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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      F/M
  Fandom:
      Supernatural
  Relationship:
      Benny_Lafitte/Dean_Winchester
  Character:
      Benny_Lafitte, Dean_Winchester, John_Winchester, Mary_Winchester, Sam
      Winchester
  Additional Tags:
      Extremely_Underage, Gender_or_Sex_Swap, Age_Difference, Size_Difference,
      Oral_Sex, Vaginal_Fingering, Virgin_Dean, Female_Dean, Sexual_Tension,
      Teasing, Curious_Dean, Brat_Dean
  Collections:
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      Published: 2016-05-18 Words: 4316
****** Pretty Little Girl ******
by GreenEyes-LovePies_(None_of_your_fucking_business)
Summary
     She was perfect little doll in a Sunday dress. Tiny pink and gold
     perfection with big green eyes and a smatter of freckles. She was so
     clean, so pure, and so completely wrong for him.
     Fill for SPNkinkbingo.
Notes
See the end of the work for notes
Benny had been working at the Singer Salvage and Auto Shop since he arrived in
town eight months ago. The gruff owner, Bobby had taken one look at Benny’s
burly frame and beefy arms and had proclaimed him hired. Benny’s easygoing
nature and dedicated work ethic had kept him the job and won over Bobby’s even
surlier partner, John Winchester. The two older men were happy to let Benny
take over the jobs that were more physically demanding while they focused on
rebuilding classic cars for a premium price.
A couple months after Benny was hired, John’s icy exterior thawed out enough to
invite Benny over for Sunday dinner with his family. After scrubbing off as
much of the motor oil that he could and throwing on a fresh button down shirt,
Benny headed over to the Winchester house.
Mary Winchester, sweetly slim and beautifully blonde, met him at the door with
a tiny brunette baby girl on her hip. “You must be Benny!” She greeted with a
laugh, “I’m Mary and this here is Samantha.” She hitched the baby higher up on
her hip with a bright smile.
“Pleased to meet ya, Mrs. Winchester.” Benny dipped his head at the baby, “And
you too, Miss Sammy.”
“Only family gets to call her Sammy,” piped a child’s voice from the hallway.
She was the prettiest little thing Benny had ever seen. He felt it like a blow
to the stomach, this raw burning attraction that was awfully, horribly wrong.
Benny had a healthy appreciation for sex and got plenty of it. He had never
been drawn to a child before. He had never seen a child like her before.
Her skin sparkled like gold dust in the light of the late afternoon sun
streaming through the open door and caught on the waves of her honey colored
hair, turning it into a shimmering halo around a face so perfect that God or
the Devil must have lovingly crafted it by hand. Big green eyes sparkled with
mirth and intelligence while her ripe, pink mouth smirked up at him. Benny felt
his throat go dry and his pants grow tight.
“Deanna, don’t be rude!” Mary shot her oldest daughter a look from over her
shoulder before turning back to Benny. “Sorry about that, she’s going through a
phase.”
Deanna opened her mouth to retort before she was swept up into Bobby’s arms
with a squeak of surprise that turned into a shrieking giggle. “I hate to break
it to you, Mary but De’s not going through a ‘phase’, she’s always this
ornery.”
“Uncle Bobby!!” Deanna tried to whine through her giggles. “I’m not orn-er-
ree!”
Sighing, Mary stepped back to allow Benny fully into the house. “I guess
Bobby’s right, she’s got her Daddy’s feisty temperament.”
Recovering slightly, Benny sent her a charming smile, “No disrespect intended,
ma’am but from John has told me, you have a mighty fine temper too.”
“That’s true too,” Mary laughed. “God help us all!”
                                      ***
Beer in hand, Benny settled onto the couch next to Bobby. John was sprawled out
in a well-loved recliner with his feet up, eyes not leaving the ballgame on the
screen even as he caught the can of beer Benny tossed at him.
“Thanks, Benny.”
“No problem, brother.”
“He’s not your brother,” came that sweet, clear voice that he already knew
would haunt him in his dreams. All three men turned to look as Deanna strolled
into the room and threw herself onto the couch between Bobby and Benny. Peering
up into Benny’s face, she continued, “Daddy doesn’t have any brothers. Not even
Uncle Bobby, we just call him Uncle because he’s been Daddy’s best friend for,
like, ever.”
“It’s just a term of endearment, honey.” Mary said, coming into the room and
slipping onto John’s lap with a contented sigh. “And you best settle down and
be a good girl or you’re going to bed like your sister.”
