Allison 1

When things happen they seem to be unexpected at times. You go through life not even thinking about your future and what may lie ahead for you and those around you, especially when you’re young and just a dumb teenager as it were. Sometimes you go through life never knowing if you ever made an impact on someone’s life or not, good or bad. I’m not sure if it’s because you’re too young to notice, or if it’s because you just don’t care about it at the time. I learned at an early age that yeah, there are things that you say and do that will either produce negativity, or positivity. There is a song from one of my all time favorite reggae bands out of Hawaii, that comes to mind, it’s called Power In The Words. When that song was written, there had to be some inspiration behind it, because I have personally seen how it has affected me and others around me. You also need to remember that what goes around comes around. My parents both had a very difficult time understanding that, in fact, they were some of the very few people out there that don’t think that their actions and words have consequences at all. They never once thought that how they treated their kids would affect us in any way. They just expected us to live a certain way, the way they wanted us to.

Later in my life something happened to me that shouldn’t have. It was something that I could very easily have gone to jail for. It was illegal, and it was just plain gross, incredibly disgusting, it was so so wrong on so many many levels. But at the same time, it was by far the most amazing, kinkiest, sexiest, and I dare say was the most beautiful thing that had ever happened to me. It was unexpected and I never thought in a million years that it would, and oh my god, I do not regret it at all. In fact, I am still doing this disgusting thing to this day. I can’t blame my parents at all for what happened at all, but I would like to think that what I went through growing up did have something to do with what happened. Let me explain. My parents were incredibly incredibly religious. As a result I and my brother and three sisters were as well. My name is Jacob, I prefer to go by jake. My sister who was one year younger than I was is Jennifer, my brother under her was named Joseph. Mary was under him, or younger, and then my baby sister Allison. We were labeled goodie goodie and so many other things. No one at school wanted much to do with us for fear of being judged. Their fear of being judged and being stabbed in the back was justified when it came to two of my sisters my brother and parents. The thing that sucked was that I was not like that and I never was, but because of my family, I was branded in the same category as they were. As a result of that it was extremely difficult to even try to get a date. From the outside, our family looked like the “perfect” family. We all looked like one happy family, but it’s what people didn’t see that still bothers me today, and is the reason that I just stopped talking to a vast majority of my family members at all. Today, some say that I was mentally abused in a very big way, and some can’t figure out how I lasted as long as I did. It was simple, it was very very normal for me, I was use to it.

To get a better understanding, I have to take you back to my younger years. I was the eldest child, so as a result I was constantly used as an example for my siblings. If I made a simple mistake, I was always placed in front of them and ridiculed. Now punishment was very different in our family. Instead of beatings or time outs, our parents made us work out for hours in the gym we had in our basement. It has everything you could think of. So as you can imagine, I spent a hell of a lot of time in the gym. He would have me weight train for two hours and do cardio and aesthetics for another two hours. Like I said, no matter what I did, it was always the wrong thing. I spent an average of four to five hours in the gym three sometimes four times a week. As you might be able to tell, my body had changed when I started middle school. I had a very profound set of washboard abs and I was really ripped. Here is the thing, their idea of punishing me started to back fire on them, or at least as far as I was concerned, I really started to love working out. I loved it because my body was so fit and ripped. I loved how I was starting to look, and now I wanted more. Sadly, I started to get into trouble on purpose just so I could work out.

When I started high school, I had gotten bigger. I wanted to play football because I loved the sport. My parents took me in for my physical and that’s when I was told that I only had 3 percent body fat. I was excited as hell about the fact that I was so healthy, but my parents didn’t give a damn. After the physical, I was taken home and placed in front of my siblings. I was feeling really good about myself until my parents ripped me apart for wanting to play football, sighting that I was putting god and family last, so I never got to play football. One day I sneezed at the table and I had to work out for four hours. I sneezed for crying out loud and I was getting punished for it. A week and a half later, dad caught me masturbating and holy crap did the shit hit the fan. An emergency family meeting was called and I was ripped up one side and down the other, for two hours. They humiliated me by making me tell them what I was doing and I had to go into detail on what I was thinking and everything. I was mortified and my siblings gave me a look of absolute disgust. That Sunday, I was taken to church leaders and everything. After that, I was forced to work out Monday through Saturday for four hours, for two months straight. When I got that punishment, I had one hell of a time trying to act as though I was not happy about it. It took everything I had to keep from showing my extreme excitement.

