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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Supernatural
  Relationship:
      Dean_Winchester/Sam_Winchester
  Character:
      Dean_Winchester, Sam_Winchester
  Additional Tags:
      Brother/Brother_Incest, Panty_Kink, Dean_has_a_Panty_Kink, Blow_Jobs,
      Hand_Jobs, Explicit_Sexual_Content, Explicit_Language, Come_Shot, Comedy,
      Plot_What_Plot/Porn_Without_Plot
  Stats:
      Published: 2015-11-16 Words: 2408
****** A Kink in the Family ******
by SmackTheDevil
Summary
     It's the Kinkchesters!
Baby was parked up right outside their room when Sam let himself in. This
pleased him. It meant a real evening meal and company instead of homework and
cold pizza.
Dean was sat on his bed as Sam walked in cheerily throwing his bag on a chair
and immediately sharing news about his day at school. Part way through an
animated story about how he had outsmarted his Math teacher, he froze as he
approached his brother.
"Oh." Sams entire body flushed pink.
"Yeah. 'Oh'. What the hell is this?" Dean looked furious.
"Oh God. Nothing. Just nothing. Dean, did you go through my stuff?" Sam
scrambled onto the bed his hands grabbing at the small selection of lace
panties laying on his brothers lap.
"Are you stealing these? Are you like a pervert panty sniffer?"
"What? No. Of course not. It.. It's for a school play. Yeah." Sam smiled at his
perfect, or so he thought explanation. "Yeah, that's it. A school play. It's a
musical."
"What kind of weird ass school puts on a musical where the cast wear lace
panties for crying out loud?" Dean grabbed at his brother, levering the
underwear from his hands.
"It is a musical! It's Chicago."
"I ain't stupid Sammy. Chicago are a freaking band!"
They were yelling at one another now. Sam was hell bent on Dean NOT finding out
that all of the panties were his and that he was actually wearing his favorite
pair right now. And Dean was desperate for his brother to tell him the truth.
He had lost count a number of times Sam had bent over or stretched up to reach
something and in the process revealed a little bit of lace. Sometimes black,
sometimes red and so it would seem, today it was pink.
"I know you wear 'em!" Dean screamed. "I can see' em now. They're pink!"
Sam couldn't get out of it.
"Then why did you act like you didn't know?"
"Because I fucking like it and it's screwing with my head!" Dean was still
yelling. He couldn't stop. Sam looked like he had been slapped around the face
repeatedly and the people in the next room were banging on the walls begging
for silence.
And they got it. For a moment.
"What? What did you just say?"
"You heard," Dean muttered quietly.
"Oh my God, Dean." Sam giggled. "Why would you say that?"
Dean now felt pretty gross. The age gap between them had just been highlighted
by silly giggling. Dean was deadly serious. He had found Sams stash of panties
about a week ago. He had spotted his little brother wearing them a long while
before that. It hadn't freaked him out, which surprised him. He was cool with
being cool about. Kid's got a kink. Good for him.
He was not cool however with his twitchy fucking cock every time he got a
glimpse of soft 15-year-old boy flesh encased in pretty lace.
It angered him.
Age. Sex. Relationship. 15. Boy. Brother.
So angry. It was why his confrontation was so tense. He hadn't even planned on
telling Sam about HIS kink. But now he had and Sam thought it was funny and the
boyish giggling which was usually cute, grated. And he wanted him to shut the
fuck up.
"It ain't funny."
Sam always knew when his brother was teasing but now, now he was a little
different. A bit serious. A lot serious.
"Dean?”
"Yes."
"Why are you saying that about liking it?" Sam sat next him on the edge of the
bed. A bundle of panties in his hands which Dean fiddled with, rolling the lace
around his fingers.
"They're so pretty."
"Dean?" Sam persisted.
"Why do you wear them? I wanna know." Dean was on dangerous territory, ignoring
Sam plus he was already nursing a semi and all he could think about was wanking
off into a pair of black lace panties while Sam's finger fucked himself in
front of him. He groaned loudly, mainly out of disgust at his latest seedy
thoughts. Fuck and now his dick was patching pre-come over his underwear, the
borrowed underwear. The white lace panties of Sams he found earlier in the day.
Poker face, as Sam sighed and shrugged into answering the question.
"They feel right."
"Yeah, don't they?" Dean muttered softly.
