first day on the job (John/Jo + Bill)
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tehdirtiestsockEXTREME underage. Jo is 10. theoretically consensual, haha.
Written for this prompt: Jo is out of school for summer vaction, so Bill and John decide to take her with them while hunting, so they can 'train' her. To see if she's paid attention, they allow other hunters to 'test' her on what she's learned. They also find that she comes in very handy as bait when then need to lure in a demon or frisky spirit. While the demon/spirits are busy with her they can sneak up and take care of them. Jo should be no younger then 8 no older then 13. Training should inlcude, blowjobs, handjobs, fucking, begging etc. (go as dark and dirty as you'd like)
When Jo was five, Daddy told her that she couldn't be a hunter, on account of how she was a girl. But when she turned ten and told him she'd be a hunt bunny instead, he got all weird and embarrassed. Jo didn't see why. It was the next best thing. All the girls who came through the roadhouse were hunt bunnies, and unlike Momma, who just ran the bar, they got to go all sorts of places, and even help sometimes.
Jo told Daddy what she wanted to do a long time ago, months and months. Daddy always changed the subject, but Jo kept hinting around about it. She wanted to learn what hunt bunnies did so she could be one when she grew up. She told Uncle John, because he was her favorite uncle. He treated her like a big girl, important and smart, let her sit on his lap and never made fun when she asked about his hunts. He liked to pet her hair, and she heard him tell Momma once that Jo looked so much like Mary.
He’d called her a pretty little thing but he looked kinda sad about it, and Momma told him, not until she’s older, John. Then he said girls developed young these days and Momma frowned at Jo Beth’s chest and said he was right.
Anyway, she knew Uncle John would help her convince Momma, because she was *his* favorite too.
The night before they left, Jo could hardly sleep. Uncle John convinced Momma that Jo was in the double digits and what with school out for summer, now would be a good time to let her taste the life. Joanna knew that Momma hoped she’d change her mind and work at the roadhouse forever and ever, but Jo begged and begged, and Momma had agreed.
Only if Daddy went hunting with them. But Jo didn’t mind that. The only hunter Jo loved more than Uncle John was her father.
The morning that they left, Momma almost cried. She gave Jo a big hug and sent her off to put her duffle in the truck, but Jo hid around the corner of the porch and heard her threaten Uncle John with a world of pain if he let her baby get hurt.
She also said he’d die choking on his own dick if Uncle John fucked her. “She’s not big enough for that yet,” and Momma sounded mad about that until Uncle John said, “Shit, Ellen, you think I’d hurt her? She’s like my own.” And then he winked right at the place where Jo was hiding, like he’d seen her all along. It made Jo warm and tingly inside.
Uncle John's truck was big and black and what Daddy called sexy, but it only seated two, so they could only fit if Jo sat on one of their laps. Uncle John told her how sitting on laps was what hunt bunnies did. He pushed the bench back farther from the wheel and told her to hop on up. She was all settled on his lap, astride his right leg, when Daddy swung into the cab and told John to “get a move on, before Ellen takes it back.”
Their first hunt was all the way in Oregon, which Jo thought was real exciting except they had to drive *forever*. They’d been on the road for five whole hours and Daddy’d already fallen asleep. Uncle John rubbed her belly and told her she could take a nap if she wanted to, but Jo was too excited.
She asked if they were almost there and Uncle John laughed, a deep happy rumble against Jo’s back.
“Not even close, sweetheart,” he said, and kissed the top of her head. “For a job that sounds exciting, being a hunter has its boring parts. That’s why we keep you girls around. You keep things interesting.”
Jo twisted around to look him in the eye. “I want to keep things interesting.”
Uncle John looked over at Daddy, who was starting to snore. “Well, it’s not safe to do anything real interesting while I’m driving, but you could let me play with you.”
“Play what?”
He smirked. “Not like a game, sweetheart. Well...sort of like a game, I guess. I get to touch you anywhere I want, and you let me.”
Jo thought that sounded stupid. “Why?”
“Because that’s what hunt bunnies do,” Uncle John explained. “They let hunters touch them, anywhere they want.”
“...Why?”
“Because it feels good.”
“For who?”
He grinned. “For both of us, depending. But this would feel good for you.”
“Why?”
Uncle John laughed, truck wobbling a little on the straight road. “Like when Sammy was younger. The constant questions. Now the kid just sulks and mouths off.”
“Who?”