Deanna crossed her arms over her chest but wisely didn’t say anything that
might get her sent to bed early, like a baby. She peeked up at Benny under her
lashes to study him. He was a big man, bigger than Uncle Bobby, bigger than
Daddy even. He had a scruffy beard that would probably tickle like Uncle
Bobby’s did when he kissed her cheek sometimes. She liked the way he smelled
like her Uncle and Daddy, so familiar and comforting. She squirmed closer to
him and smiled up at him, hoping to charm an extra helping of dessert out of
the newcomer.
“Mebbe I could call you Uncle Benny?”
Benny felt his dick twitch to life in his jeans. “Well, I dunno, sugar. You’ve
already got an Uncle.”
“Just because I have one Uncle, doesn’t mean I can’t have another!” She
protested, sitting up on her knees and throwing her arms around Benny’s neck in
a demanding hug. “I want you to be my Uncle too!”
At the contact, Benny felt his cock dribble precum into his underwear and
darted terrified eyes to John.
“Looks like you’ve been adopted, Benny.” John chuckled, head resting against
his wife’s. “I hope you don’t mind.”
Benny patted Deanna on the back lightly, before nudging her backwards. “Not at
all, brother. I’d be happy to be an honorary Uncle, so long as Bobby doesn’t
mind sharing the title.”
Bobby sent him a rare smile, “I don’t mind, anything to get outta babysitting
duty once and a while.”
“Not a baby!!” Deanna complained, voice high with outrage. The angry flush that
tinged her cheeks made her freckles glow in contrast.
Charmed despite himself, Benny smiled down at her. “Naw, little lady, you’re
most certainly not.”
                                      ***
 
After that first night, Benny had a standing invitation to Sunday Dinner with
the Winchesters (and Bobby). It quickly became clear that both of the little
girls adored the big bear of a man and Benny often found himself rocking Sam to
sleep while crooning out a lullaby, which led to soothing Deanna’s feelings of
being left out. Luckily, it was pretty easy to turn the tide of her mercurial
moods and a quick game of ‘Princess Says’ usually did the trick.
Benny had just put a sleeping Sam down in her crib and had turned to creep
toward the door when Deanna stormed up to him, green eyes snapping with fire.
Benny quickly held a finger to his lips, warning her to stay quiet and not wake
her sister. The little girl hardly looked toward the crib before narrowing her
eyes up at him, “You were gonna push me on the swing!” She accused in a
whisper.
Breathing out a sigh of relief, Benny tried to herd Deanna out the door of the
nursery. “I know, angel. I’m sorry. I had to put Sammy down for your Mama,
she’s still busy cleanin’ up the kitchen.”
If anything, Deanna’s face darkened. “Don’t call her Sammy.” She growled,
stepping into him to poke her tiny finger into his stomach.
The innocent touch spread a burning heat through his lower belly, where her
little finger had jabbed him. He took a step back. She advanced. “You’re always
holding her and singing to her. It’s always “Sammy this” and “Sammy that”. It’s
not fair!” Cheeks flushed with temper and eyes glistening with angry tears, she
glared up at him. Her breath hitched in her tiny chest as the first tear
trickled down her cheek, “No one likes me best.”
Heart breaking and terribly aroused, Benny didn’t think about how he shouldn’t
give in to her. He had grown accustomed to her frequent yet short-lived
tantrums. He didn’t think about how it would be better to send her an easy
smile and steer her out into the living room, so she could sit safely between
Bobby and him on the couch and forget her bruised feelings. He couldn’t think,
with all her tender perfection glaring up at him through her tears. So he
didn’t think, he picked her up. “Shhhh, baby. That’s not true. It’s alright.
Shhh.”
If Deanna was surprised when Benny swung her up onto his hip to cradle her
close, she didn’t show it. Instead, she responded by tightening her coltish
legs around him and burrowing closer still. As she did so, his hipbone pressed
on something between her legs that made her pretty pink mouth fall open on a
gasp. Eyes wide, she did it again.
Benny’s knees nearly buckled when he felt Deanna grind her tiny little pussy
against his hip. He jerked his face away from where he had been pressing a soft
kiss into her hair to stare down at the little temptress in disbelief. Her eyes
were closed, a furrow creasing her brow in concentration as she chased the
unexpected sensation. After a moment, she opened her eyes, apparently
unsatisfied. “Do it again.”
Benny almost dropped her in his haste to put her down. He took two quick steps
away from her, putting the crib between them, sleeping baby be damned. He shook
his head, “No, De. That wouldn’t be right. You’re too young to-” He cut himself
off at the way her eyes fired at being called young again. “It wouldn’t be
right. It’s ok for you to feel those feelings yourself, but they’re private
feelings. Do you understand?” Desperate, Benny sent her a pleading look. “Maybe
you could talk to your Mama? Men don’t talk to little girls about this sorta
thing, De. It just isn’t right.”