So between work, I had a job now, school, and home work, I stayed pretty damn busy. The only problem, in their minds, was that I had to get up at 4am every morning to get my four hours in, so I would work out from 4 to 7am every morning and one hour every evening, for two whole months. You have no idea how much I was loving it. I worked every single muscle I had so that I was even I guess you can say. I always woke up excited and went to the weight room with a smile. Every time the door opened I had to force the smile off of my face and pretend to be pissed off. After the two months had passed, I was bummed. I wanted more so I would sneak in a quick work out at the high school gym. One day I was late getting home and was punished with more gym time. I spent more time in that gym than anyone in that family. My parents didn’t work out much, and they had put the fear of god into my siblings so they didn’t get into much trouble at all. They absolutely hated working out, to them it sucked really bad so they did everything they were told to do in order to avoid the gym.

Running five miles was part of the workout also. It had gotten to the point that it was easy for me. The problem was that I would run without my shirt during the summer. I didn’t think anything about it until I was called on the carpet. Apparently I had a lot of girls that were “lusting after me” and it was somehow my fault. I never heard anything the girls said or saw how they looked at me, but apparently it was bad enough that my siblings were lectured for two hours on how to be modest, with me sitting right in front of them. So because I ran with shorts and no shirt, I was punished again. This time, four months, Monday through Saturday workouts. On Saturdays, I had to do two four hour sessions since we weren’t allowed to so much as read a book on Sundays. Unless I had to work, then it was only 2 hours. Again, I had a hell of a time holding my excitement in. After that time was up, I got to have a little break, but I had to work out or I was going to go nuts. So I worked out in the gym at school. I was a sophomore in high school and I had a sister that was a freshman. On the last day of school, I was walking down the hall, surrounded by some of the popular girls who also happened to be friends of my sister Jennifer. That I wasn’t aware of until later. I didn’t know that my sister was watching as they all pulled my shirt up and touched my wash board abs.

“My god, you have a really really hot body.” One girl said.

“I never knew you worked out, how much do you work out?” Another asked.

“A lot.” I said as they lifted my shirt more.

“Oh wow, wow Jake, I wish I new you had this yummy yummy body.” The first one said.

“I wanna touch, can I touch?” The second asked.

“Uuuuuuh, sure go ahead.” I replied.

The next thing I knew was that I had four hands all over my abs and chest area. All of the girls started to breath hard as they examined me closely.

“Wow, look at this yummy v.” The first one said as she traced the v that went into my pants.

“You’re really really hot.” The second one said after looking down.

“Thanks.” I said.

“So do you have a girlfriend?” The first one asked.

“No I don’t.” I said as I started to relax a little.

“Too bad, maybe we can go out.” The first one said.

“I’d love to see you without this shirt.” She said as the girls let go of my shirt and took their hands off of me.

They stood around and flirted with me like crazy for the next few minutes. After that we all went our separate ways, and I could swear that I saw them meet up with my sister Jennifer. I wasn’t sure but I was way to flattered to really pay attention to that. I couldn’t believe what just happened. I’d never gotten any attention from a girl before and now all of a sudden I had four girls wanting to see me with no shirt. I just smiled and nodded my head and went to the bus. I sat next to my sister who decided that I didn’t exist, and I couldn’t figure out why. When I got home, I found out that Jennifer had seen the entire encounter. Dad was an orthopedic surgeon and was in surgery so he wasn’t home yet. She told mom and I was sent to my room to think about what happened. I was called a fornicator and a sinner for what happened, and I didn’t even initiate the encounter. I went down stairs and mom gave me a plate of food and sent me back to my room to eat. After a while I heard a little knock at my door and it opened. There stood my baby sister Allison, she had this worried look on her face as she snuck in and closed my door as quietly as she could.

“I need to tell you something.” She said quietly as she came up to me.

“Ok.” I said.

“Everybody set you up.” She said.

“What do you mean they set me up?” I asked.

“They really don’t like you for some reason. They have all been meeting and trying to figure out how to get you into trouble, so they all planned all of this.” She said.

“How do you know?” I asked.

“Because I was there when they planned it, they have been planning it for a long time. It’s all they have been taking about for a while. Those girls are Jennifer’s friends.” She replied.

