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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      F/F, F/M, M/M, Multi
  Fandom:
      Supernatural
  Relationship:
      Sam_Winchester/Original_Female_Character(s), Sam_Winchester/Original_Male
      Character(s), Dean_Winchester/Sam_Winchester
  Character:
      Sam_Winchester, Dean_Winchester
  Additional Tags:
      Sibling_Incest, Recreational_Drug_Use
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      Published: 2016-01-27 Words: 2862
****** A Little Something Like Us ******
by CuriousxCrowley
Summary
     Sam makes a set of unconventional friends the summer after he turns
     fifteen.
Notes
     Summaries are not my thing.
     This was originally supposed to be weecest but it wrote itself
     different.
     Unbetad, all mistakes are mine.
See the end of the work for more notes
Sam had only been 15 for just a month when he met Nessa and Neil Morris. Dad
had unceremoniously left him and Dean in some motel outside of some town in
Jasper county Texas.
“Sam’s not old enough to get a job Dean, until then you have to stick with
him,”Had been Dad’s final answer as to why he wouldn’t take Dean. Sam had both
hated and loved his father for that decision. Dean had sulked for a few days
before he found a job with the garage in town. Which meant Dean was gone by 8
pretty much every morning, with the exception of the few days he hadn’t
volunteered for overtime. Most nights Dean would return by six but some days he
just didn’t return, the next morning he would return with bruises peppering his
neck. Dean pretended not to notice Sam’s irritable moods those days and Sam
pretended he wasn’t bothered by the grotesque collage of welts. It was the same
song and dance they’d been doing for two years now.
The Morrises were 16 and 17 respectively, with Nessa being the younger of the
two. Sam had originally assumed they were twins when he’d first run into the
strawberry blond duo outside the arcade in town. With nothing better to do he
spent much of his time at the arcade and quickly discovered the pair were a
fixture.
It also didn’t take long for Sam to gain their attention as well, within a week
he found himself eating lunch in their living room. Sam had sat on the floor
watching the two of them make lunch. As he watched them he felt a jolt of
familiarity, they seemed to instinctually know where the other was, often
brushing arms as they passed but never colliding, much the way he and Dean did.
After that first meal, the routine was quickly established. Arcade by 10, lunch
at the Morris’ house around 1. After lunch they alternated between wandering
the town aimlessly, going back to the arcade or heading out to the small lake
and swimming. Sam often was the one to suggest swimming and it had nothing to
do with the small delight he got every time Nessa would pull off her long
sundresses to reveal a tiny black bikini or the equally thrilling, if not
confusing, feeling he got when Neil would strip out of his oversized Nirvana
tee.
Nessa had no concept of personal space and would sit on anyone’s lap that
wasn’t taken up and she often talked Sam or her brother into giving her piggy
back rides. Neil wasn’t much better and always seemed to end up sitting so
their thighs were pressed together and he didn’t notice the looks he gathered
when, instead of pushing her away, he’d wrap his arms around Nessa and bury his
head in her hair. It didn’t bother Sam, at least not in the way it should have,
and he’d heard enough rumors to know the entire town had their ideas and
neither of the Morris children seemed to give a damn.
They’d become a trio by the time July rolled around. The invite back to the
motel hadn’t exactly been Sam’s idea but rather a mutually agreed on location
when Neil had flicked a small fragrant bag of green in front of Sam’s face. He
had nodded nervously, knowing that while Dad wouldn’t be back he would kick his
ass all over Texas if he found out Sam had dared touch drugs. He wasn’t sure
what Dean’s reaction would be but he knew it wouldn’t be bad enough to pass
this chance by.
Which was exactly how he found himself sitting on his motel bed with Neil
pressed against his right side and Nessa stretched out on their laps. She was
absentmindedly kneading Sam’s thighs with her toes as she deftly packed the
small glass pipe.
“You ever do this, Sam” Neil asked grinning as one of his long pale arms snaked
around Sam’s back.
“No,” Sam replied suddenly feeling the two year gap between them.
“Don’t worry babe, we’ll show you,” Nessa sweetly drawled before she held the
pipe up to her mouth.
Sam watched intently as she took the lighter from his hands and flicked it
open. His cock gave an interested twitch when she wrapped her naturally pink
lips around the end of the pipe and pulled in. After a moment she handed the
pipe to Sam before turning her head to Neil, who without missing a beat leaned
in and pressed his mouth over hers. Sam immediately felt flushed and was
tempted to look away until he noticed just the smallest amount of smoke
escaping from between them.
When Nessa finally pulled away she smirked at Sam, “That’s called shotgunning.
Wanna try?” Sam nodded weakly and licked his lips only to have his nose
assaulted by Neil blowing the smoke directly in his face with an ear to ear
grin.
“Not quite what I meant, Neil,” Nessa chastised with a light tap on her
brother’s nose.
