Man, this was a royal pain in the arse to get uploaded because the site went daft for a couple of hours. Still, here's my latest update. Thanks to brittpage21 for her help again, your a real pal.
Warning: contains bad language and scenes involving spanking and themes of underage sex
A furious thump on the bathroom door interrupted my heartache, halting the tears that were streaming down my face. Taking a deep breathe, I rose to my feet. I knew I had dug myself a deeper hole than before, and actually I might as well have shot myself in the face in the process. My right hand wiped my face down, removing any signs of tears whilst my other hand smoothed and dusted down my denim shorts. I could only think about Jared as I did so. The thrill I felt as he yanked my shorts off in the heat of passion made me tingle and squirm inside. With a heavy heart, I turned off the shower before exiting the bathroom. I hadn't been out the door as much as a second when Dean grabbed hold of me by the arms, rage and wrath in his eyes as he rattled me.
"What the fuck is wrong with you!" he screamed, his face turning a shade of purple. "You're fourteen years old for Christ sake! You think it's acceptable to drop your pants for some random boy you don't even know? Seriously? What the fuck!"
The good minions in my head probed me into giving reasonable and apologetic explanations, whilst the devil minions urged me to snap back with something smart and unwise. My brother's hands squeezed my upper arms fiercely, to the point when I could hear the bones underneath the skin and muscles creak due to the pressure.
"You don't understand," I implored, wriggling against his vice like grip vainly. "It wasn't like that."
My big brother then dragged me over to one of the beds and sat me down before staring at me, his arms folded over his chest. Boy, did he look pissed.
"Now, I don't wanna hear that," he said, his tone serious. "If it wasn't like that then why did you sneak out in the first place. You know you forbidden from leaving this room. It was an order."
I recall reading an article in a magazine one time, it was about parenting styles. Apparently if a kid has been raised in an authoritarian environment, then they are more likely to rebel against authority. Hell, everything in that article makes sense.
"What?" I started, glaring up at him. "Like you've never snuck out before?"
I turned my head away from him. Anger was conflicting alongside my heartache, causing a dangerous cocktail of emotions to bubble and brew inside me. Sighing, Dean sat down next to me.
"Chrissie, baby girl, you know that's different," I heard him say, as my attention had been drawn away from him. "And yes, I made some mistakes and I regret them, and I got in trouble after that didn't I?"
The Great Wall of Me was under threat once again as the emotions inside me began battering against it, in an attempt to make it collapse. Dean guided my face towards his direction, only I swatted his hand away. I wasn't in the mood for this shit.
"Look at me when I'm talking to you!" he commanded.
Not when your like that I ain't. I'd rather face Dad when he's blind drunk than face Dean when he's in a bad mood.
"You will look at me when I'm talking to you!" my eldest brother ordered. "Now tell me why you snuck out in the first place and in the middle of the night no less young lady. You knew it was wrong!"
I glowered up at him.
"To get away from you that's why!" I hissed venomously.
My brother glared back at me. Maybe my choice of words wasn't the best but then again they never are.
"And just why would you want to get away from us?" he demanded, his tone threatening. "Tell me that young lady? You knew you were grounded and weren't allowed to go anywhere without one of us with you."
This was beyond stupid now. I glared at my clenched fists as I turned my attention away from my brother again.
"No" I mumbled.
Dean sighed in exasperation, nearly losing his temper all together. I was counting the seconds until he finally snapped.
"Yes you do" he replied, turning me back around to face him.
Man, I really am suffocating within this sheltered and overprotective environment. It's driving me insane alongside the other fucked up shit inside my polluted melon.
"I'm not a little girl anymore, I don't need a damn guard dog!" I spat. "Jesus!"
I turned away from him again, the anger inside me threatening to explode out of my ears like a volcanic eruption.
"Listen to me young lady! You were grounded. You knew better!" Dean hissed. "Now things are going to be getting a lot worse for you from now on! You think this previous punishment was harsh, Oh you ain't see nothin' yet!"
Oooooh I'm quaking in my high-tops.
"Should I be scared?" I challenged, glowering at him. "You can go screw yourself sideways!"
