I guess you could say I’m trying to be a good girl…One Friday afternoon and I’m getting home from high school early cause I ditched 6th period c...use there’s a sub and I didn’t do my homework anyway. As I walk in I can hear my Daddy talking to a buddy and I think to myself, shit what the fuck is he doing home this early? I try not to make a sound and sneak up stairs but the god dam bottom step creaks and I always forget to skip that step. My Daddy yells out “Princess you’re home a little early. He made a sign with his hand and then started to slowly walk away, i had no clue what to do but quick packed my lupe and dildo away and followed him, i just could make him out walking towards the single video boothes with a gloryhole in the middle. He went in the first booth and closed the door and quickly went into the joining booth and locked the door, still no idea how things would go from now, the situation aroused me extremely, my hard cock standing out at the side of the white lace string. ” Sam cleared his throat, assessing his brothers mood. He wasn’t sure if Dean was angry, happy, or secretly pleased. “It just kinda happened. I didn’t plan it Dean, I promise.” “Yeah, right. Sam, we discussed this before. You shoulda stopped, restrained yourself, for Christ’s sake.” His admonishment struck Sam in the solar plexus, forcing the air violently from his throat. He recoiled, feeling the heated fingers of his anger rising quickly to his larynx, tearing, ripping, pulling at him. “Dude.. Eve asked if I was serious about the craft and I admitted it was probably a reaction to having religion pushed at me by parents and school. Eve said something surprising, that she had reacted against the craft because her mother had pushed it at her. I had never met anyone whose parents had been in. We talked about what had happened the night before. I let her read what I had written. Eve told me how she had lost her virginity but I made a promise not to tell anyone or write it down. I must be.