“After she takes a hit you have to kind of put your mouth completely over
hers,” Neil explained as they watched her pull another hit from the pipe. Sam
jumped a little at the feeling of Neil’s hand on the back of his neck when he
went to lean into Nessa. It was a little awkward fitting his mouth around hers.
“Now when she exhales I want you to inhale,“ Neil coaxed, his mouth closer to
Sam’s ear than it strictly needed to be. Sam did as he was told and had to
fight to pull the smoke into his lungs. His throat burned slightly and he
needed to cough but he knew enough to count to five before letting himself
exhale.
“Good job!” Nessa proclaimed excitedly with a little bounce.
By the time the bowl was dead Sam had learned the feel of both Neil and Nessa’s
mouth. They had changed position a few times and were now laying horizontally
across the bed with Nessa in the middle and Sam on his side, his head propped
by his arm. Neil had one of Nessa’s hands in his and he was drawing idle
patterns on the back with his thumb.
Sam felt braver at this time and was only a little embarrassed when “I’ve gotta
ask you two something,” came flying out of his mouth suddenly.
It was Neil who turned to look at him, one eyebrow arched perfectly, “What’s
that?”
“I’m not judging but you two are…” Sam paused searching for a word chewing on
the inside of his cheek for a moment, “very close,” was how he chose to
proceed.
“Does it bother you?” Nessa asked not even bothering to look over at him.
“No I’m just curious… how close.” Sam answered having enough sense to blush.
“We do everything together,” Neil said as if it even remotely answered Sam’s
question.
Before Sam could even acknowledge what he had said Nessa decided to punctuate
the statement by pressing her lips against Neil’s in a way that was anything
but sisterly. Sam’s mouth went dry as he watched them kiss, eventually Neil’s
tongue sneaking between Nessa’s lips. Sam’s cock, which had already been half
hard from the pleasantness of the high, became fully interested in the scene in
front of him.
“When we were little, like four, our parents got into some dumb fight,” Nessa
began when she finally pulled away and turned to face Sam. “They both ended up
in jail because the cops had found needles on the coffee table.”
“We got sent into the system and at first that was the worst we thought could
happen but then after a few months we ended up getting split.” Neil was now
explaining, his chin resting on Nessa’s shoulder.
“We didn’t see each other again until I was twelve. Mom had gotten out of jail,
got clean and had won back custody,” came Nessa again, “After that we knew that
there was no way we were ever going to let anything like that happen again.”
“No, I get it,” Sam quietly agreed. They’d run into CPS a few times usually
leading to them being in the wind within hours. Sam hated when Dean would go
with dad for a few weeks on hunts during the school year, he violently
shuddered at the thought of being separated from Dean for years.
“We know,” the Morris’ said in unison as they watched him with the same light
brown eyes.
“That’s why we like you… because you get it,” Neil elaborated as he threw an
arm across his sister and caught Sam’s wrist in his hand.
It was Nessa, though, who turned to kiss him first without the elaborateness of
passing smoke between them. Her lips were soft, warm and she liked to teasingly
dart her pink tongue over his lips before pulling it back into her mouth. The
third time she did Sam caught onto the game and chased his tongue into her
mouth. He was thrown off momentarily when he finally noticed Neil’s hand had
slid under his t-shirt and was stroking the exposed part of his hip bone.
When Nessa puller her mouth away Sam moaned embarrassingly with the loss until,
without warning Neil was pressing his lips against Sam’s. Sam wasn’t really
startled, they’d shotgunned a few times earlier. Neil’s lips were a little
thinner, he pushed a little harder and he didn’t tease, just pressed his tongue
into Sam’s mouth when he wanted. Sam idly thought he could see how they would
complement each other while kissing. That thought probably should have revolted
him but instead it sent a warm roll through his stomach. They all exchanged
lazy kisses, no one lingering for too long with any one person.
Sam had almost forgotten about his cock until Nessa rolled on top of him
planting her knees on either side of his thighs. Even through two layers of
denim he could feel the heat of her against him. He was also vaguely aware of
the hard line of Neil’s cock pressed against his hip. Both of these sensations
cause him to roll his hips up into Nessa. In return she let out a pretty little
moan which encouraged him to do it again, and again.
Suddenly Neil was up on his knees pulling Sam up to sitting, the pair made
quick work of Sam’s shorts and boxers before hastily pulling off their own
bottoms. Sam sat, plucking at the cheap bedspread as he watched them. He’d
never actually gotten this far before and it made his pulse quicken. Nessa
leaned in and kissed him a little before she leaned down over him.
Sam’s world took a full spin when he finally looked down to see that Neil had
positioned himself so that his face was buried between Nessa’s thighs. Sam
could just barely make out the lower part of his jaw moving as she wiggled
around on it. He would have come right there if it wasn’t for Nessa’s sure hand
wrapped securely around the base of his cock. She smirked at Sam before taking
the head into her mouth causing him to moan loudly, as she did this she shove
one of his hands onto Neil’s hip.