The seconds hummed by while she stared at him until he began to consider making
a break for it and dashing by her into the relative safety of the living room.
He was sure he could make up some excuse for running out of the baby’s room
like there was a demon on his feels. Hell, they probably wouldn’t even ask
questions when Deanna would come trailing after him, face dark. The eight year
old was damned terrifying when she wanted to be. But just as he was gathering
himself to move, her rigid stance softened.
“Okay, Uncle Benny. I’m sorry.” She smiled, just as soft as her posture. “I
didn’t understand, is all.” She took a step backward towards the door, “We
should go. Uncle Bobby is probably taking up the whole couch, dontcha think?”
Warily, Benny remained in his place behind Samantha’s crib. “You go ahead,
angel. I’ll be right behind you.”
With a nod and a smile, Deanna turned and left the room. The whole latter part
of their exchange was suspicious to Benny. He was a man who loved a good gamble
and had learned to read people from an early age. De was not only accustomed to
getting her way but it was in large part because she, too, knew how to hedge
her bets. He vowed to be careful around her until this all blew over. However
attractive he might find her, with her perfect angel’s face, satiny skin and
sweet baby girl scent, he couldn’t act on it. He loved his job at Singer’s. He
loved his friends and this little family that has adopted him. He didn’t want
to lose all of that. Not even for a little slice of the forbidden fruit that
dangled just within reach.
                                      ***
If Benny hadn’t been aware of just how cunning Deanna was, he might have
thought she’d forgotten their little interlude in Sammy’s bedroom. The little
girl had been acting normally for weeks. No inappropriate requests, no
‘accidental’ improper touches, no overtly knowing looks. If he had been anyone
else, he might have let his guard down. As it was, he still stumbled on his
righteous path and nearly fell into her trap.
It was a Saturday afternoon and Bobby and John had headed out that morning to
go fishing. Bobby had opted to hang back at the garage and finish up a
particularly challenging engine rebuild that was nearly complete. He had just
been about to slide beneath the car to check out a few last details when Mary
pulled up in front of the shop.
Curious, he strolled up to the car as Deanna rolled down the passenger side
window. The furious wails of a baby boomed from the newly opened window and a
harried Mary leaned over her daughter to look out at Benny with desperate eyes,
“Hiya, Benny. Look, I know John’s off fishing with Bobby and normally, I
wouldn’t even ask, but- well, Sam’s been colicky all day and kept us up most of
the night. I gotta take her in to the doctor to see if they can help. The thing
is, last time we went, it took hours and De was so darned bored that she just
couldn’t behave. It’s not her fault or anything, I mean, I’m an adult and even
I was bored out of my mind. That, paired with poor Sammy screaming and- well, I
would sure appreciate it if you could maybe watch her until her Daddy or I get
back later.” As Benny drew in a breath to respond, Mary hurried on, “You can
just pop a movie into the VCR in Bobby’s office. Really, Benny, she won’t be a
problem. Will you, Deanna?” She pinned her daughter with a look.
“No, Mama. I’ll be a good girl. Please, Uncle Benny, can I stay with you? I
hate the doctor’s office. It smells funny and they always try to stick me with
a shot, even when I’m not sick! Can I stay here? Can I?”
Faced with two pretty blonde’s and a screaming baby, Benny found himself
nodding helplessly and opening the car door for Deanna to hop out. The skirt of
her summer dress rode up to expose her creamy thighs for just an instant before
sliding back into place. Benny swallowed a groan and looked at Mary, “Don’t
worry about De, Mary. I’ll keep an eye on her. If ya’ll aren’t back before I’m
done here, I’ll take her on home and stay until you get there. I know where the
spare key is.”
All gratitude, Mary smiled at him before putting the car into drive. “Thanks so
much, Benny. You’re a lifesaver.” The car began to roll forward, “Behave
yourself, Deanna or no dessert later!!”
She stood there, a perfect little doll in a Sunday dress. Tiny pink and gold
perfection with big green eyes and a smatter of freckles. She was so clean, so
pure, and so completely wrong for him.
“Yes, Mama!” The little girl called, face tilted up toward Benny with a sweet
smile.
Benny felt himself grow hard.
After setting Deanna up safely in Bobby’s office to watch an animated movie
about a mouse coming to America, Benny retreated under the bowels of the car he
had been working on before the trio had arrived.