“You don’t hate me too do you?” I asked.

“No I don’t Jake, if anything I feel sorry for you. I don’t know why everyone hates you so much. They always talk really bad about you, they say that they think you’re possessed and that you’re evil. I tried to stop them from doing this to you but they wouldn’t listen.” She said.

“Come here.” I said as I hugged her. “It’s not your fault hun. Thank you for sticking up for me, you don’t know what that means to me.” I said.

“Why do they hate you?” She asked as we hugged.

“I don’t know, I really don’t know.” I replied.

“I’m going to tell mom and dad the truth so you don’t get punished again.” She said.

“Look at me.” I said as we let go and I looked into her eyes wiping her tears away with my thumbs as I did. “Don’t, please don’t. I don’t want them to turn on you too. You and I both know that they will.” I pleaded softly.

“They need to know the truth.” She said.

“I know hun, they do, but please don’t. I do not want to see you go through any of this. Promise me you won’t.” I pleaded again.

“I don’t want you to get into trouble again.” She said.

“I know, but I would rather get punished than for you to have to go though any of this.” I said.

“Fine, I promise I won’t if you promise to not tell them I told you.” She said.

“Deal.” I said as I hugged her again.

She broke away and kissed my cheek before she grabbed my dirty dishes and walked out. I sat there fuming like crazy, I was absolutely pissed and very hurt to know that my other siblings set me up like they did. I never did a thing to harm any of them, if anything I protected them. I sat there and stewed over it and it actually got to me. Just then Jennifer came bouncing in with a smile.

“Get out.” I said sternly.

“I wanted to talk about what happened today.” She said giddily.

“I have no interest in anything you have to say at all, now get out now.” I said,

“You’re just mad because you got caught.” She said with a huge grin.

“No I’m not, I’m mad because you set me up. You didn’t think I saw them come straight to you after they did that did you?” I asked as her smile disappeared.

“Apparently you didn’t.” I said.

“You’re right, I did set you up. But who do you really think they’re going to believe, me, or you?” She asked.

“Why do you guys hate me?” I asked.

“We don’t hate you Jake.” She said.

“Hmmm, then why go through all of this trouble to set me up and get me in trouble?” I asked.

“This conversation is over.” She said angrily.

“That’s what I thought.” I said as she walked out of my room.

Later that evening, dad came home and I knew what was coming. It took a while, because what I didn’t know was that he was having a meeting with everyone but me. As I sat there I realized something. My parents had been brain washing all of my siblings into hating me. Now wether they realized that they were doing that is yet to be determined, but it was all I could come up with. They punished me for every little wrong thing I had ever done. They used me as an example to teach my siblings lessons on how not to be wether I had any control of any situation or not. The more I thought about it the more I realized how true that was. They treated me like an unwanted guest in their home more and more as the years passed by. All they knew at this point was that I was one huge fuck up. That I was a degenerate, and that I was evil because all I ever did were evil things. Scripture was used with every lesson that I was used to teach. All they ever saw was how I screwed up, and heard scriptures that my parents read that talked about how I would be judged and punished on judgement day. The only person that saw through all of that was my youngest sister, or at least she was starting to open her eyes and realize what was really going on. Now I needed to figure out why they thought that I was so evil, and why they had brain washed my siblings to think the same thing. As I sat there thinking about that, my brother came up to get me. He walked behind me as though I was a prisoner as we went down to the family room. Everyone was sitting in there looking at me. My youngest sister was crying as I walked in and sat in the chair of shame.

“What happened today?” Dad asked forcefully.

“I had two girls come up to me and start touching me.” I said.

“Did you like it?” He asked.

“No, I was shocked.” I replied.

“Have you ever had sex?” Mom asked.

“No I haven’t.” I replied.

“You’re a liar.” Dad said.

“No sir, I’m not lying.” I said.

“Then explain to me what it was that Jennifer saw.” He said.

“The girls came up to me and started touching me.” I replied.

“You’re lying again.” Mom said.

“Jennifer said that she saw you under the bleachers with those girls and you were doing things with them, you were fornicating with them.” Dad said angrily.

“She is lying.” I said.

“No she isn’t, you are, now did you have sex with them?” He asked.

“No I didn’t.” I replied as I looked at Jennifer who was smiling.

“Why would you lie like that?” I asked.

“Shut your mouth, you no longer have the right to speak.