Big mistake. Something inside my brother finally erupted, causing him to grab me before pinning me down on the mattress, my stomach pressed against the bed sheets. Oh shit! Not this, anything but this! Please no! My eyes widened as reality dawned on me. Next thing I knew was the stinging sensation of my brother's leather belt slapping against the skin on my rear end, sending painful shockwaves throughout my body. Within seconds, my strong demeanor vanished as I started to cry out in agony and sorrow.
"Stop it!" I pleaded as tears scarred my flushed cheeks.
Nevertheless my punishment continued to be delivered. I hadn't been belted in a while and it seemed like second nature. Hell, my Dad used to give me the odd smack across the head or face if I was disobedient or wrong. Try as I might, I could escape from my wrathful big brother as he continue to slap me with his belt. I was gonna have some pretty painful wealds on my back that's for sure.
"Please, stop it!" I begged, my ass burning as the leather generated heat with each smack.
Ten more lashes later, the belting stopped.
"Alright I think you've had enough," I heard Dean say. "That will be nothing compared to what happens if you ever and I mean ever do that again. You understand me?"
Speechless I moved over slowly to Sam's bed, my ass still red hot from the belt lashes. It was always Dad delivering the belting punishment, but I never thought Dean had it in him to do so. I deserved it though. I deserve everything bad at that moment in time. Slamming my face into the lumpy pillow, I hugged my arms around it as I could still sense the salty tears streaming down my face. Everything I do is wrong. I'm never right, I'm just the obnoxious kid who always gets in the way and ruins everything. On top of that, now I'm a reckless little slut who would gladly sleep with some boy I didn't even know. I hated myself even more now. All I could do was cry like the pathetic kid I am.
The door to our room open, as I could sense the cold air rush in and tickle the back of my neck causing me to shiver. I felt the bed dip. Lifting my head from the pillow slightly, I was met by Sam's concerned gaze. Unable to look at him, I reburied my face into the pillow.
"Alright, What's going on?" said Sam, then there was a pause before he spoke again. His tone expressed disbelief. "Oh, no. No, you didn't!"
Damn right he did. Like father like son. I tucked my legs up close to my quivering chest as I sobbed into the pillow.
"Somebody had to" Dean replied.
Everything ached. My ass, my head, but mostly my heart. I could feel it shattering within my chest. I hadn't felt that kinda pain since Sam left for college when I was ten years old. The bed rose up again as Sam got up.
"I need to speak to you outside" I heard him say to Dean.
Aw shit, now I've caused a fight between the Hen and Goose. Brilliant! Nice work Chris, you idiot! I rolled onto my back before sitting up, resting my back against the head board, clutching the pillow to my chest as the tears continued to stream down my cheeks. I gazed at the Sasquatch, giving him a mournful expression as several hiccups escaped from my throat. He knelt down, leveling himself with me.
"Where are you going?" I asked, sounding like a little girl.
Giving me a small sad smile, Sam patted my knee in reassurance. I knew he was mad at me too. I could see into his mind and it was obvious in his eyes too. I was simply a huge disappointment to my family.
"I just need to talk to Dean alone outside" he replied.
Crap, that sounded bad. They left the room in an awkward silence. I listened into their conversation. Words were exchanged before the conversation turned violent and the fists were brought out.
"How could you? I mean come on!" shouted Sam as he threw a heavy upper cut punch.
No. I wasn't having any of this. Charging outside I dived between my battling big brothers.
"Stop it!" I screamed, not caring if I woke the rest of the motel. "Just stop it! I can't take it anymore! I won't have you fighting because of me!"
My brothers looked down at me.
"None of this is your fault" said Sam.
Yes it was.
"Of course it is!" I yelled, my voice breaking.
Yet again, my brothers tried to brain wash me with their opinions. I thought different though.
"No it's not. This is just a silly fight between brothers," said Dean. "Now you just go back inside and we'll be back in in a minute."
Rushing back inside, unable to face either of them, I locked the door behind me before sliding down the door.
"C'mon Chris, this isn't funny," came Dean's voice as he knocked on the door. "Now let us in."
"Or what, you'll hit me again" I retorted with a choked scoff.