“One of my kids. They’ll meet up with us in a couple weeks. I let em off the leash to do salt and burns on their own. Dean can handle it. Good practice for Sam.”
He frowned at the road, and went all quiet like Jo wasn’t even there. “Uncle John?”
“What?” He blinked down at her, eyes clearing. “Oh. Right. Um. Some things you can’t understand until they happen. You want me to show you?”
“Yeah.” Jo felt all funny and excited. “What do I do.”
“Well.” Uncle John shifted underneath her, legs moving closer together. He pushed a button on the dash that said Cruise, and patted her left leg. “Hook this over my other knee and scootch into my lap a little better. There’s a good girl.”
Uncle John hugged her back against his chest and sprawled his own legs back out so that Jo’s knees were far enough apart to get her in trouble with Momma. She was supposed to keep them together when she wore a dress. Jo didn’t put on girl stuff very often, but Uncle John had told her she should today, if she wanted to do the job right.
“Momma says girls shouldn’t sit like this,” Jo told him, just in case he’d forgotten. Jo wiggled her butt around, trying to get comfortable, and Uncle John grunted when she settled down.
“Well, your momma’s right for public, but sometimes hunt bunnies sit like this to do their job.” His voice was lower and he was breathing kinda funny as he petted the inside of her thighs. “Shooting up like a beanpole, kid, look at those long legs.”
“Momma says I might be tall like Daddy, not short like her. I hope I’m tall.”
“I’m sure you will be.” Uncle John took his hand away from her legs and reached across Daddy’s lap to dig a tape out of the glovebox. He popped it in the cassette player and turned it up a little. “Now relax for me, ok kiddo?”
“Uh-huh.”
For a long time, Uncle John just touched her all over like he always did when he cuddled her in his lap. It felt nice, and made her kind of sleepy, but she didn’t understand what the big deal was. He said her legs were really soft, and it kind of tickled when his fingertips ran up and down, above her knee. Up and down, and a little higher every time until they were disappearing underneath her skirt. That’s when it started feeling better.
“I’m getting kind of hot, Uncle John,” she squirmed, and she felt a little hotter when he chuckled, and brushed his fingers against her panties.
“Right here?”
Jo nodded and squirmed away from his fingers, but he kept his hand there, rubbing. “I think I have to pee,” Jo said, alarmed.
Uncle John went still, and took his hand away to press against her bladder. “Does that make it worse?”
“No, it’s...I don’t need think I need to, anymore.”
“You didn’t need to in the first place, it just felt like it. Relax for me, ok?” He kissed her temple and went back to rubbing her panties. It made Jo feel restless and warm. “That’s it, sweetheart. God, what a good girl. You’re getting all wet for me.”
“What?” Jo squeaked, embarrassed.
Uncle John’s finger slid inside her panties and felt around. “When you feel all hot and tingly, the way you do right now, you get a little damp down here, now that you’re becoming a big girl. When you’re all grown up, you’ll get real wet so I can put my penis in here.”
“Mmh.”
Uncle John had two fingers through the leg of her panties now, and was rubbing over and over against this one place that felt *amazing*. The car jerked and Uncle John grabbed her wrist, pulling it off the steering wheel.
“Hold on to me instead, ok?” He hooker her hand up around his neck, and Jo didn’t realize her Daddy’d woken up until Uncle John said, “We’re fine, Bill. She just yanked on the steering wheel.”
“Uncle John,” she complained, squirming, when his fingers went away.
He chuckled. “Take your panties off, baby, so your Dad can see what’s doing.”
Jo wriggled, Uncle John said a naughty word, and then Jo’s panties got kicked off over her Keds and landed on the floor. She grabbed on to Uncle John and not the steering wheel, just like he said, and waited impatiently til he put his hand back down there.
It felt so good. If this is what hunt bunnies did, she wanted to do it all the time.
“Jesus,” Daddy said when she started to whimper. Uncle John murmured something to him, but Jo didn’t pay attention, because he was rubbing her faster and faster. He hadn’t been lying...what he was doing felt better and better until her whole body tensed up and she felt the best thing ever.
Jo didn’t even realize how sleepy it made her until she realized that Daddy was taking her out of Uncle John’s lap.
“Ssh, there, punkin. If you fall off his lap, you’ll cause an accident.”
JoBeth let go of Uncle John’s neck and curled up against Daddy with a cranky little grumble, but she didn’t mind it when they laughed at her, because she was already asleep.
