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Off the Grid

By: Kikishoes



There's something so good about dropping off the grid into the middle of nowhere with just the basic comforts-food, books, a firearm, and the Winchester brothers. When the boys were still just boys-barely, I was a grown woman caught up in the paranoia of Y2K. I stocked a cabin for the inevitable end of modern civilization. It didn't come and I fell back into the regular routine of being a corporate worker bee. 

However, I still squirreled. I still saved. I spent my two week summer vacations at survivalist camps. Then something happened that made me stay. There was just too much-too many natural disasters, too many weird deaths, too much electric connectedness. I dropped out of sight. When I opened the door to my sanctuary, my eyes had hardly had a chance to adjust to the weird markings on my doors and ceilings before I was thrown to the floor getting doused in the face with water. It turned out to be holy water. I was thought to be a demon. And this was my "meet cute" with Sam and Dean Winchester. 

Turned out they were on the run and needed a base of operations. My cabin was perfect for their needs. Once we decided we could trust each other, an amicable relationship was formed. It started out as a simple quid pro quo-they taught me their special brand of survival skills and I provided them with the occasional home baked pie and a place to rest when they needed to recover. This particular Wednesday morning, after nearly a year of just polite friendly existence, things changed. 

I was at the kitchen counter mixing up a batter of pancakes as coffee percolated on the stove when Sam Winchester was suddenly behind me. He was close to me. He was closer to me than he had ever been. I could smell the combination of his sweat and toothpaste. My body froze. I gripped the wooden mixing spoon tightly by the handle just in case I had to whip around quickly and use it as an object to cause blunt force trauma. (Yep, this is how well the Winchesters have taught me.) Oddly enough, my stomach wasn't tightening with just fear. It was arousal and the heat was traveling quickly southward.

"You are too good to us." Sam leaned down and whispered in my ear. His drawl was downright seductive. I gripped the spoon handle tighter. "You are a good girl, aren't you?" His mouth was directly by my ear, and his shaggy hair was brushing against the side of my face. "Don't be afraid." He slid one strong hand down my forearm and massaged my wrist until I loosened my hold on the spoon. "I'm still me." He laughed softly as his other arm wrapped around the softness of my belly. "Check," he growled and he lifted my hand to the knife beside the mixing bowl. 

When I curled my fingers around the blade's handle, I could feel Sam move back to give me room. Suddenly, I was cold and missed his body's warmth. I turned and gave Sam a cocky smile. He was standing there in boxers and a tee, and holding out his arm. I pressed the blade against his flesh and gave a quick swipe. There was a trickle of blood, and he grinned at me like a proud teacher. Next, I toss a concoction of borax and holy water at him. (In these strange days, it's not odd to keep a ready mixed container in every room like a box of tissues.) Nothing. I giggled nervously. Sam's smile widen. 

"God, you're sexy when you're violent," Sam playfully chided me and leaned in closer. "I'm going to kiss you now and you're going to like it."

"And, if I don't?"

"You're going to have to teach me how to do it better." He grasped my my face between his hands and pressed his mouth against mine. It had been a long time for me, so I was stationary until his persistence defeated me. I wrapped my arms around his neck and gave as good as I got. We kissed until I lost balance, and Sam had my body pinned against the counter. "Stay just like that," he whispered as he pulled away from my mouth. "I want to look at you." He unbuttoned the large flannel shirt I was wearing, pushed it open and slid it halfway down my shoulders so my movements were inhibited. I could feel the warmth of my blood rise to the surface of my skin under the heat of Sam's gaze. I had been naked under the shirt. 

I should have been cold but his scrutiny heated me. My breathing became a bit labored and my nipples tightened. Despite the circumstances and being ten years older, I was burning with arousal. I wasn't shy. I stood straighter, thrust up my tits a little higher and parted my thighs. "What are you waiting for?" I licked my lips. "I'm trapped and ready." I made a big show of my immobilized arms. Sam's laugh was throaty and dangerous. 

"I'm not in a rush," he said while pulling off his his tee. He ran a hand down the center of his abs until he reached the bulge in his underwear. "I want you to see what you do to me." He tossed his head back and groaned. "You are so fucking hot." He squeezed his cock. "Look at me." He began to stroke himself. "This is what you do to me." He stepped out of his underwear. I was not unimpressed with his size. "Tell me you touch yourself to me." He pressed the length of his body against mine-his hot naked skin was against mine. He was kissing and nipping at my my lips, neck, and ears. "Tell me," he ordered as the hard length of his cock rubbed against the my thighs. 

I couldn't lie. Some nights, when the brothers weren't there and I was all alone, I had masturbated to Sam. Sometimes Dean. Sometimes both. I was busted. "Yes," I whispered as Sam was kissing down my chest. "I do. I touch myself everywhere." I spread my legs wider, begging Sam's traveling mouth to bury itself into my pussy. 