Sam got the message and awkwardly moved his hand to Neil’s cock. It was
definitely different feeling than his own and the angle made it odd but he
experimentally moved his hand a little. It obviously worked because he heard a
muffled moan from Neil which set off a return of Nessa gasping around his own
cock. It became a deliciously sinful chain reaction which Sam was doing his
hardest to keep going. Every time he jerked Neil in just the right way the
pleasure would travel through him, into Nessa who in turn would moan
scandalously around him.
It wasn’t long before Sam was barely hanging on by a thread. He pulled what
little focus he had into the hand he had wrapped around Neil. Everything got
more frantic and more hurried until Nessa started rocking her hips wildly over
Neil’s face. Just as Sam felt the first warm drops of Neil’s release on his
hand he heard the lock of the door open but he was too far to stop.
The second he made eye contact with a very bewildered Dean Sam cried out,
thrusting up into Nessa’s mouth as he came. The edges of his vision went blurry
and he lost eye contact with Dean.
It took Sam a moment to regain his bearings and when he looked to the door it
was shut and there was no trace of Dean. Nessa and Neil hadn’t seemed to notice
anything either and it was just enough to convince Sam’s high mind that he’d
been hallucinating.
They were all sluggish and lazy to get cleaned up and it had taken a good
twenty minutes to find Nessa’s shorts. By the time he finally said good bye Sam
was so exhausted he just threw himself on the bed and passed out.
Sam woke the next morning to the red glare of the clock telling him it was
already nine, which was why he was so surprised when he rolled over and saw
that Dean was there. He wanted to say something but the way his tongue stuck to
the roof of his mouth made it impossible, and Sam understood what people meant
when they said ‘cotton mouth’. So instead he just rolled out of the bed and
awkwardly shuffled to the bathroom.
When he came out there was a glass of orange juice on the table, even though it
looked like Dean hadn’t moved. Sam chugged the glass without stopping and as he
was pulling the bottle from the refrigerator Dean cleared his throat.
“Wanna tell me why the roomed stunk like weed last night?”
“Uhh…no?” Sam said with a small shrug and a quick glance behind him, Dean was
just sitting there glaring at him. Sam sighed as he turned, “You’re not gunna
tell dad are you?”
Dean stared at him thoughtfully before shaking his head, “No,” he answered,
“Besides if I did I feel like I’d have to tell him what I walked in on.”
Sam’s stomach dropped and at the exact same time he choked on the swig of juice
he had in his mouth. “Oh god so you did see that, I thought I was seeing shit.”
“Christ Sammy, what the hell were you doing?” Dean asked as he scrubbed a hand
over his face.
“Oh like you don’t spend every other night doing the same damn thing,” Sam shot
back miserably before slamming the juice back into the fridge.
“You’re fifteen, Sam! That’s like against the law in a bunch of places.” Dean
sounded just as unhappy.
“Oh go fuck yourself Dean, you were fucking girls in the impala at fifteen,”
and with that Sam decided it was a better choice to leave then actually get
into a fight with Dean.
Sam found Nessa and Neil at the arcade and spent the day pretending nothing had
happened. It worked only until he found himself on auto pilot at their house
for lunch, which Nessa made while Neil worked his hand down Sam’s pants. Sam
had his eyes squeezed shut as he came, the image of Dean from the night before
burned onto his lids. He excused himself without much fanfare when Nessa
crawled into Neil’s lap.
Dean was still in the room when Sam finally steered himself home, “Day off?” he
asked awkwardly. Dean nodded before turning his attention back to the small
television. Sam sighed and laid on his bed pretending to watch what was on.
After an hour Dean looked over at him and flashed one of his biggest grins, “So
a threesome?” he asked with a slightly awestruck and proud voice.
All is forgiven
Sam couldn’t help the blush or the smirk that crept up his face. “Yeah,” he
answered awkwardly rubbing the back of his neck.
“Dude, I was eighteen the first time that happened for me!” Dean laughed,
“Clearly my awesome just made you awesome.”
Sam snorted and chucked his pillow at Dean, “Yeah, that’s exactly what it was
Dean,” he retorted sarcastically.
There was silence for a moment and Sam could tell Dean was thinking of saying
something. “So those two…”
Sam understood what Dean was saying and he shrugged, “Yeah, they’re the
Morrises.” He had told Dean several times about Nessa and Neil in the past and
was hoping he had been listening enough to remember.
“That’s some fucked up shit,” Dean said quietly before looking down at the
pillow in his hands.
“Not really,” Sam shrugged again, “They were split up for like eight years or
something in foster homes and their mom isn’t really invested now, so they’ve
just kinda got each other.”
Sam looked up at Dean who was still playing with the pillow in his lap and
after a moment added, “Kinda like us.”
Dean’s head snapped up and he eyed Sam suspiciously before finally nodding,
“Yeah… kinda like us.”
End Notes
     There may be more. I dunno. Have pity this is my first fic in a
     while.
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