Brothers to love me

Chapter:7 After party

Bea’s p.o.v

The ride home was awkward I didn’t hear my phone at all it must have died, I was so caught up in conversation I didn’t even think about the time, luckily, I didn’t drink or smoke too much I was hoping to get some body spray, gum and sober up a bit before the boys came to pick me up but I guess that’s far out the window now. We reach the house and I get out slowly trying not to sway or trip in my boots I can’t wait to get them off actually my feet are now starting to hurt, Owen takes my arm as he did before escorting me through the garage in to the house I stop at the entrance causing him to look at me questioning my actions to which I simply say “boots” I begin to bend over unlacing them, it’s quite a task when sober so you can only imagine the struggle I’m having “let me help” he drops to his knees in front of me picking up my boots undoing them one by one so gently however I can tell he is mad at me, he didn’t try to speak in the car, no music, his jaw is so tight together I’m surprised I didn’t, hear his teeth grinding together in frustration. If he is this bad what will his big brother be like? With that in mind I hear him “BEA!” here we go I’m going to get shouted at, must be the alcohol talking but, bring it on I’m in the mood to fight now. Looking up at him towering over my tiny frame now bootless, perhaps I should have left them on to talk with him a feel so small around him most of the time but now as he is so close to me, I feel the heat from his skin radiate off him its more than a little intimidating. “Perhaps we should move this conversation to the living room brother” Owen chirps in after pulling the boots off my feet. We all head to the living room when I suddenly think the stairs are a better option The adjusting course causes Jake to step in front stopping me in my tracks grabbing my arm and guiding me to the sofa. “Brother, where did you find her?” oh great “drinking, smoking, and sitting with some dudes jacket over her while she let him touch her!” well that was far too detailed a description even if it is accurate. Jake begins pacing the room running his hands through his hair, I grow bord and bold “my phone died” he stops pacing to look at me “and you think that’s a good enough excuse for you breaking the rules?” I roll my eyes and rummage my bag feeling around for my phone “don’t you dare roll your eyes at me Beatrix! What the hell do you have in this giant bag anyway more smokes?” he grab’s my bag and tips the contents out on the floor for all to see revealing everything a teenage girl has in her bag, tampons, make up, purse, phone, piercing gun in a box, small pile of cash and lots of empty plastic baggies. Ok this looks bad.