"Er, yeah they.-" Sam leaned back, his head cocking to one side. "- Dean? Are
you okay? You're acting weird."
"Don't freak out."
"Huh? Dean seriously, you're like, really sweating."
The increasing size of Deans dick was taking the place of logic. He figured
that okay, the boy wears panties. Pretty weird for a 15-year-old and pretty
weird that he didn't seem that ashamed by it. Embarrassed yeah but that was
about it.
"Seriously Sammy. I.. I'm wearing a pair of your panties and I wanna play with
you."
"Woah. Oh my God. Are you serious right now?" Sam was smirking.
"Yeah, Sammy. I think we have firmly established we're both entirely serious
about all the weird shit going on in this room right now."
Sam was calm. His reaction of mild exasperation at Dean finding his panty stash
(he was more pissed with him going through his stuff than anything) and now not
really reacting to his brother. His older brother announcing how he was hard
for him. That was what he was saying, right?
"Dean, are you asking me out?" Sam couldn't think of any other way to say it.
"No. Don't be stupid." That would have been nicer Dean thought. Nicer than show
me your lace clad dick and bend over while I fuck you.
"Come here."
Sam shook his head.
"Please, Sammy. I'm really stoned buddy. I've got a dick so hard it fucking
hurts and I really really wanna fuck you with it."
And there it was. As plain as day.
Dean opened his legs, hand wandering over his groin. Belt undone, zipper down
and one hand inside his pants levering his thick, wet dick out of the borrowed
panties. He groaned as held it, a gentle squeeze pushing out a stream of pre-
come.
Sam wasn't entirely sure what was happening with his brother. But he was
finding it quite amusing.
Dean Winchester. Oh my God. Sam, up until this very point had always thought it
was just basic 'big brother envy' because Dean was stupid hot. Like stupid.
Tall. Dirty blonde hair that always smelled of molding wax. Green eyes which
changed color like those tacky mood rings teenage girls wear. His mouth was set
on pout mode constantly. And that voice. Sam swore it was getting deeper and
deeper, day by day. And he generally always got the girl. But that was it.
Brother envy. He wanted to be him when he grew up, but that was never going to
happen. Too skinny, threatening taller that six foot and pretty. So very, very
pretty.
Sam let out a weird little sound. He wasn't sure what it was but quickly
clamped a hand over his mouth as if to stop another one leaking out.
"Sammy." Dean was stroking his dick. Like some pervert. The white lace panties
were slicing across his huge balls. Sam was amazed just how much was down
there. This average sized but stupidly thick cock, slick with pre-come and
sweat, and round full nuts. Ridiculous.
"What do you want me to do?"
"Suck it."
"No. Dean I don't wanna." Sam did. A bit but this was like literally just
happening and Dean should really be sucking his because after all he started it
all. "Suck mine. No one ever has. Be the first, I think I'd like that Dean."
"C'mere, then you little slut."
Sam gasped as he pulled off his oversized sweater and then pulled the front of
his sweatpants down. He took the panties with them and there it was. Sams huge
dick. What he lacked in girth, he made up for in length. Dean had seen it
before. That may have been the trigger for him wanting the boy. Not gay.
Definitely not gay. Oh man, how can he be gay when pussy tastes so nice. But
hey, giving dick a shot. Gorgeous untouched baby brother dick.
"I am so going to hell."
Dean was so fucking stoned. Getting high made him horny. And he was usually on
the verge of feeling horny in day to day life. But high horny was something
else entirely. He grabbed his brother by the waist, pulling his naked body on
top of him. Sam flopped about like a raggedy doll but was enjoying the
attention.
I mean, it was Dean. For crying out loud. And he was being all needy and
pleading and begging. And Sam was like only just 15 and not at all filled out.
He was still a boy and yet Dean wanted him. More than anything he felt smug and
reminded himself to tease Dean about it at a later date.
“Should've left the panties on, little brother,” Dean grunted as he lifted Sam
onto his chest, rough calloused hands slapping against the boys young pale
flesh. He was face to dick. And fuck, what a dick. Pink, that cute untouched
pink, weeping pre-come although Dean had a sneaking suspicion that it would
take about 10 seconds for that to become something a little more urgent and a
little more creamy. Dean gripped Sams' ass, pulling him closer still. He slid
his tongue up the shaft of his brothers dick, green eyes blown from the weed he
had smoked earlier. “Put it in my mouth and fuck me with it.”