Probably. The way my attitude is at the moment I'll be surprised if he doesn't do a Dad and rattles me across the back of the head. The Hen clucked at the Goose and his voice followed.
"Chrissie, it's Sam," came the Hen's voice. "Can you at least let me in so we can talk?"
So I did, yet once I unlocked that door, I locked myself in the bathroom. I'm just a big screw up. If I wasn't in their lives everything would be fine. This whole fight they had was about me. Tears poured from my eyes again. My brothers knocked on the second door that was protecting me from them.
"How could you be so dumb?" I heard Sam say to Dean, his voice laced with outrage "I mean really! You actually, physically hit her!"
I tried gulping back the sobs but it was useless.
"Leave her be Sam," replied Dean. "She's probably only crying from the spanking I gave her. She crying out of pain yeah, but she deserved it."
Damn right I did.
"Am I hearing right? You actually are happy that you hit our baby sister?" said Sam, sounding appalled. "Who are you and what have you done with my brother?"
There was a knock on the door again. It was the Hen.
"Chrissie, baby girl, unlock the door for me please and let me in," begged the Hen. "It's just me, Sam."
Well duh, I can recognize my own brother's voice, I wasn't dropped at birth you know.
"I can't" I croaked, ashamed at myself.
I heard the Hen sighed.
"Please, just let me in and we can talk," he said. "Just the two of us."
I unlocked the door and allowed Mother Hen to enter since I couldn't face Mother Goose. Sitting on the cold tiled floor, Sam looked at me square in the eye.
"Now what's wrong?" he asked. "And can you please look up at me so we can have a face to face chat"
So I did, meeting his gaze with my own. I swallowed my sobs down, hopefully getting rid of them for the time being.
"After what I've done, I'm surprised you wanna talk to me, hell even look at me" I mumbled, wiping my tired puffy eyes.
The Hen always thought different from the Goose. This was gonna become a Big Brother Monologue Moment, I could tell by the atmosphere.
"Sweetheart, I know what you did was wrong," began Sam. "But Dean had no right to just hit you like that."
Uh, no. I had it coming so, yeah, he did have the right.
"I deserved it though" I stated.
Understatement of the freakin' year. I should get an Oscar for being the Best Bitch.
"You deserved it? I don't think so," answered Sam. "Yes, you deserved to be punished, but not that way. There are other ways of punishment."
The belt is the favorite choice of punishment in this family. I simply scoffed at him as I looked away.
"Chris," started the Hen sympathetically, putting a wing over my shoulder. "I'm soo sorry. I don't know what got into him."
Why be sorry when I clearly was asking for it. Nobody can change my opinion on myself no matter how hard they try, one of the cons of being stubborn I guess.
"He's just pissed at me," I said. "I understand."
Sam sighed. Sometimes it was like trying to bleed a stone when it came to my stubbornness.
"Yeah, he's pissed. Still he no right to hit you like that" he insisted.
I scoffed again. It was always hard to express my opinion in this family, real hard.
"Why not?" I asked with a raised eyebrow.
Here comes the very predictable answer. I didn't need to be psychic to know what Sam was gonna say next.
"Because, we would never hit you," my brother said. "Because your our baby sister, and we love you."
God, I wanna puke. Somebody get me a bucket, quick. Shrugging his arm from shoulder, I looked away.
"I wanna be alone now" I said simply.
Man, I'm such a stubborn mule to the point its unbelievable. I felt sorry for Sam, I knew he was trying but I still could face either of my brothers not after what I did.
"Come on," said Sam. "How about just the two of us go out some where? Huh? Would you like that?"
I shrugged.
"No," I replied. "Sorry but I wanna be alone right now."
Sam sighed again. I'm just surprised he didn't go completely ape shit like the Goose.
"Whatever you say," he said, giving me a kiss on the forehead. "If you need me, I'll be right outside in the room. Okay?"
He then left, leaving me alone with my thoughts. I sat with my back against the door, letting out a heavy sigh as I ran my hands through my hair. What a day!
The following afternoon was no better. I hadn't said a word to my brothers in hours. I just sat in silence on the couch, still dressed in my pajamas whilst Sam was sitting on his bed surfing the net on his computer. Next thing I knew was the Goose sitting beside me. Oh boy, this should be interesting.