Jake’s p.o.v

The contents of that bag shocked the hell out of me! staring at the pile of stuff on the living room floor thinking of what to say… I was mad at her before but now I am beyond livid. cash? Baggies? Is she a drug dealer? “Bea what the hell is this?” she says nothing “BEA!” I shout stepping closer to her, still nothing. deciding to defer to Owen for his slightly softer demeanor “brother what does this look like to you?” I begin pacing again trying to calm myself down knowing that if I unleash my rage on her there will be no getting her to talk to me again let alone get her to be a girlfriend to us. “it looks like Trixie here is selling drugs” “my thoughts exactly brother, I will call mom and dad in the morning to come home and sort this out” he nods in agreement “wait…” she finally opens her pretty little mouth “don’t do that, I’m not selling drugs” “then explain this immediately Bea and it better be good!” she kneels on the floor picking up a small box opening it up to reveal some kind of gun and a few plastic covered needles “what the hell is that Bea?” she takes a deep breath and looks strait into my eyes “it is a piercing gun, it’s what I do at parties its good practice and easy money” she stands up strait her current circumstances seem to have been briefly forgotten by her as she steps toe to toe with me challenging me almost. “I don’t do drugs” “oh really... because you broke 2 out of 4 rules that we know of perhaps one of those smokes were made with some home grown, it certainly smells like it from the stench off that sweater” our eyes have not broken contact until she pulls down the zip on that god awful oversized sweater dropping it to the ground, revealing that heaving chest and feminine curves I can’t help but look her up and down licking my lips “better?” she is getting bold I will give her that. “And what about rule 4 Trixie, did you break that too?” Owen steps close to us creating a triangle of anger and s****l tension multiplying every second. “That is none of your business! In fact nothing I do is any of your business you are not my brothers or even really my cousins so just leave me alone!” not going to happen “answer the question Trixie, did you f**k that guy tonight?” Owens jealousy seeing another guy touch her is coming out, we are getting off topic, she is breaking the rules and doing some bad things. “You are right Bea we are not your brothers or your cousins, however you are in our care until our parents get back, so we are in charge! we make the rules, you follow them, you break them we punish you!” her stance has not faltered an inch she is still in a defensive posture toward us in silence awaiting the next move “now then. you knew the rules and broke them and just so you know from now on you will not be going around poking holes in other teens!” “I will do what I want to, poke holes, drink, smoke and f**k! I don’t care so nether should you.” And snap! that is the last straw, I grab her by both arms hard making her struggle against me as I am leading her toward the sofa she manages to brake one arm free and connects her palm with my cheek, it’s a hard slap making us all still from the sudden move “you slap me I slap you” she gulps hard instantly registering my threat “brother take off her pants” Owen moves quickly before she can even think of trying to stop him, not that she could as I am holding pretty tight on her wrists now. “What are you d…doing?” a slight chance she might be afraid of what we could do to her. “Let me explain what is going to happen next Bea… we are going to ask you some questions about tonight, you will answer honestly, or your punishment will be worse, do you understand?” she nods “did you use any drugs tonight” “no, I told you already I don’t do drugs!” alright “did you have s*x tonight?” “no” “if Owen had not picked you up would you have had s*x with that guy?” she looks at Owen then me before saying “no” she is still scared of what’s going to happen so I can tell she’s telling the truth and I’m going to push my luck “is that because you are a virgin?” “yes” almost comes out as a whisper “thank you for being honest Bea your punishment will be a reflection of it, now listen carefully for every rule you broke you get 10 slaps to your behind You will count after each one or we add another hit. you will then apologise to us both after that we need not speak of this night again, do you understand?” “yes” I sit on the sofa pulling her on top of my lap my hands still tight around her wrists, front down, bottoms up and what a sight it is… a beautiful, rounded arse with pale skin ready to be slapped. The top she’s wearing goes all the way down into a thong between those perky cheeks, ‘I’ll bet it has poppers next to her p***y f**k I am so hard “Owen, you go first as you had to be the one to go fetch are naughty little girl” my brother wasted no time in dropping to his knees in front of us admiring the view for himself licking his lips in anticipation. Smack! Her body jolts against me from the first blow “count!” I instructed just in case she forgot she does so one by one as he slaps her cheeks alternatively. I watch enjoying every second as her body reacts to it, her voice strained, breathing laboured, skin pink, heat pooling in her abdomen and the wetness growing from her p***y dampening that thong straight through to my sweatpants. “10!” oh goodie my turn. Owen takes a hold of her hands leaving both mine free so i can grab as I strike, my hands are not like my little brothers, his are slimmer hitting with a sting, mine are bigger, wider, hit like a paddle… smack! A broad smile crosses my face seeing her already pink arse turn darker, I hold onto her hip sliding my thumb across her silky skin briefly before the next hit, she is sobbing by my third slap, and I chose to rub her cheeks before the next one. I could stop, I probably should but I won’t. Lessons need to be learned and I am enjoying myself too much! Next I slide my hand down the back of her thigh and grip harshly onto it feeling her slick pooling there as i deliver three hard quick smack in rapid succession to one cheek making her arch her back in pain once she relaxes a bit I do the same to the other side one hit left better make it count, I hit the base of her arse meeting her thigh knowing slapping this spot can make a girl gush in the right situation, makes there p***y clench so tight. “20!” Owen releases her hands an I lean back on the sofa for her to slide off on to the floor catching her breath before I hold on her upper arm pulling her to her feet “I suggest you go finish yourself off, shower and sleep, I will take my apology in the morning” Bea doesn’t look at ether of us before practically running upstairs covering herself as much as possible without her pants on. “Jake, that was intense” I chuckle at my brother’s obvious statement “yeah it was but she needs some tough loving and who better to dish it out then us” we take a seat on the sofa going over how good it felt to touch Bea, have her whimper because of us. “Brother did you cut yourself while I was getting Trixie?” “No, why do ask?” “Because you have blood on your sweatpants!” I look down at the pale grey fabric seeing a large red stain on my upper thigh realising quickly that it’s not mine but must be from Bea when I had her over my knees only moments ago “s**t, it's Bea, she’s hurt!” we both bolt upstairs to Bea’s room barging in without knocking to see the most amazing sight… she is lying in bed, bra on show, eyes closed, panting, pleasuring herself she is just over the edge as we walked in, perfect timing to see her fall apart before our eyes…