Sam's tall body slid up mine and he was looking down into my face with a mischievous grin. "We're all adults her, Becca." I felt his fingernails curl into the softness of my inner thighs. "Tell me more." He cupped my pussy and ground the heel of his palm against my clit. "I'll stop," he threatened. "Use your words. What do you like?" Things were escalating quickly. 

"I think bad things about you Sam Winchester." 

"Oh, do you?"

"I think about you pinning me up against the wall. Just shoving your hard dick into me, no foreplay, no kissing, just you fucking me against the wall. You slamming into me over and over." The words were no sooner out my mouth when Sam pushed two fingers into me. I screamed his name. 

"You are so fucking wet, Becca." He pulled his fingers out and shoved them back in harder. "You like it rough, baby?" He wrapped his free hand around my hair and forced me to look up into his face. "I can make it really rough for you," He pushed his fingers into me harder. "Tell me more."

"You use me. Call me dirty names." 

Sam kissed my lips hard and then pulled his fingers out of me. He brought them to his mouth and licked them. "But you're so delicious. Why would I call you dirty names?" I suddenly felt cold and empty without his fingers inside of me. I knew what he wanted to hear, and I was going to say it because I wanted Sam to finish getting me off. "Tell me, bad girl, or I won't let you cum." He rubbed two fingers against my clit. "I can tie you up. You won't be able to rub one out." He chuckled.

"You call me a slut and a whore, because..." Sam gave a slow caress around my clit, and I moaned. "Dean."

"What about him?" 

"I took you both." I blurted out shamelessly and Sam's eyes darkened even as his smile widen. "I can take you both."

"You promise." It was Dean. His voice was as charming and an encouraging as Sam's was demanding. 

Sam shrugged and tossed his brother a playfully exasperated look. "That's what she says."

Dean, already naked, crossed his arms against his chest and leaned against the counter beside me. "That is what you said, Becca." He kissed my cheek, and then gently guided my face towards his. "Do you promise?"

"I do promise." It was my turn to provide a cheshire cat's grin. 

"Sammy."

"Hmmm?" 

"She promises."

"But can she deliver?" The brothers were now on either side of me, naked, penises erect, and they were playing good cop/bad cop with me. 

"Yes!" I shouted. "But make me come first." 

"Oh, I will," Sam said grabbing my hair again and forcing me to look at him. "Then, I'm going to fuck your tight little pussy until you beg me to stop."

"That is," Dean interjected. "If you can talk with your mouth full of my cock."

I never did get around to making those pancakes.

Off the Grid Ch. 02



It's getting harder to breathe, and I think I like it.

I'm not scared.

I'm not dying.

I'm safe, because the Winchesters are here.

And because I'm about to cum.

I closed my eyes, leaned my head against the kitchen cabinet, and inhaled deeply through my nose as giddy anticipation roiled through me. Or, it could be the orgasm I was having from having Sam licking at my clit. Maybe, it was the increasing weight of Dean's hand splayed across my right clavicle—his thumb pressing into the soft hollow below my neck. He squeezed a little harder as his large hand travelled further up my neck. I'm not scared. He seems to know what I like, and what I want from him and his brother today—rough, hard, dirty. The more I panted and the more I moaned, the tighter his bruised and callused fingers—fingers that had tortured hundreds of souls and killed thousands of monsters—was bringing me intense pleasure.

Dean's body was flush against my side. The pre-cum dripping from his cock was making it easy for it to slide up and down the soft flesh of my thigh. The dual sensations from brothers below my waistline was making it incredibly difficult for me to think. Sam curled his fingers into my hips and bit into my inner-thigh. My eyes flew open and I rasped.

"How you're hanging in, up there?" Sam arched a brow and grinned slyly. I couldn't talk. Sam stood up and wrapped his hand around his brother's wrist. "Let her speak, bro." Dean laughed a bit harshly against my ear.

"Becca?" Dean pinched my chin between his fingers and thumb, and forced me to look into his eyes. "Sam is a little worried about you." Sam swiped the hair out of his face and gave a non-committed shrug. "Show him you're okay."

I slid off the counter and got down on my knees. I looked up at them and whispered "fuck my mouth."

"Age before beauty, Sammy." Dean grabbed a fist full of my hair and guided my lips over the length of his penis. He slowly pushed in an out of my mouth—going in a little further with each stroke. Soon, he was going faster and deeper until I started to gag.

Sam was jerking himself off as he watched as I sucked off his brother. "You are a beautiful cock sucker, Becca," he said releasing his erection to gently caress my cheek with the back of his knuckles. "Such a pretty little cock slut," he said while stroking his thumb over my tautly stretched lips. "Don't stop sucking." I tried to acknowledge Sam with my eyes and a nod of my head, but Dean had a bout of sibling rivalry.