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Written for this prompt: Jo is out of school for summer vaction, so Bill and John decide to take her with them while hunting, so they can 'train' her. To see if she's paid attention, they allow other hunters to 'test' her on what she's learned. They also find that she comes in very handy as bait when then need to lure in a demon or frisky spirit. While the demon/spirits are busy with her they can sneak up and take care of them. Jo should be no younger then 8 no older then 13. Training should inlcude, blowjobs, handjobs, fucking, begging etc. (go as dark and dirty as you'd like)
When Jo was five, Daddy told her that she couldn't be a hunter, on account of how she was a girl. But when she turned ten and told him she'd be a hunt bunny instead, he got all weird and embarrassed. Jo didn't see why. It was the next best thing. All the girls who came through the roadhouse were hunt bunnies, and unlike Momma, who just ran the bar, they got to go all sorts of places, and even help sometimes.
Jo told Daddy what she wanted to do a long time ago, months and months. Daddy always changed the subject, but Jo kept hinting around about it. She wanted to learn what hunt bunnies did so she could be one when she grew up. She told Uncle John, because he was her favorite uncle. He treated her like a big girl, important and smart, let her sit on his lap and never made fun when she asked about his hunts. He liked to pet her hair, and she heard him tell Momma once that Jo looked so much like Mary.
He’d called her a pretty little thing but he looked kinda sad about it, and Momma told him, not until she’s older, John. Then he said girls developed young these days and Momma frowned at Jo Beth’s chest and said he was right.
Anyway, she knew Uncle John would help her convince Momma, because she was *his* favorite too.
The night before they left, Jo could hardly sleep. Uncle John convinced Momma that Jo was in the double digits and what with school out for summer, now would be a good time to let her taste the life. Joanna knew that Momma hoped she’d change her mind and work at the roadhouse forever and ever, but Jo begged and begged, and Momma had agreed.
Only if Daddy went hunting with them. But Jo didn’t mind that. The only hunter Jo loved more than Uncle John was her father.
The morning that they left, Momma almost cried. She gave Jo a big hug and sent her off to put her duffle in the truck, but Jo hid around the corner of the porch and heard her threaten Uncle John with a world of pain if he let her baby get hurt.
She also said he’d die choking on his own dick if Uncle John fucked her. “She’s not big enough for that yet,” and Momma sounded mad about that until Uncle John said, “Shit, Ellen, you think I’d hurt her? She’s like my own.” And then he winked right at the place where Jo was hiding, like he’d seen her all along. It made Jo warm and tingly inside.
Uncle John's truck was big and black and what Daddy called sexy, but it only seated two, so they could only fit if Jo sat on one of their laps. Uncle John told her how sitting on laps was what hunt bunnies did. He pushed the bench back farther from the wheel and told her to hop on up. She was all settled on his lap, astride his right leg, when Daddy swung into the cab and told John to “get a move on, before Ellen takes it back.”
Their first hunt was all the way in Oregon, which Jo thought was real exciting except they had to drive *forever*. They’d been on the road for five whole hours and Daddy’d already fallen asleep. Uncle John rubbed her belly and told her she could take a nap if she wanted to, but Jo was too excited.
She asked if they were almost there and Uncle John laughed, a deep happy rumble against Jo’s back.
“Not even close, sweetheart,” he said, and kissed the top of her head. “For a job that sounds exciting, being a hunter has its boring parts. That’s why we keep you girls around. You keep things interesting.”
Jo twisted around to look him in the eye. “I want to keep things interesting.”
Uncle John looked over at Daddy, who was starting to snore. “Well, it’s not safe to do anything real interesting while I’m driving, but you could let me play with you.”
“Play what?”
He smirked. “Not like a game, sweetheart. Well...sort of like a game, I guess. I get to touch you anywhere I want, and you let me.”
Jo thought that sounded stupid. “Why?”
“Because that’s what hunt bunnies do,” Uncle John explained. “They let hunters touch them, anywhere they want.”
“...Why?”
“Because it feels good.”
“For who?”
He grinned. “For both of us, depending. But this would feel good for you.”
“Why?”
Uncle John laughed, truck wobbling a little on the straight road. “Like when Sammy was younger. The constant questions. Now the kid just sulks and mouths off.”
“Who?”
“One of my kids. They’ll meet up with us in a couple weeks. I let em off the leash to do salt and burns on their own. Dean can handle it. Good practice for Sam.”
He frowned at the road, and went all quiet like Jo wasn’t even there. “Uncle John?”