Bea’s p.o.v

My body is on fire, my face is a mess, eyes nose and throat saw from crying, my tummy hurts from the new piercing, and I am so f*****g wet between my legs its dripping down my thigh’s. As soon as I step into my room, I strip down to just a bra hop into bed and take Jakes advice in finishing myself off, why did that turn me on so much it was painful, perverted and so good. It does not take me long at all touching my p***y, stroking hard, fast, frantic almost, I had to. A pleasant slow fondle was not going to do the trick tonight I need it hard like their hands on my arse. I plunge my finger in that dripping wet cavern over and over and over again caressing the walls feeling the heat increase, my mussels tighten to the point where nothing, but pleasure radiates my body from head to toe, pulsing, tingling, consuming all my senses. It’s not until I flicker my eyes open, I realise I am not alone. “What the Hell are you doing in my room? get out!” I scream covering myself up the brothers just stand a few feet away from my bed staring at me jaws dropped. “We came because your hurt” Jake’s brought back to his senses enough to speak “well that’s what usually happens when someone gets spanked 20 times, it hurts!” Owen chuckles “you obviously enjoyed it as much as we did” “get out of my room!” I say with as much ferocity as I can muster “we are not going anywhere until we see where you’re bleeding from Bea so ether you show us or Owen’s going to pin you down while I look for myself!” I gulp hard knowing he is serious “fine” I lower the sheets and lay back as they approach my bed hovering over observing my newly pierced and very saw belly button. “s**t Trixie did you do this yourself?” I nod “Bea this looks ripped almost completely out, you should have said something!” “I’m a big girl I can’t take the pain” “Trixie, Jake’s right, we would have stopped” he looks at me with sad eyes before I pull the sheets back over me. “I will get the medical kit it needs treating before you get an infection” Jake walks out my room while Owen steps in my closet and starts rummaging through things. I am too tired and hurt at this point to ask why. He comes back with a bathrobe, towel, and extra-long t shirt I use to sleep in, showing me then taking them in my bathroom where I hear the shower turn on. Why is he doing all this? I can do it myself once they leave me alone that is, I am not walking around in nothing but my bra while they are around. “Bea, I am ging to cover the tearing with a patch while you take a shower then I will sort it out after, alright” I didn’t even see him come back in the room my eyes are so droopy, I let him do what he said with my belly and Owen returns with the bathrobe holding it open for me they both turn their heads away. a silent signal giving me the privacy to stand up. I put the robe on and make my way toward a much-needed shower “do you want a hand?” I ignore the flirtatious question from Owen as I slam the door. I take a nice shower washing off the nights events when I return to my room both brothers are waiting. I am too tired to argue with them at this point and simply let Jake cover my belly button with Owen watching “roll over and pull your shirt up” he has got to be kidding “Owen has some lotion for your bottom unless you don’t want to sit down tomorrow?” I say nothing and do as I am told; I cannot believe I am letting these two guys touch me! It feels good and soothing. Soon I drift off to sleep.