Guilty pleasures

chapter eight

Chapter eight

Sexual scene ahead!!!

I looked around not knowing where the hell I was. Everything was black except a red king sized bed in the middle of the room.  "Dean?" I hollered looking around for him. "No it's me." A familiar voice called from behind me. I turned around so fast I almost got whip lash. Sam was staring at me with pain and another emotion I had never seen before.

"What do you want? Where the hell am I?!"  I yelled getting mad. He smirked at me his eyes flashing red. "Were in your head? This is all a dream, being supernatural really has its advantages. I needed to see you without Dean around."

I glared at him the whole time he talked trying to get him to shut up, so I could figure a way to wake up.

"Forget it, the only way your waking up is if I allow you too." I felt fear bubble up inside me. He is a monster, that could kill me easily. Especially since I didn't have a weapon on me. "Sam get me out of here now!" He laughed and walked towards me like I was prey and he was the predator. "No I don't think I will. Your mine and since you have a problem believing me, I'm going to prove that your mine." I took a step back and came in contact with the bed. "S-Sam what are you doing?" I stuttered. He snapped his fingers and I was naked. I shrieked and quickly covered myself as best I could. "P-Please don't." I begged as he roughly pushed me down on the bed and forced my legs to spread open. His rough fingers brushed up against my entrance. He ignored my pleas for him to stop and slowly put a finger inside me. I wiggled around trying to get away but Sam must have noticed because he snapped his fingers and I was hand cuffed to the bed post. He took off his shirt and smirked at my fearful expression. He pushed his jeans off and climbed over me. His hand stroking the little bundle of nerves between my legs. "Sam no, please!!"

I begged . He smirked and grabbed the tip of his huge cock and teased me slowly, rubbing it up and down my  wet pussy. I whimpered as his tip slightly pushed in causing a burning pain between my legs. Then all of a sudden I jerked up awake. Dean was still asleep and was slightly snoring. I bit my lip and curled up against him and cried.

I felt like a dirty whore for enjoying the way Sam had touched me.

I some how managed to cry myself back to sleep that night. Because when I woke up Dean had carried me to the car and was driving down the street singing along to highway to hell. That song reminded me of what was going on with our family.

We were on the highway to hell and there was no turn arounds or stop signs to help us. This was how it was going to be from now on and we couldn't change it.