Ok so heres another one for ya'll let me know what you think. should i continue ideas??
We both knew it was wrong but I couldn't control my self and I didn't make it easy for him to either.
"Kimberley put some close on." John said covering his eyes with one hand.
"What's the matter John do I make you uncomfortable?" I asked standing there holding my silk robe open revealing my dark purple lingerie.
He moved a finger so he could peak through and look at me. "Yes. Now put on some goddamn clothes. If your brother catches us we're both dead."
"Awww little John Cena is scared." I teased moving over and planting myself in his lap.
"I'm not scared of anything."
"Then prove it." I said pushing him back onto the bed straddling him.
He shoved me off and I hit the floor.
"Come on Johnny don't fight it, I know you want me trust me I could tell." I told him winking.
"Why is everything a fucking game with you Orton's."
"This isn't a game John…unless you want it to be."
"See, there you go again." He said jumping up off the bed.
"What?"
"I swear you have the same sex drive as your brother."
"Is that a bad thing?" I asked wrapping my arms around his neck.
"Your jailbait."
"Hey I'm almost 18."
"Almost doesn't count."
He got up to leave and I raced him to the door locking it.
"I'll never tell." I whispered to him.
"You won't have to." He said removing the deadbolt and exiting the room.
It was the same tired old routine. Randy would be busy and ask John to watch me for a while, he would always say no but some how would get talked into it. He would come here and try and stay normal but I always pull something, and I'm going to keep pulling stuff until he gives it to me.
How'd I end up on the road you ask? Simple mom and pops don't have the nerves to handle me anymore; I've been kicked out of every high school they put me in. My grades are fine but I'll always get in a fight or something, it's just what I do I've been acting out for as long as I can remember. I need to get attention somehow. Having a celebrity for a brother isn't all it's cracked up to be.
I slipped off my robe and eased myself into the tub. I just wanted John to like me, most of this shit was an act but that's all I know how to do…act out.
John pov
I stayed there behind the door for the longest time just listening. Part of me wanted her to fight me on this and come after me because as much as I knew it was wrong I wanted her as much as she wanted me maybe, more. She didn't make it easy either, strutting around in panties and throwing her self at me, literally throwing herself at me. I don't know how much more of this I can take.
I took off down the hall to my own room, I needed a cold shower and quickly. I didn't want have to explain to Orton how I got a chubby hanging out with his sister.