As the minutes passed, Benny’s shoulders began to relax and the tight ball of
need in abdomen had began to unwind. He could get through this. It was just a
couple of hours. He would wrap up the work on the car, clean up a little and
take De home. John or Mary would probably arrive shortly after that and Benny
could make his escape. Maybe head over to the bar and find a nice willing
blonde to fuck until he forgot the way of Deanna’s pretty pink dress and slid
up her silky thighs. He wondered what color her panties were.
A warm weight draped itself across his lower belly, startling Benny so badly
that he slammed his forehead soundly into the cars undercarriage. Swearing,
Benny pushed himself out from under the car and looked down the length of his
body to see Deanna, skirt hitched up high so that her legs could spread wide
enough to straddle him. She grinned down into his gaping face before her mouth
shifted into a frown of concern.
“Oh, no,” She crooned, “You hurt yourself.” She scooted herself up onto his
chest so that she could lean down and kiss his reddened forehead. Pulling back
slightly, smiled again. “There, all better.”
“De-Deanna!” Benny whipped it out, trying to mask his desperation with a
sternness he didn’t feel. “Get off of me right this instant or I’m telling your
Mama.”
The smile turned feline, “Telling my Mama what, Uncle Benny?” She pushed her
hips backwards to settle her firm little ass against his steely erection and
rocked. “Tell her how you made me feel so good?” She let out a little moan,
grinding harder when she found an angle she liked. “Tell her how much you liked
the taste of me?” She fell forward again and smashed her mouth to his
gracelessly, licking at the seam of his mouth with a tiny kitten tongue.
Something inside Benny snapped, wound so tightly with the feel of her hot
little pussy scorching his belly and her wet candy pink mouth slurping hungrily
at his. Her words echoed in his ears, feelsogood and tasteme playing over and
over until he went mad with the wanting of her.
He fisted his hands in her hair, firm yet gentle enough not to hurt her, and
plunged his tongue into her mouth. As she gasped, equal parts delighted and
surprised, he used his tongue again to fuck lewdly into her mouth. Riding on
instinct and being the competitive little girl she was, Deanna latched onto his
tongue and sucked.
He saw red. His hands released her hair of their own accord to slam down onto
her hips and grip themtighttighttight as he forced her tiny doll-like body back
to straddle his angrily leaking cock. Just barely remembering not to grip her
so tightly she bruised, he used his leverage to grind her down hard onto the
rock hard bulge in his jeans. He rutted against her, a mindless animal until
her pretty whimpers penetrated the fog in his brain.
“Unh-unh-unh!” Her voice was high, incoherent. Her eyes were wide and glazed
with shock.
“Do ya like that?” She could feel the deep rumble in his chest through the
hands she had braced there for leverage. “You like me giving you whatcha need,
De?”
Deanna cried out as he thrust up against her tender pussy particularly hard,
the coarse fabric of his jeans abrading her untouched skin through the delicate
cotton of her panties.
Benny caught the edge of pain that tinged her voice and face and stilled his
hips immediately, cursing himself. “Oh, De. Baby. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.” He
crooned it to her as he cradled her in his arms and stood, carrying her into
the office to sit on the couch with her still loosely straddling his lap. “Are
you alright, honey? Did I hurt ya?”
The little girl let her eyes go wet, knowing Benny’s weakness for tears and
peered up at him mournfully. “I- I’m not sure.” She scooted off of his lap and
spread her legs for him, revealing pristine white panties. “Do you think you
could check, Uncle Benny? It stings a little.”
Hating himself because there was no way he could bring himself to say no, Benny
nodded his head with a jerk. He reached up with hands stained with grease and
motor oil and tugged those virginal little panties down her soft golden thighs
slowly. Eyes trained on her center as he slowly revealed the perfect dewy pink
center of her that had kept him up at nights, that had fueled his fantasies for
months, whether he had been fucking up into his fist or into the wet depths of
the faceless women he’d had for the night.
He could see where his rough treatment of her had reddened the delicate skin of
her outer lips. He reached out a stained finger to gently stroke the sore spot.
Her breath rushed out as though he had shocked her and her legs twitched
together before springing open again. Her full mouth was open and panting when
he tore his gaze from where he pet to her to her face. “Yes,” She panted, “That
feels better. Please, Uncle Benny. More.”
“Here?” He asked, stroking softly at another red mark. She nodded. “And here?”
Another nod. As he went to move again, he brushed the damp inner core of her
and she hissed, jumping in surprise. So sensitive, he thought, almost delirious
with desire. “Does that hurt, baby?”
Deanna started to shake her head and then her calculating little mind caught up
with her, causing her to nod slightly, trying to appear hesitant but Benny
understood the way she worked all to well and smiled wickedly.
“Well then, I’ll just have to kiss it and make it better, won’t I?”