Sam was beside himself. He felt slightly saddened knowing that he was likely to
spill his load the moment even the head of his cock touched Deans' sinful lips.
But he also knew that Dean wouldn't really care. And so he unfolded his naked
body, stretching up over Deans' head, his body smashed against the wall and
levered his dick into Deans' mouth. It was awkward because it was so fucking
hard and big and unforgiving. Sam watched about one-third of his penis slide
between Deans' lips, it was enough for his big brother to suck around. More
than enough as Sam froze, the excitement of the day got the better of him and
wound up painting his brothers' mouth with warm spunk. Warm, urgent way-to-
early spunk.
“Oh, man. Dean. I..I'm sorry.”
Dean really didn't care. Sam was right about him not giving a fuck. However.
Sam shifted back onto Deans' chest.
“That's okay Sammy. It's fine.” Deans' face was literally covered in jizz.
“I've been slimed.” It was everywhere. Lips, tongue, nose, UP his nose, cheeks
and chin. It hung in strings over his eyelashes, luckily holding it back from
his eyes.
Sam winced, and climbed from his brothers body.
“God, Dean. I'll get a towel or something.”
“It's okay, Sammy. Just need a bit of training is all.” Dean wiped his face
carefully with the crook of his elbow. His shirt streaked with boy-jizz. “I do
need you to do something about that.” Dean nodded toward his straining dick.
“Dean. I don't want to. Can I just watch you jerk off or something?”
“It ain't gonna bite.”
“Yeah. But I'll feel embarrassed if I do it wrong.”
“Sammy. You just creamed over your brothers' face. I think we can take
embarrassment out of the equation.”
“Well, what if I just watch this time and then next time I'll know how you like
it.”
“Wow.” Dean raised his eyebrows. Impressed. “Makes sense.” And so he wanked.
Twisting his wrist with every upward stroke and teasing his balls with his
pinky with every downward. He also watched Sam the entire time. The boy chewed
on his bottom lip, breath hitching from time to time. And his cock, that
beautiful cock twitching, and hardening. Ah, to be 15.
Dean wasn't an old man. Not at all but the urgency of coming when you're 15 and
then getting hard again without even trying. That had gone but had been
replaced with the ability to deny himself orgasm. This always pleased the
scores of women he slept with. It was safe to say that Dean Winchester was a
fucking awesome lay.
Sam shifted down the bed, his body snaking against his brothers'. Dean was half
shudder and half composure as Sam removed Deans' hand from his cock. He was a
quick learner and was soon focused on bringing his brother to completion and
that took about one whole minute. Sams' head jolted back as Deans' load hit him
in the face. Literally, hit.
“Jesus, Sammy!” Dean laughed. The boy had beat him at his own game.
“Wha'?” Oblivious. Or was he? Sam smirked, tracing a finger through the spatter
of brother spunk adorning his pretty dimpled cheek. He sucked it clean and Dean
couldn't speak. “Lost for words big brother?”
Dean nodded and then he found some.
“You dirty little fucker.”
“Dean. Why are you so shocked? You think 'cause I'm 15 I'm clueless about sex?
Were you clueless about sex when you were 15?”
“Too many questions.” Dean frowned. “Because it's you Sammy and well no and
well, obviously no. The last one goes without saying.” Dean was smug and it
vexed Sam a little.
“Hmm, well I'm not either. And I'll show you.” Sam bounced onto Deans' belly,
legs astride him. Dean groaned in mild pain. “I'll show you, big brother.”
“Oh, will you now?” Dean smirked. He admired the kids spirit. Sam clocked it.
“I'm serious Dean. Don't mock me.” A little scary.
“Okay. I ain't doubting your bedroom skills, little brother.”
“Don't call me that.” Sam pushed his hands stubbornly against his brothers'
chest.
“Okay. Jesus. Calm down, buddy.”
“You only say it to patronize me or like now, you get off on it.”
Dean frowned. He wondered if that he had created a monster. Who actually
started this insanity he wondered? Why are they so Goddamn on board with it?
“Well yeah, I ain't gonna lie. It turns me on.” Dean licked his bottom lip.
“C'mere and kiss me. Let's fucking do this.”
And Sam kissed him. To hell with it all. To hell with morals, to hell with
laws. To hell with everything. If the Winchester boys want to fuck, let them do
it. It's better than killing and dying and bleeding and loss and it's theirs.
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