"Can we talk?" he asked.
Define talk. More like lecture if you ask me. I scooted away from him before giving him a brief glance.
"Come on," he said, practically begging. "How about we go out and I say buy you some lunch or we just go for a car ride? I may even let you drive. It's possible."
Bribery. How the mighty have fallen. Nah, ain't gonna work with me. It used to when I was a runt of a kid but I grew out of that naivety years ago. Besides, why would he give me the chance to drive his car after I stole it in order to do a little joy riding, not only that but I had sex in the backseat.
"No," was my reply. "Your both busy. I'd rather be alone."
I then made my move and ventured into the bathroom in order to hog the shower and the warm water, taking my clean clothes with me. Minutes after I had entered the shower I heard the guys leave the room. Finally, now I had peace.
My relaxing shower was then disturbed by a knock on the motel room door. Slowly, I climbed outta the shower making sure I didn't slip and break my neck. I carefully wrapped a towel around my soaking wet skin before rushing to answer the door. Before I answered I noticed something.
"Dammit, I forgot to salt the door" I cursed myself.
Setting aside my stupidity, I opened the door and there standing in the door way was Jared.
"Hey!" he grinned, leaning against the doorframe in a very casual manner, his eyes scanning over me.
He looked even more attractive than before. His dark hair was spiked and ruffled slightly, and was dressed in dark jeans and an AC/DC t-shirt. God, even his eyes turned me on.
"Oh, hello" I answered, surprised that he was standing before me, my heart fluttering with excitement.
"What?" he questioned, noticing my expression. "Not happy to see me?"
Of course I was happy, I was thrilled.
"Just surprised to see you that's all" I replied, beads of water trickled down my bare legs.
He grinned at me, still leaning against the doorframe, his demeanor was full of confidence.
"Well, you want to go somewhere with me?" he asked, his eyes scrutinizing my towel clad body. "We could go for a walk or go to a movie? Whatever you like?"
Oh God, if only that were possible. I gazed up at him with an apologetic expression.
"I can't," I answered. "I'm grounded and besides I'm in a towel."
He clearly noticed I was in a towel as his gaze repeatedly returned to it, giving him a lustful look in his flashing eyes.
"Well, we could always just hang out here for a little while," he suggested, his gaze returning to my eyes. "I can get away long before your brothers get back."
You better, else you'll be dead meat this time if my brothers catch you. I'm still shocked that they let him go away without a black eye the first time.
"Well, you gonna to invite me in?" he grinned, studying me once again with his stunning eyes.
I held the towel close to my dripping body as I allowed him inside the room. He chuckled slightly.
"If I had known you were to take a shower I would have come a little earlier," he said, giving me a sly and suggestive smile. "We could have showered together."
His tone sounded more mature compared to any other fourteen year old, he sounded a more adult than teenager. Yet that'll be the male testosterones going into overload. That's the only explanation. I grinned up at him.
"You caught me in the middle of it," I giggled. "I wasn't finished."
The way he kept staring at me, made me feel all tingly inside as his dazzling eyes bore into my soul, flashing from both deep brown to a sudden streak of bright violet.
"Well, maybe I could help you finish up" said Jared as he wandered over to me, getting closer and closer.
I giggled again, smoothing down my drenched hair with one hand whilst the other kept the towel firmly around my body.
"If you want" I replied before giving him a wink.
Something inside me knew what was coming up which made it all the more exciting. He followed me into the bathroom and after he locked the door, he began to strip. Turning the shower back on, I turned to watch him, my heart bursting with lust. Was it natural for someone my age to be expressing such romantic desires? Hell, I dunno. Once he finished, he ventured over to me, his fingers peeled the towel away from my body, letting it drop to the floor with a heavy thud.
It felt strange having him in the shower beside me, yet I couldn't deny the sensational feeling as he lathered the soap on my bare back, his body almost pressed against mine.
"You know, I wish we could do this more often" he whispered into my ear.
His hands massaged my back, gently kneading the skin as the shower rained lukewarm water down on us.