"Uh-huh, sweetheart." He tugged hard on my ponytail, pulling out of my mouth with a loud wet pop. "No." He forced my head back. "When my cock is in your mouth, your eyes stay on me. Understand?"

"Yes," I widened my eyes and smiled in compliance.

"But, you're eager for two dicks now, right?" Dean reached down and yanked me up by the shoulders so we were nearly eye to eye. "You want it, baby?"

"Yes, yes, I do." I didn't moan nor whimper. I shouted it. I demanded it. I reached down with my right hand and started jerking Dean off-it was still slick with my saliva. I reached over to Sam's cock with my left and began working my hand up and down his shaft. It was my turn to sneer dominantly. Masculine grunts and growls filled my ears from both sides. "Look at you two, boys," I emphasized the word 'boys,' and laughed. "Like this, I could lead you two around this room like lost little puppies" I squeezed them tighter and stroked a little faster.

"But you won't," Sam grabbed my left wrist, spun me around, and pulled me tight against his chest. As he held me still, Dean kissed me and fondled one of my tits. Sam's hand snaked up between my breasts and twisted my nipple. "Not while we have you like this." Sam walked me to the couch with Dean leading both of us. It seemed as though in one swift movement, I was thrown over the back of side of the sofa with Sam's torso lengthened along my sweaty spine. He started grinding his hip and I could feel his cock rubbing against the crack of my ass. "I'm going to mark you as mine, you little fucking tease." He nipped my earlobe and my neck until he reached my shoulder, where he bit down hard. I screamed and bucked my ass harder against Sam. I could feel the warm trickle of my blood breaking through the surface of my skin. Before I could fully react, he slammed into my pussy.

"God, your cunt is so tight and wet and so ready to be fucked." He held my hips still and began slamming into my pussy. "We are going to ride you so hard," Sam grunted. "Going to split you open from mouth to pussy." He emphasized this with several hard and brutal slams. On the last thrust, he slapped my backside. The sound of flesh on flesh was deafening. 

"Do it again," I begged. I wanted to be dominated by the strength of the brothers.

Kneeling in front of me, Dean ran his fingers through my damp hair. "Shhhh." He leaned forward and kissed my mouth-smothering the scream I let out when Sam spanked me again. "We know what to do," Dean whispered as his tongue left my mouth. 

"Please." I didn't even recognize my own voice. It was so choked with passionate abandon. If it I had been with any other man in this condition, I would joke that I was possessed but you don't toss that word lightly when you're around the Winchesters. Yet, there was no other words. "Fuck me, Dean." 

Sam stopped and Dean chuckled. "Tag out, Sammy." Dean stretched out on the couch, and gave me an open armed invitation. "Ride me, sweetheart. Come get rid of this hard-on you gave me." Before I moved, I looked over my shoulder longingly at Sam. 

"Reverse cowgirl, Becca," Sam said sounding a bit frustrated. "You're not brand new to this." 

"That's right. Now get on this fucking cock before I have to really get tough with you."

While sitting on top of Dean with my pussy filled to the hilt with him, I felt like the sexiest woman in world. I grinded hard on him, leaning forward so his coarse pubic hairs rubbed my swollen clit. He ran his hand up and down my back piling on the compliments. Sam stood inches from my face and stroking his cock harder and harder.

"I like watching my brother fuck you," Sam said. "Stretching you open even wider." His words made my pussy tighten, and Dean moaned. "You like being watched?" Sam cupped my cheek. "You get off on it, don't you?" He slapped my cheek lightly. "Come on, tell me you like it."

"I do," I panted. "Watch me, Sam, watch me!" I screamed and began riding Dean harder. "I'm going to cum. I'm going to cum while you watch me."

"Shit," Dean pushed up harder, forcing more of himself into me. "Play with yourself. Get off while I'm in you, and then I'm going to cum hard into that wet hole."

"And I'm going to cum all over your pretty mouth." Sam took hold of my jaw and pushed his thumb into my mouth. "Open wide." Hooking his thumb, he pulled open my mouth and I stuck out my tongue. "Yeah, just like that." 

I closed my eyes. I was rubbing my clit with one hand, and using the other to balance myself atop of Dean as he pounded into me. Sam shouted and exploded all over my mouth, tongue and chin. As my lips were bathed in his warm semen, I couldn't hold on anymore. My orgasm ripped through me. My body trembled and my cunt was vice grip on Dean's cock. The words that came out of my mouth made no sense. I roared and my body shook. Dean's hands steadied me as he came violently-his whole body had went rigid aside from his hips as spurt over spurt of cum filled me. 

The next morning, I awoke sore and alone. Dean and Sam had left early on a hunt. I wrapped myself in the bed sheet, and padded into the kitchen feeling just a bit disappointed that the Winchesters weren't there to greet me. But, beside the canister of salt, was a note from Sam. It read: Next time, we won't be so gentle.