“What?” He blinked down at her, eyes clearing. “Oh. Right. Um. Some things you can’t understand until they happen. You want me to show you?”
“Yeah.” Jo felt all funny and excited. “What do I do.”
“Well.” Uncle John shifted underneath her, legs moving closer together. He pushed a button on the dash that said Cruise, and patted her left leg. “Hook this over my other knee and scootch into my lap a little better. There’s a good girl.”
Uncle John hugged her back against his chest and sprawled his own legs back out so that Jo’s knees were far enough apart to get her in trouble with Momma. She was supposed to keep them together when she wore a dress. Jo didn’t put on girl stuff very often, but Uncle John had told her she should today, if she wanted to do the job right.
“Momma says girls shouldn’t sit like this,” Jo told him, just in case he’d forgotten. Jo wiggled her butt around, trying to get comfortable, and Uncle John grunted when she settled down.
“Well, your momma’s right for public, but sometimes hunt bunnies sit like this to do their job.” His voice was lower and he was breathing kinda funny as he petted the inside of her thighs. “Shooting up like a beanpole, kid, look at those long legs.”
“Momma says I might be tall like Daddy, not short like her. I hope I’m tall.”
“I’m sure you will be.” Uncle John took his hand away from her legs and reached across Daddy’s lap to dig a tape out of the glovebox. He popped it in the cassette player and turned it up a little. “Now relax for me, ok kiddo?”
“Uh-huh.”
For a long time, Uncle John just touched her all over like he always did when he cuddled her in his lap. It felt nice, and made her kind of sleepy, but she didn’t understand what the big deal was. He said her legs were really soft, and it kind of tickled when his fingertips ran up and down, above her knee. Up and down, and a little higher every time until they were disappearing underneath her skirt. That’s when it started feeling better.
“I’m getting kind of hot, Uncle John,” she squirmed, and she felt a little hotter when he chuckled, and brushed his fingers against her panties.
“Right here?”
Jo nodded and squirmed away from his fingers, but he kept his hand there, rubbing. “I think I have to pee,” Jo said, alarmed.
Uncle John went still, and took his hand away to press against her bladder. “Does that make it worse?”
“No, it’s...I don’t need think I need to, anymore.”
“You didn’t need to in the first place, it just felt like it. Relax for me, ok?” He kissed her temple and went back to rubbing her panties. It made Jo feel restless and warm. “That’s it, sweetheart. God, what a good girl. You’re getting all wet for me.”
“What?” Jo squeaked, embarrassed.
Uncle John’s finger slid inside her panties and felt around. “When you feel all hot and tingly, the way you do right now, you get a little damp down here, now that you’re becoming a big girl. When you’re all grown up, you’ll get real wet so I can put my penis in here.”
“Mmh.”
Uncle John had two fingers through the leg of her panties now, and was rubbing over and over against this one place that felt *amazing*. The car jerked and Uncle John grabbed her wrist, pulling it off the steering wheel.
“Hold on to me instead, ok?” He hooker her hand up around his neck, and Jo didn’t realize her Daddy’d woken up until Uncle John said, “We’re fine, Bill. She just yanked on the steering wheel.”
“Uncle John,” she complained, squirming, when his fingers went away.
He chuckled. “Take your panties off, baby, so your Dad can see what’s doing.”
Jo wriggled, Uncle John said a naughty word, and then Jo’s panties got kicked off over her Keds and landed on the floor. She grabbed on to Uncle John and not the steering wheel, just like he said, and waited impatiently til he put his hand back down there.
It felt so good. If this is what hunt bunnies did, she wanted to do it all the time.
“Jesus,” Daddy said when she started to whimper. Uncle John murmured something to him, but Jo didn’t pay attention, because he was rubbing her faster and faster. He hadn’t been lying...what he was doing felt better and better until her whole body tensed up and she felt the best thing ever.
Jo didn’t even realize how sleepy it made her until she realized that Daddy was taking her out of Uncle John’s lap.
“Ssh, there, punkin. If you fall off his lap, you’ll cause an accident.”
JoBeth let go of Uncle John’s neck and curled up against Daddy with a cranky little grumble, but she didn’t mind it when they laughed at her, because she was already asleep.
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Date: 2010-06-03 08:13 pm (UTC)btw Thankyou!! For writting this!
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Date: 2010-06-06 02:20 pm (UTC)I'm thinking they uh...keep it in the family *cough* and the other hunters John and Bill share her with are Sam and Dean. who are like...18 and 14. y/y? hahaha
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