"Me too" I grinned, trying to keep the bubbling desire of lust down.
My secret lover stopped lathering, before slowly guiding me around the face him. His eyes were almost hypnotic.
"Well, maybe we can" he stated, smiling down at me.
I frowned in confusion. Our eyes locked.
"How? I already told you, I'm grounded" I said as his arms slid around my waist, pulling me into his chest.
One of his hands then cupped the side of my face, eyes shining with passion and desire.
"You could always just leave with me for good, well at least for a good little while," my lover uttered. "It could just be the two of us."
Is it possible for a fourteen year old guy to be so sexy? Apparently he thinks the same about me though I think different about myself. His suggestion sounded wonderful but it would never happen. I couldn't run away. It would destroy my brothers.
"Where would we go?" I asked, playing along with his idea.
I leaned into his hand, his thumb gently stroked my wet cheek. Our eyes never left each other.
"Anywhere you want," Jared replied. "It would just be the two of us, and I would be happy wherever I am as long as it's with you."
My hands rested on his bare chest, my heart and mind losing the ability to fight off the lustful and sexual desires. The soap was tossed away as our lips finally locked. His tongue probed inside my mouth as the shower rained down on us both, his hands traveled from my face and began gliding up and down my back. My God, this was the best feeling in the world. It got even better once he started kissing my neck. Our make out frenzy then paused.
"You love me don't you?" inquired Jared.
I slung my arms around his neck, smiling up at him, his eyes shining both brown and violet.
"Of course I do" I assured him, as our bodies pressed against each others, the shower continuing to soak us both.
"Then why won't you just run away with me?" my forbidden lover asked in a hushed voice, his hands resting on the small of my back.
God, don't ask me that impossible question. I couldn't answer that.
"I don't wanna talk about that," I told him. "Not now."
My secret lover's hands snaked up my naked back, gently massaging as he did so.
"Okay. Whatever you say," he smiled. "What do you say we go back to kissing?"
Before I had the chance to answer my voice was stolen by a breathtaking kiss, making me moan in the process.
"I love you" I found myself uttering between heart fluttering kisses.
It feels strange when you have another tongue in your mouth, which almost tries to venture down your throat. Yet in the heat of passion, you ignore the discomfort and replace it with pleasure.
"I love you too," my lover replied, kneading my back in a gentle manner with his hands. "How much do you love me?"
Seems like a pretty dumb question if you ask me. I could only give an honest answer.
"More than you'll ever know," I grinned, the smile then turned lustful as we gazed at each other intently. "So what's gonna happen now?"
It's obvious what was gonna happen now.
"Why don't we get out and dry off ," suggested Jared. "Then we could always get a little more active on one of the beds. Huh? That sound good?"
Damn, he was feisty and eager. I must be doing something right if he wants to go in for round three.
"Love the idea" I smirked.
He reached over to the shower head knob and twisted it, turning the water off. Pulling the curtain open, we slowly stepped out of the shower together.
"Sneaking around makes it more fun and dangerous" I said as I dried my hair with the towel.
"Yeah I bet it does," I heard Jared reply. "Although I bet it doesn't feel good lying to your brothers like this sometimes."
I rolled my eyes. Please don't kill the mood conscience.
"I've been told I can't lie" I said to him.
Jared smiled at me, buffering his bare torso with another towel.
"Is that so?" he said with a raised eyebrow. "Well then, we'll just simply have to find a way for you to since you can't be tellin' your brothers I was here. Now can you?"
I simply smiled back at him.
"I work in mysterious ways" I stated with a wink.
We soon finished drying off and he opened the door before scooping me up bridal style, in order to carry me over to one of the queen sized beds. The bed sheets felt cold against my bare skin as I was gently placed onto the mattress before my lover loomed on top of me, who then began kissing my neck ravenously.
"I love you so much" he declared between kisses.
"Prove it" I demanded, lust lacing my tone of voice as the kisses trialed down my collar bone.
His hands pulled at my waist as our lips crashed together once more. Man, we were probably the World's friskiest fourteen year olds.
"If you want proof I'll give it to you" remarked Jared, his eyes shining with desire, his hands caressing every inch of my body.