Green eyes wide as his smiling mouth began to descend toward her hot, achy
center; the little girl’s chest began to heave as she panted in anticipation.
Hoping to torment her as she had tormented him, Benny inched closer so slowly
that her pants turned to desperate whimpers and her hips arched towards his
mouth with little aborted thrusts that she couldn’t do anything to control.
Finally relenting, because he just couldn’t stand it anymore, Benny dropped his
mouth to her firm baby soft cunt.
Deanna’s head fell back onto the arm of the couch with a thunk as his tongue
slipped out to part her folds, bathing her damp skin until it was slick and
wet. He groaned deeply at the sweet innocent taste of her, fusing his mouth
around the whole of her and lapping smoothly from her taint to her tiny clit in
firm easy motions. Deanna keened for him, her head tossing wildly from side to
side and her legs coming up to wrap hard around his head, firmly pushing his
face deeper into her pussy. He went willingly, smothering himself in the
untouched perfection of her, drinking her in as though he could ever, ever get
his fill.
As the little girl gulped for air above him, Benny stiffened his tongue and
plunged it inside her causing her to sit up with a wail, fisting her tiny hands
in his hair and humping madly against his face, head thrown back. “Please,” she
sobbed, desperately. “Please, Uncle Benny. Pleasepleasepleaseplease!”
Benny wanted to shout his pleasure from the rooftops, he wanted to wrench the
sweet creature onto his lap and shove his hard dick into her virgin pussy and
fuckfuckfuck her as screamed again and again, he wanted to come so badly he
could almost taste it behind the oh-so-sweet honey of Deanna on his tongue. He
wanted to keep eating her and eating her until she was all his, only his from
now until forever. He wanted her. He wanted all.
Panting as madly as she was, he pulled his face back to watch his index finger
prod bluntly at her sopping wet baby cunt. The contrast of her innocent soft
pink flesh and his large, work stained fingers made his dick leak precum
messily into his pants. Swearing, he reached down with one hand to release his
straining erection from his jeans.
Mind clearing somewhat from the brief reprieve, Deanna brought her head back
down to see what he was doing. She whimpered when she saw the angry red organ
spring out from his pants, “Oh, Uncle Benny. Do you hurt too?”
Unable to bear the thought of losing access to her pussy for even a moment just
yet, Benny shook his head. “Naw, angel. It just needs some attention, is all.
Got all sad being locked up inside my jeans and wanted to come out and play.
Just like your pretty kitty wanted to too.” He swirled one finger tip at her
opening. “Now I want you to relax, sweetheart. Okay? This is gonna feel real
good.”
As the tip of his finger breached her unspoiled flesh, she cried out and he
dropped his mouth back down onto her tiny cunt to lap and nibble at her baby
sized clit. Not daring to push in any farther and break her hymen, Benny was
content to thrust the barest inch of his finger into her as his mouth devoured
the flesh around it. Spurred on by her wild cries of unbridled passion and the
way she greedily humped his face with no concept of inhibition, he reached his
other hand down to squeeze his aching cock once before stroking it roughly, the
way eased by the copious amounts of precum that had been leaking out of it
since she first straddled him out in the bay.
He knew she was almost there when her body began to lock up around him and her
whimpers and cries turned to guttural little grunts. It was the sight of her
body bowing back at an almost unnatural angle, mouth stretched open in a silent
scream that did him in. He came so hard, his vision grayed out around the
edges, spurt after spurt overflowing the confines of his fist and soaking into
the dingy brown fabric of the couch beneath them. He stayed there, panting
hotly against her darkly pink and obviously used little pussy until his brain
began to clear. Tenderly, he laid a soft kiss to her tiny cunt, overcome with a
swamping love for this little girl who was so obviously wrong for him in so
many ways, yet helpless to resist her.
She mewed, like a kitten and uncurled her spine to peer down at him with large,
sleepy green eyes. “Mmmm,” She murmured, “It doesn’t hurt anymore, Uncle
Benny.” She smiled. “You made it all better.”
Defeated, helpless and so horribly happy, Benny returned the smile. “I’m glad,
princess.”
Her smile grew on her pretty, orgasm flushed face. "There's only one way it
could be even better."
"Oh? And how's that, princess?" He knew her, he knew what was coming.
"Next time," His angel murmured, "I get to taste you."
End Notes
     Thank you so much for reading! This was my first fill for the
     SPNKinkBingo, my first SPN fic at all, actually. Though I am a die-
     hard Destiel shipper, this square jumped out at me, grabbed me by the
     throat and practically wrote itself. I hope you all enjoyed it as
     much as I enjoyed writing it.
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