't know. If this is a test from God, I'm failing very badly.

“I don't know how it happened,” my mom continues. “Last night we were fine, and then when we woke up this morning…”

“It's very contagious,” Maddy says, nodding along with my mom.

“That's what one of the nurses said! Who knew?”

“I knew!” Maddy's dad says. “I had a feeling this would happen. I know you didn't want to leave anyone to suffer, though, so I agreed to come, but…”

“Is everything alright, Daddy?” Maddy asks.

“Oh, he can't hear you, Maddy. Um… hold on… let me see if I can…” My mom's apparently fumbling with the phone. We can hear her flipping it around this way and that.

“What?” Maddy's dad says.

“Maddy wants to talk to you,” my mom tells him.

“Put it on speakerphone.”

“How do you put it on speakerphone?”

“You push the button. That one. Right there.”

And the button is apparently pushed, because the next thing my mom says is, “Surprise! Here's your father, Maddy.”

“What's with the surprises?” her dad asks.

“I don't know. It makes you feel more excited, doesn't it? I just thought it'd help considering the situation, you know?”

“Um, hi, Daddy,” Maddy says, tentative.

She says it slow, anxious, and… this is it, isn't it? She's going to tell him we had sex. I'm dead. I thought I had more time on this world. I thought maybe I could repent, take vows, live life as a hermit on the top of a mountain while doing my best to come back into God's good graces.

I understand, though. I get it, Maddy. You do you. If you have to tell your father, I accept the consequences. We don't both have to suffer for what we've done. One of us can come out of this alive, hopefully.

“Maddy, I'm really sorry about this, but they're saying we have to stay here until after the weekend. It's a quarantine,” her dad tells us. “To be honest, I don't think either of us is up for leaving at the moment, but we should feel better soon. The brunt of it only lasts for a couple days, so we'll be back on our feet in no time. To make sure it doesn't spread more, they're asking everyone to voluntarily remain under supervision for longer, though.”

“Oh,” she says.

I agree. “Oh.”

“On the plus side, they said we can have as much butterscotch pudding as we want,” my mom adds.

“Surprise?” my stepfather says like he's rolling his eyes at her.

“There you go, that's the spirit!”

“So… Mom?” I ask, careful how I say this. “Speaking of surprises… we made brownies last night and I was kind of wondering about something.”

“…Brownies?” my mom asks, slow. “Um, yes?”

“I told you we shouldn't have–” Maddy's dad starts to say.

“It's just brownies!” my mom says, and then as if she's entirely unsure, she asks me, “It's just brownies, right?”

“Um, I… so…” Maddy starts to say, thinking about everything.

She hasn't really caught on to what I'm asking my mom about, because Maddy's a perfect angel and doesn't know about these things, but I think she's realizing that maybe this isn't exactly about the brownies.

“I saw we were low on coconut oil,” Maddy says, coming clean as to how this all happened. Brownies are serious. “And the box of brownies was right next to the jar of coconut oil, so I checked the recipe and it looked like we had just enough to make them. Declan and I went shopping, so we got more, though. You don't have to worry about that. We have some brownies here but I don't know if they'll be good by the time you get back. I can make more this weekend, though.”

“Oh, um…” my mom says, conflicted.

“Did you eat the brownies?” her dad asks. “How much of the coconut oil did you use?”

“All of it?” Maddy answers, confused. “There wasn't that much left, so I was just following the recipe.”

“Were the brownies good, at least?” my mom asks. “How was everything last night?”

Maddy panics, her eyes growing wide. She covers her mouth with her hands. Which, uh… so now she's not holding onto my bed sheet, which falls gracefully to the floor. Just kind of flutters down, sweet and simple. It's really very elegant, except now I'm standing next to my naked stepsister while talking to my mom and stepdad on the speakerphone.

I don't know what I've done to deserve this, God, but I'm sorry for doing it. On the flip side, this is an amazing test of faith. If I were anyone else and I heard about this, I'd be really impressed with just how much thought and effort went into this.

Do you think that's going to work? I know God probably doesn't give in to compliments often, but it doesn't hurt to try, right? Uh… yeah…

Anyways, back to the matter at hand, which is:

“Mom,” I say, flat, trying to ignore the fact that Maddy is standing next to me and is decidedly not flat. Everything about her is deliciously curvy, actually. I just want to…

No! This is done, Declan! No more temptation, no more falling, no more corrupting Maddy into a world of ecstasy and sin.

I mean, I hope it was ecstasy-inducing for her last night, at least. That's my male ego speaking, and has nothing to do with God or sins. Sorry.

“Do you want to explain to me why there was a special ingredient in those brownies?” I ask, doing my best to sound as concerned as possible.

“Well, you see… there wasn't anything in the brownie mix. That was just a regular box of brownie mix, Declan. I don't know what you're–”

“Mom. No.”

“Sometimes John and I need to relax, and we talked to Father Patch about it. He didn't condone it, but they've done studies and, really, it's no worse than drinking or smoking. We don't even smoke it, Declan. We just make brownies sometimes and we spend the night together. I think the kind we get is more arousing… which I'm not going to talk with you about, but we're married and there's nothing wrong with that in the eyes of God, so it's not like it's a big deal, so…”

My stepdad stays silent throughout all of this. Which I think is good, because I'm not sure it matters why we ate the brownies last night. If he finds out what we did after, I'm mostly positive I'm still going to die.

“Wait, um… Daddy?” Maddy asks, quiet. “I'm confused.”

You know what I'm confused about? Why is Maddy still naked? Seriously, Maddy, you're making this very hard.

I'd probably literally be hard, except the whole parental conversation we're having right now. My mind says no, but my cock has a hard time listening to it when there's something closer at hand. Maddy's hip is barely a foot awhile from my crotch while my brain is, like… what… a few feet? It just makes sense that my cock would want to listen to Maddy's body more than it wants to listen to me. There's got to be some rule or law of distances or something.

I don't know. I'm making all of this up. I'm having some serious issues right now.

“You might want to throw the rest of those brownies away, darling,” Maddy's dad says. “It's not your fault, but your stepmother and I sometimes like to use… special oregano… and we have it infused in the coconut oil so when we bake brownies it helps us relax. We don't do it too often, though.”

“Why would you infuse coconut oil with oregano?” Maddy asks, confused. “What kind of oregano is it? Why's it special?”

“Maddy,” I say, because seriously I'm the only one who's going to say it, aren't I? “It was marijuana. The coconut oil was infused with marijuana, so basically last night we…”

Maddy stares at me, her lips a perfect circle, her eyes wider than a deer caught in… not just a truck's headlights, but the headlights of a commercial airplane or something. Her reality is shattered in one fell swoop.

“I made pot brownies…?” Maddy asks, her voice barely more than a whisper.

Yeah…

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Oh dear. Poor Maddy…

Before I get too far into this, I want to say that I don't know if many Catholic priests would accept marijuana use, haha. I looked it up online and apparently some consider it fine as long as there's medicinal value to it and it's not illegal where you are. I just thought it'd be an interesting twist to the story, and also it shines some potential light on secrets that Maddy and Declan's parents have, so…

It's just a fun story element! Please don't put much more thought into it than that, haha. Something different, you know?

And now Maddy's got to deal with multiple “sins” or so she believes. She had sex outside of marriage, she inadvertently made pot brownies and offered them to Declan, and then she got high herself, so…

This is probably not going so well for her. Good thing she's got Father Patch to talk to, right?

Oh, wait, um… Declan's in charge of the church for a week and he's her unwitting accomplice in all of this…

I'm excited for more! I hope you're enjoying the story so far. Let me know what you think!

Bye for now! ^_^
~Mia

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