I giggled like some girl whenever he nibbled at my ear or neck.
"Your feisty" I remarked as my legs curled around his narrow waist, pulling him closer to me.
He kissed me on the lips again, expressing such passion that it made me funny down below.
"You know it," Jared grinned. "Anything for you."
To think over half an hour ago I was in a foul mood, and now I was in the arms of my secret boyfriend. Clearly my mood had brightened up thanks to a good make out session in the shower.
"I love you soo much babe" he said, holding the nape of my neck with one hand, whilst the other glided up and down my right thigh.
Seriously, my downstairs anatomy was going all weird with each spine tingling kiss and grope.
"You are the best" I uttered, gazing into his flashing eyes.
That was strange too. I thought his eyes were brown. Ah well, I think about that later, doesn't seem that important anyway. I wrapped my limbs around him before flipping him over onto his back.
"A little rough aren't ya," chuckled Jared, his eyes glistening with a mixture of brown and violet. "If you wanted to be on top all you had to do was ask."
My hands trialed up and down his developing abs muscles, my lips gently kissing his collar bone.
"I thought you liked rough?" I uttered between each kiss.
He laughed, running a hand through my mildly damp hair, his gorgeous eyes causing my pulse to race.
"I guess you got me there," my lover smirked. "Guilty as charged."
We continued to make out passionately, our limbs entwined and our hands groping, grabbing and stroking each part of our bodies.
My conscience was screaming at me to stop and to get control but I didn't listen.
"I hope were always together," muttered Jared as we kissed. "I love you so much."
I returned the comment by kissing him deeply, my hands holding his face whilst his slid up and down my back.
"God, I love you too" I replied, overwhelmed by hormones and sexual desire.
I grabbed hold of his head, my finger curled around his hair as he squeezed hold of my hips. It was happening again. Gazing down at him, I search for reassurance. My doubt was lifted by a nod and a smile from my secret lover.
I started to grind against him, pressing my hands onto his chest as I established the rhythm I wanted. Man, this felt awkward but after a good few seconds I lost the feelings of nervousness. The pace eventually picked up, causing moans and groans to escape from our lips. I trusted eagerly, hoping I was performing correctly and not making a fool outta myself. My head lagged back as the exhilarating sensation repeatedly entered me, which made us cry out in pleasure. Suddenly I reached orgasm, then it was over. Huh, I sure hope I did okay. So far it seems like it's the only thing I can do right.
Afterwards we lay in each others arms, grinning and in satisfaction. I was still out of breathe even as I rested my head on Jared's chest.
"That was amazing!" he exclaimed, his arm around me, his thumb stroking my bare shoulder.
"I so wish this didn't have to end," I commented, sighing. "I wish this moment could last forever."
A girl can dream right. Yet I know that this won't last forever and it was only gonna lead to more heartache on my behalf.
"So do I, babe," my lover whispered, hugging me with one arm, kissing the top of my head. "So do I."
He sniffed my hair as he continued to massage my shoulder, making me smile.
"You wanna go another round?" he asked hopefully. "Or you just wanna lay here for a while?"
Damn, he was eager. Yet deep down I probably still had enough energy to go for another vigorous round. Still, fourteen. Was he sexually repressed or just desperate for some action? And his eyes, there was something about his eyes that just dumfounded me, still it caused me great feeling whenever I stared into them, almost hypnotic.
"Do you want to?" I asked, gazing up at him.
He took hold of my hand that was resting on his chest and planted kisses on it. A lustful smile spread across his perfect lips.
"I do enjoy making love to you," he answered. "But your choice."
The words that fluttered out of his mouth simply made me melt like wax against a flame.
"I'll let you decide" I said, smiling back at him.
The grin on his face widened and his eyes shone again, expressing his delight.
"As you wish" said Jared, whispering into my ear as he climbed on top of me.
Shivering in excitement and anticipation, I could only gaze up at my lover's violet eyes.
I watched the latest episode of SPN and I can't believe what's happened to Bobby. He was a legend and it's crap that he's gone. Not only that, the end scene with the whole fake smile made me tearful. Bloody writers! *shakes fist*
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