I originally intended the first chapter to be a one-shot, but I decided that it might be fun to play around with the story a bit more. This will hopefully end up being a multi-chapter fic. Please review!

"Alright little Salvatore, since you left us out to hang, you're going to have to do penance," said Henry.

"What kind of penance?" asked Stefan nervously as he eyed the older boy.

"You're going to leave some photos on the church alter," replied Henry as he held one out for Stefan to see.

Stefan gasped as he took the picture. It was postcard sized drawing of a naked women. She sat on a chair with her legs spread and a hand on her right breast. Stefan had never seen a completely naked women before and couldn't seem to tear his eyes away. When he finally looked back up, Henry had a knowing smirk on his face.

"Seeing something for the first time, little Salvatore?" he teased.

Stefan's face burned as he replied, "It's a sin to have stuff like this."

Henry laughed lowly and said, "Less of a sin than getting a girl pregnant. They help get the imagination going when you're entertaining yourself."

Stefan blushed even harder at Henry's suggestion. "Aren't you afraid you'll go blind or something?" he quipped bitingly.

Henry shrugged. "My older brother's been doing it for years. Nothing bad has happened to him."

Stefan shook his head. "Father Deveraux will kill us if he sees these."

"Fine, then you can live without friends while the rest of the boys in town continue to ignore you. You broke our trust when you lied about shooting that horse. And to top it all off, daddy Salvatore even bought his baby another gun," he spat.

Stefan frowned and squeezed his eyes shut. "Ok," he sighed heavily.

"Excellent," beamed Henry. "Here's a stack of them. Be sure to arrange them artfully."

Stefan took a deep breath as he looked back at his friend, James. James had agreed to watch from a distance and go get Damon if Stefan got caught. He wasn't too excited about the prospect of facing Damon, but he figured it was better than dealing with Father.

Thankfully, not too many people wanted to visit the sanctuary during the middle of a weekday. Stefan carefully arranged the pictures around the alter as quickly as possible. He had taken a good look at the photos before bringing them to the church, but Stefan hadn't been able to bring himself to "entertain" himself as Henry had so crudely suggested. He sighed in the relief as he placed the last one next to a candle.

A hand on his shoulder made him jump.

"Father Deveraux!" he yelled as he turned around. The priest stood there with a look of disapproval on his face. The middle-aged man grabbed the last picture that Stefan had laid down and then grabbed Stefan by the ear. He marched the boy over to a pew before forcing him to sit down.

"I don't know what you think you're doing, but this little act of vandalism is disgraceful and not the least bit funny. Furthermore, those pictures are extremely unfit for young eyes…"

Stefan slouched down in the pew as Father Deveraux continued to lecture. He really hoped that James was on his way to get Damon. Twenty minutes and an out of breath priest later, a very pissed off Damon walked into the church.

"Father Deveraux, I heard my little brother has been causing some trouble."

"Trouble?! The little hooligan put pornographic pictures on the alter of God!" fumed the priest.

"I can assure you that he will be appropriately punished," said Damon.

"He better be squirming in the pew on Sunday," Father Deveraux grumbled.

"I'll make sure that my father gives an extra large donation to the church this year," Damon offered as he pulled Stefan up and started guiding him out of the church.

Stefan was afraid to look at his older brother's face as he was marched back to the Salvatore mansion. To Stefan's surprise, Damon guided him towards the back garden instead of to the front door. They stood in front of the woods as Damon turned Stefan around to face him.

"Talk to me," pleaded the elder Salvatore as placed a hand on the tree behind Stefan's head. "This isn't like you. Usually I'm the one causing trouble."

Stefan just shrugged and looked at the ground. Damon exhaled in exasperaton and said, "If you don't feel like talking, I can just go ask your little friend what happened."

"Henry told me to do it," Stefan mumbled.

"Henry Smith?" asked Damon. "The kid I explicitly told you to stay away from?"

Stefan nodded.

"And why in the world would you do what he said?" questioned Damon as he stood upright again and crossed his arms.

"He bullied the other boys in town into ignoring me because I didn't get in trouble with Father for the gun incident. No one would talk to me," Stefan whined.

Damon ran a frustrated hand through his hair. "Next time, come tell me you have a problem instead of trying to solve it yourself. There are better ways of dealing with people like Henry than messing with the priest. Father will not be happy when he hears about what you did."

"Are you going to let him deal with me?" Stefan asked nervously.

"No, your little prank was done in church of all places," scolded Damon. "Father will worry about our family's image and I don't trust him to deal with this calmly. Quite frankly, at this point I'm convinced your growing up years are God's revenge for everything that I did when I was younger. I'll deal with you myself and tell Father that I already took care of the situation. Now, let's talk about those pictures."

"Damon," he whined.

"I don't like the idea of my baby brother being exposed to such material."

"That's not fair," insisted Stefan. "You did a lot worse when you were my age. I even walked in on you. Remember?"

His older brother winced. "You were nine when you walked in me. Do I even want to know how you finally figured out what I was doing?"

"Henry talks about what he does with the girls in town," mumbled Stefan.

"Of course he does," moaned Damon. "Now I really don't want you hanging around that kid." He shifted uncomfortably as he put his hands on his hips. "Do you …um… have any questions…about the girl stuff?"

"No!" cried Stefan quickly. "I don't want to talk about this!"

"Fine, just remember that I'm always here if you want to talk." Stefan couldn't decide if his older brother looked relieved or upset.

"Are you going to spank me for looking at the pictures?" pouted Stefan.

"I'm going to spank you for hanging out with Henry when I told you not to and for vandalizing the church. As for the pictures themselves, just don't let me catch you with them again. Or with an actual girl."

He held up a finger as Stefan started to protest. "Just until you're seventeen. Give yourself a little more time to grow up before following in my footsteps. Just because I made stupid mistakes doesn't mean that you have to as well. Please?" his older brother begged.

Stefan reluctantly nodded.

"Good," said Damon as pulled out a pocketknife. "Now, go cut two switches."

"Two?!" screeched Stefan.

"One for today and anther for Sunday morning to make you squirm. Father Deveraux will tell Father what you did. They will only believe that I sufficiently handled the matter if they see you in discomfort," declared Damon.

"I could pretend to squirm," suggested Stefan hopefully.

"Not a chance, little brother."